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Collector | He couldn't remember where he was. One afternoon, he had been fishing berries from the creek down in the Johto region, and all of a sudden, this insane man had caught him with some unbeatable net that had been impossible to claw through. He was drugged, then set up for display out in the open with the many other Pokeboys who were set up like trophies in the collector's garden. He was conscious, but his body was paralyzed. When someone unfamiliar stole into the field, he opened his eyes, but before it was too late to warn the other man, the alarms were blaring. A prized Pokeboy was being snatched.Pokeboys were often collected not only for their breed, but because of their looks. Not all Pokeboys of the same species looked attractive. Only the ones with pure genes looked handsome like Eden did what with his feminine features and all. With a thud, he fell to the ground when they rolled out from the gate, his eyes narrowing up on Castor. He couldn't move, but with a bit of heavy willpower on his end, he struggled to get on his feet, then wrapped his fingers around the other boy's shirt for balance, not sure if he would be able to run this way. |
Collector | Castor had been more an actor then a trainer playing the part or Anson Allbright the greatest poke collector in history. He had focused more on his looks then his skills at fighting until he found out about the collectors. He had been disgusted by the way they treated the pokeboy some like statues others as disposable tools. "You can lean on me" he offered placing his arm over his back as they fled the grounds. The boy was not heavy but it was clear that his legs were not working as well as they should be.The river was running fast he only had to place the boy on and push off before the river caught them. The men on the bank did not risk shooting instead attack pokeboy dogs jumped into the water chasing after them. A few hits was enough to get them to back off until they could get far enough away. "are you ok" he asked reaching for some medicine from his pack the day was not going as he had planned. he looked down at the pokeboy wondering what he was doing before he had become a rich mans plaything.http: firecrackerflare.deviantart.com ... 128830334 |
Elfien lied | Yuka and her cousin had lived together for a while she knew him so well that it was like there were more twins then cousins. "You know i want to go to the fair now" Yuka and her cousin went to the fair every year. The shooting star always granted one wish to one person she always wished for the same thing. That the two of them could be married with a bog wedding and have at least two children."Come on get dressed already" she was mad when at the front door she saw another girl all dressed up for the summer festival. she stormed off to her room with tears in her eyes. Maybe she should still go a third wheel that would keep the second wheel from locking up with the first wheel. She could hear them talking in the other room she wanted to spend time alone with her cousin, now it was ruined. |
FFX - Seth's story //Kratos/Hanita\\ | Blitzball after the defeat of sin took off like when it first originally came out, it became the huge hit it was again except the whole game itself changed a little. More machina was brought in but only to a degree and instead of being the only thing to do,.. it was more played for enjoyment more so then it used to be. Instead of just a game with something to prove it was more a game, with nothing to lose. The players these days showed no worries and had more time to practice and to begin with Luca was a good location to learn a few neat tricks off, although convincing them to teach was hard enough in it's own aspect. Seth was not exactly the best of players when it came to blitzball but it was more something that came with experience, most of the decent players.. well they practiced by actually playing to get better,It was not like he was a bad player either though, just a little new to the game compared to most of them and so it was more getting used to the game then anything else. Now it was time to go to Bevelle for one of the main tournaments of which the main purpose of going for him was to find a team to play on since every year their was always new teams.. and because he was an intermediate he would probably be able to find one that if they played together for a year, all of them would improve to be able to have a chance the following year at the cup.. Slowly his fingers brushed through his hair backwards faintly, something he commonly did to the dark brown mess that was about the length of just reaching down to his eyes.Of which a nice contrast was created with his deep green eyes, his clothing rather dark but seemingly stylish, three quarter length shorts, pure black with an odd design covering them matched with a grey shirt and a dark navy blue jacket, okay.. so he was not one to go with color schemes really.. but who was he to care.. he was him and most of the time he would not wear the jacket but it was starting to rain and the weather was cold and a little choppy.Sure he probably should have not been standing out on the ships deck, but the force of the wind and the spray of the water as it hit the side of the ship shooting up to be hit by the wind to cause it to come across as a mist onto the deck, a nice feeling.. it seemed to start to get worse but that did not bother him until he turned feeling a rather strong blast of water to hit him, his eyes slightly widening as he saw a huge wave coming directly at him.. a look of shock staying on his face as he started to move but it slammed into him, that was all he remembered, falling of the ship.. the ocean taking hold of him and then everything went black.. the next thing he knew sand was in front of his face.. a bright yellow glow, as he felt water come up to his waist the tide bringing it in before pulling it back out as he slowly stood up dusting himself off."Where.. am I" he asked himself quietly before looking around again noticing what looked like faint smoke "Maybe a city.. or village of some sort, guess.. i should go check it out.. " slowly Seth started to walk his legs having a slight pain shooting up them since he had probably been unconscious for a few hours now.. to have traveled what seemed pretty far at least from the destination of Bevelle. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "Well, home sweet home." said Mikua, unlocking the door to her apartment and swinging it open, stepping in and giving the shy girl behind her a chance to enter."It's not much....." she said, laughing nervously, worried that the girl wouldn't like the place. It was kind of messy, but Mikura did her best to spruce it up a bit in preparation for this girls arrival. This girl had witnessed some gang lord murder a rival, so Mikuras organization was charged with keeping her safe until trial. Mikura, excited about a roommated, excitedly volunteered. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | http: sasuke.s206.xrea.com room img 0710shiho02.jpgSannomiya Shiho walked into the house and looked around. She smiled at the woman. "Very homey...very nice. However, are you sure it's okay that I stay with you? I feel bad about taking up space here."She slowly sat down on a cushiony chair. "I realize you must be used to living alone...and I understand personal space. You really don't mind? And..um..I need to ask, what shall I do for food during this time? I obviously can't go shopping, right?" |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "Oh, I don't mind at all. I'm actually glad to have a new roommate." Mikura replied, smiling cheerfully."Oh food...........Well, yea, it's best for you to stay here, so whenever you get hungry, I could just call in some delivery food, or run out and pick us up some stuff. If you're hungry now, I got some pizza in the fridge. It's cold, but nothing my trust microwave can't fix." she added, still smiling as she plopped down onto the couch next to the chair her new charge was sitting in. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | OOC: Sorry for being gone so long...I hope you will continue rping with meShiho listened softly and carefully but nodded. "Okay...I understand." She watched the girl's face as she began to watch tv. Shiho had spent her life watching other people's face and learning about them just by looking into their eyes, but for some reason Mikura's eyes were much more interesting and very captivating. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "Huh? I got something on my face?" Mikura asked when she noticed Shiho staring, leaning forward a bit. Since she was wearing a loose fitting button up shirt rather than her skin tight battle suit, she failed to realize she was now giving Shiho a good view down her shirt, at her fairly big, perky breasts. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | When Shiho looked down to avert her eyes from the girl's cute face, she found her eyes looking straight at the very very lovely cleavage. Her face went bright red as she felt her body steam up from the lovely site. She panicked a little and said. "No..no...everything's ok..I'm..um...just tired...that's all." |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "Oh, alright. I only have one bedroom though. But, you're welcome to sleep on my bed. I don't mind taking the couch." Mikura replied, smiling sweetly as she still stayed bent over a bit. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Shiho shook her hands "No..no..no...I couldn't...um..do that." She bowed. "Please...at least maybe we could share the bed...rather than make you sleep on the couch..." She soon lost all words as she saw the girl bend over more...she could almost see her nipples...and her face was beat red.... |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "Sure, I don't mind that...........You got a fever or something?" Mikura replied as she fully bent over the arm of the couch to get a closer look at Shiho and her strangely red face. She failed to realize it was from embarassment due to Mikura herself possessing very little modesty. She was hot, and she knew it. If she needed to show something..........or do something, with her sexy body, she'd do it. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Shiho moaned and soon...she had to run off as her nose began to bleed. Not a good first impression with such a pretty woman, but Shiho had never been so...touched...before... She soon managed to stem the bleeding but was more worried about what the lady thought of her now. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "You alright?" Mikura asked as she came into the bathroom behind Shiho, gently placing her hands on her shoulders, breasts lightly pressed against her back. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Shiho blushed and nodded. "Yes...yes..Fine. Sorry about that..very sorry..." She found her eyes slowly drawn back to the girl's cleavage...her eyes softening as she did. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "Hey, no need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." Mikura replied, smiling gently before she followed Shihos gaze and saw where her eyes were locked."Wanna see em?" she casually asked, still smiling. Showing of her perfect breasts...........yea, she never had a problem doing that. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Shiho went pink all over...however, she was a simple girl...and driven by desires like many others. Seeing the breasts, took away her self control and she leaned over suddenly and softly grabbed a breast and began to suckle it needfully..not even noticing she hadn't really been given permission. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Mikura was certainly surprised, but really didn't seem to mind the girl trying to devour her large rack through her shirt."Heh, might taste better if my shirt wasn't in the way......." she said with a giggle, lightly tapping Shiho on the shoulder as she looked down at the.........hungry girl. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Shiho blushed and moved back. "Please....um..may I? I...need you so much.." She whispered hotly.Already her pussy was dripping with need, cum starting to drip on to the floor from out of her panties. