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"author": "p4n1c0193",
"message": "Of all the kingdoms he'd traveled to, Y'mish tended to find the most comfort in Alynthi. Though drogon weren't a particularly welcome sight anywhere outside of Kandagulu, Alynthi tended to be accustomed to the sight of most races, unlike many kingdoms such as Gantrick. Even in spite of any discrimination he'd faced here, he'd managed to make a decent living and even a house east of Willowdale. Of course, with how much he traveled, he didn't visit too often; his abode served mostly as storage and a place for him to perform alchemy when he couldn't find the proper equipment elsewhere.\n\nRight now, he was on the lookout for a few species of herb he was looking to use in his potions. He tended to do a pretty good job of finding said herbs, but he'd brought along a companion with him, both for the help, and because it'd been by his side for many years now.\n\nAs Y'mish looked off to his right, he saw his daqk sitting next to a tree and staring at him with its red eyes. \"You found anything, Buddy?\" Y'mish asked, walking over to the black beast and petting its head a bit before the animal stood up and began to lead Y'mish to its discovery: one of the herbs the drogon had been looking for, the emerald briar.\n\n\"Good boy,\" Praised the drogon, petting the daqk again before he began to delicately harvest the herb. Buddy ambled off, most likely looking for more herbs or possibly something to entertain him.\n\nY'mish was a drogon— large by elven standards, not so big for a drogon. In fact, for a drogon, he was a bit below average, but most people didn't have the heights of drogon memorized. He had a somewhat intimidating appearance, with lightning-like markings streaking down his arms and sharp claws at the end of his fingers.\n\nDespite the way he looked, though, he worked with the herb in a very gentle manner. Perhaps it was best not to judge a book by its cover."
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"author": "Koop",
"message": "_Koop continued his trek through the dense forest. It had been a while since he had seen any form of civilization, nor anyone else to interact with from said civilization. Though that does tend to be the case when you grow up in such a secluded fashion as he did. Greenheart was his home, and even though he was pretty far from his birth home, he felt enough of a relaxing calm within the confines of the forest's boundaries to make him feel like he was at home. Koop gave a soft sigh as he continued his walk, off any defined trail and pushing his way through the foliage._\n\n_The nearly 6ft tall figure continued his travel, careful of where he walked through as to not ruin his clothing. It wasn't as if he was wearing anything of objective value, those clothes on him were of a pretty commoner class of clothing. It was more like he had no desire to fork over any money to a tailor to get them repaired or replaced. He was in a pretty relaxed state within these forests, and the Shapeshifter had no issue with not confining the fact that he is one. His right brown, black tipped ears perked up upon his head, along with his same pattern match tail sway along behind him. Though he was careful to make sure he wouldn't let it get snagged on any of the thick brush he passed through. His ears stuck out of his blown fluffy hair, having a darker shade of brown compared to his fur._\n\n_He wasn't in a totally relaxed state however. When one separates themself from civilization for a long time, they only have themselves to rely on for supplies. Those supplies including food. And Koop was hungry. As he walked along he would periodically sniff around, trying to catch a scent of something to lead him somewhere. He wasn't in the mood to have to fight for his food, and didn't want to tussle with large game. Something small would suffice him_\n\n_He perked up, catching the scent of something very new and different. He wasn't so sure of what it was. 'Lizard?' he thought to himself questioning. I mean nothing was wrong with cooked lizard, though it smelled much more different than that. His curiosity peaked his interest and he decided to go investigate. His pace slowing down as he would begin to follow, his movements going quieter as he slowed his walking._\n\n_Koop would slowly approach the clearing, a faint rustle of the brush being the only audible evidence of his arrival as he was just about to round the corner of a tree to get a view into the clearing._"
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"author": "p4n1c0193",
"message": "Y'mish stood up after he finished with the plant, rising up to about 6'6\"— although, he did have a slouch, so it looked like he could be even taller. The drogon walked in the direction where he'd last seen his daqk run, and as he was about to leave the clearing, Buddy came bounding back and stopped in front of Y'mish.\n\n\"Did you find something else, Buddy?\" Y'mish questioned, reaching down to pet his companion. However, before he could, the daqk lifted its snout into the air and started sniffing. Clearly, it had caught something's scent. Y'mish watched with amusement as the black animal brought its nose to the ground and began to track the scent, slowly moving toward Koop's location as its two tails swished behind it.\n\nThe drogon simply watched as his companion searched for the source of the smell. \"Did you find a squirrel?\" He inquired aloud, though it wasn't likely, as Buddy didn't have a tendency to go after squirrels. The daqk was pretty well-behaved, much like a trained animal, even though Y'mish hadn't specifically trained it for many things.\n\nCurious as to whether or not there was actually anything amiss, Y'mish also smelled the air. His sense of smell wasn't as good as his pet's, but it was much better than the average elf's— and when he smelled the air, there did indeed seem to be something a bit more humanoid here. Y'mish tensed up and looked around himself, then back to his daqk.\n\nWhen Koop peeked into the clearing, chances were likely that he'd be face-to-face with the daqk, a sleek, black canine with red eyes. Seen as a bad omen by many, which wasn't too surprising considering its almost hellish appearance."
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"author": "Koop",
"message": "_Koop rounded the corner around the tree partially took a peak into the clearing. His gaze shifting from right to left as he gazed where he thought the scent came from. Koop would eventually spot the drogon further away. His gaze stopped, and he gave a small flinch with a step back. Well his generalization for the smell was close, yet so far off from what he anticipated. His gaze locked towards him for a moment..._\n\n_... Before he would eventually look downwards, sensing something else now. He spotted the hell like creature with those dark red eyes._\n\n_'Oh what the hell?!' quickly raced through his mind as he finally registered the hell-looking dog infront of him._\n\n_The shapeshifter gave a started, fox like, yelp, jumping back as frighten reaction to the startle of this sudden encounter. On his way back he tripped over himself, falling back onto the ground infront of another tree as he quickly scooted back against it. He raised an arm infront of his body as a 'shield' and lowered his other hand to his leg sheath holding a dagger and pretty instinctive reaction to this. His mind quickly racing as his gaze quickly shifted between the drogon and the daqk._"
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"author": "p4n1c0193",
"message": "The animalistic yelp of the shapeshifter was met with a sharp bark from the canine before him, followed by a low growling. Clearly, the daqk did not approve of the stranger slinking around.\n\nBefore the daqk did anything outright aggressive, though, a sharp whistle cut through the air, and the animal stopped growling, hesitated, then turned around and bounded towards its owner.\n\n\"It's okay, Buddy,\" Y'mish spoke, reaching down and giving his pet a scratch under the chin as he walked towards the commotion. He hadn't quite seen the features of the new arrival, but he operated under the assumption that it was some other humanoid. The weird yelp they'd made didn't quite make sense, sounding more like it belonged to a creature than a person, but that was beside the point.\n\nAs Y'mish came closer to Koop, it started to make more sense. It only took him a few seconds to understand that the ears on the man's head most likely meant he was a shapeshifter. The ears combined with the noise he'd made led Y'mish to believe the stranger was some sort of fox shifter— not that it was important to him.\n\nY'mish, in what may have been an overly friendly move for someone meeting a stranger in the woods, walked closer to Koop and extended an arm towards him. Not so close to make Koop feel like his personal space was being invaded, but close enough for him to grab it if he wanted help getting up.\n\n\"You alright?\" He questioned in a voice that was deep and calm. If Koop was observant enough, though, he might notice that the drogon's muscles were tensed; Y'mish was ready to dodge out of the way and prepare for combat if Koop turned out to be less than friendly.\n\nThe lizardfolk had a handaxe sheathed at each hip and an iron-tipped quarterstaff on his back, along with a satchel at his side that seemed at least halfway full.\n\n\"Sorry about my daqk. He's just overprotective,\" Y'mish explained as Buddy walked up beside him, this time without barking or growling."
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"author": "Koop",
"message": "_Koop was in too much of a shocked state to give any sort of animalistic response to the daqk, and also he was in no mood to piss off this strange animal in the hopes that it would not actually violently react to him. Though that thought was cut off by a sharp whistle, causing Koop to cringe up and his ears flatten on his head in a flinch. His ears slowly perked up again at the voice, Koop peaking out from his defensive state and looking towards the drogon approaching the scene. He gazed up at him as the height difference was significantly worse now._\n\n_He stared to Y'mish as he moved even closer, he could tell that Y'mish was observing him and looking him up and down. Koop gave a slight flinch at Y'mish's gestor, but wouldn't over react to it as he had been looking at him and the arm movement wouldn't be a total surprise. He'd look at the extended hand, his eyes traveling up to meet the drogon's gaze eye to eye,_\n\n\"I-I... I'm alright... I'm sorry I was just a little spooked. This was uh... At the bottom of my 'things I could expect today' mental list.\"\n\n_The Shapeshifter chuckled lightly, his mood slowly loosening up as it appeared to him that Y'mish wasn't a threat. Koop would slowly raise his hand away from his sheath, while lowering his other hand away from his body in the defensive manner he had it in. However, he didnt seem interested in taking Y'mish's hand, he instead just leaned back on the tree, slowly beginning to catch his breath from from the sudden startle. He slowly began to loosen up physically, giving a now relaxed sigh after a few moments and glancing up to him._\n\n\"It's alright... I say that that is the right amount of protectiveness...\" _He responded with an awkward chuckle_ \"I apologize for sneaking up unannounced, I had no idea that there was another person out here.\""
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"author": "p4n1c0193",
"message": "Y'mish figured from Koop's reaction that the shapeshifter wasn't looking for a fight, so Y'mish could relax a bit. Of course, Koop could be looking to disarm the drogon and rob him, but Y'mish liked to give people the benefit of the doubt.\n\n\"He won't hurt you, I promise,\" Y'mish told Koop. Seeing that Koop was more interested in leaning against the tree, Y'mish backed up and sat down, also leaning against a different tree. After roaming the immediate area a little bit, Buddy came back to Y'mish and laid down, resting its head on the drogon's right thigh. Its piercing red eyes remained opened, though, ever vigilant of the stranger's movements.\n\n\"No need to be sorry,\" Y'mish stated, his tone of voice indicating that he was a bit distracted as he stroked his daqk's fur. \"I've just been out collecting herbs for an hour or two. The name is Y'mish; I live a bit south of here, near Willowdale. How about you?\" He questioned, looking up at Koop. Maybe the shapeshifter was here to collect herbs, too, or hunt for animals. Hopefully he wasn't here to cause trouble.\n\nIt was a strange scene— a large and intimidating drogon gently petting his daqk, which could most certainly be mistaken for a hellhound on first glance. With so many reasons to give him a weird look, it was ironic that the drogon actually turned out to be fairly gentle and calm instead of some evil reaper of souls. Of course, it'd be naïve to trust anyone you just met, even if they had a cute pet almost-dog.\n\n\"I also wasn't expecting to meet anyone out here, but I've certainly met weirder people in stranger places.\" And that wasn't even including all the drogon he grew up around. Now that he'd integrated into society about as well as any lizardfolk could, he had began to see how odd many drogon traditions were. In the back of his mind, he wondered if anyone would recognize him if he ever traveled back to Kandagulu..."
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"author": "Koop",
"message": "_He would notice the large drogon beginning to relax, a sigh of relief washing over him as it looked like the situation has defused fully. That could have gone bad really quickly. He offed an acknowledging nod towards Y'mish at his comment, not doubting him in it. He glanced towards the staring at Buddy, looking eyes a moment before looking away directly and looking up towards Y'mish._\n\n\"Sorry, it's habit I suppose.\" _He lightly chuckles_ \"It's a pleasure to meet you Y'mish, name's Koop.\" _He answered back, before giving a head tilt_ \"Herbs? For cooking or healing?\" _He curiously inquired_\n\n_Koop didnt find it too weird, he has learned over the years that this land has people of too many different distinct personalities and even attempting to give someone a stereotypical label is pointless._\n\n\"You know, I was thinking the same thing. Guess this is how the gods mess with us for that lack of expectation.\" _He joked with a small grin_ \"So you're from the west? I was actually heading that way, though after a bit if a hunting detour\" _He spoke, what a funny coincidence_"
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"author": "Korixan Y'mish",
"message": "Y'mish wasn't too sure what Koop was sorry about— was he apologizing for apologizing? Whatever it was, it didn't matter much to Y'mish. He was mostly just glad that he wouldn't have to be fighting anyone today. Hopefully he wouldn't have to fight any*Thing* Either, as this part of the forest tended to be relatively calm.\n\nY'mish's gaze wandered the area, partially to scan for herbs, and partially just because staring at Koop felt a bit awkward to him. He wasn't accustomed to prolonged eye contact— it was seen as a challenge to authority in his original culture.\n\n\"I collect herbs for alchemy, mostly. I typically make potions to help heal, but a lot of alchemy ingredients can be used to make a good meal as well.\" He rarely used his herbs in cooking, but he had to admit that they made for a good garnish.\n\n\"I grew up in Khisfire, actually, but I live near Willowdale now, yes.\" Considering the fact that drogon were rarely found outside of Kandagulu, it was uncommon to meet one that grew up anywhere else, but strange life circumstances had forced him into that life.\n\n\"I spend a lot of time traveling, though, so I see plenty of places outside of Alynthi. How about you? I'm assuming you live in this general area.\""
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"author": "Koop",
"message": "_Yes. Yes he was._\n\n_He was obviously also relieved that he wasn't going to be getting into some fight right now, his sudden more relaxed and calmed state being evident of it. Koop would follow where Y'mish's gaze went, out of both curiosity is thinking that if he saw something interesting he should also see it too._\n\n\"Oh..!\" _His ears perked up, his head lightly tilted to the side out of interest._ \"I never considered alchemy. Probably cause I have no idea how to do it myself.\" _He chuckles lightly._\n\n_He pulled his legs up closer to himself, resting his arms on his knees as his tail curled around his side and rested in front of him on top of his boots. He gazed back up to him._\n\n\"Ah.. Yeah I travel a lot too. Guess you can say I don't have any permanent residence.\" _He nodded up to him, smiling at the realization of a common interest_ \"I'm from Greenheart yes. Born and raised more east though, closer to Girian. But I suppose i consider the whole of this place my home..\" \n\n_He finished speaking as he looked up to him. Though his ears would perk up as he looked downward into his lap, a hand sliding down onto his stomach._\n\n\"Damn..\" _He mumbled to himself softly_"
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"author": "p4n1c0193",
"message": "\"Well, I mostly use biomancy when I'm working with the wounded, but potions are a good supplement, and people can take them when they leave so they don't need me to be there for the entire healing process.\" He folded his arms and leaned back into the tree, thinking about his long journey on integrating back into society. The care those people had showed made him more understanding and patient. After all, if they were willing to spend more than a year working with a drogon, surely he could deal with some annoying people for a few days.\n\n\"I live near Willowdale for the proximity to the wayshrine, mostly. I'd live in Khisfire, but... Well... You know, political instability and all that.\"\n\nY'mish noticed Koop's movement and thought for a moment, stroking his daqk's fur as he thought. \"Are you hungry?\" Y'mish asked, looking up to Koop. \"I have some food, but it's mostly stale bread,\" He said. Y'mish didn't really mind having stale bread, as he was more than strong enough to bite through it, and as far as he knew, stale bread was just as nutritious as normal bread."
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"author": "Koop",
"message": "_Koop would slowly nod, clearly intrigued by what he was saying. His ears perked up attentively as if he were a dog listening to his owner. Koop was always secluded as a young boy, so he always enjoyed listening to others now that he was out on his own._\n\n\"Ah...- Oh I'm.. Sorry to hear. I guess I don't hear too much about that place very often.\" _He softly responded, his ears slowly lowering back on his head. He obviously felt bad for him, feeling like one could t return to their homeland would obviously negatively affect anyone._\n\n_He quickly looked up towards him with his ears flattening back with an embarrassed expression, he didn't mean to make it obvious or draw attention to himself like that. He thought for a moment, remembering the last two days of very little luck with a hunt. He sighed. _ \n\n\"Y... Yeah but... You don't need to...\" _He responded to Y'mish. The truth in that response is questionable, as his gaze subconsciously shifted to look at his bag where he would guess he stored said food_"
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"author": "p4n1c0193",
"message": "Y'mish nudged Buddy to remove his head from Y'mish's lap and then stood up, stretching a bit. \"I've heard things are getting better down there. The new royalty is trying to get things straight, but all bad sorts of people have already integrated into Khisfire, so it's hard to root out the rot,\" He spoke. Y'mish wondered if he could make an impact on the world some day— helping bring stability to Khisfire, or reducing the slave trade. Something to improve the lives of others. Maybe some day. He'd already written some books. Maybe those had been some help?\n\nY'mish walked over to Koop and brought out a loaf of stale bread, offering it down. Buddy was sniffing around the clearing once more in an attempt to occupy himself, his sleek black figure sauntering around the area.\n\n\"Well, it's really not much trouble. Bread isn't very expensive. From what I know, though, elves have a hard time biting through stale bread. Not sure if that's different for you.\""
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"author": "Koop",
"message": "_Koop watched him stand up, offering another nod as he listened._\n\n\"That makes sense... Hard to rip up and reshuffle an entire cultural mindset. I hope it'll be in your lifetime atleast.\"\n\n_He offered a small reassuring smile to him. He looked up to him as he walked closer, no flinching this time as there was a form of trust now. He watched his hand pull out the loaf and extend it out towards him. He was at first reluctant, he still not wanting to intrude on his personal food like that. Though after some listen to his reasoning, he nodded and carefully took the loaf off from him and held it in his hands. He sniffed it, looking back up to him._\n\n\"I've.. Had my fair share of accidentally biting into bread past it's time.\" _He let out a chuckle._\n\n_He held the bread up and tried to bite into the end of it. He strained to dig his teeth into it and he attempted to pull off the end, but to no avail. He'd let go and have an embarrassed laugh._\n\n\"Hold on there is a work around for me.\"\n\n_He closed his eyes and leaned back. He gave a small wince before he would suddenly shift up into an anthro fox, the fur not covered by his clothes matching the color of hi ears and tail. He opened his eyes and looked down at the bread, now gripped in his paws, before he lifted it up and chomped on the bread. He easily pulled the end off clean, slowly chewing on the stale bread. He smiles mid chew, obviously not minding it and enjoying having something to eat, and looked up to Y'mish with a chuckle before swallowing. His tail offering a wag. Just two anthro animals vibing in the woods now._"
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "__**Greenheart Forest: Crimson Company Ruins**__\nDeep within the Greenheart Forest lies the ruins of a long forgotten building. What was once a great guild now lies in rubble and overgrowth, remnants of a forgotten time and place. While any hint as to what the building could have possible been is long gone, there is a sigil above what used to be a doorway, now nearly faded away completely. A hammer and anvil, the colors red and gold just barely visible."
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{
"author": "Theradin Flintbreaker",
"message": "*Theradin walked contenedly through the forest. He didn't normally travel this far into the woods, but he was looking for just the right tree to make the handle for a sword he was working on. Despite the fact it wad only for a minor noble, he always poured all his skill into each tool or blade he forged. He walked from tree to tree, examining the branches and the leaves to see what there was.* \n\n*After some time he finally found a satisfactory tree, an old Ash tree with long, straight limbs. He could make several handles from the fine wood of this tree. He lifted his axe, lopping a branch off the tree, and once it had fallen he began hewing off the smaller leaf bearing twigs, leaving only a fine branch, waiting to be worked like the iron in his forge into pieces of art, worthy of Dwarven skill.* \n\n*Once he had obtained what he came for, he started back up the path back home. He was looking around when some old stones caught his eye. He approached them to investigate, when he found they were part of some old ruins. Greatly curious of what he had stumbled on, he started looking around.*"
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"author": "bimpchooks",
"message": "The ruins, a grave for dreams from those who no longer wake from their slumber. There was an aura of anxiety and excitement looming like a cloth- draped over these corroding walls. Foreign sigils of creed and honor, long since faded, décor once proud halls. However where now stands in the hollowed structures of history is nature, with hints of saddened residue- tragic. How many eras have passed in the wake? Enough to make a memory distant says he...\n\nSunken, submerged in earth and vegetation lay rotted and rusted armor and by its side a weapon of size to match. The armor appeared empty, but 'twas not- for a spirit inhabited a husk forged by itself. It could not remember when it woke, or for how long it laid there letting the earth consume it. But with its head tilted back and up towards the sky it stared unblinking towards the stars. How it longed to feel again, even if it wasn't just, to feel the rain fall on metal skin traced with winds to dry. More than heaven for the spirit, heaven and more- for the god of madness decided his fate as a wandering soul was to come to an end, in literal escaping the maze that binded it.\n\nMemories were so hard to remember, but he could not help himself to remember, as the sounds and scents of life were that of delicacy he was so starved of. Laying there for a millennia more didn't seem so terrible. That was, until the serenity was intruded upon. The spirit could hear a change to the natures tune, a tune that only sung in the presence of an outside entity. A sigh escaped its unfathomed lungs, no need to breath, as it tried to remember how to move."
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"author": "Theradin Flintbreaker",
"message": "*Theradin was lost exploring the old ruins. They were too old to easily identify their purpose, (He was no archeologist) but he was amazed by how long they had withstood the test of time. He wondered how old they were and what they were built for. What tales were written in these halls, what stories forged? He wished he had been able to set aside running his forge for a few weeks, long enough to learn to be more expert in the practical side of archeology, but alas, all he could do was explore with wonder.*\n\n*One particular ruin caught his eye. It looked roughly like a blacksmith's shop. He was familiar enough with them to recognize the decrepit shape of what must have once been a forge, although now collapsed like the rest of what was left. He decided to explore the shop to see what he could find.* \n\n*As he looked he noticed an interesting motif that had been repeated multiple times in the decor. A hammer and anvil. Made sense, but it was odd it was repeated so often. What blacksmith's shop was so unrecognizable that it needed this much identification. He shrugged in confusion as he continued exploring.*"
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"author": "Ehkan Noran Kippat",
"message": "\"Well,,,shit.\"\n\n It was all Ehkan Norran, the famed Son of the Sun, could say as he stood in the middle of the clearing. A clearing that rather than being littered by leaves blown from the nearby trees, was now littered with the mangled corpses of people and animals alike. \n\n The grass had died, turned into a pale yellow, and the birds had evaded here entirely. Not even crows had come to feast on the remains of these unfortunate souls, and crows always ate. \n\n When the Guild told him of what had happened, Ehkan had thought it exaggerated. Humans and beasts always had an altercation here and there, and it was bound to happen with the city encroaching on the forest. \n\n But this was different. More savage. \n\n And yet...\n\n He looked over the beast corpses around him. Different animals, animals that had no business together, they would even have killed each other given the chance. An owlbear, a peryton, and even a bicorn. There was no reason they should even be this way. \n\n He leaned down and inspected them, frowning at their states. Even before the killing blows from the mortals, these animals seemed sick. Their fur was patchy, and their skin seemed far to be covered in odd holes.\n\n It was not necromancy. Ehkan was versed in that well enough to know. This was something else. \n\n He stood up and looked into the forest. The silence coming from it was a warning, a warning he would have listened to if he was smart. But unfortunately, Ehkan had been hit too many times in the head, so his sense of caution was a bit wonky. Still, he had to be a bit careful here.\n\n Though the guild had sent him on account of their confidence in dealing with situations, he could not deny the need for assistance.\n\n\"Golda.\" Upon speaking her name his falcon familiar formed on his shoulder. She looked at the place in front of them and then back at Ehkan, a sense of worry in her ethereal eyes, but her master only looked forward as he gave her orders. \n\n \"Fly back around, as far as our bond line can stretch, and get the attention of anyone you think is capable. Lead them to me. Go.\" The falcon nodded and shot from his shoulder, leaving the elf to ponder for a moment.\n\n Wait for help or go into the forest.\n\n He tapped his spear against the ground a few times, and then with a deep breath, the Son of the Sun stepped into the silent woods."
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"author": " -- lyanna of norheim.",
"message": "Lyanna sucked her teeth once they rounded a large tree to find yet another abandoned animal carcass. Flies and maggots cling to every orifice of the dead boar, and a heavy sickly sweet smell— the smell of death was known all too well by the Dryad— wafted off the beast and assaulted Lyanna's nose. They didn't back away instantly but instead gave a grimace. This was the fourth dead animal they came across. \n\n**\"Laika,\"** They addressed the gray wolf who remained tense by their side. They merely held up a hand and the wolf sat back on their hind legs. Laika's ears pulled back and her eyes remained pierced on the animal. As if awaiting for an attack. \n\nLyanna approached the dead animal with caution. Their footsteps light, the wind that picked up pulled their long hair away from their delicate facial features and up to the wind, like a waving red flag. When they crouched by the animal's belly, they noticed the grass surrounding the boar to be bereft of vibrance. It was yellow, and directly beneath the boar, dark brown. Dead. The grass was dead. \n\nLyanna didn't touch the animal and instead inspected it from their knelt position. Its fur, just like the other carcasses they've found, was thin. Areas across their ribs held little to no meat, as if something ate away at it. The ribs were prominent, they protruded out from underneath the skin. \n\nArrows, five in number, jutted out from the beasts. Odd. Had it been struck the *Once*, the animal would've no doubt scampered off. And if it hadn't, and it charged on, the beast would've been killed and taken by the hunter for supper. Yet, the beast was struck multiple times and was left in the forest to rot. Lyanna also took into account the grass— the trees and other plants that surrounded the area, it all held a gray-ish hue that pointed to something wrong. Something *Off*. And just like the other animals they have come across... \n\n... It all pointed to corruption. \n_ _\n\nLyanna lowered their head and sent a soft prayer. They rose to their full height. The throbbing anger that was nestled deep within them started to rear its ugly head as they stared down at the boar. Whoever had done this was going to pay. Painfully. Slowly. They weren't the sort to succumb to such violence, but for the good of the forest they *Would*. \n\nThe Dryad was about to set off down the dirt path, and turned to whistle for Laika when the wolf pointedly stared up towards the sky. The Dryad squinted up at a falcon circling up above, once, then twice— perhaps to grab the two's attention— flew low then off. The direction the opposite from whence the two came. \n\nWithout much hesitation, the Dryad pursued the falcon flying above, but on ground, their feet swift. Laika followed closely behind."
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"author": "Ehkan Noran Kippat",
"message": "Ehkan never enjoyed silence. People believe that the forest is often quiet, but the truth is that it is noisy. Crickets, birds, and small rodents running through the bushes created an ambiance that sings to all listening. \n\n However, this forest was quieter than a graveyard at a high moon. \n\n He moved with his spear and shield ahead of him, eyes searching for some sign, but all he came across was dying grass. The corpses had only been in the clearing, and the tracks he saw were too scattered for even him to track. \n\n He stopped a few times to look down a new path of trampled grass, however, he never went down it. Instead, he stalked forward, deeper into the forest in hopes of seeing something to answer his questions. \n\n Then he saw an Ent standing a few feet ahead of him and swiftly leaped back to hide behind a tree. He took a few deep breaths before peaking out to confirm what he saw, and there it was again, leaning over a carcass with a sense of sadness across its face. So he was not insane, just surprised, and rightfully so. \n\n First carcasses of sick animals now an Ent? Just what in the realms had the Guild sent him into? \n\n Ehkan heard a bird cry and looked up to see Golda. His Familiar had also caught the attention of the Ent, who looked up at the gold falcon before its gaze fell on Ehkan, and he cursed under his breath when their eyes met.\n\n He was never great at stealth.\n\n**Rule one of the guardian creatures; show no hostility.**\n\n Ehkan lowered his spear to the ground and followed suit, bowing to the creature as sweat rolled down his forehead. His knowledge of them was limited, and because of that, he stayed still for a while. When no harm came to him he raised his head slowly and looked at it. \n\n It was beauty in a different way from what he was used to, glowing leaves floated from its head to form hair, and horns made from branches pointed to the sky. \n\n Like a Dryad but more... Ancient.\n\n The Ent looked at him, then turned back to the carcasses by its side. Ehkan stepped forward slowly and then saw another set of carcasses, only this time, rather than being killed by weapons, these animals were covered in claw scars and bite marks. \n\n There was also a distinction between the animals. Some were the sick animals that he had seen earlier, and others were healthy, though they were dead. \n\n This had been a battle. Even the Ent had a few scratches across its wood-like skin. But why would these beasts fight one another? \n\n *Behind*\n\n Ehkan heard Golda's warning in his head and spun around with his spear raised, waiting for who his Familiar had brought to his aide."