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "Uh........ok....." Mikura replied, quite confused by the girls sudden hornyness. Stepping back, she unbuttoned her shirt, freeing her breasts. Having been straining against the fabric, the lucious orbs bounced as she freed them. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Shiho softly took a breast in her small hands and gently began to suckle lovingly on it...holding it deep in her mouth and making gentle love to it with with her lips and tongue. She wouldn't let this chance get by to not feel this girl's body next to hers. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Mikura moaned softly as the girl went town on her breast, doing quite well. Only time someone had ever worked her breasts these good was years ago when she was disabled and given to two thugs for an hours long gang rape. At least, that's how it started out. Mikura resisted it at first, but boy, did she ever get into later on, when they double teamed her. Best lay of her life. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Shiho wanted her lover to cum for her..and to say she loved her. Shiho had always only wanted a woman to say she needed Shiho..that would be enough. She softly switched between breasts back and forth...and then looked up. "Mistress..allow this humble serving girl...to pleasure you down...lower..please.." She winked playfullly.."You want that..right?" |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "Hey, what's with all this mistress talk?" Mikura asked, tilting her head curiously to the side. It would seem this originally modest girl had a bit of a submissive side to her. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Shiho blushed and softly moved up to kiss her. "Don't you want a cute little sub....who will do whatever you ask..when you ask...I know..I could make you happy." |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | "Well......it does sound interesting.........but I'm suppose to protect you.......not make you my slave......" Mikura replied, laughing nervously as she took a few steps back, turned on, but also a little weirded out. |
Witness Protection~me and Chiechan | Shiho slowly moved towards her, her shirt slowly dripping down..followed by her bra...revealing small but gorgeous breasts with lovely pink nipples that glistened in the lamp light. She slowly moved into the girl's side, and purred. "Hmmm...don't you want to have this...all for yourself? What better way to protect me then to cover me with your strong body, hmmm?" |
Arrancar Chronicles- ((Moonlight X Commie)) | Tentou stood on a building wearing her uniform. It was stained with some blood as she had killed some of the humans in the world they lived in. Her scythe stood at the ready as it pulsed with a red glow. Her pink eyes and hair threw off her appearance and though looked innocent she could murder anybody without hesitating. Her mask which had very mysterious patterns lay on her right side of her face only leaving the other half of her face exposed. Her left eye looked among the citizens and she smirked. I want some and I hope they get here so they can have some too. I mean I did want to come to the human world with them to explore and gain more souls She thought up as she looked around feeling the draft of the air touch her body and drift over it. Her eyes closed some as she did appreciate a good breeze. Standing there she tapped her foot, "Where are they?! By the time they get here the Shinigami will have already tried to track my pressure and the amount of damage I so far made!" She said to herself as she waited there for them. |
Arrancar Chronicles- ((Moonlight X Commie)) | Uqluiorra Looked around as he arrived behind Tentou. "You really shouldn't play with trash." He said in his cold voice as he started to walk away. "Come we were scent to find someone not play." Uqluiorra spoke sternly. He was espada 4 The 4th strongest and usually always in command of everyone. He was hardly challenged unless it was by The 6th seat. Grimmjow Jaggerjack was always a hot headed person but it hardly mattered he was always in enough trouble looking for the strongest person. "Tentou let's get moving." He called back out to her. He was already 500 feet away from her. |
Arrancar Chronicles- ((Moonlight X Commie)) | Tentou had whipped her scythe some cleaning the blood off of her scythe as she looked at him. "Alright ...", She said softly as she moved with him. Moving about his speed when he looked she was right next to him. "What were we doing? I thought playing was what we were allowed today?", She said softly looking over at him. Ulq. always had some sort of sad expression and maybe it was just the way he handled himself but she being the 8 8th Espada she had to listen to him more then anything. Though she often craved a higher seat of power she often calmed her ambition until she was able to take on some of the higher ups. |
Arrancar Chronicles- ((Moonlight X Commie)) | "Don't get in over your head Tentou." He said. "Yami lost his arm to a Shintoism." He said. Uqluiorra always wore this expression. He already knew the terrors in life, Before he had become what he was he was a happy human. But now he was this. An espada. "Tentou go search the north side of the city...And don't give yourself away.." He said with a sigh and used his shunpo to check the east and west. Play time? Their was no such thing to Uqluiorra it was always follow the master's orders and you wouldn't die painfully. |
Arrancar Chronicles- ((Moonlight X Commie)) | Tentou sighed, "Roger." She said as she had broke off from him and headed toward the north side of town. Her eyes pealed for what she was supposed to be searching for. What she heard was possibly shinigami might be in the city. However her purpose was just to devour more souls from this world to strengthen herself past 8th espada. She wanted a higher seat and she knew that it would take great ambition to do such a thing. Though she was confident she had the curage as her Arrencar uniform blew in the wind. Her long wavy hair swayed in the wind as she kept her eye out stopping on a skyscraper up toward the northern part of the city. Her body didn't move from the position trying to avoid any contact with possibly a hostile since she was order to do such. |
Arrancar Chronicles- ((Moonlight X Commie)) | Uqluiorra didn't take long on his search as he soon rejoined Tentou. "Find anything?" He asked from behind her as he looked directly at her. His pale green eye's more like burning a hole into her. "The shinigami we are after is to the south." He said. "Some hollow have appeared and the death god was dispatched." Uqluiorra said as he looked towards the sound. "You can feed later, Right now we have a job to complete." He said and started to walk away with out another word. |
Arrancar Chronicles- ((Moonlight X Commie)) | Tentou sighed, "Uqluiorra ...alright." She said as she looked around to the south as she readied her scythe again as she headed to the south side of the city. Her eyes blazing with the death of the shinigami. Uqluiorra might be my superior but I want ot kill so badly and I thought feeding was the whole idea of this. I guess that Aizen wanted another thing. She thought as her partner was by her moving with her. "Uqluiorra...why are the shinigami here? Just because of the Hallow or us? I probably assume it is both of us isn't it.", She said as they moved from building to building. |
Arrancar Chronicles- ((Moonlight X Commie)) | He looked at her." Because we've come to kill and take something that belongs to them." He said. "You know as well as I do that the Shinigami protect humans and just about every other living thing." He said as he jumped from building to building. He could really care less he would kill anyone that got in his way of finishing his mission. And that's how this espada worked. "Tentou get ready." He said looking about with his eye's. His head not even moving an inch. |
Arrancar Chronicles- ((Moonlight X Commie)) | Tentou smirked, "Hey you don't need to say it. My scythe has been ready for the entire time we have been moving about the city. It has craved for the blood of the Shinigami and everything that it protects. Well, then we will have to kill them and then absorb their souls as well as those that they protect." Her eyes scanned along with Ulquirroa's to make sure if they saw anything to do something about it. Her scythe continued to pulse as it began to pulse more her hands twitched and her face had a crazed grin on. She was ready to kill and she was wanting it now! |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | An Alice in Wonderland role play featuring detox and Muffens N Kittens. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | the f u n of Wonderland Cheshire stared at Alice. She knew what was beneath the dress, soft skin, perky nipples and an overall lovely girl. It was time to show her new playmate her true form. Standing up on her hind two legs, Cheshire's body grew and stretched tall, grew killer curves and nice size breasts. Her butt was nicely shaped, her skin tan with the pink striped fur still existing on the sides of her legs, arms, and a long, silky tail hanging elegantly. She had long brown hair that was long, wavy and very soft. She sat naked, her nipples and clit hanging out in the open. "Young child Alice, thus shall engage in a round of jolly merriment and erotic tom foolery with me and thou shall enjoy ev'ry thrust of the sticky vines." Cheshire said, snapping her finger and summoning a mass parade of tentacles came out of the forest. A tentacle flew towards Alice and constricted her. "Question one: If a cow laughs so hard then will milk come out its nose?" she asked, licking her lips playfully while she stared at Alice's chest. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | Obviously, being trapped in this world to begin with was startling enough, though being lost in the forest with a crazy cat staring at her in the way it was? It was even scarier, her eyes growing wide when the cat stood on her hind legs, half expecting to be attacked and ready to run in case there of, however, she watched with those same wide eyes when the cat stretched its body out to look like a human. Or remotely close to one. Her full lips parted at a circular 'O' shape, that was definitely something unexpected, her fingers slid over her mouth before shaking her head sternly, finding herself looking around for some way to escape and get away from this so called Cheshire cat. However, when she began to speak, the blonde turned her head and looked to her again, chewing onto her bottom lip. "Enjoy every what?" She repeated, though instantly she was grabbed by a set of tentacles and unfortunately, unable to move anywhere, her full chest rising and falling with a bit of fear. However, with the first question her eyes narrowed, mentally deciding that this couldn't be too hard. With silly questions like those, it shouldn't be. "Milk doesn't come out of cow's noses." Logic. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | Cheshire's large, evil grin went down to a smirk and looked over at a tentacle. The tentacle she looked at went back into the darkness of he forest, but Alice wasn't done yet. She had plenty in store for Alice, and even if she was still dressed and all the tentacles receded back into the forest she still would take Alice in every way. "A smart little lass, but you still have plenty of other tentacles to deal with. Then me." she said, petting one of the tentacles nearest to her. "Question two: when the nipple is introduced to a cold temperature, what happens to them?" she asked, feeling that Alice shouldn't have that much sexual knowledge. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | Proud of herself for getting an answer right and keeping herself from getting snatched up by one of the tentacles, her legs remained spread by them and her arms remained over her head, dangling just lightly. Thankful that the question was a logical one and nothing to do with anything about Wonderland, Alice made a face slightly at the next question that came toward her, "I. . I don't. . I don't know." She said quietly, looking down at the ground with a bit of fear for what was to come, her blue eyes instantly looked back to Cheshire, afraid of that grin sliding back across her face. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | An evil giggle escaped Cheshire's mouth as one tentacle grabbed hold of Alice's dress. Hooking onto it, the tentacle yanked and pulled and ripped off her dress, leaving her only in underwear and shoes. "Aw... That's a real shame. Since I run this game then I'll be choosing the brain busters and logic puzzles, and I know what type of them to ask." Cheshire grinned and approached Alice, feeling her stomach and rubbing her sides as she slowly worked the other hand down to her panties There she slowly rubbed her crotch. "Next question: What's the tightest area of the genitalia?" she asked, still rubbing Alice, fondling with her clit beneath the soft panties. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | The giggle combined with the tentacle reaching out causing her to take in a bit of air, she watched it slither up the front of her blue dress and snatch ahold to the waist of her dress, ripping it off with a loud tear that caused her eyes to stay almost permanently wide. The cool air running over her body caused her to shiver, before writhing against the tentacles and finding that it was useless in effort, as their grip around her wrists and ankles. "Wh what?" Her skin tingling with a few more shivers when her hand moved against her stomach and the soft curves of her sides, her eyes watched as her hand slid down to brush across the waistband of her silk panties, she sighed softly that was remotely close to a moan when Cheshire rubbed through her panties. Another question she sadly didn't know, heat beginning to grow between her legs, "I don't know that either!" This just wasn't any fair. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | "Awww.... Is Alice sad? Is Alice angry..?" she teased, ordering another tentacle to fly towards them and attached on Alice's nipple. Soon it started to lactate Alice's breast while Cheshire continued to play with Alice's clit. Pulling the panties down, Cheshire saw Alice's tight little cunt and smiled as she got down onto her knees and started to lick the pussy. A hand slid down to her own cunt and played with herself. Cheshire pulled back and looked up at Alice's face. "Next question: Do you enjoy this?" she asked, feeling the warmth and wetness of her crotch. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | It wasn't any fair at all that so far she didn't know the answer to any of these questions, Alice writhing again when the cat teased at her, though groaning out softly when a tentacle shot itself out and latched onto her nipple, her breast shifting slightly as it began milking her. Again trying to pull her legs from the confines of the tentacles, she let out a soft gasp when she pulled the panties down her legs and exposed her slowly moistening snatch, moaning out without restraint when her tongue came into contact with her body. The next question was an easy one, however, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to give Cheshire the benefit of the doubt, however, with the way things were going, at any instant she could get another question wrong. "Nngh, y yes." |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | "Oh, so thou likes this? So you wouldn't mind another tentacle?" she asked, taking one of her hands and teasing Alice's puckered anus while licking on her warm, wet cunt. Meanwhile while Cheshire teased Alice's crotch, a rather large tentacle sneaked behind Alice and gently glided along her soft skin and curved around her body to latch onto her other nipple with sharp teeth like hooks that sunk into skin. Latched on, the tentacles milking her breasts sped up and started to suck painfully and faster. Backing away from Alice's snatch, Cheshire looked up at Alic's face with her mouth soaked with Alice's juices. "Next question: Is it possible to cum anally?" |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | There was a certain fiber of her being asking herself whether or not it was good to even answer these questions, perhaps if she didn't answer maybe all of this would stop. . Or perhaps Cheshire would decide her answer on her own, deliberately picking a wrong one just so something else could happen to her. Having no say in the tentacle that glided across her skin and wrapped around her waist, a light shriek was heard when it's teeth sunk into the tender nipple of her breast, sucking the young, warm milk out of it. It hurt, and it was causing her eyes to well up with tears, the mixture of pain and pleasure racking her body and sending electricity throughout. "I Yes." She nearly screamed, making a guess at this one rather than simply saying 'I don't know'. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | Cheshire expected a young girl crying "I don't know that either!" but instead got the right answer. Maybe the questions weren't puzzling enough, or maybe Alice was starting to have gut feelings, perhaps she wasn't suffering enough pain or wasn't overloaded with the pleasure that Cheshire experienced with the tentacles. No it wasn't pleasure or pain, and it wasn't how hard the questions were, it was choice. Every question had a wrong or right, which got in the way of Cheshire's wants with the girl. So if Alice guessed and got it right, that means one less tentacle. Cheshire's grin grew wider and eviller as she ignored the fact she got it right and pushed a finger into Alice's tight ass. Thrusting slowly in and out, Cheshire took her free hand and grabbed a tentacle, pulling it down and letting it tease Alice's cunt with its dick like form. "Next question: Is it possible to breath underwater without gills?" she asked, ready to test out her new game style. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | The look that rested on Cheshire's face had seemed to be plastered with that unfortunately familiar grin, something that left her body shivering and with a bit of fear at the pit of her stomach, it seemed to be mixed in with the arousal she was getting from the Cheshire licking and playing with her holes. Moaning out again when a finger pushed itself into her ass, she could feel herself clench around the finger, though she seemed to be moving it perfectly in and out of her body, her half lidded eyes staring down at Cheshire when she grabbed a tentacle and allowed it to tease at her snatch. She had never had anything inside of her, or rather she'd never had a dick inside of her, before, and perhaps that was half of the frightening part of this experience, her body writhing again once another question emerged to taunt her knowledge. "No!" Another guess to a question she wasn't entirely sure of. She'd never tried to breathe underwater, so how in the world should she know? |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | Cheshire smiled as Alice's arousal to her finger and her guessing reaction to such a simple question. "I'd say your right, but I know you want me and these tentacles to fuck you. Don't lie, you moaned at my finger and you're not struggling against it either." she said, increasing her thrusting movement and allowing the tentacle to plunge deep and hard. Moving her free hand to the milking tentacles on her sweet nipples, Cheshire poked open a pore and opened her mouth to see Alice's sweet milk flow into her mouth. It was sweet and warm, causing her to shudder in delight. Looking back at Alice, Cheshire closed the pore and grinned at Alice. "So here's the deal: You can keep answering and be erotically tortured or admit that you're a dirty slut and want me so we can both enjoy some nice sex." |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | She almost couldn't take any more of this, the tentacles milking her breasts and Cheshire's finger pushing in and out of her tightest hole, her cheeks were at a soft pink color and she found herself again at that mixture of arousal and fear. Eyes still wide when Cheshire began putting words in her mouth, she couldn't find any proper words as she was moaning far too much to come up with something remotely close to a protest, a scream erupting from her mouth when one of the tentacles dove itself into her virgin snatch. Looking down at Cheshire as she sucked the milk out of her breast as well, her mouth was open and she let out a soft breath of air before answering immediately, "I ahh I'm a dirty slut!" Her answer came out as a scream, wanting at least to get those tentacles away from her breasts, her body starting to grow familiar to the tentacle pushing in and out of her. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | Hearing Alice's confession, Cheshire brought to tentacles to her own legs and lifted her onto Alice, Alice's mouth pressed against Cheshire's nipple. "You can suck when it becomes too much for your body.." she told Alice, the tentacles redoing their formation. Now they were constricting Alice and Cheshire together, holding their ankles tight as tentacles shot very deep within both of their cunts, as well as deep in their tight asses. Cheshire was moaning and stroking the top of Alice's clit to get her to have the most arousal and enjoyment out of the tentacles. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | The tentacles out of her body causing her to catch her breath, or at least try to, when a breast was pressed against her mouth and a nipple rubbing against her lips, Alice looked up at Cheshire, knowing she was about to let them start up again. Moaning when the tentacles pressed their bodies closely together, she screamed out into the dense air when they shot into her body and began pumping both of her holes, all of these sensations starting to meld together and feel, though she wouldn't admit this outloud, amazing. Her body was no longer struggling as much, moaning out against her breast and closing her eyes, the feeling of pleasure beginning to arise within her. |
the f u n of Wonderland [ detox x muffens ] | Cheshire was moaning and occasionally meowing at the feeling of the long tentacles pound her holes. Alice's hot breath moaning against her breast caused her nipples to rise stone hard, pressing Alice's upper lip up and standing close to her teeth. Although Cheshire could go a while without cumming in extreme pleasure, but Alice was moaning louder, not struggling and her eyes were closed. It was obvious that Alice felt pleasure, the soft pink color in her cheeks now a bit darker and a lot widespread around her face. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | It had not been long over a month since she had stepped past the village's ancient magic gates and never turned to look behind her. Her first recollection upon awakening into the world of Ivalice was the warmth of the dawning sun on her face, the cool tide of open wind from across the plains, the oceans breathing gently against her cheek. When she had reached the edge of the land she looked up and saw the reflection of the water against a clear and inverted bowl of azure overhead, no canopy cover. Her eyes bore witness to saw how the sky went on for an eternity. Love at first sight.When she first traveled within the vessels that sailed the skies, the blue embraced her. It had been an experience and feeling indescribable. Even now, as she was grounded and merely worked, finding odd jobs hunting bounties and repairing sand clogged vehicles, her goal was to touch the sky again. Just another ride in the endlessness, and another, and another. Learning about Ivalice and its people and races, its history and cultures. Learning about herself and her dormant interests brought to life with the rebirth she had chosen.But birth itself was a traumatic event, and her new life was not without its shortcomings. Gil was scarce, Viera were not common upon the roads of Rabenastre despite all its varied populace. She also had many talents, few places to put them forth in the adequacy they deserved. The Humes had a tendency to stare. So long as they did not bother her, they got along fine with a certain degree of isolation. There were shortcomings, surely, but she had chosen them. It was still incomparable to the former lifestyle she led.On some portentous day during her usual visit to the bounty board, there was a more peculiar sign that had been not authorized and posted. It spoke of adventure and great rewards in cryptic tones that spelled trouble and danger, mentioning a shipwright's guild in Archades. But other than that, it was vague. She took it with her, of course. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier stared down into the large crate on the landing pad beneath theStrahl, his expression showed regret. The mithril helmet of a judge sat amongst the chocobo hay that packed the crate. The final symbol of his old life as a judge. With a breath he laid down the last piece of wood on the crate, nailing it in. So ended his career as a judge, it was time to be a sky pirate...After securing the crate in his ship's cargo hold he came back down the ramp, running a hand through his hair after the work. His old armor was heavy, it had been a heavy burden too, dealing with his father... He forced himself to grin cooly, patting the gun at his side assuredly. He was docked in a major docking port, airships flew about outside of the closed port the humming engines.The first thing he had did was post an advertisement at the local tavern, hoping against hope to find some competent hands that might be willing... Or desperate enough to go into pirating in the skies. There weren't many that were suitable for the job. Balthier had run into trouble a number of times over his short time as a pirate, not like being a judge...He knew the armored protectors were on the lookout for him, under his real name of course. He was under a new alias now. He had gotten his ship and ditched the place, only taking his armor with him. He didn't know why he didn't leave it in his quarters... He hummed an old tune as he went about his large ship, it would need some upgrades. He contemplated on whether to fix it with weapons... Running a smart hand along the bottom side of it, smooth metal... |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | She had often come to the place where the airships rested. It was usually from afar that she watched, or somewhere along the sidelines. A position there was the best way to learn and hear their workings. Otherwise, when the foreign woman was not a passenger, she had little business being there in order to come as close as she would have liked. Maybe it was because she was female, or maybe it was her race. The Humes could be suspicious and possessive. Rightfully so, for it was their ship and they were valuable. Unless she managed to take an ad involving their construction or repair first, it was difficult coming too close. For now she could.It was difficult finding the proper shoes to match the arch of her feet, but her tall white sandals were subtle enough as they tapped against the steel deck along the docks. The armor of a Wood Warder was unnecessary when she was not out collecting bounties, and so she wore a simple gown, white with earthen colored sleeves and sides, the length slightly above midway of her thighs. She had donned a pair of umber capris beneath it."This belongs to you?" She asked to announce her presence and intention, presenting the ad she had begotten. It was a fine ship. She had never seen its make or model before, which made it a very curious sort of prospect. Either its proprietor was a clever and wealthy designer, or possessed some sort of exclusive connection which lead to such an auspicious treasure. At the very least, he appeared to be a normal man. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier's attention turned from the glossy underside of thestrahlto his visitor, a Viera. A rare sight indeed... The man crossed his arms and regarded her appraisingly, her straight up posture and feminine figure made him smile lightly. "Yes, she is under my ownership, TheStrahl," He gestured behind him in a wide arc of his arm, turning back to her and putting on a charming smile, "I see you are interested in adventure and riches. I do hope you take your moral values lightly... Or are willing to learn to." He continued around the ship's frontal underside, inspecting the flawless coating."You see, my peculiar applicant. In this job there is no room for morals." His attention was turned back to his ship, his appearance belied his curiosity for this girl, "You have passed the first test, you were willing to apply for an unregistered job, I wasn't expecting applicants for weeks.""Although I must admit..." He looked at her with an almost sultry eye, "I'm happy with the looks of you." He complimented her easily. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Was she desperate to have taken the flier, vague and suspicious though it was? Desperate, no, curious, more likely. In the end it was ultimately the ship herself that had drawn the Viera. He scrutinized her form in a way that was more than just a idle wandering of the eyes. He made little secret of it, but it was perhaps a deeper glance than he let on. She did the same for him in her own subtle manner. Judging from his vessel alone, and perhaps the same could be said of most other pilots, this one was no ordinary Hume confined by the laws and ways of their land and cities. The things he said supported that notion. In a strange and unexpected way her intuition told her he was not so different from herself.All of this in just a few brief moments while she followed the tour along the exterior of the ship. Time would tell any misgivings. And so it would also with her parting from The Wood."Morals may be but another choice," she mused. "A way of life." It was not an entirely human concept. The Viera could be said to have their morals as well. A strong distaste and distrust, a wrongness, for outside dealings and wars overall. Her 'moral values' then and now were thusly adjusted. The same could be true to happen again depending on the circumstance. Even now her trust for Humes was very little, lying along a long stretch of years ingrained without their favor.The tips of her ears brushed beneath the wing of the ship as they passed it by, her fingers touching the metal much like his had before. Her claws made not a sound or scratch with the delicacy of her touch. Her bright amber eyes turned from the hull and towards the man once more as he once again sought her. "Let us hope the mere looks of me may very well beget what remains of your expectations. Your next test?" She prompted expectantly, straightening to cross her arms. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier continued to smile at his new friend as she questioned him on his next trial, or rather... Trial by error. "I like your mentality. The Viera have an admirable way of living life, one I could aspire to if I lived three times longer." His keen eyes went from the recruit to the piles of crates just outside the docking bay entrance, armored soldiers were stalking about, seeming to ask questions... It seems the empire was not far from being on his heels. It was time to go. But could he trust this one? Her eyes showed something of neutrality, but he could see she had a fire. Her next test...One soldier peeked inside theStrahl'sdocking bay, evidently unsure of what he was looking for. Balthier walked briskly, placing a hand on the Viera's shoulder, he was a head taller then she. "Your next test will be combat... I need to get the ship running so that we can escape to the next city. I have weapons up in the bay of the ship, walk slowly so as to not alert our guest..." He whispered to her with a slightly urgent yet still cool headed tone.The solder was dumb, no doubt, he examined the boxes scattered about the entrance and had not seen the hulking mass of thestrahljust beyond his eyes. The plattoon would soon be on the two.They started up the ramp into the ship when Balthier asked, "Your name, Vieran?" He asked as they boarded. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Those were very bold words for a Hume. To become like Viera. It may have been out of a sense of pride, or simply what she had known and done herself, that gave her cause to question it. While there was still much to be said and much skepticism to be held the Viera stilled her tongue. Antagonizing a potential opportunity and one that held her growing interest was not the wisest path to take so soon. Her silence on the matter might have been enough in and of itself. The comment passed just as many tangents did, though, and the true tasks and information at hand hand grew deeper by the moment.Soldiers were not frequent visitors to the place of commute except when there was trouble, or criminals, afoot. Her new acquaintance had to him more than just a fancy ship after all. She turned her attention from them to the touch laid at her shoulder and her eyes flickered to his. It was rare for a Hume to rival her height. Once she was in her proper attire it might very well become better matched. Her belongings were few but plenty for her, and she had gathered them all into the pack she bore at her back before coming. She did the same any chance she visited the Aerodome.Somewhere from the moment when she had taken the parchment from the bulletin, to the point that she followed the man into his ship now, she had become an exile twice removed."Fran." The interior of the ship was nothing like those created for bearing passengers. This one was a fighter, like her, and she was pleased with it. There was no flinching or backing down to the challenge he so nonchalantly presented in combat. "Yours?" |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | The sky pirate had walked into the ship's hold and looked through the crates and boxes lined up along the sides, "Ah!" He found the weapons cache that had been confiscated by the judges a month ago, he had been on that hold up. Some outlaws attempting to move arms into Archadia. He took a crow bar and wrenched it open. "Fran, we'll have to exchange pleasantries later, you may call me Balthier." The wooden panel of the crate fell to the metal floor of theStrahl'sbay. An assortment of weapons laid in the hay before them. He smiled down at the collection and then up at her, "I am the leading man in our story." He said, sticking a thumb at himself.The soldier outside, after properly investigating the crates came about and staggered as he discovered the large ship, fumbling for a piece of parchment he looked at the picture of the same ship that laid in the aerodome dock that he saw before him...The same. "Sir! I've found it!" The soldier ran back towards the terminal to notify his commanding officer.Balthier turned from the crate to the shout that issued outside. "Looks as if our time's about to run out. Make yourself useful Fran." He smiled at her and winked, briskly walking to the doorway at the far end of the bay to get into the cockpit. Twisting a switch and allowing the ship to recognize it's new owner the engines began to hum. TheStrahlwas a quick ship no doubt, but it's folding wing design required it some time to get ready. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier. The corner of her lips couldn't help but to twitch slightly at his own introduction. A leading man of a story? And what did that make her, exactly? Like he had pointed out it wasn't quite time for an interesting sort of discussion. The crate that had been uncovered offered up an assortment of weapons she had not seen or worked with since her wandering. But they were all familiar, belying a similar principle. For combat.While the pilot left to begin their departure, Fran set down her belongings to settle there, taking up a long Flame Staff from the assortment. She tested its weight by turning it in both hands, gaining some insight upon its properties. By the time a series of footsteps could be heard storming for the steps leading into the ship, the first soldier along the line was forbidden entry, bearing the brunt of a thrust from the staff into the armor of his chest. The rest either fell or scrambled to either side of the ramp to avoid the cascading effect of the fall. There was a group of them, five or so, that were gathered at the base of the steps that Fran appeared upon the apex of."This ship knows a new master now." Fran informed them, the whirring of the gravitational discs buzzing in her ears. Standing against what appeared to be Imperial soldiers did very little for her reputation, but she was no longer a stranger to disobeying the authority. So the ship was stolen. She held as much fidelity to the Empire as the Viera had for the world."Seize them!" One of the masks called out, the remainder advancing again as they brandished their swords. They were met with her as the guard, jumping back down to the dock, throwing off their blows with a twist or swing from her blunt weapon. Their was no knife edge, but her turns and arcs lent her enough force to crush armor and bones if the point she struck was weak enough. Her discerning eye would judge the points that were. Despite the crates that littered the bay, it was more than enough room for her to move with the weapon she had chosen, allowing only so many to crowd in around her at once.The last man standing along the group fell as Fran launched a powerful side kick, sending the man sprawling across the dock to its entrance where another multitude had caught up and now ran towards her in full force. With the space yet to close between them, Fran hurtled a large whorl of fire at the men, turning the metal armor they wore near red from the intensity lent by the staff. That done, the pitch of the engines changed, and she hurried back into the ship while the soldiers were left to either catch up or strip out of being burned."Let us go!" Fran called as she guarded the ramp before its closing, finding a bow to pick off the remaining pursuers as they came too close. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier tried to take no notice of the fighting going on in the next compartment, but he heard no calls for help. Pulling back on the controls the Strahl rose sharply, one soldier midway into rushing Fran fell backwards and grabbed onto the ramp as it took off. Balthier pulled another switch and the ramp began to close, crushing the man's hand before having to let go and falling the two story drop. TheStrahlcontinued up into the blue cloudy sky, it's wings disengaged from their curled in positions and spread out, ready for high speed flight. "Spread your wings..." Balthier handled the throttle, focused ahead on the sky, they would flee to Dalmasca, certainly more hospitable and outside of Archaedes grasp. Balthier pushed the throttle forward hard, gunning the engines, "and Fly!" he exclaimed dramatically. TheStrahlsmoothly flew forth, en route to the neighboring kingdom of Dalmasca.The ground had become a blur. Balthier turned about in his chair, "A fine job my accomplice." He complimented, smiling as he laid back into the headrest. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | She kept her balance as the ship shuddered and then rippled through the air to begin their course, making her way to the front of the vessel. The borrowed weapon was laid back to rest within the bed of straw from which it came."You've planned the fates to play your story." Fran said to the man, impressed with the ship, the situation, and the uncertainty of everything. She ducked beneath the frame leading into the cockpit where he awaited her to spare her ears. Looking about the room and its controls from where she stood, Fran took only a step closer before leaning against one of its passenger seats to regard him. "How quickly was I to play a part." A hand went up to smooth back a portion of her ivory tresses. Her formal attire would seem to be most suitable to the new profession she had rushed into. She would change to it at the next best opportunity."So quick were you to judge that I would not leave you to abandon. How?" She inquired. He might have been an able warrior, too, but he had relied on her so completely that he might have been left utterly unguarded. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier crossed his arms, taking into account each of Fran's questions. TheStrahlsailed smoothly through the sky, well above the clouds now, away from danger. Luckily the Arcaedian task force had decided to come to the Aerodome on foot. He smiled at her regarding of his story, so she played along with his game."Perhaps... I had a good feeling about you." He swiveled in his chair, regarding the blue sky in the canopy as they sailed their way through it. "I do have to test your competence somehow, and this ship has a few tricks of her own if my intuitions were not correct." He flipped a switch on the console, standing up and regarding Fran at full height. He smiled fully at her as he returned to the rear compartment, speaking to her over his shoulder as he went through the doorway, "Besides, the leading man always has something to rely on at the last moment if all else fails." He patted the gun in its holster on his thigh, walking smoothly.The sky pirate regarded everything within the ship as he walked down the hall, past the boarding stairs. Truth be told, Balthier had dealt with the Viera before on his missions as a judge, mysterious folks they were, not quick to trust others. He could very well have been wrong about Fran, he may very well still be."There are more tests to come my friend." He called out to her across the ship as he made his way to the back lounge and fitting rooms. He went into the pantry and withdrew a piece of fruit, taking a bite of it, he weighed his next movements out. "If you haven't figured it out already, the Archadian judges are after me and my ship... Dalmasca should make a good refuge, given we have clearance to land." He informed her of the essentials for now, chewing on the soft red fruit in his hand. "I'm thinking about acquiring more vehicles..." He said. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | She followed, though part of her attention had strayed to the view and the console they left behind. It was just as important to see the rest of what the ship had to offer. Besides, along the passage there would still be more time. More if she and he both chose to stay thereafter Dalmasca. The gun at his side was duly noted. Playing the lead role in his own fantasy might have very well lent him a sort of invulnerability to various dangers. Such a thing would have been unrealistic had there not been a good amount of credibility to his back up plans."She has been stolen from the hold of Archades," Fran spoke, stating the obvious as she ventured into the lounge. From everything she had gathered and the writing upon the ad, it made the most sense. There was still space and various places to be furnished. The decor and presentation of inside and out were modest. He did not appear to be a modest person. "Recently, at that." Still he possessed intentions to take more. He was no ordinary thief."Her name?" It was the way of people to breath life into valuable things. Everything, animate and inanimate, possessed a name and sometimes even a title, as if name's were not enough. Fran leaned against a counter surrounding the area of cupboards but she did not sit, setting her long nails clattering over the dark granite once. "What is your plan there? What shall Dalmasca cling to?" He was free to keep his secrets as surely as she, but there were other points of interest she had right to know. His plans or what he would decide to surprise her with next, for instance."The next trial will test and reward us both. That is the share of the accomplice you sought, is it not?" He might have known of some treasure, or at least possessed some form of compensation, for the journey she had just rashly boarded upon. Fran was not to become easy prey to his thievery, but what he had planned, or not planned, might have been worth the adventure itself. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | "She is the Strahl." Balthier answered, coming also to the counter, he took a similar stance as he leaned against it, though he did not tap his nails against it. He looked her straight in her fair face testingly. "She was indeed stolen recently. I once had free entrance to Archaedes." He knew she had no idea of his past, and he would not give that information up easily. As if anyone could make the connection between him and Doctor Cid, his father. Fran was an interesting creature to be sure, easy on the eyes, her facial expression rarely changed."You've got me wrong, Franny." He tried on the pet name, still staring her in the eyes with a charm only he could master, "I never said I had a plan. But I hear things in local taverns..." His words lingered as he looked at her, trying to capture something in those eyes. It would be a closer proximity the Viera was not accustomed to to be sure, he took a last bite of the fruit, gnawed away to the core now.Balthier backed off, disposing of the finished food, he stalked about the room, straightening out his billowy white shirt and gold vest. "There are rumors of a new vehicle, a hovering contraption, it would come in handy for heists. We'll investigate once we arrive." He informed her. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | The Strahl. A good name for a good ship.They met at eye level from across the small island of space while he divulged just a glimpse what could very well have been his greatest treasure. It seemed that there would be more to come. Had he been an officer or guard or something more, there in Archaedes? If she stayed long enough to learn she may know. Now was not that time.Her nose wrinkled slightly at the strange name he used on her. Shame that the word Balthier could not be so easily manipulated. Her mind was not suited for devleoping clever little teases. Even if it was, she would be hard pressed to use them. What point was there in it? Despite the vague distaste she held for the nickname he addressed her by, Fran held her ground along with her gaze. Those amber eyes betrayed nothing more than her clarity upon the situation and the desire to see it through. Living in the moments this individual brought with him might very well prove more interesting within a day than the time spent alone in a month. It already had."A wealth of information often lies at the bottom of an empty pitcher." She was curious about this new machine mentioned now. Of all the new things in Ivalice she could experience, machines seemed to hold a special place. They could take to the skies. "These ears may not hear the whispers of the Wood, but the chatter of men never cease." She made her way towards the screens along the fitting rooms with that pack she had brought to go behind them, excusing herself, "A moment." It would be best to change now and be better ready for anything. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier smiled a bit at her little metaphor, she was awkward, but wise. "Indeed." He said, "I'm sure those things will come in handy in the future." He came to the two fitting rooms of the Strahl as Fran occupied one of them, curious about what she wanted to change into. That casual wear she had didn't seem to fit his style at all, made her look quite simple aside from her extra extremities oversized nails and all. Balthier toyed with the idea of peeking over the screen as Fran changed, but immediately thought against it. Looking like some desperate jerk was not part of his story.He pursed his lips as he listened to the shuffling of clothes, putting one leg up and leaning against the opposite wall, he could see her brown skinned heels beneath. "Hrm..." He mumbled thoughtfully despite himself, scratching behind his ear.TheStrahljerked suddenly, had the auto pilot turned off? The jerk was followed by an alarm, proximity alarm. Something had closed in close to the ship. "Can't be there already..." Balthier remarked, stalking briskly out of the room and away from perverted thoughts. He took a seat at the driver's seat, looking about the canopy. Clear skies... Another thud issued throughout theStrahl. A great thunder of powerful wings was heard overhead even beyond the rushing air as the ship sped. "Wyrms! We ran into a school!" A single black wyrm flew above and screeched at the canopy angrily, the rest of the family not far behind no doubt. It was the equivalent of rattling a hornet's nest.Balthier took control of the ship, pushing the yoke forward and going into a dive. "Hang on!" He called out behind him. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | He hovered nearby. She found it somewhat amusing that he would have nothing better to do or distract himself with on a ship so spacious than wait on her. Nonetheless, she took her time without too much concern for his prescence. He did not ire her with his eyes. The metal leatherette armor that she had been given and crafted from her time as a true Viera was still something special to her, knowing that it was the last of those gifts and that which truly belonged to her. It was a material thing, for she possessed her knowledge and skill sets, but there was some comfort in it.It was after she had pulled back the mane of white and begun to place her helm that the rock came over the body of the Strahl. Her hand braced against the mirror for balance and she sat to fix her heel support hurriedly. The switch in attire came not a moment too soon. Bursting out from the fitting room, feeling more herself than ever in the sudden situation, Fran quickly made her way back to the central area. It was not a simple task when the ground was fickle about which plane it chose to level at. Her hand caught the edge of the door frame as the nose began to point directly downwards, and she dropped to catch a seat and swing into the co pilot's place."What are her defenses?" Fran asked as her eyes scanned over the panel to find them herself, touching the things that she had seen before or bore some familiarity with comparing other models. A YPA design, with some modifications that made it one of a kind. "The turrets?" Her fingers were already flipping the more logical switches that might culminate to such an expenditure of energy, escape or offense. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Almost all of Balthier's attention was fixed upon keeping theStrahlstable through the sharp dive. He gritted his teeth, holding the shaking yoke. "I... Haven't fixed her with weapons..." Balthier admitted, still wrestling with it. He turned the ship into a spiral so as to confuse the rogue wyrm chasing them down. The shrill screeches of the rest of the creature's family could be heard, not far behind. The pilot did not dignify Fran with an explanation to a pirate ship not having any armaments, whether he was embarrassed or too caught up in keeping them from getting clipped out of the sky might have been hard to tell.TheStrahldove beneath the cloud line, dragon in hot pursuit, it's wings clipped to it's sides as it dove along with her. The rattling of the cockpit ceased if only for a moment as they came out from the clouds, wide plains sprawled beneath them, Dalmasca's cities off in the distance."I believe we should land..." He said, biting his lip in determination he pulled back on the yoke, the ship slowly came out of it's dive, wyrms still hot on their table. "Can't lose these ones." |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | "No weapons?" Fran echoed, admittedly a bit surprised at that fact. No wonder the signs had been coming back yellow. Escape it was. When that was not even feasible any longer, a more direct confrontation was inevitable. But against a school of Wyrms? "We land, then what?" Fran asked, sparing the pilot a wary glance from her panel. Mysterious and powerful though he might be, she was highly doubtful that even the best warrior would not fare well against a crowd of powerful dragons, or even a multitude of young ones. Unless he meant to leave the ship to the beasts while they made their own escape. That could not be an option."Go west," she began to suggest, "There are obstacles along this desert that should aid us yet." An outcropping and network of towers, or the natural formations of rock that walled off various sections of one sandy plain to the next. "A cradle of rocky labyrinth may hide a ship, provided we manuver well." Eyes darting along the rapidly progressing ground, trying to ignore the screeching howls of the creatures tailing them, Fran locked upon a prime location."There!" She pointed to indicate its position, the darkness from a ravine among a rocky plateau evident. It was near impossible to spot from afar and at their level, but something had drawn her attention to it regardless. "It looks just wide enough. It leads into a network of unknowns." |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier twisted the controls hard as a firey breath issued from above, attempting to cut off the ship in it's flight path. Balthier put on a calmer expression, "We land, then work from there." He replied vaguely, pulling a lever, he retracted the wings to their original positions, the Strahl was now more maneuverable.He smiled as she put a marker down on the HUD, showing the plausible hiding spot, "Excellent work..." but why was it so dark? Another screech from the pursuing wyrms shook him from that thought. Time to act. Balthier piloted the ship, dodging and weaving amidst the flapping wings and hulking bodies, all after the same target. He dove low just before the plateau, aiming to cut into the canyon, "Just wide enough is fine with me..." He remarked cooly, but pulled up at the last second, leveling out above the canyon.His assumptions were right, that was mist down there. SOmething of a rarity. But it might just save them. He jerked theStrahlhard to the right, engines moaning as they sped along just above the rocks. A dragon circled around, coming directly at the Strahl. "Bloody " No time for second thoughts, he pushed downwards, the Strahl dipped down into the dark mist...He cut the engines down to nothing hard, coming to a landing on the ground beneath the haze. The dragons circled above. Balthier was breathing visibly, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Well, that was interesting." The angered screeches could be heard above, the wyrms mad they did not get their revenge. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | By the time she realized exactly why she knew and was drawn to note and discover the area she had indicated, they were already over it and with no other option. "Mist!" She could feel the fine hairs at the back of her neck and her tail standing on end before they had even plunged headlong into it."There is a way through these caverns and out again. There must be." Fran murmured to herself as her fingers danced over a screen she had pulled up along a portion of the console, the camera attempting to scan and zoom into the dark crevices and outlines before them to find or forge a path. For her, the danger was not passed. If anything, she had just begun to become urgent. The metal carapace that sheilded them from the outside could only ward off so much of the Mist. Its aura, presence, and scent, was everywhere. And in such heavy concentration."The hatch, Balthier." She told him, her voice tight and as restrained, composed, as she could muster. Too much longer, the length of time it would take to wait out the dragons circling overhead, and she would not be so controlled. "I go to fight the Wyrms alone. I must get out." Attempting to focus, her hands clenched and unclenched as she looked down on them, the red haze beginning to affect her vision. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | "Fran...? Are you alright?" He questioned her, but complied instantly. The urgency in her voice was unquestionable. "Are you reacting to the mist? I don't think we can take off quite yet." Balthier weighed his options again, the Viera looked as if she might explode. The hatch hissed open at his command. He got up very slowly as she got worse. He backed up from the cockpit, pulling the gun from his holster. Could he shoot her?The unmistakably eery feeling of the mist roiled in the now open hatch. What could they do now? Balthier waited there, waiting for Fran's next action. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | She could no longer muster the tolerance it took to apologize. That would have to wait until later. If he had not decided that she was too much of a risk to be abandoned by then. As the Mist rolled into the ship, her breathing grew heavier, ragged. Finally she jolted up and bolted out with a growl, hurtling past the Hume and desperately searching for the exit she knew of in her better mind before it was lost completely. So much Mist. She had never experienced such a heavy concentration of it, all at once, everywhere, from the very bottom of the ravine and filling towards the very top, overflowing and penetrating every corner and crevice of everything.A heavy spear had found its way into her hand before she rushed out, headlong into the bottom of the midst. From that point there was no place to escape it but up, so up she flew, her armor lending her the greatest agility that her lithe body was so capable of. She vaulted from ship to rock to rock, through the densest cloud of it all before escaping into the bright desert sun and air. And into its swarm of giant wyrm. It could have been suicide. It was. Had it not been for the empowering Mist that had driven her berserk.With a roar, the wyrm dived after the Viera, the spear finding home within any point that it could without discretion for thick hide or soft underbelly. Certain points allowed her to throw herself upward and onto the very back of the beast itself, a triple fold, Mist enchanced Magick unleashed and consuming the giant corpse before she escaped with a powerful leap to the next. The Mist wound and poisoned those that were knocked down into the ravine had they not been finished before the fall. Spells from the wyrm hurdled against and hurt her, singeing the tips of her hair or burning her skin, but she could not feel the pain and the signals to stop.Where the sky over the Strahl had once been dense with a ring of wyrm ravens, only two more remained. One fell and brought the spear down with it, implanted within its eye and penetrating into its skull. The other collided with the Viera head on, throwing her up into the air. Her descent brought with it a heavy blow downwards on the wyrm. Jumping back to brace herself for another blow, Fran's vision blurred and left a black void in its place, collaspsing after the forced bout. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | As Fran collapsed, theStrahlcame up from the mist, rotating about to the formation of dead dragon bodies littering the plateau. Balthier had almost missed the lithe form of his new recruit. The Strahl slowly lowered down, with the engines still running, Balthier leapt from the hatch to retrieve her...Fran would later find herself at an inn in Rabanastre of Dalmasca. A fire was going in the hearth. "The mist has some significant properties... Perhaps I should have known better..." Balthier wrang out a piece of cloth of cold water, feeling over her burn wounds. Nothing totally severe, but she would feel the worst of it after waking up no doubt.The blind rage he saw in her eyes was something he would learn to be fearful of, surely. He sat at a chair at her side on the bed, soaking over her burnt skin with the cool cloth. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | A sleep of fatigue to shed the effects of the Mist upon her psyche was likely the only option for recovering herself. In any other circumstance the ability to unleash a certain expenditure of power may have been enough. In such cases channeling the Mist from her form through some sort of exertion was enough. The desert ravine being filled with the culmination, saturating everything and every escape, was another story.The first note that Fran became aware of before rousing was the scent of the firewood. It was sweet and aromatic. The ache from her burns, be it from the wyrm or her own spells, was next. Along with the cool cloth. Her armor, deceptive though it was in its cover and weight, had managed to ward off most of the damages. The sleeves to her attire had been removed in order to access the burn at her left shoulder which had penetrated through the material, and a portion of her slender legs had been afflicted along a small area of her calf and upper thigh. A groan accompanied the clearing of her head as she breathed in and opened her eyes. The injuries were nothing a good cure spell would not fix, provided she was feeling apt enough to execute them."Balthier.." Fran raised herself up to her elbows upon the bed she had been set upon with a wince, trying to sit up and somewhat disoriented. Had he remained with her after witnessing how the Mist ailed her? "What of the wyrm horde?" They had not needed to wait out the rest of their lives, challenging their patience with that of the group that had followed them, but at what cost? "I did not.. attack you?" She ventured, looking him over to be certain. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | "Relax, Fran..." He gently pushed her back to the bedding, moving down to her injured calf to help relieve the burns. "A good man knows better then to sit idly in the face of a woman's scorn, you flew right past me." A scroll of cure sat on the end table beside the bed, Balthier had been reading it's wealth. Enough to cast a lower level cure possibly."I am unharmed..." He assured her, "The wyrms you made rather quick work of, I started up the Strahl about as soon as you left but only caught you as you collapsed..." He took the bloodied cloth, washing it out and re wetting it. "They got at you some. So I picked up a scroll at the spell shop." It had been a good chunk of his reserve gil, but it would be worth the cost if he could assure this mighty force was on his side.He set the cloth to the side, recalling the memorized incantation to cast cure to mind. He put two fingers to his temple and closed his eyes, a soft aura arose from the floor around him, soothing and blue. Moving the two fingers at his temple down to point at Fran, the cure magic surrounded the worst of her injuries, taking the pain away. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Perhaps taking her out of the fray and from the desert had been a courtesy that any decent being might have done. He went a step beyond it with the room she now resided in and the way in which he tended to her wounds. A good man was thought to exist in theory, but Fran would have believed it only in theory alone. Likely any other Viera would not believe it at all. The Humes loved to use the land and destroy its originality. In an age ruled by the Archaedes Empire, or really any power of war, Humes and goodness were not two concepts which mingled well. Here, he even if he were only one man carving his path through the skies, it seemed to make all the difference.Fran was quiet and listened well to his recollection of the recent events, her ivory brows slightly furrowed. She could not detect any sarcasm, irony, bitterness, or regret. It was puzzling. He was an enigma. She had never thought a Hume could be thought of so deeply. She had never been tended to by one either. She would not have trusted one to do so. Here he was, doing just that."Nn.." The spell he had just recently learned was new and unpracticed but the effort and will he infused within it was worthwhile. She could feel the heat from the burns marring the red and angry skin cooling to an extent that the water and cloth had been unable to reach. The effect penetrated the afflicted locations, soothing the rest of her fatigue, and ebbed to leave behind a distinct warmth. By its end, her hand lifted to lightly close over his own where he had indicated her. "You have my gratitude, Balthier of the Humes." |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | He looked down at Fran's hand upon his own, a mildly surprised look on his face. The first showing of trust she had showed since their rocky meeting. His hand remained there as he sat down to the chair he had been watching her on minutes before. "Of the Humes... I hardly represent my own kind." He laid her hand down gently upon the soft bedding, scratching his chin in a thoughtful look, "I suppose I feel responsible for your current state, so I had to do something." He sat back to the chair."You may save your gratitude, work with me, Fran." He looked intently at her, his keen eyes imploring her to accept, "Become a sky pirate with me." Balthier leaned forward again, a thin smile graced across his lips as he once again held her hand out to her, no longer out of sympathy, but of an offer. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | "And I for my own," Fran found herself murmuring at his correction. It was true that a Hume sought out by soldiers and a Viera apart from her Wood were unlikely to be involved with much business amongst the typical masses. Shaking her head slightly, "This is no fault of yours, but that of the Mist. Too much and it afflicts me as Viera. It is maddening." Its effects and what it did and her inability to fully control it alike. He did not have to take responsibility for what she could hardly blame him for, but he did, and very well. That was what struck her.The woman was feeling better now, and had begun to sit up once more with less discomfort. What they did from there, after she would need to apologize, was anyone's guess. She had not expected him to offer her what he did, that important proposition, in that moment. What final test had she unknowingly just passed? Or was it he to her own?Blinking at his offered hand, Fran carefully and soundlessly picked herself up from the bed to sit, moving her feet to rest upon the floor beside to face him properly. "Sky pirates." She repeated, sorting through her thoughts before coming to that important and final decision. It sounded like the perfect profession. She inclined her head towards him in a nod, her hand coming to clasp his and shaking it once. "So we shall be." |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | He held her grip for a while then, nodding. "Good then! We should plan out our next movements then." He stalked briskly about the bed, pulling out more parchments. Maps...Later, the new partners stalked the halls of the castle Dalmasca, where Lady Ashe resided at the time. They were looking to "borrow" from their peaceful hosts...Balthier looked left around the corner, marble halls. His gun was raised in the air as he peeked around. He watched as the armored Dalmascan guard continued on out of sight. He looked right then, marble halls, devoid of life. He gestured with his free hand silently at Fran behind him to get her to cross the hallway to the locked door. They were close to their first acquisition.Taking a second look out down both ways and satisfied with the sounds of things, he crossed the hall to join Fran at the door. The Viera's ears would surely hear things quicker then his simple Hume ears could, but he was the leading man after all..."Can you unlock it Fran?" He asked under a quiet whisper. Songs could be heard coming from the direction of the main hall, the heiress Ashe was having one of her first dinners with her new husband. Everyone was well and distracted. Just the way it should have been. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | She had never envisioned herself as a thief, a criminal, or an outlaw. But what were those things but more roles and morals which society guided? They had both already proven that one structure was not necessarily the only one. The pair had no part in the things that bound their pasts. Things changed, and riches left stagnant for royalty were better pawned for something actually useful. Upgrades and additions to their vessel and freedom ride, for instance. Those things taken for granted were better off in their hands. Sky Pirating was also a profession that seemed to suit her various talents much better than droll bounties and meaningless labor. She had known that there was more to life outside of Eruyt Village. More to the mundane that oftentimes shrouded Hume cities also. It seemed she had found what she did not even know she was seeking.Kneeling at the ornate handle barring their goal, Fran diligently rattled and picked at the contraption used to bind it. There was a spell that had made it immobile at first, but it was simple enough to negate it. "A moment's more." Fran murmured quietly back to the partner standing guard over her as she worked. Aside from the dulcet notes from an ornate harpsichord floating down the hallways, security was considerably lax. After a bit more poking around the contraption, exchanging one clear pick for another, each hidden in her hair, a click that signaled its opening announced its give. That singular sound in itself was perhaps the most deafening.Quietly pushing the door inwards, Fran glimpsed its corner before standing to enter with Balthier behind her. They were in a hushed corridor lined with mulberry colored carpet and priceless little trophies displaying precious gems, embedded within crowns, pendents, tiaras...Anything that was far too gaudy to be worn but perfect for showing off to regal visitors."Are these what we sought?" Fran asked thoughtfully, delicately lifting an intricate crystal ring from its artificial finger and turning it in the display light. They would be very well off for a considerable amount of time. Just enough time, though, before the next heist. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier quietly pushed the door closed behind them without so much as a sound, his eyes going from one side of the narrow exhibit hall to the other, treasures. "It'll do nicely to meet our ends." He said, holstering his gun on his hip quickly, withdrawing a pair of linen sacks from his belt he tossed one in Fran's direction. "Take what you can carry. You never know when we'll have to get running." He started down the hall, deciding to start on the other side.He turned the corner to find another hall, a circular showing room at the far end. A tall statue an ancient king with a sword posed in the ground graced the middle, it almost looked life like... "Sad... Dalmascans love to live in the past..." He began collecting memorabilia as he worked down the hall towards the statue, "It will be their downfall." |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Catching the bag fell a portion open to accept the treasures stolen into it. Fran picked what appeared more valuable in their comparable worth and easy to separate into things that might make their resale run more smoothely. A handful of pure gems may have been more than a cheap presentation within a cumbersome necklace. But others were better off left intact. She was thorough as she worked her way back, keeping their weight in mind, catching Balthier's musings. They matched with the figure."Change is ever a cumbersome concept," She supported his notion, in a way. "But from where we stand, their relics are welcome." She had been examining a bracelet beaded in crystals when she perked, her attention drawn away and an ear swiveling slightly toward the way they had come. The only exit. "Someone comes." |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | He shoveled in a last piece of treasure into his sack at Fran's warning, throwing it over his shoulder. "Nothing works out perfectly, it would seem." Looking about quickly he nodded to the armored statue. "Let's hide for now, perhaps they're not aware of our presence..." He bound up the statue, hiding behind the huge figure, finding a foothold in the old king's armor.The door opened... |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | "Isn't this supposed to be locked at all times?" The voices began as they investigated the entrance, and exit, to the room. Guards, from the sounds of rattling armor while they shifted about the open door to analyze it however they could. Not the most fortunate turn of circumstances for their heist, but fortunately two was all they sounded to be. Likely inexperienced from the sounds of it, at that."A Are you sure they didn't just forget to lock it after perusing the treasure room this afternoon?" A younger guard attempted to suggest. There was a thoughtful pause." 'Suppose it's possible." The first supported, though he wasn't entirely convinced. After a beat or two more of silence. "Say... Wasn't there a bit more to this room?" Once they had taken notice that a few key things were missing, the tension was palpable. "Go call a few more guards to come investigate but don't alarm the Lord and Lady."One set of footsteps hurried away while the second proceeded deeper into the room, attentive and slow. Fran gave Balthier a wary glance from her place behind a pillar, waiting. The moment the guard's had passed her she sidestepped silently, reaching out to grasp the jeweled hilt of the display sword and making a diagonal cut. The guard went down with a yelp before shouting for still more help. It was yet too blunt to incapacitate him fully."Come!" Fran called urgently, making way to the door with the sword she had acquired before it would be soon filled with guardsmen. The moment she skidded back into the hallway, the rest had just begun to come down the way. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier complied, swinging himself off the statue, "Couldn't make it easy for us could you?" He said at the breathless guard as he jumped on top of his helmet, slamming his face onto the ground before bounding over him after Fran. The two blew through the half open door, sliding simultaneously on the marble floor, they spotted the cavalry coming from the way they came."Stop! Thieves!" One shouted, sprinting forward with a lowered spear.Balthier took aim with his gun, one arm stretched far as he looked down the aim. He cracked off a shot at the guard's helmet, knocking him on his back. "He'll feel that whiplash in the morning." He turned to Fran, nodding, "Shall we?" He started down a diagonal marble floor, opposite of the front gate from where they had infiltrated the castle."They'll have closed the front gate. We'll have to make our escape elsewhere." He took a blind shot down the hall behind them as they ran, knocking another guard down. He shouldered the loot more securely as they ran, making sure not to spill any. They ran in the direction of the rear of the castle, they would soon burst through a door into a large hold, several mounts lined the walls... |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Their situation had obviously begun too easily, run too smoothly. The moment the pair of patrols had noticed something amiss and called the rest of the cavalry a new sense of danger and capture only added to the experience. There had been a map that Balthier had somehow gained a copy and access to. Where the entrance and exits were located could be recalled, but considering the unknowns of what guards were actually stationed where, which doors were actually locked down, fortune and guesses were as good as any other. Along with directions dictated by whichever path led away from immediate capture.They had managed to sharply turn a few corners that might leave a portion of their pursuers guessing for a moment or two. It was just as well, as the new room they found themselves in was just as, if not more, intriguing than the foyer full of gem treasures. It was a modeling and testing room for an assortment of machina and technology, though it seemed mostly devoted to storage. They may have very well found the rumored invention, or inventions, that the Dalmascans had developed. There were models that had never been seen before, by anyone. We can use this. Fran began, though which she was not yet sure. Knotting the opening of the bag holding her acquired loot, she carried it along with her as her free hand ran over the strange metal bodies of the crafts lined up. The moment she touched one particular vehicle at the end, she located a trunk behind the seat and tossed her winnings into it before moving back to the front. Swinging a leg over the central and single wheel, the machine s engine glowed a vivid cerulean as it reacted to her touch on either handle. She indicated the seat behind her, I leave the guards to you, from your throne. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier stood back as Fran chose their escape method, smiling despite the hurried situation. She had a natural affinity for machines, he would have to let her get a better look at theStrahlwhen they got back. If they got back... Nonsense!Their pursuers had just gotten through the entrance into the garage, they scanned over the room and spotted the two. Balthier tossed his loot in the back under the chair and slammed the thing shut, jumping off of it and swinging into the chair. "Nothing more suited for the leading man! Let's fly!" He declared, reloading his gun with a loud dramatic click, he held onto the seat with his legs and steadied his arm with both arms. He cracked off a shot as the crowd of guards came down into the threshold. A spear flew over, aimed for Balthier's head. He ducked just in time, "Ah!" He declared in feigned surprise, running a hand through his hair and cracking off a shot at another projectile spear headed right for the blue engine orb. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | The engine hummed with the sound of a hollow wind as Fran turned the handle to stir it, the wisps of air curling around them to raise the feathery tendrils of her ivory hair. Pulling up it lurched into the air, rocking forward it likewise began in a direction proportional to her weight. The guards either ducked aside or were knocked down by the small and slanted wings extending out behind Balthier's seat. A roll of her ankle on the brake and a sharp turn could be made away from the too small door they had entered where a gathering of guards were trying to clamber in all at once."Strike the switch!" Fran called back to her partner as she wrestled with the bumps and jerks of the machine as it chose to be finicky. Despite the intuitive control, matching the intent of her body as it tipped and steered, it would take some taming.There were several doors and openings to the storage garage, one at the ceiling and two at the end of the long room, one larger than the other. Any of them would do so long as they could hit the button to spring them open in time. A volley of shots scattered around the duo on their mount as a set of guards reset their aim, the propeller wheel at the back wheezing with disgruntlement as it was chipped. It might not endure too much more abuse as she swerved around the stationary displays and hoped that nothing would hit.The door was still closed, but she headed expectantly towards it, the air rushing and hissing over the ground as she brought it low. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier leaned with the mount as she attempted to make turns and jerks as they came under fire. "One escape route, on the house!" He exclaimed, raising his gun high forwards over Fran's head, he pulled the trigger on the door controls. It blew hot in a shower of sparks right beside the door, splashing well over the door's threshold as well, presenting possible danger. "Do it." He said, nodding at the back of his driver's head.He ducked hard as a projectile hit the back of his chair, jerking the bike forward violently. He hoped Fran would be able to hold the erratic thing steady. He had faith in her... The doorway would lead to a long tunnel that would eventually lead to the outside plains. TheStrahlwas landed in a set of woods he had designated as safe enough. The port was decidedly too dangerous to lay anchor in."Fran, I need to tell you. The ship's parked in the plains. Just go straight away from the castle." he directed, holding on to one arm of the chair with one hand and laying his gun on his shoulder with the other. He might need to make more shots considering what was waiting outside for the pair... |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | The door to the hanger shuddered open as its wiring shattered beneath the gunshot, rattling and struggling up half way before the thing quit completely. Fran revved the handle and pushed down on the pedal on one side, swerving sharply right and tipping the vessel to a sharp tilt as they ducked beneath the gate to clear it. The right side of the base scraped the ground but was otherwise unaffected by the time she pulled upright as quickly as she had evaded the upper clearance. The door behind them clattered to a heavy close as soon as they had passed it, snapping the chaos and sounds away behind them.Only Balthier s voice and the hum and sputters of the protesting vehicle met her ears within the long and intermittently lit tunnel. It seemed that they were well on their way to their final goal. The Strahl. The plains and forest beyond. Fran confirmed, gripping tight to encourage the transport to take them there. Hear me, hold out. She added for the machine itself. At spot of moonlight at the end contrasted from the artificial light, signaling the end of that tunnel. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | Balthier lent his weight to the bike as they narrowly tipped over to clear the threshold of the door. Leaning around the chair he shot a round at the mechanism that rolled the door up. It blew off in another shower of sparks, the door coming to a halt before crashing back down with a loud thunder. The sound travelled with them in echoes as they raced down the service tunnel.He loaded another two rounds into his pistol, snapping it back into place with a barely audible click over the protesting hum of their escape vehicle.Click."That was a spectacle..." he stated with a cool grin, thankful for the brief moment of quiet. He braced himself into his chair, mentally preparing himself as they approached the lunar light...The slope went upwards as it lead to a soft hillside. The blew out back into the streets of Rabanastre, no guards were waiting. "Just as I suspected, they couldn't have mobilized the troops fast enough. Onward!" He cried, looking sideways to the crowds of city folk staring in awe at the vehicle and it's two occupants.He gave a friendly salute to the on lookers as they passed off. They would be at the plains soon, and would come to the forest, and their ultimate escape. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | If that had been a spectacle that they had left behind in the palace, then the one they displayed flying over the streets of the city was another with no parallel. The air traffic went on much higher above, along with the patrols. Fran attempted to stay low enough to keep out of the way of other vessels roving over the city, high enough to avoid the different shapes and sizes of pedestrians below. A plume of silvery gray and blue smoke was sputtering from the end of the carrier where it had been damaged in their impromptu escape.Revving the rotating wheel to renew the glow of the magicite powering the engine, Fran willed the thing to press on, the crest of the city gates and those plains beyond coming into view. The way it occasionally shuddered and dipped showed its strain, a few cries coming up from the people below when they happened to chance beneath the passing shadow darting past the shop signs.It was only a matter of time before the air patrols were tailing them. While the officers may not have realized the depth of their multiple crimes committed in a single night, they certainly knew the violations they made in the public. A twirling red light beamed down and attempted to follow them from the airship hovering overhead. Halt! Land and await further instructions from the nearest foot soldier! You are ordered to land! The voice of the announcer from their speakerphone was mottled with all the noise and wind rushing through her ears as she pressed them back, squinting ahead. Of course, ignoring everything, they broke over the gates and the warning shots from those soldiers guarding it, making a beeline for the cover of the trees. Balthier, take flight ahead, Fran called back as a very brief warning. The vehicle would soon be exhausted and the hatch still needed opening, the engine prepared. Luckily the craft behind them was slow. If they made it in time the Strahl could easily outrun it. Balthier himself could go from his vantage point as soon as she abruptly stopped the brake. |
[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream | She needn't have said a thing to Balthier before they landed, without a reply he bounded off the backseat towards the Strahl, half the hull hidden beneath the canopy of trees. The hiding spot had served them well, their pursuers had no doubt thought they would be chasing them down upon their limping vehicle. He bounded up the ladder to the Strahl's main hold, patting the glossy hull. Such would not be the case...The sky pirate started the engines warm up process, turning about to the ladder again and jumping down. "We've got a minute before we can take off." He took the loot from her, heaving both over his shoulders and nodding to their newly acquired vehicle. "We shouldn't let the girl go to waste should we? Park her inside the Strahl."The move was bold, but they would need a short range vehicle for the future. Beyond the gathered trees, roving lights searched for the two thieves, the police airship roved overhead, threatening to spot them. |
Resident Evil 4~me and AtomSmasher | Young Ashley Graham sat quitely by herself, the only sounds she made being weak whimpering as she tried to hold back tears due to the situation she was in. She had been kidnapped from her college and taken god knows where by these freaky men in cloaks that looked......stranger. Their faces just didn't look human anymore. Plus, their eyes almost seemed to glow red at times. She had no clue where she was, as she barely had any time to see her surroundings before the men just shoved her into this room and locked her in. She was alone and beyond terrified. |
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