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"author": " -- lyanna of norheim.",
"message": "The Dryad continued to follow the falcon overhead. Every so often, Lyanna halted, for a brief moment, to inspect more dead animals. Each in the same state as the boar from earlier. The Dryad merely exchanged a look with their wolf before both trudged on ahead. Eventually, they slowed to a stop once they were met with a peculiar scene.\n\nEmerging from around a large tree— the very same the sun elf had hid behind just mere moments before— a dryad with light green skin slinked into view. Under the faded sunlight that streamed through the green canopy above, the dryad's features were delicately poised. A brow rose once their eyes fixated on the spear directed at them. Its bright green color darkened as it then darted from the sun elf to the Ent just a couple of feet away. Then at the dead animal the creature leaned over.\n\nTheir tall—*Six foot nine*— figure was wrapped in a collection of leaves and vines with bits of vibrant flower petals that broke off and floated to the ground as they slowly approached. Their arms stiff at their side, their chin raised. The nature spirit took in the others appearance, then the golden falcon. Immediately, they understood they were led straight to the man. Although the man wielding a weapon didn't seem to have caused the forests' current predicament, the dryad still regarded him with caution. So did their wolf by the looks of it. Laika stood on all fours right by the Dryad. Her gaze predatory and locked onto the elf, watching for any sudden movement. \n\nThe wind that blew through the dense forest was the only sound for a beat before Lyanna finally spoke up. **\"Lower your weapon, Elf.\"** Although it came out heavy accented— they usually struggled with the common tongue— their tone was firm. Assured. **\"Your falcon led me here. I do not wish to fight unnecessarily.\"**\n_ _\n\nThe nature spirit turned to the Ent but continued in their common tongue, still addressing the half wood elf. **\"I come searching for the source of this corruption.\"** They nodded at the dead grass."
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"author": "Ehkan Noran Kippat",
"message": "A Dryad, an Ent, and a Wood Elf... All that was missing was a wood golem, and this would be nature's best dream. \n\n Ehkan lowered his spear and sighed in relief. The Dryad's common tongue was heavy, but he got the gist of it. \"Well, thank the gods, because I was already frightened of the Ent, but she seems...\" \n\n He looked at the mystical being. It was looking between them with its glowing eyes and studying them in awkward silence.\"Distraught? I do not know.\" \n\n He looked at the carcasses. From what he could tell, the infected beasts had come down from somewhere deeper in the forest, meaning this Ent had defended itself against them, and also, despite their madness, there was a sense of coordination behind their attacks.\n\n They were heading towards the city, towards people, and that meant something was controlling them. \n\n He bent down and poked at the carcass of the Owlbear, a younging by the size of it, meaning it would have been wary of even coming this far out from the deeper parts of the forest. \n\n He looked back at the Dryad. \"I apologize for my rudeness. I am Ehkan Norran Kippat of the Adventure Guild. I was sent here to check on this matter as well. Also, do you speak another tongue? Your Common is...\" He paused to find a kind word. \"Difficult.\""
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"author": " -- lyanna of norheim.",
"message": "The Dryad's lips curled in distaste when the other prodded the dead Owlbear. It felt like an affront to the wildlife, but the nature spirit remained stoutly silent. After having heard the Wood elf—Ekhan— out, they let out a sigh. They glanced over at the Ent once more— the latter's gaze watchful, saddened. \n\nLyanna didn't, for a moment, regard the guardian flippantly. The dryad understood exactly what sort of beings Ents were. Lyanna considered her with caution but also respect. A balance the Dryad displayed visibly, as their green eyes roamed over the Ents' battered figure. It was clear enough to Lyanna that the Ent had fought off something, whether it was warranted, the deaths that now littered the ground, puzzled Lyanna. \n\nTo Ekhan, Lyanna introduced themself. Curt, and to the point. **\"Lyanna. This one here is Laika.\"** They nodded down at the female gray wolf. The animal's fierce gaze never once left Ekhan. \n\nLyanna didn't take much offense to him drawing attention to their accent. A whisper of a smile graced their lips.**\"You will have to forgive my way of saying things. I am not that good with the common tongue. I believe it has been... Fifty years—? Since I last spoke to outsiders.\"** Outsiders meaning outside the Wilds of Alynthi.\n\nWith a wave of their hand, leaves fluttering off their skin, the Dryad gestured towards the Ent. **\"I can ask for the cause of this. Me and the Ent speak Slyvan, as does many of the guardians of this forest. So you are in luck.. Ekhan.\"** The wood elf's name left their lips, as if testing his name, and was unsure.\n_ _\n\nThen Lyanna steeled themself. The Dryad turned towards the Ent, a part of them mentally preparing to tread lightly. **\"The animals..\"** Lyanna started in perfect Sylvan. Their footsteps were light as they crossed carefully over a decayed carcass. **\"They attacked you, yes? Me and this—\"** Dare they say friend? —**\"Elf here want to merely help stop this.\"** The Ent flinched and seemingly gathered itself. As if the words *Stop* Had rejuvenated the last shreds of energy. For a brief moment, cold and stinging fear gripped Lyanna, afraid they would have to fight the creature. \n\n**\"We wish you and your part of the forest no harm. But we require some answers— please.\"** The Dryad's tone dipped as they made a gentle appeal. \n\nThe Ents' eyes glowered at Lyanna. Although they seemed outwardly guarded, Lyanna didn't take it to mean anything hostile— at least not yet. After a prolonged, and heavy silence, it spoke. The words laced with exhaustion, and palatable frustration. **\"'tis best you do not. You cannot do what you came here to do. This thing is one of us.\"** It's bark-like skin shifted as it turned away, dismissing the three that stood there. \n\nLyanna's brows furrowed. **\"A fae? What do you—\"**\n\nThe Ent's voice cut through Lyanna's inquiry, **\"—this one has been corrupted. Go back to your Grove, and the elf to whence he came—\"** It gestured with thickened and destroyed branches towards Ekhan— **\"You both will not survive. You will die, worshipper of Galedrial. There will be no glory in your death. Many have tried to stop this but it is futile. Heed my warning.\"** \n_ _\n\nLyanna did the courtesy of relaying the information back to Ekhan, at every word, but just then they faltered. The firm warning chilled them. They scanned the dead carcasses as if the answers were there, as if it would reaffirm their decision to go forward. The dead remained silent and so did the Ent. After saying their peace, they trudged near a dead crow and held it in their jagged and branch-like hands. It bowed as if in prayer, its back towards Lyanna and the others. The Ent was done with them. \n\n**\"The Ent has given us a warning. But also a direction.\"** Lyanna said to Ekhan, again, in their heavily-accented common tongue. **\"We are looking for another fae-like creature, one that was a guardian like them. Who could speak to animals and plants alike by the looks of... This.\"** A quick gesture to the scene, then, Lyanna jutted their chin at the trail of dead plants and animals, leading deeper into the forest. **\"We must continue. That way.\"**"
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"author": "Ehkan Noran Kippat",
"message": "The Son of the Sun scratched his beard as Lyanna and the Ent spoke. He could not pick up on what they were saying and relied on Lyanna's translation, and although their accent was thicker than the vines that made their hair, he managed to get the gist of what was going on. \n\n A corrupted fae, mad animals, terrible death... Everything that makes this more of a headache than he wished it was. \n\n Ehkan sighed into his palm and rubbed the bridge of his nose in thought. This was building into something more dangerous, and if he had another adventurer present, he might feel adequate for this, but all the company he had was the dryad and their wolf. \n\n He was unsure of their combat prowess, and if this was coming from somewhere deeper in the forest, then chances were they were bound to fight some more dangerous monsters. \n\n He could not send Golda back home because their bond line could not hold that distance, and he could not go back because he was uncertain of how long it would take to gather more people to his aid by convincing the higher-ups.\n\n He muttered a curse in Infernal before looking up at Lyanna. \"Alright. Firstly, we're dealing with this language barrier. How is your elvish?\" \n\n He did not wait for their reply, instead, he pointed to the Ent, switching to his Elvish tongue. \"Tell her, kindly, that we would be going in, regardless of her warning. There are too many fae guardians out there, and unfortunately, my knowledge of them is limited. You seem to know your way about the forest more than me, which is saying something, so my only question is can you fight?\"\n \n He looked down the trail, and the ominous atmosphere made him regret how brave and foolish he could be. \"Because chances are whatever did all this is sending down reinforcements.\""
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"author": " -- lyanna of norheim.",
"message": "After relaying the information back to the wood elf, Lyanna was slightly miffed. Ekhan stating that there was a language barrier irked the Dryad. After all, they had effectively translated the Ent's warning, it held clear indication that they had a good grasp of the language, be it a bit loosely. The Dryad displayed capability at comprehending the Common tongue. Yet Ekhan stated they, their communication skills, were lacking. The years— *Fifty, as they said*— Lyanna had been sheltered away from civilization, sticking to their mundane but comfortable life, within the wilds of Alynthi, may have been the reasoning for the issue in the first place.\n\nTheir phobia of outsiders and their ilk, the refusal of leaving the comfort of their vast home, were factors as to why they've never improved their tongue. When Ekhan had asked about their combat skills, Lyanna almost scoffed. They had training, *Extensive* Training, in the art of fighting. Although it was mostly defensive, they were proficient in protecting themself and all who they care about. \n\nPassing memories of their time from long ago, the remembrance of their Druid circle entered their weary mind. Blooming behind their mind's eye, and taking ahold of them for a brief moment, the years of training they've done together, their mentor *Miraan* And her tragic death, elicited a squeeze to their heart. As soon as those thoughts had come, they blinked themselves out of their ruminating, staring at the elf before them with a determined look. \n\n**\"I can hold my own, well. I have protected these woods all *Three* Hundred years of my life. Laika as well. She has saved me more than I can count.\"** They responded in perfect elven. Their tone of voice much more softer now that the accent was gone. **\"Whatever we come across, we'll handle it just fine.\"** They added with finality. Leaving no room for doubt. \n_ _\n\nA pause, then a tilt of their head. **\"I don't understand how 'they'\"**— The dryad's voice sharpened at that word— **\"Can send someone out of their depth, unknowing of the ancient beings that live here, but so be it. I shall guide you all the same. I suggest we leave the Ent to mourn. Let's not disturb her further. We are more than lucky she didn't have us hanged by the throat.\"**\n\n**\"Allow me but a moment.\"** They briefly touched a tree, the bark there felt more like paper. Close to death. Lyanna proceeded to cast ***Commune with nature***, their intention from the spell allowed them to see a clear path. But also an entity a ways away. The being was fey and large, decay and death cling to its being. Through the nature's eye, Lyanna for a moment caught a glimpse of a being stood amist a radius of dead or dying animals. The control it held over animals.. It was a chill that clawed up the Dryad's spine, and spread like frost over them. They felt the very plants, the *Animals*, seemingly wither in pain as they cried out for Lyanna—or anyone really— to save them. To free them. **\"A Leshen,\"** Lyanna murmured. The Dryad didn't waste a second before they turned to guide them all deeper into the foliage. As they continued, the woods seem to hug them, emanating humidity that labored the small parties breath. For the density caused for little breeze to blow through. \n\nThe Dryad, however, was free of such conditions. Their complexion remained dry and green, bereft of sweat or any such effects of the rising heat. Their hair remained its vibrant glossy sheen, light and swishing freely behind them as they walked. But the flowers, the very ones that decorated their red tendrils, shriveled, at the petals, and floated gently to the ground in their wake. It worried the Dryad, causing them to glance down, then over to Ekhan with concern before moving up ahead. Laika kept their movements light, in full predatory fashion the deeper the three went.\n_ _\n\nTheir path ended just behind an opening. The greenery transformed from vibrant greens to a faded shade, close to grey. Muted, as if the contrast had dimmed significantly. Forest plants dipped, drooping towards the ground, dead. The sickly sweet smell, the very same that wafted off the dead, tickled the small parties' noses, as it was ever closer now, and *Heavily* In the air. Whatever was just up ahead, it was bound to cause a shock. What they had come for was *Here* Just passed the wild bushes. They had arrived at the very source of it all. The Dryad gave Ekhan a look, it conveyed a clear message— *Ready yourself*.\n_ _"
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"author": "Ehkan Noran Kippat",
"message": "Ehkan nodded at the Dryad as he raised his spear. He had seen the damage on the way here, and with every step further into the forest, he could see the rot spreading through the land. Flowers bleached of color, and trees turned grey as death bit into them. \n\n Lyanna had called this home, and she had defended it for centuries, so seeing it like this must be painful for her, but she seemed to mask it behind resilience, and Ehkan respected that.\n\n He took a deep breath and stepped forward but halted when he felt a presence from his left. He could hear something approaching, heavy footsteps that shattered roots with no remorse, but Ehkan could not recognize it. \n\n Then the hair on his neck shot up as he realized what was about to happen, but before Ehkan could fully unfold the Sundail shield the Tetryon emerged from the bushes and slammed its horns into the Elf, throwing him into the air with so much force he almost blacked out when he crashed back down. \n\n Ehkan coughed and clutched his chest in pain. His vision blurred, but he could make out the massive beast that still charged at him, ignoring Lyanna completely, as though he had personally offended it. \n\n He slammed a fist against the ground to shock his senses back into play and managed to leap out of the way just as the Tetryon rushed at him.\n\nHe rolled back to his feet and let his shield roll out in full, its bronze plates catching the sunlight coming through the trees.\n\n He was about to call out to Lyanna for help, but from the shadows, he saw the golden eyes of an Owlbear, and soon enough the creature emerged with a harsh shriek. It turned to Lyanna with its claws raised high.\n\n Ehkan wanted to run to her side, but the Tetryon came back swinging with its electrified claws and he only managed to dodge the attack by a hair."
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"author": "Scyllakhalari Preavada",
"message": "As Auriel finished her time in the circle Scylla received her sister by placing an arm around the young aasimar. As they moved on to the meeting room Scylla cast a spell that allowed her to talk without being heard by any but her intended party and something to block any mind reading for good measure. It would cut off her link with Cyrus, but she wasn't too worried for the time being about the need for it. As they entered she steered Auri away from the grand meeting table in the middle and towards the edges of the room. When she spoke it was only her sister and twin that would hear. \n\nShe carried her wings wider now that they were farther from people. Her back ached a little from holding them tight to her body. It also provided a shield between them and the rest of the guests so they could talk and not be watched. \"What in Divina's name are you doing here sister\" Her tone was harsh and edged with just a little anxiety, \"I have to admit your first impression was well received and of course I commend you on that, but do you really think you can uphold that for this whole meeting\" Having Auri here was more a danger than an asset, decorum was a thing of carefully weighing one's words and how they would be received. Scylla firmly beleived her sister was not capable enough to do that for a full day, let alone however many days this event took.\n\nThe oldest princess was unsure whether or not to reprimand her sister for the offering of ambrosia, but since it had been received well the copper eyed woman decided not to further lash at her sister. \"What is your plan here, do you really think your presence is going to help. You've demonstrated little more skill in politics than in magic and all of this is politics\" Scylla was worried the guests behind her would get suspicious of their conversation, but it was one that needed to be had. It was only right they were making conversation anyway, this was a big event with rather gargantuan stakes a little discussion was expected.\n\nAt least she hoped it was."
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"author": "Princess Auriel Vivane Praevada",
"message": "_The moment she felt her sister place an arm around her the young Aasimar knew she was in trouble, though her face bore no outward expression of it for now besides her smile being slightly strained and her stance a tad more rigid. She had hoped that she might have been able to flit just outside either of her siblings reach long enough for the discussions to begin and thus avoid any confrontation until after everything. Unfortunately it seemed that the older woman had other ideas as she steered her away from the rest, causing Auri to have to gulp slightly, Scylla wouldn't **Murder** Her in front of witnesses... Probably._ \n\n_Ouch, sure she had always been a handful at home and despite her best attempts at trying to be more, well whatever the word was, in the few political things she had been allowed to go to being... Less then successful, did Scylla really think that little of her?_\n\n_Well it was Scy she supposed, she probably thought better of her handmaiden when it came to political intrigue then herself. However this was different! Those events had been stuffy and boring, people squabbling about minute changes to things that did not matter or didn't need to be changed, like seriously who cared about whether someone was allowed to plant certain flowers in their garden or not? Or if some noble wanted yet **Another** Title added and the debate around if they were worthy of being called by it, seriously b-o-r-i-n-g!_\n\n\"Hey! In my defense I haven't been around anything political that wasn't something unimportant! This is sister, and it affects **Everyone**.\" _She said in a hushed tone, her eyes sparking with a little defiance as she crossed her arms._ \"Were you planning on only waiting to inform me something was coming the day it was at our doorstep? Or when it started chewing on my leg?\"\n\n** **\n\"I know I'm excitable, and naïve and not _that_ bright. But Kara-Tur is my home as well, and they are my people as much as they are yours. Keeping me in the dark isn't fair and if there's anything I can do to help I want to do it.\" _She continued quietly as she looked away somewhat meekly, sighing before she continued._ \"But I am good with _people_ , how else do you think I found out about this? People trust me because I'm open and friendly, Kress says that's an asset - so I'm going to use it... Somehow.\""
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"author": "Scyllakhalari Preavada",
"message": "\"I planned on informing you, and everyone else, when we returned. When there was more to share instead of just a vague threat that could still very well be a trap\" Scylla realized the king had not stated his purpose for this meeting in the circle of truth. She'd thought nothing of it until now, it made sense that he'd wish to know their intentions and keep the other royals safe from party crashers more dangerous than Auri. Should she speak up about it? Scyllakhalari fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. This whole thing made her feel like a child playing pretend, sure she'd attended politics in Kara-tur but her sister was right. Nearly every matter had been trivial, nothing of substance. Cyrus had messed up the introduction, Auri was tagging along like toddler and in that moment she felt like she did not belong.\n\nHer gaze fixed on Cyrus and the woman sighed. Scylla thought this was entirely fair, if Auriel chose to act like a child it was only right that she was treated like one. Except if she pissed her off the young aasimar would ruin this purely put of spite, so for now she'd endulge the kid. It was too late to send her home. \"I know you are good with people, but there is more going on here than simply making friends this is not something you can just figure your way through\" Auri was right, she was good with people, but etiquette not so much. \"I can understand wanting to feel included, but for the sake of not ruining our already shakey reputation just keep your mouth shut and if you really have something that cannot go without being said I beg that you think it through\"\n\nScylla felt like saying any of this to her sister was practically useless, like everything else it would be forgotten the second something caught her attention. Despite Auriel claiming that those on Kara-tur were her people as well the older aasimar felt it was an empty statement, they were her friends sure but not her people. She had no investment in these politics before now.\n\nShe'd not studied like Scylla and Cyrus, she'd not placed any interest in politics now until it meant she got to go somewhere fun. Auriel couldn't just pick and choose when she was going to play princess. \"I know you're excited to play princess, but now is not the time to play if you don't take this seriously it's not just you that reeps the consequences. I know you usually don't care how your choices effect us but today, today is the day to start caring or at the very least to pretend to\" As Scylla spoke the words she could feel the sharp edges on them and hoped they wouldn't cut too deep, but she needed Auri to hear her and feel the weight of all of this. The elder sister hoped maybe if she felt the weight she'd take it seriously and step up to play her part."
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"author": "Princess Auriel Vivane Praevada",
"message": "_The words cut deep, probably deeper then her sister had intended and the girl looked suitably crestfallen. She knew that her family expected precious little of her to begin with as did most of the nobles of Kara-Tur, she was the joke of the family after all. No wings, no magic and as far as many were concerned, no brains. She was aware that many of the upper class and even those of lower classes saw her as such, at worst the Aaracocka tended to either ignore her existence or believed she should have been put out of her misery as a babe._ \n\n_Part of her wanted to lash out back verbally, to snap at her sister and bring her down a few pegs. For a moment she almost did, she didn't **Play** Princess, she was just bad at everything that she was expected to do. She was no master schemer, plotting a hundred different ways of making a situation go in her favor. She was not someone who found it easy to hide away from her feelings either and put on a mask to hide them from the world, she was who she was and she knew some part of Scylla likely wished she didn't exist either - much like most of Kara-Tur's nobility. She didn't understand how to help with all the small day to day tedious affairs, they did nothing but give her headaches, this was big though - and important._ \n\n_So she opened her mouth, about to tear into Scylla for her lack of faith in her, her general nasty attitude and a bunch of other things she was sure would come out. However something made her still her tongue, the sleeve, she had never seen Scylla do that - not in her memory at least. It was then that it hit her._\n\n_Scylla was afraid, and as out of place as Auri usually felt._\n\n** **\n_So she sighed, her anger deflated as she gently took her elder sisters hands in her own, still pouting slightly as she gently rubbed the woman's knuckles the way one of the servants had shown her when dealing with nervous folk. Seeing her sister this upset had done more then any of her words, **Needed** To make a good first impression and Auri could understand that having her around to her, would make that harder._\n\n\"I know you have no faith in me sister, but I am not here to cause trouble, and I **Do** Care.\" _She said softly as she folded her much smaller hands around the paladins._ \"I would not be here if I did not, I am not here to cause trouble or make a mess of things - and Kara-Tur is my **Home**. You know there is nothing I would not do to protect it, including keeping my trap shut.\""
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"author": "Scyllakhalari Preavada",
"message": "*I know you have no faith in me* Scy squeezed her sisters hands gently and pulled her into a one armed hug. \"Thank you\" She wasn't sure what else to say now. She'd seen the words hit their mark perfectly, if not a little more forcefully than intended. Scylla had to wonder what Auriel thought of her, she was harsh of course and her youngest sister wasn't exactly tough in that sense. It was just frustration that always took it to this point, Auri just didn't listen if it wasn't extreme. There had been a point in time where Scylla had been willing to say the same things over and over until they stuck but as the younger aasimar had grown so had her sister's impatience. Less willing to speak on ears that wouldn't hear her, she'd gotten more forceful and now she didn't bother with things she'd learned wouldn't work.\n\nOf course there were times Scylla disliked the youngest it was natural, sometimes she even hated her and yet she always loved her. Scy had to wonder if Auri knew that. She released her sister from the hug and put a hand on her shoulder, \"All I am asking is that you speak carefully, weigh it out, maybe you'll learn something here\" The edge was gone, as was most of the frustration. It seemed the worst of the family crisis had been averted and now her thoughts were on the day ahead. Scyllakhalari did have faith in her sister, she knew that Auriel could be better if she tried harder; Auriel just never tried hard enough."
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"author": "Princess Auriel Vivane Praevada",
"message": "_The hug was a surprise, and she couldn't help but grin as she felt her sister pull her close. Her anger dissipating as quickly as it had grown, glad for now it seemed she had been able to help her older sibling with her nerves. Perhaps that was why she had been so harsh with her, a place for her own nerves to lash out at or vent at. That was probably it, and if it wasn't then for now it was not worth thinking about as far as she was concerned._\n\n_So quickly she hugged her sister back, after all an extended hug was probably not proper in this setting. She would be doing her best as promised, though how well that would turn out would be anybodys guess at this point. Looking up at her sister she offered her trademark grin, nodding before she spoke._\n\n\"Of course, you and Cy are in charge here not me - I'll do my best not to speak out of turn sis.\""
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "A day head passed since Winrae had saved what she believed to be a young child or teenage aasimar from certain death. The poor thing was on the edge of death for most of the night, but thankfully the castle's healers had stabilized her long enough to allow just a bit of peaceful rest. There was something unsettling about the aasimar's injuries. She must have been a runaway slave, it would explain the poor health and chains around her wrists and ankles. Winrae had remained by her side all throughout the night, and right now she was sat in a chair beside the bed the injured girl lay in. The paladin's eyes were closed but she was very much awake. Rather than be left with nothing to do but worry about the poor thing, Winrae opted to spend her time praying instead. Ever since her encounter with Seymour and now finding this girl, the warmth of Kamara had returned to her, if only slightly.\n\nWinrae's brow was furrowed heavily, and on occasion her mouth would move in tandem with the prayer she was saying in her mind. Her thoughts bounced between praying for the aasimar's health, begging for forgiveness for whatever she had done to cause Kamara to create so much distance and of course, praying for her sister Essme to change the path she was currently going down. The two didn't seem to be on speaking terms lately, but deep down Winrae missed her sister deeply. The two used to be as thick as thieves, but somewhere down the line something changed. The two deviated from one another, and somehow it was Winrae that was left alone, not Essme. She had that blasted tiefling, *Kameron* Or whatever his name was. A faint twitch could be seen on Winrae's face as she thought of the purple he-devil, but with a gentle inhale and exhale, her thoughts returned to focusing on Kamara and praying to her.\n\n_ _\nEvery so often, the red-headed paladin would open her eyes to check on the aasimar laying in the bed before her. They had been given blankets to keep themselves warm, and their pet or companion khipy was allowed to remain with them, at least after Winrae argued it could stay there with her. On the table beside them was a glass of water, somehow constantly chilled in case the aasimar woke and needed a drink. Winrae had enchanted it to remain cool so long as there was liquid within the glass. The injured girl's clothes had yet to be changed, causing the smell of yesterday to linger slightly, though less so thanks to the warm and clean blankets and sheets around her. Winrae was dressed down quite a bit from yesterday, her shining golden armor having been put up in exchange for brown leather and cloth. It fit her form beautifully, revealing her shape in ways she didn't usually allow.\n\nWinrae only hoped the girl would wake soon so questions could be answered. Whoever had done this to them would be brought to justice by Winrae's own hands if she had any say in it."
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "For Ailbhe there was no possible way they would have not stayed by their companions' side, they would have fought every guard (and failed) to be as close to them as possible. Thankfully though the strange red haired woman seemed to have done that for them and the Khipey had strutted around like it owned the place, keeping a watchful eye as the healers had worked on their friend. Thankfully though eventually most of them had left and the winged creature had seized the opportunity to curl up beside the sleeping body, resting their head on the girl's stomach as they too appeared to sleep, satisfied that she seemed to be breathing easier then she had before despite still not waking up.\n\nAs for the girl in question, the small creature had barely given a token struggle when first brought to the castle. At best their murmurs were incomprehensible and their movements weak twitches, something the healers had put down to the fever they spent most of the time trying to break. It was not easy considering the restraints on their wrists, ankles and neck seemed to block or even hurt the little thing when healing magic was attempted on them. However since so little was known it had been decided not to remove the restraints lest the girl knew some foul magic and had good reason to be under such restraints, instead treating them with poultices and potions for the time being.\n\n** **\nThankfully for both the girl's watcher and companion though it appeared whatever concoction they had given to help her sleep was beginning to wear off, her dreamless slumber slowly wearing off as sensations began to creep back into her consciousness. Not quite awake yet as her breathing began to deepen, the blankets rising and falling a little more as her mind finally began to turn once more. She felt... Warm... Which was an odd feeling. Not burning like she last remembered, just pleasantly warm, when was the last time she had felt that? She couldn't recall at any rate, not in the confused jumble of thoughts that were slowly turning in her brain. Eyes still closed, her hands twitched under the... Blankets? Was she... In a bed? How was that possible? The last thing she thought she could recall was lying in the dirt under the outcropping, though there was that weird image of gold and wings... Wait was that a dream or not? Was she dead? And if she was, why did it still hurt if she wasn't in Infernum? After all there was no way Infernum would have a bed for her... At least not a nice one.\n\nConfused and sleepy the girl cracked open her eye, the pale white orb blinking sleepily as it stared at the ceiling. It was made of stone, which didn't exactly bode well... She didn't like the last stone room she was in much. Blinking slowly she slowly took in the fact she indeed was in a bed, somewhere. Weakly she tried to push herself to sit up somewhat, grunting softly as she found her body lacked the strength to actually do it. That was bad, if she couldn't move she couldn't run, that meant she was trapped wherever she was despite the fact that they had not chained her further, perhaps they knew they didn't need to with her current condition.\n\n** **\nHer breathing quickened a little as she lay staring at the ceiling, only now beginning to register the featherweight on her stomach. Ailbhe, she knew that weight like the back of her hand and she was glad he was there. However it brought another problem to her mind, how was he there? Familiars were already dead usually so they were bound to the item in the real world, so if she was dead how was he here? And if this was Infernum why did it seem so... Pleasant?\n\n\"Ailbhe... How... You here?\" She rasped quietly to herself, not registering the other presence in the room just yet in her sleep addled state. \"Are... We... Dead?\""
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "Opening her eyes once more to check on the girl, Winrae was surprised to see they were actually stirring from their slumber. The first thing Win noticed was the girl's eye, its paleness and causing the paladin to widen her eyes quite a bit. Quietly, Winrae watched the girl attempt to sit up and gain her bearings once more, a pitiful feeling growing in the aasimar's stomach. She'd speak, but there was a slight worry she'd scare the poor thing. It was clear waking up in a strange place had rattled the girl, her breathing and panicked expression dead giveaways to how scared she truly was. Watching the little creature that had guided Winrae so valiantly, the paladin soon realized just how close the two really were. Rather than worry for herself, the stranger worried for her companion first. It showed compassion, something Winrae admired.\n\nFinally hearing the girl speak for the first time in her cracked voice, Winrae finally opened her own mouth to respond. It was clear the girl had not realized she wasn't alone, or else she would have reacted to Winrae's presence much sooner. Speaking calmly so as not to scare her, Win had a thousand questions in her mind she wished to ask. For now instead, she'd offer answers. \"You are not dead, thankfully. The healers made sure of that.\" Winrae's deep and dominant voice was hard to make the inflection sound friendly. It was something that she had struggled with, even as a child. When your voice is as deep as Winrae's on top of being as tall and strong as she was, friends were hard to come by that weren't simply scared into friendship. Essme was one of those exceptions, a sentiment Winrae always appreciated in her sister.\n\n_ _\n\"What is your name?\" Not one to beat around the bush, Winrae wished to know more of this strange girl. Who she was, where she was from, why she was chained up, who had held her captive, and more. Rather than bombard the little thing with inquiries however, Winrae opted to take it one step at a time. Overloading her could very well worsen her already poor health. It was much to Winrae's dismay, as she was a very impatient woman. Sitting up in her chair, the paladin leaned over to get more on the girl's level, what with her being so tall even sitting down. Now, they were at eye level, and Winrae could see much better into the girl's eyes. They were strange, not like any the paladin had ever seen before. Was she a chromancer? Or was it an injury or curse of some kind? They were strange for an aasimar...\n\nThe girl could now see Winrae's eyes fully as well. There were no pupils to be found, simply glowing white orbs that filled the entirety of her eye sockets. They glowed dimly, and if the girl looked close enough they almost seemed like white flames dancing within the aasimar's head. Beautiful, but terrifying all the same. \"I am Winrae Kaliyah.\" Offering a faint smile to show she meant no harm, Winrae waited patiently- well, externally patiently, for an answer from the strange girl before her."
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "The little creature was still in the middle of her confused musings when she heard a voice beside her, her body freezing completely for a moment in shock as her breath caught in her throat. The voice had come from the left, her literal blind side. She was _not_ as alone as she had first thought, her girl's eyes blown wide as she swallowed thickly. The voice seemed almost familiar despite her inability to place it, she could have sworn she had heard it but try as she might she could not remember where. However, whoever it was was likely whoever had bought her here was likely her new owner, or was in their employ - and neither bode well given her current condition.\n\nWincing in pain she managed to turn enough to see the owner of the voice, one that was much closer than she had originally thought. Her body almost jumped at the proximity as she quickly took in the woman's appearance in a mixture of awe and fear. Not only was she _big_ , but she was also an Aasimar? She had never seen another of her kind before and no one had ever mentioned just how tall they actually were, the reality was startling to say the least as her one good eye stared at the woman's two. They were so... Alien... Compared to her own. The dancing light captivating as she found herself unable to look away for a few moments, her face frozen in surprise before she lowered her gaze quickly.\n\nWhat had she said again? Right - something about healers and asking her name. That didn't bode well, having healers work on her meant that she would owe them even more if they were one of those masters that let slaves try to pay themselves off. Granted she was not about to assume she would be so lucky to end up with one of them, faintly she wondered just what kind of master she would have now... What they might expect her to do. First though the woman had asked her name, Winrae she had called herself right?\n\n** **\n\"M-My name is... Sabriel... Sabriel Damaris... Mistress..\" She rasped quietly, sure they had given her their name, but they had not said whether she was allowed to use it and she knew from experience there could be some very..*Painful* Differences between being told a name and being told they could use a name. Keeping her head bowed she took the opportunity to glance around the strange room she had found herself in. It looked a lot like the infirmary at the temple, was this another temple she had found herself in? Part of her really hoped not, but she couldn't trust her luck enough to assume it would be any different to the last temple she had been held in. It seemed cleaner though, and warmer - which she supposed was something better.\n\nOne thing though in particular however caught her attention, the slightest intake of breath escaping her as she noticed the glass of water placed near the bed. The girl tongue instinctively darted out to moisten her chapped lips as she gulped, the dryness of her throat and mouth only becoming more pronounced to her as she wondered if the woman might leave the glass there when she was done. If she was lucky there might even be some left in it, besides a few hasty gulps near the river she couldn't remember the last time she had actually had clean water to drink. Maybe, just maybe, her luck was starting to turn.\n\nAilbhe meanwhile had finally stirred from their own slumber, the Khipey yawning sleepily as he registered the fact that its companion was indeed finally awake! With a small yip they quickly stood and made their way up to where the girl's head was, giving her cheek an excited lick as they began to purr softly to show their relief."
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "The surprise on the girl's face wasn't surprising to Winrae in the slightest. If she was blind in one eye as the paladin suspected, Win's presence likely scared her quite a bit. Allowing the girl to calm herself, hearing her finally speak her name caused Winrae to sit up straight and offer a nod in greeting. The 'mistress' term was not one the paladin enjoyed in the slightest. In fact, it caused a frown to appear on her face. \"I- please, Winrae is just fine. I am no mistress of yours.\" Sabriel. What a beautiful name, one that was perfect for an aasimar in Win's eyes. Watching silently as Sabriel took in her surroundings, the glass of water quickly became her only focus. Slowly, Winrae stood and made her way around the bed to the same side as the table, her hand extending outward to pick up the glass of water. Rather than drink it however, she instead attempted to pass it to Sabriel.\n\nIt was enchanted to remain cool and fresh no matter how long it sat out. Winrae had done this to ensure Sabriel would have a drink whether she was there or not, one that would be sure to feel good on her likely sore throat. Sabriel would also come to find that should she take a drink, it would magically refill itself full once more. \"Here. The healers said to be sure you drink lots of water, as you're suffering from dehydration.\" Once again, those dozens of questions gnawed at the paladin's mind, and soon enough another escaped and fell from her lips. \"I understand if it is uncomfortable to speak of, but why were you shackled?\" Winrae's assumption was relatively solid. Sabriel was likely a slave, her health and physical state enough to solidify her thoughts. Though, there was always the chance that she was an escaped criminal, though this possibility was more than unlikely. It was almost impossible.\n\n_ _\nWinrae's eyes darted to the beast upon Sabriel's body, a faint smile on her face as it happily welcomed its master back to the land of the living. The paladin was never one for pets. She did have a phoenix, though it was less of a pet and more a working companion, one that she only brought with her on missions and assignments. Bren was allowed to freely fly around the castle, though he typically remained outdoors at Winrae's behest. \"I am afraid I cannot offer much in the way of food due to your dehydration. Although, broth is a worthy alternative until your healthy enough to try something more solid.\" Winrae's eyes darted from Ailbhe to Sabriel, the flames within dancing gently. \"The healers will return soon to check on you. I'm sure you waking up is more than a good sign.\"\n\nWhile Winrae's question still awaited an answer, there was always the possibility Sabriel was not comfortable to speak about it yet. In fact, Winrae almost knew she'd likely refuse to speak on it until a later date. It was best in this situation to keep the conversation moving if that were the case, so as not to frighten the poor girl any more than she already was. Looking back to Sabriel's companion, Winrae nodded her head in its direction. \"I'd offer your friend something to eat but if my suspicions are correct, its a familiar yes?\" Winrae leaned in slightly to inspect the khipey, her expression changing to one of curiosity. \"How curious. I've never known a familiar to be so- affectionate.\""
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "Her eyes flicked up as the other woman spoke, catching the Aasimar's frown as she refuted the term. That was less than a good sign, if they weren't her new master then she perhaps may be another servant, but one higher up in the chain of command. Still they seemed nice enough, for now anyway. Unfortunately Sabriel had too many experiences with those that had hidden their true intentions only to turn on her later, so for now her guard was still up. However she would remain silent as she watched the woman get up and move around, noting that indeed she was very tall. However her heart dropped a little as she noted they were heading towards the water, a little saddened that perhaps they may not get any after all - however it was a selfish thought and she pushed it away.\n\nHowever much to her surprise, the woman didn't drink it and instead offered it to her. This was not what she was used to, or expecting as her surprise was plain on her face. The girl looking from the offered glass to the woman and back again, blinking as she slowly reached out for it. Her movements slow and shaky as she reached out, almost missing the glass with her hands as she struggled with her depth perception. Fearful in case it was a trap or prank of some kind, however as her hands clapped around it and nothing happened her brow instead furrowed in confusion as she brought the container close to herself. Maybe it was drugged? It wouldn't be the first time after all.\n\n** **\nShe didn't drink straight away despite her thirst, instead looking up a little as the woman spoke. Blinking as she slowly processed everything that was being said to her, it was a lot to take in after all. Dehydration was something she was unfortunately familiar with and she was more than well aware that it was something that would need to be fixed before she could eat anything solid, both from her training and personal experiences. However the reminder of her shackles was a harsh one and she subconsciously moved a hand to rub the skin under one of her wrist ones, only to realise the metal was no longer in place. Her eyes widening in surprise she looked down and noted that in fact the shackles were gone, why she did not know but it was strange to not feel the heavy weights on her body anymore - almost as if she was missing an item of clothing she was supposed to wear. \n\nIf it were possible she would have started crying there and then, her fingers brushing over the dark almost diamond shaped scarring on her wrist as she recalled the way they had welded the metal together. She didn't know if that meant she was still free or not, but to see the visual reminder of her time locked away missing was almost freeing in itself. The woman's last question finally drew her attention to the little Khipey by her side as she smiled fondly at the little creature, holding the glass towards him to drink from as she answered softly.\n\n\"Ailbhe... Has been with me as long as I can remember... He's family.\" She said while the creature took a few laps of the water before nudging the glass back towards her, he knew she wouldn't drink until he had after all. Finally she took a sip of the cool water, doing her best to try to be slow as she felt the liquid begin to soothe her throat and mouth. Closing her eyes appreciatively as she savored the feeling she steeled herself to answer the woman's other question, one she didn't want to think about.\n\n** **\n\"They... Had them on me so I couldn't... Heal myself... Or try to escape..\" She said quietly as she looked down at the glass, her body almost trembling as she forced herself to continue. \"Also because... It made it easier when they wanted to... Make me do... Things..\""
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "The silence between the two as Sabriel slowly contemplated taking a drink was making Winrae all the more anxious to know about the little one. The paladin was surprised to see Sabriel allow her companion to drink first, their compassion slightly confusing to Winrae. After all, she had gone through a lot worse than she'd likely ever share with Winrae. Watching Ailbhe and Sabriel interact with one another left a faint smile on the paladin's face, one that quickly faded as Sabriel's did the same. Her words of what had happened as vague as they were told Winrae everything she needed to know. The glow in her eyes grew exponentially, so much so the faint embers flickered into entire flames. There was clear rage in Winrae's demeanor, but she tried her best to calm it as much as she could.\n\nWith a deep and sharp inhale and exhale, Winrae closed her eyes, the flames fading down slightly. Rather than ask more about what had happened, the she-angel instead opted to focus in on the positive. \"Stop you from healing yourself? You're a healer?\" Looking over to the chair she had been sitting in on the opposite side of the bed, Winrae began to levitate over to the side she was now on before setting it down, then sitting herself. \"Biomancy, I presume?\" Perhaps shifting the conversation to something positive would make future conversations about the more heinous things that had happened a bit easier to have.\n\n_ _\n\"How skilled are you if you don't mind me asking?\" Thinking back to the shackles, Winrae had remembered they hadn't been thrown out just yet. Thankfully so, as she'd have to cast a few identification spells to understand the enchantments upon them. Perhaps it would lead Winrae to exactly who had done this to Sabriel. It didn't take a professor from the Order to understand what they had been doing to the poor girl. The doors to the infirmary opened and an older woman walked in, a tray in her hands. It was obvious she was heading to Winrae Sabriel all with a bright smile upon her wrinkled face.\n\n*\"Ah! She's awake, how wonderful.\"* Winrae turned to look at the older woman, a nurse of course. Upon the tray was a small bowl but the smell made it obvious it was a broth of some kind. It smelled like chicken. *\"I hope Winrae here has given you a warm welcome into Alynthi.\"* The nurse smiled so brightly her eyes closed with wrinkles only opening as she set the tray upon the bed in front of Sabriel. The broth was empty of any noodles, meat or vegetables, but the taste of a salt and chicken were in the air. Looking to Sabriel, Winrae helped the nurse lock the tray in on the bed so that the bowl wouldn't spill before taking her seat once more. With a smile once more, the nurse bid her farewells and once again left the two aasimar to themselves. \"Well, someone must have heard me mention broth, hm?\" Winrae chuckled slightly."
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "As the silence stretched on after her explanation, the girl managed to sneak a peek from the corner of her eye, uncertain of what the Aasimar's reaction would be. After all she knew what she was - *Slut... Whore... Breeding Bitch...* They had told her over and over again all the things she was and why that meant that it's all she ever could be, a thing for people to use. A disgusting creature that no one could ever love, or even like. Maybe they had been wrong? Or lying? She supposed there may have been a chance so she risked a glimpse from the corner of her eye to look at the woman, visibly flinching as she saw the rage in their eyes.\n\n\"I'm sorry..\" She murmured as her body trembled, wings weakly rising as they tried to protect her body from the blows that were sure to come. Screwing her eyes shut as she waited for the inevitable, however none came. Instead she heard the woman's sharp intake of breath as she... Was she calming herself? That was... Strange. Why would she be calming herself? Normally people just laid into her until they felt, well in all honesty she didn't know what they felt that made them stop, though she assumed it was them getting tired usually. However this person, Winrae, was instead asking more questions rather than striking her.\n\nStill wary she kept her face down as she nodded, humming affirmatively as her wings relaxed a little, their scruffy feathers obviously not in their best shape as they lay against the bed. She had been told the magic she used was Biomancy at any rate, granted that was when she was still little - or rather little'er she supposed. Maybe that's why they had not struck them, did they want her as a healer? It was certainly a more attractive prospect than the alternative at any rate.\n\n** **\n\"I was told... I was good for my age... Though that was a long time ago..\" She managed to rasp quietly as she took another sip of the water, her eyes glazing over a little as she cast her mind back before they dragged her underground. Her face screwed up a little as she tried to recall exactly what they had said about her magic all those years ago. \"I think... They said I was a competent healer... Though I also knew a little Abjuration... And Evocation... But I wasn't very good with either of those.\"\n\nAs the nurse entered the girl's discomfort was almost palpable, her skin paling further as her eyes widened fearfully at the sight of the older woman. Her mind went back to all the nurses and clerics and healers that had taken their turns with her, sure this woman wasn't one of them. But the memories were not what one could call pleasant. The girl was almost visibly shrinking as her nose twitched at the smell of something she had not had in a very long time... A hot meal. Offering the smallest of 'thank you's' and 'sorry's' as the pair fiddled with the bed and tray the girl couldn't help but lick her lips again as her stomach grumbled loudly, demanding to be satiated with whatever smell was making her mouth water.\n\nYet even as the woman left, the girl made no move to eat as she stayed almost ramrod still while she stared at the broth. With only the slightest of facts sticking in her mind, _Alynthi_ , that was a long way from her home... But how had she ended up here? She still wasn't sure of whatever magic had freed her after all, and why it had seen it fit to place here in the woods.\n\n** **\n\"I... Umm... Guess so... Maam..\" She said softly in response to the woman's joke, uncertain of exactly how to take it. Most scenarios that had involved anything approaching decent food over the years had ended badly for her, and most of them involved some kind of joking or mocking tone. Had she planned this in some way? Bringing in the food just after she had woken up, after all the Aasimar had already shown she knew some magic - waking her up or ordering food wasn't out of the realm of what she may have been capable of.\n\n\"I... Umm...\" She began softly as she stared at the food for a moment, mentally deciding it didn't particularly matter what happened to her if she was allowed to eat it after all - probably anyway. She was next to starving and gladly would have eaten out of a pig's trough if offered, something actually warm and cooked would be a blessing - besides it wasn't like they couldn't do much worse then had already been done to her. Looking up towards Winrae she kept her eyes averted as some of the mess of hair tumbled in front of her face as she continued, the lightest dusting of pink appearing on her cheeks as she did so. \n\n\"What would I uhh... Have to _do_ for um... This..\""
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"author": "Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen",
"message": "Winrae's eyes widened with pity as Sabriel began to tremble and hide from the paladin's rage. There was clear trauma trapped within the poor thing's heart and mind, trauma Winrae couldn't even begin to understand or contemplate. Of course it enraged her, but she'd have to try her best not to show it physically. The last thing she wanted was to cause Sabriel to believe she was still in whatever horrific place she was once in. No, she was safe here. Winrae would be sure of it. Once the nurse had left the room, leaving the two alone entirely, Winrae leaned in a bit, her head at level with Sabriel's in an attempt to show they were equals. \"You don't have to apologize. My anger is not for you, but those who would-\" Winrae stopped herself for a moment to ensure she said the right thing before continuing, \"-I am not angry with you, I promise.\"\n\n\"You and I seem to have quite a bit in common, Sabriel. I too utilize abjuration and evocation, though funnily enough my weakest school is biomancy.\" Offering a bright smile, it quickly disappeared with Sabriel's words. Was she implying that Winrae was- *Oh gods.* \"Sabriel, no.\" Winrae shook her head vigorously, a serious but gentle look upon her face. The paladin wished to reach out and take the girl's hand, but if the thoughts in Win's head were as true as she believed them to be, touch was the last thing Sabriel needed right now. Regardless, Winrae rest a hand on the bed next to Sabriel, her voice calm and protective almost. \"I can swear to you that no one will ever touch you like that again as long as I'm around. Never again.\" Shaking her head, Winrae then looked to the bowl of broth and gestured to it. \"That is yours, no strings attached. You will want for nothing with me.\"\n\n_ _\nA ray of protectiveness washed over Winrae, a feeling she couldn't quite explain. It was strange. The only other person she felt this protective over was her sister Essme, and it was only when her sibling popped into her head did a pang of guilt soon follow. Shaking it off, Winrae helped Sabriel bring the tray and bowl closer and ensured it wouldn't spill and burn either of them. It was looking like the mental road to recovery would be a bit longer, but if that was the case Winrae would be there. There was still that rage ever present boiling in the paladin's heart for whomever harmed Sabriel, but instead of focusing on that, Winrae moved the conversation on yet again to not let the bad linger any longer than it needed to. \"Say, do you have any nicknames? Perhaps Sabbie or Bri?\"\n\nPerhaps the king would wish to some sort of investigation. If there were slave operations somewhere in Alynthi of this severity, they'd need to be quelled quickly. Once Sabriel got settled Winrae would have to see him about all this."
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "The pit in her gut only deepened as the woman lowered her head, the girl shrinking a little despite the well meaning attempt at reassurance. After all any attempt to get close to her level previously had usually meant some sort of threat or premonition to activities she would rather not think about, and she didn't want someone to do that to her at Winrae's size while angry, experience had taught her it was always best to placate the big ones if she wanted to stay in one piece. \n\nHowever it seemed that perhaps her fears may not have been warranted, the woman promising the anger was not directed at her, and the knot in her gut loosened. Just a little, just enough for the girl to look up with such a mess of emotions on her face it was hard to say what was the most dominant one. Fear, hope, distrust and confusion all managed to find their way there as she blinked slowly - trying to process if this was a genuine statement. Perhaps it was, or perhaps the woman didn't really know what she was yet - should she tell her? Her teachers and mother had always said being honest was the best policy, and she wasn't a liar, at least not intentionally. However, was it really lying if she never said anything in the first place? She supposed it probably was, and would likely get her in trouble if she did it.\n\nHowever the woman had spoken several times as the girl thought, her eyes almost glazed as she debated the merits within herself. The most recent part stuck in her mind as she blinked her way out of her state, lowering her gaze once more as she stared at the bowl as her stomach made its audible demands. She barely registered the hand beside her as a few small tears began to fall from her single working eye, silently crying as she gulped several times. She couldn't lie, not to someone this nice to other people - even if it meant what she feared would pass she just didn't have it in her. \n\n\"They... Used to call me Sabbie..\"\n\n** **\nThe creature by her side had not missed the hand however, the Khipey making its way over as it gave it an appreciative lick before rubbing its fuzzy face on it affectionately. After all this lady had treated both of them well so far and he was as thankful as a Khipey could be for it. The creature only looking up as their companion began to speak again, though perhaps trying to speak would be a more accurate term, the girl swallowing as she struggled to push past her own tears.\n\n\"You... D-don't have to be nice to me ma'am... I'm just a..\" She began softly, pausing to sniffle a little as her posture began to slouch somewhat, almost bowing as she managed to continue. She _had_ to do this though, she couldn't lie and bear the anger later, no matter how nice it felt for someone to show her actual care.\n\n\"I'm just a... Whore... Homewrecker... A..A... Slut... A..._parasite_..\" She whispered softly as she looked away from everything, the woman, the food - everything. It would all be taken away anyway once they knew, her kindness would vanish as would the food, the bed, everything would go. No matter how much her heart yearned for it she knew that any punishments dealt out would be worse the longer she waited.\n\n\"I'm... Sorry if I... Deceived you... But you should not... I'm... Not worth it... I didn't mean to trick you..\"\n\nThus she screwed up her face as she waited, waited for the shouting, the violence. The punishment for her deception of the she-angel, all of it. For it was sure to come and she would certainly deserve it, but the fear of it remained as tears freely fell without a sound from the girl."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```Sabriel then promptly passed out crying due to lack of energy, leaving Winrae to be shoved out of the room by upset nurses as they sought to help them.\n\nThey never even got to try the broth..```"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**From Findara to Alynthi,**\n\n**It wasn't the first time Henryk was invited to do some rounds assisting the weary and needy within the royal castle— his mentor's skills were renown in the upper class circles, through nepotism, and of course merit, has shown that he too had skills to match or perhaps even exceed his mentor's.**\n\n**He was brought in for the same purpose of looking at soldiers and others in these royal halls— it wasn't the first time he had been inside these walls, in fact, he once remembered serving as a combat medic along the Alynthi boarders, providing his care to soldiers during a attack from the neighbouring nation. He remembered waking up here, having saved an Alynthi infantrymen from death, using his last healing salve to save the soldier. That simple act had been the price to his salvation— for was he not a generous, and, albeit, reckless soul, he would not have lived.**\n\n**And now he was here, making money from the guard barracks because healers were far and few— not many seem to cherish the Medicinal Arts. Fortunately, Dr. Henryk was here. He had been performing his rounds, before eventually coming across and individual that caught his eye.**\n\n**The doctor, with a nurse not too far behind, stopped to look upon this individual. To his eye, they seemed worse for ware.**\n\n\"Who are they?\" **The doctor asked in a cold tone, steely grey eyes examining the figure of this girl, attempting to eyeball any visible injuries he can treat. Though, expectantly, he was waiting for the nurse to give him full details on this individual's situation. There could be underlying issues he may not be seeing, after all.**\n\n**He stood near the foot of her bed. His slender figure stood in a lax stance. He had this chilly atmosphere around him, with these almost dead eyes. He had gaunt facial features, cheeks sunken in slightly, with pale skin. One might assume he doesn't take care of himself properly, despite being a doctor. Though others find him to be the apple to thine eye.**\n\n**He wore leathered boots, with checkered slacks. A white dress shirt covered his upper body with a sleeveless dress vest which was coloured a navy blue.**\n\n**His attention was on her now. That cold gaze would cut into her like a scalpel.**"
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"author": "DM Moth",
"message": "_The nurse almost walked into the good doctor before she looked between the doctor and the small figure that lay in the bed, she could understand why perhaps he had shown interest in the little Aasimar that was now looking up with wide eyes, afraid they had don't something wrong **Again** . They were a far cry from the soldiers and guards and most nobles that he would have seen so far at any rate, so it was most likely an interest due to the fact they were outside the norm. _\n\n\"This is Sabriel sir, Winrae found them out in the woods a few weeks ago more dead then alive. Suffering from extreme dehydration and malnourishment as well as the fever from an infection in their leg, they have been making good progress on their physical recovery - their mind though, they have some way to go.\" _She said quietly, trying to not let the little one hear her has she spoke. They were liable to worry over even small things, oversensitive to even the smallest of changes in ones demeanor. Not that she could blame them entirely, not if what they had told them was true at any rate._\n\n\"They have severe burn scarring on their neck, wrists and ankles from the shackles they were wearing when Winrae brought them in. Horrible things had been fused together with some kind of fire or heating magic, likely when they were awake. They also had deep gashes around their left ankle that were the source of the infection, something about the chain getting stuck when they were running from a bear I believe.\" \n\n\"We have just started them on some simple solids, though occasionally they have trouble keeping them down - nerves I believe. Please be as gentle as you can with them, they get upset rather easily. As far as we can tell they were a slave to some rather... Unpleasant, people for quite some time so their mind isnt... All there.\""
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"author": "Sabriel",
"message": "_The creature in question meanwhile had sat up rather quickly at the strange voice, backing up towards the head of the bed with a worried glance between the two. The nurse she knew, they were a nice person and usually didn't complain about their... Accidents. The stranger though was another matter entirely, he looked cold and somewhat intimidating and in a way disapproving._ \n\n_Their arms tightened around the book they held in their arms, shielding their chest with it as they quickly looked away, their legs pressing together under the sheets while their ragged wings closed around them a litle. Sure they wouldn't do much in the way of actually protecting them, but the habit was obviously there as a protective mechanism as their eyes flicked between the mans cold gaze and the floor to the side._ \n\n_The difference in their looks could not be more apparent, though both were obviously quite slender for differing reasons. They had medium length white hair, roughly chopped by a nurse to remove the worst of the matting and knots when she had been brought in. They painfully short that was obvious, especially for an Aasimar, she couldn't even have been five feet tall standing. However they seemed to have almost genderless doll like features, offset only by the heavy scarring around their left eye that was replaced with a white marble prosthetic - the other completely white as it glowed slightly._"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**The Doctor looked to the nurse and gave a short nod, before looking back towards Sabriel.** \"I'll perform an assessment.\" **He'd simply say, taking a few paces closer to the girl. Henryk would slowly get lower, bringing himself to eye level with Sabriel— then a little lower as he had gotten onto a knee to give the young one a sense he was making himself smaller, to appear less intimidating. Those cooled eyes still stabbed like daggers as he was observing her— constantly looking for each hidden detail about her.**\n\n\"Hello.\" **He would simply say.** \"I am Henryk, a Doctor.\" **He'd briefly tell the girl, giving himself an introduction.** \"What's your name?\" **He'd then ask— giving the girl basic courtesy. Yes, he _just_ heard her name, but, he wanted her to say it. To give her the power to speak and not have anyone else speak on her behalf.**\n\n**He recognized the marks. Slaver's lost property it appears. The people who're saved from places like Dasvaz typically had these sorts of markings. The permanent reminder of chains having once been bounded to their flesh. The burns scars he could fix— he had tinctures that could make burned skin heal anew. The gashes and infection was also something he could handle— this all wasn't beyond Henryk's skill set. He learned School of Healing Alchemy for a reason.**\n\n**He would then observe the prosthetic of theirs. The faux eye which sat in their eye socket. The morbid part of him wanted to attempt an eye transplant— to give this child new vision, but, he refrained from showing that macabre side of him. It wasn't necessary to reveal that side of him to someone so vulnerable.**\n\n**He continued to eyeball her, and remained knelt for her. He knew he came off as a person that was intimidating— even if he appeared to be just human. Right now, being the cunning and _scary_ doctor wasn't necessary. He would attempt to appeal to her. No, he is no expert at Enchantments, but, he understood basic emotions. He had empathy— he certainly did feel empathetic for this poor creature.**\n\n**He waited on her introduction. He was to treat her like a princess— especially since this isn't his clinic.**"
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"author": "Sabriel",
"message": "_They looked up as the nurse nodded encouragingly before moving off, their brow creased with worry as they backed away from the side of the bed this doctor had knelt beside, still keeping the book between them as they gulped. Unable to meet his piercing gaze as the kept theirs on the bedsheets between them, that kind of gaze they knew all too well, the kind that would peel back all their layers, see things they didn't want to be seen. The kind that just saw her as a **Thing** To be used._ \n\n\"I... It's Sabriel... Sir.\" _They said quietly, their voice light and slightly raspy, possibly from the burn mark on her throat - or perhaps from overuse over time. Whatever the doctor decided would be up to him, regardless it still held the same near genderless quality of their appearance. Something he would be able to appreciate more now he was closer to the figure, despite them half trying to hide from his gaze._\n\n_Up close their features were perhaps even more strange, androgynous for the most part yet extremely soft and delicate features, their skin unblemished besides the aforementioned scarring. From how pale they were it was obvious they had not seen the sun for some time, now though he was close he could see the traces of black scarring around the fake eye as well, a sign of necrotic damage to the area._"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Sabriel.\" **He'd repeat her name to himself, nodding and giving a smile— a shallow one, but, something to try showing a sort of empathetic emotion to her.** \"It's a lovely name, Ms. Sabriel.\" **Henryk would then tell her. He'd let out a push of air from his nostrils, shoulders slumping a bit as he would continue on with business.** \"Tell me— do you feel any discomfort or irritation? I would like to perform a top-to-bottom examination of you, so I may see the extent of what I'm dealing with.\" **He'd briefly explain.** \"The magical healers did good work, but, I'm here to help you get out of the infirmary sooner, so, would you indulge me, Ms. Sabriel?\" **He kept those cool eyes on her, but they were a little softer now that he was talking to her. He was mostly concerned with speeding up her recovery. He can already see most of the heavy lifting is done, but, he can see that some more work can be done, especially in terms of assisting her out of this bed eventually.**\n\n**From what he saw already, he could likely heal the skin— though scars _will_ remain. He can at least make them more manageable, he has the concoction necessary to heal back burnt skin, though, it won't be a comfortable process. The throat situation he can remedy too— he'd have to get a closer look at her throat however to access if it's purely a dehydration issue, if there is tissue damage, or something else. Even the area which experienced necrotic damage, around the eye, can be given life. Though replacing the eye is a different story all together.**\n\n**He also thought of how he could speed her recovery up. She likely experienced muscle atrophy from malnourishment. He had a concoction for that too, but, it'd have to be a daily dosage for an extended period of time— he will also most certainly not reveal how he made this concoction as it'd certainly unnerve any who ask.**\n\n**Yes, he'll be able to get her out of this infirmary in no time, given she gives _him_ the time of day.**\n\n**He waited on her consent.**"
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "_They would flash the smallest smile they could manage in return, an anxious and strained affair as they regarded the stranger still with fear and mistrust. Blinking silently as he continued, wondering why people seemed to like her name so much, was it just something people said to be polite? No one had said that at home, not that she remembered anyway, perhaps it was just a foreign name to those in this country. Which she supposed could sound nice to those unused to it, but maybe that was a case of the grass being greener on the other side... Or something like that._\n\n_At his first question they shook their heads, immediately followed by one of the burns beginning to itch like it had been bitten by a mosquito. They had enough self control to not scratch it in front of the doctor but the twinge of discomfort on their face was obvious as they glanced down at their hands for a moment, it was irritating to say the least but they had been through far worse without complaint, there was no need to bother a doctor with it as it would eventually pass._\n\n_His second question, or rather request, was a very different matter._\n\n_She gulped as she curled up her legs somewhat, trying to make herself smaller as she gulped. A full examination? She had been through one or two of those so far, and only with one of the healers. An older woman who had also been the only one she had allowed to help bathe her the few times she had agreed to it, and while they had given her their reassurances, she was far from willing to trust anyone else to see her... Especially a strange man._ \n\n_But he was also trying to help, at least the nurses seemed to trust him to._\n\n** **\n_She found herself unable to meet his eyes as they looked away, pulling at their sleeves as if they could somehow cover more of themselves as a hint of colour warmed their cheeks. Pressing their legs tighter they managed to rasp out a tiny response, almost a plea as they kept their gaze away from him._\n\n\"Please... Can... Can I umm... Keep the g-gown on... Sir..?\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Of course you may.\" **Henryk responded in a rather simple way. He'd rise to his feet and begin looking her over— removing the blanketing that covered her to get a better look at what he was dealing with.**\n\n\". . . Yes, I think I'll be able to relieve you.\" **He nodded to himself, seeing as it was evident first and foremost that the burns were dealt with.** \"Ms. Sabriel, I am going to give you a few injections. In nature, one cannot heal burns easily— especially in your case, the best you could hope for is scarring. _However_ I do have a tincture that'll make the scarification process faster, and reduce the irritation you're feeling.\" **He'd explain as he set his doctor's bag nearby. He'd open and begin to pull out some vials and needles.** \"You're going to feel hungrier from this as a side effect. I hope that's OK.\" **He would show the vial. It was this murky pink liquid which he'd settle down nearby.**\n\n\". . . _Next,_ your atrophy. Naturally, in order to promote muscle growth, you must eat and you must move. This can take _months_ however this tincture I have here. . .\" **He would reveal a white vial for her to behold.** \". . . Will promote muscle hypertrophy and assist in your recovery. This you'll have to take daily until you've ran out. I'll be asking the nurses to give you this in the morning.\" **He would neglect to tell her what this is made of. It's better that way.** \n\n**He'd take out his third vial.** \"This'll promote bone health. Rather explanatory, it increases the amount of calcium you produce and will strengthen your bones. That includes the bones in your wings too.\" **Again, neglecting to tell Sabriel what this is made of.**\n\n\". . . I believe these three will be enough to promote a swift recovery.\" **He allowed them to be laid out for Sabriel to look over. Each vial had a name to them. \"Salamander's Regrowth\", \"Bull's Strength\", and \"Parathyroid Extract\". He collected the Salamander's Regrowth first, before looking upon Sabriel.**\n\n\"Before I begin. Do you consent to this, Ms Sabriel?\""
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "_They make a small noise as the blanket is removed, pulling their legs up to themselves slightly as they trembled a little. Swallowing thickly as they tried to remind themselves this man was not the same as the ones they had been used too, that is what the nurses said about the other male healers that had seen to them at any rate. So if they were willing to leave them alone with the stranger then hopefully that meant that he too would not act in the way they feared._\n\n\"I am grateful for them... To just be removed..\" _They say softly as they look down at their wrists, the flash of the heavy iron shackles overlaying in their mind as they shook their head to clear the image._ \"And I do not mind... I am used to... That feeling.\"\n\n_They would watch and nod as he displayed the vials and explain their purpose, only understanding some of the words used in the explanations. The healing they were used to usually involved salves and potions, as well as magic of course. They had also only been young when they stopped learning, before they could introduced to some of the more advanced non-magical healing techniques and terminology. They were however obviously curious, slowly letting the book sit in their lap as they leant forward to examine the vials._\n\n\"They have been helping me with moving around and things like that... Though I still need help walking and... Other things..\" _They say quietly as they tilt their head at the bone vial, ignoring the fact that they had essentially said the same thing twice. _ \"You do not need to worry about my wings though... I do not use them to do much, so they do not need to be... Strong.\"\n\n_For a moment they stared at the vials and equipment curiously, still struggling to process exactly why he would be going to all this trouble for, after all they were strangers... But perhaps he was like themselves, wanting to help because it was right._\n\n\"I... Consent..\" _She said with a small nod._"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**With that, he began the process.**\n\n**He'd begin by preparing three separate injections per each vial he drew from. He'd set these nearby for him to collect in order to administer later. He would take out a leather strap and begin to wrap it around one of Sabriel's arms. He'd wrap it to give her a nice squeeze as this was to cause her veins to _pop_ out a bit so he'd know where to optimally inject.**\n\n**After a few moments, he'd begin to see the veins on her arm. He pulled the strap away, before taking out some gauze to lubricate her skin— the gauze was cold, and felt slightly unpleasant, but it was necessary for him to do so.**\n\n**Once she was prepared, he took the first needle. He'd start by utilizing the 'Salamander's Regrowth', bringing it to her arm.** \"This will pinch.\" **He would forewarn, before pressing the needle into her skin, piercing her as he pushed in towards her vein.**\n\n**Once in, he began injecting the liquid into her body, where it'd be swept by her bloodstream and circulated through her body. The effects were not immediate, as they were far more _subtle_ to say the least. Henryk knew she'd feel hungrier throughout the day, as this process of regeneration should take two-to-three days to fully heal her burns into scar tissue.**\n\n**Next, the Parathyroid Extract. Similar process yet again, she would inject her, and the liquid would be swept by her bloodstream.**\n\n**Then finally, the Bull's Strength. Henryk was giving the first injection, but, the nurses would have to continue injecting her 'till the vial was empty of the course of a few days. That vial he'll be leaving should last a three week period— long enough for Sabriel to make a full recovery. He'd suspect by the end of the first week she'll already be moving normally, perhaps even running.**\n\n**His series of injections were complete as he bandaged her injection site. Once the Doctor was done, he would collect the used instruments into a separate sack— he'll be cleaning these later in his disinfectant.**\n\n**Now that he was done, Henryk looked down to Sabriel, as he was now standing.** \"There. All done. Your arm will feel sore, but, it should be fine by tomorrow. If you're feeling faint, don't be alarmed, but do let the nurses know.\" **He'd tell her.**\n\n\". . . Now. Any questions?\" **The Doctor then asked her.**\n\n**He'd visibly begin packing. It seems that he has concluded what he needed to do.**"
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "_She seemed to only turn away for the times his hands actually touched her, her eyes screwing shut as she struggled not to flinch away. It was of course nothing personal against the man but rather just the effect of her previous situation, her body used to expecting the worst when being touched by another. However it also seemed her natural curiosity quickly won out, the Aasimar looking down curiously as he inserted needle after needle to inject her. _\n\n_In truth she barely registered the pinches he spoke of, they were so low on her senses they barely even registered as pain. Instead she observed the procedure quietly with her one good eye, blinking occasionally as the good doctor did his work. Wondering why the temple did not have this kind of thing when she was there, or if they did why they never used it._ \n\n_As her finished she would slowly take the arm back, looking over the bandaging appreciatively as she held it close to her body. He had done a very good job of balancing its tightness against the bodies comfort and she could appreciate the skill that it took to do so. Nodding as he explained the possible side effects, though she had not had this kind of medicine before she knew many potions caused a similar effect on the body when used._ \n\n_As he finished and repeated his instructions to inform the nurses if she felt faint she nodded, though whether she actually would was another question altogether. She knew such things were usually temporary and wouldn't want to bother them with something that would likely pass on its own, their time could eb spent better elsewhere after all_ \n\n_Shaking her head in rseponse to his last question she responded quietly, looking up at him slightly as she managed to rasp out an expression of thanks._\n\n\"T-thank you sir... If there... Is anything I can do to repay you... Please... Let me know..\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**He'd listen to what she'd have to say. It wasn't the first time someone said those exact same words, but, it was different hearing it from someone who was saved from slavery. Henryk almost felt guilty she'd say such a thing, but, all niceties are free in the word.**\n\n**The Good Doctor, a normally a gentleman with a cold demeanour, would show her this saddened smile— nothing forced like earlier, this smile was genuine, and it was shed for Sabriel in this instance. He gazed upon her with both pity and appreciation that she'd still offer to repay him somehow. Thus, Henryk will tell her this. . .**\n\n\"If you wish to repay me. . . Then you'll promise to me that you'll live a long and fruitful life.\" **He'd simply tell her as he packed away his things. He tore his gaze from her, his smile dulled back to his usual neutral expression. He didn't want the girl to feel pressured to having to repay him— instead, he'll instil something else. He'd want to give her an appreciation for life, and to know people _can_ be kind without any ulterior motive. He could force her to become his ward, he could made her do despicable acts, however he chooses not too as he could see himself, when he was young, in that same position as she is now. And— he could remember the scars of battle. The days where he'd have to drag soldiers off the battlefield to medicate them, to perform miracles before the reaper called for then. He could remember the terror he felt— the sense of feeling the every fibre of your being tense up to the smell of gunpowder and crimson.**\n\n**He didn't fully appreciate his own life, but, he wanted this individual to cherish the chance they've been given to redefine themself from slave to something else. Something _better_ he would hope.**\n\n**As he went through this thought process, he would double back and think about how useful having a ward would be. Sigh. He's already said what he has said.**\n\n**He'd softly chuckle to himself, at his own thoughts as he finished packing.**"
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"author": "Sabriel Damaris",
"message": "_She blinks curiously at his statement, her head tilted to the side as she processed it. It seemed an odd request for one to make as repayment, after all it was not entirely up to her if she did live a long and fruitful life. She could get eaten by a Roc, or the ceiling may collapse on her or any number of possibilities beyond her control could have an effect on her ability to carry out his request._ \n\n_However his smile was genuine, or at least she felt it was. So perhaps this was simply a way of making a request that would not cost her anything, a gift perhaps? She wasn't sure, the people of Alynthi were so very different to what she was used to after all and it was often confusing how many of them seemed to offer help without any expectation of something in return. It was in line with how she used to think but it was so strange being around those that felt the same, it had made it hard to trust them the first few weeks but she had been slowly beginning to accept that perhaps there was no other shoe that was going to drop._\n\n\"I will... Do my best sir... Thank you again..\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Henryk.\" **The Doctor would simply state his name, finishing to gather his things before looking upon Sabriel.** \"You may call me Henryk.\" **He'd tell her, shutting his bag of medical things™️ closed, pacing towards the foot of Sabbie's bed. He would look to the _supposed_ Aasimar, giving her this warmer expression than what he had initially coming to her.**\n\n\"It's about time I move along now. If you ever need medical assistance, my clinic is located in Findara. You can also pen me, if you so desire. For now, I believe this is farewell.\" **The Doctor would tell the girl, sighing a bit as he turned towards his side.** \"If you have any issues, please talk to the nurses. For _your_ sake, not mine.\"\n\n**Before he began walking, his face would turn to that of realization.** \"Ah— before I leave...\" **He'd dig into one of his side pouches, before pulling out _something_. It was a stick, with this wrapping which surrounded a sphere at the end of it. It was a lollipop.**\n\n\"A treat. You did good today. Now then.\" **He'd deposit it in Sab's lap.**\n\n\"Goodbye.\" **He would share her a final smile, before moving along— his medical care was needed for others after all.**\n\n**So the Doctor left. His cold heart growing slightly warmer after this interaction.**"
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"author": "Ehkan Noran Kippat",
"message": "Ehkan opened the door to the Sinful Rose with a frown, and he rarely did that when entering a place filled with joy. The people there laughed away their sorrows with drinks in their hands, reminiscing about the day they had.\n\n Some sang beside a bard with terrible voices, but the smiles on their face were undeniable. Yet Ehkan, even with all this, wore a stern expression as he strolled to a chair and plopped down on it. \n\n He stood out here like a handsome but sore thumb. It was Lazaroth, the kingdom of the Drow, and though he was elf blood, his Sun Elf mother had blessed him with dark skin. \n\n It was the same Elf mother he had been searching for today, but that had been futile because despite being a century into the tracking game, his mother seemed to be a master of evading his skills. He has been around the realm, save for the more civilized parts of Gantrick, and nothing. \n\n So now here he was, sulking in a... He looked around and tried to understand where exactly here was. He had stormed in here in a mood, and though he was still grumpy, he still wanted to know where he just walked into. \n\n There were beautiful people here, though to be fair, most Drow were blessed with stunning features, and then there were people being led around by their pants buckle or collars. \n\n Oh. \n\n Ehkan leaned back, and a grin came to his face. His instincts had led him to somewhere that perfected getting rid of bad moods."
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"author": "Feylindra",
"message": "Feylindra had set her eyes on him the moment he came storming in. And she was far from alone. Though few turned their heads to stare plenty side eyed the newcomer. A Non-Drow wasn't necessarily unusual, there were workers for the more adventurous and not all of the sisters were of drowish blood. However, as a patron it was odd, those were largely the same. \n\nNaturally, Fey had to know just what he was up to. Someone new and different always piqued her interest \n\nUntangling her arms from a drunken customer she floated her way through the crowd to him. Hands brushed over exposed freckled skin as she moved but nothing seemed to deter her. \n\nIt was no wonder why the drow men she passed spared her more than a glance, the fabric draped over her body could scarcely be called a dress, the black satin covering only the essentials but leaving little to one's imagination. It put her curved form on display and the ever so envied white speckled spots that graced nearly every inch. Just like many of the other workers here she carried an ethereal beauty about her, tainted so perfectly by the environment she placed herself in. \n\nBefore any others could lay their claim Fey quickly snaked an arm around his neck pulling him closer and away from the door. This one was all hers. \n\n\"And just what is someone like yourself doing here?\" Fey purred fingers dancing up his arm, manicured nails lightly scratching across his skin. A sly smile spread across her face as she looked up to him, dark eyes studying his features. He was not her normal type, but she would remiss if she said he wasn't handsome. Not in the same elegant way as a Drow but more, impish. His eyes spelled the best kind of trouble. \n\nPainting him would send her brush to colors it so rarely touched. Would he stay long enough for her to be able to memorize each one?"
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"author": "Ehkan Noran Kippat",
"message": "Ehkan grinned at the beautiful drow that draped her arms across his body. He could not take his eyes off her because what good reason did he have to ever do so? Skin like the night itself, dotted with small stars. Any anger that lingered in the elf's heart dissolved as her fingers climbed his arm, dancing across his muscles and up to his neck.\n\n There was a thrill in this. Ehkan could see the glares some men sent his way. He could see the customers were jealous of this stunning woman who had taken an interest in him, and to deepen the wound, he took her hand in his and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. \n\n He smiled at her again, his deep brown eyes focused only on her. \"I was searching for someone, but that led to nothing. I got lost, and I fear I have gotten more lost in your eyes. Though I believe I can find myself if I am graced with your name. I am Ehkan.\"\n\n It was slightly unwise to reveal such in a place like this because these were not his lands, but he was unbothered by whatever threats came his way. He was the Son of the Sun, and this woman deserved to be embraced by him."
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"author": "Feylindra",
"message": "Feylindra watched as he graced his lips across her skin. As their fingers brushed together Fey took note of the callouses that grew across his hands. A stark contrast to her lotioned skin.\n\nSo quick to give his name. An outsider making himself right at home. Readily laying his claim. He was a bold one for sure. \n\n\"Feylindra, most call me Fey.\" Fey wrapped her fingers around his leading him further inside. As it became clearer to others that she was sticking herself to him most lost interest focusing instead on the more available women. \"I find myself rather glad you found yourself lost here of all places. It's not often someone new and so, fascinating walks in.\" \n\nFey sat herself down a top of the many plush couches tucked away in a corner of its own. Candles sat burning at the tables serving as the only light source of light. As she settled she pulled on their entangled hands encouraging him to join her as she sunk further into the cushions. \n\nHere in the dark corner, her deep-colored skin nearly blended into the shadows the dance of the flames making her look only that much more like the night sky. Deep red eyes looked up from that sky studying the man before her. \n\n\"May I ask who it was you were searching for?\" While Fey was certainly curious, the thought also crossed her mind as to whether or not he was looking for the sisterhood. She rather hoped not, Fey was not interested in taking care of anyone in that way tonight."
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"author": "Ehkan Noran Kippat",
"message": "\"Feylindra,\" Ehkan said the name in his Elvish tone, giving it the pronunciation it deserved. He smiled as he was led further inside the building to the more shady parts of this fine establishment \"I like that name, it suits you in a way I cannot fully grasp. And I am glad I found myself lost here as well, for there are a lot more unkind places one can wander into in this Kingdom of yours. I already had to deal with a pair of unfortunate men on my way here.\"\n\n By men, he meant slavers, eager to have someone of such \"Fine stock\" As they had called him in their collection. Unfortunately for them, Ehkan had yet to set eyes on this incredible woman, so he was in a bad mood, and for their transgressions, he made them regret their decision, for the short time they were alive to do so, that is. \n\n Now, here he was, being pulled by a woman as beautiful as the night itself. It was so funny how life worked in this world. If he walked a building further, he might have ended up in some boring old pub. \n\n When they sat, Ehkan slowly pulled her closer till her perfume slightly choked him, which he did not mind at all. \"As to who I was searching for. Well...\" He paused, unsure of whether to start spilling his guts to someone he just met. He was not drunk enough for that, nor did he want to ruin whatever was about to occur by speaking of issues he had with a mother he never met. Instead, he took a deep breath and leaned back a bit.\n\nHe could speak on something else. Just recently he had come this way for a set of killers, ravaging the countryside of an old friend of his. \n\n They had stolen loot and killed a set of people that led a resistance against them, Yes, that was more interesting than having to explain why he came all this way for the woman who abandoned him. \n\n \"I was searching for some killers out by Revanor. But I have been having trouble finding them. They seem to vanish every time I get close enough. I don't understand how, but it might just be a coincidence that it led me this far into the Kingdom.\"\n\n A lie. Well, half a lie. He had come further into the kingdom to get answers for that matter, but people kept slamming doors in his face while others whispered about some hidden group. Shrouded in mystery and danger, but he never pried further."
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"author": "Feylindra",
"message": "She liked the way her name sounded coming from his lips. It sent a shiver down her spine. It was so unlike the drowish accent that she was used to yet still smooth and alluring. \n\n\"I can't say I am surprised, this land is filled with many unfortunate types.\" It was not hard to guess just what he meant, a man like him would be a top prize for any slaver. He would do well anywhere, with his looks though Fey would place her bets on him placed within a seedy brothel not unlike the one she was born in. \n\nFey allowed him to pull her close readily draping herself across his lap and hooking her arm around his neck. Her free hand guided his to the bared skin of her waist, her skin was cold to the touch but the parts free to feel were soft and unmarred. The keen eye may have been able to spot the lightened lines of scars peeking from beneath the flowing cloth. She smelled of jasmine and the sea, the scent drifting between them as they drew close together. \n\nHere, even in the dim light, she could study him as she pleased. The gold undertones of his dark skin spoke a sun elf heritage though there was something else in there. Something closer to the earth. He reminded her of a contract some time ago. Some bastard son who had to go before he could try and lay his claim. Typical noble squabbles. \n\nNimble fingers played with his hair, twirling the locks through her hands. There was the slightest hesitation, an almost imperceptible pause, at the mention of killers possibly originating from Lazaroth. \n\n\"Mmm, likely, we drow like to keep to ourselves here.\" Fey had caught no wind of any sisters coming in from Revanor, it was uncommon for them to travel so far from their home. Yet, the thought still crossed her mind. The dagger pressing against her calf pushed to the forefront of her mind. It would be a pity to have to kill such a handsome face, but that did not mean she would hesitate if the need came. \"Who is it they killed that caught your attention so?\"\n\n.\n\nRaising her hand from his she signaled over a passing server to their secluded spot as he spoke his answer. Even that small movement was graceful, methodical even. Manicured fingers curling in the most beautiful way, painted nails brushing across her palm. Leaning away from him she whispered into the server's ear before sending them off. Never once did her gaze leave him, red eyes constantly drifting over his face. Seemingly enraptured with him."
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"author": "Azerrel",
"message": "He. Hated. Khisfire.\n\nIt wasn't the biggest surprise. He wasn't a man use to the sweltering heat of a desert. Each ray of sun that hit him felt like a taunt against his very existence. He was exhausted and out of water, heat stroke starting to take affect on his body. Azerrel's wings dropped down, tail hitting the hot desert floor as he pushed through the market stalls. He didn't move for long, soon collapsing across the ground as his legs finally gave out. He didn't even have enough water to sweat. \n\nAzerrel was utterly terrified. He hated how weak he felt out in the desert, unprepared and understocked. He had only packed enough water for a day of work back home, not having expected to use up so much of it throughout the first half of the day. He should have prepared better, or better yet he shouldn't have come here at all. He should have stayed back home where he knew it was safe, where he knew he wouldn't be bothered by the weather. Lazaroth wouldn't have done this to him, he just knows it. \n\nHe had just enough energy to cover his coin purse and curse at a small rascal who tried to rob the downed man, curling up on his side to try and hide from the sweltering heat. People didn't pay the man much attention in his current state, walking around him and even over top in some cases. He was a tourist who wasn't prepared, they had all seen it before. Water was expensive, too, and who had time to share? The man didn't exactly look wealthy either, so they would find no great reward in helping him. So, he was left to cook on the market's floor."
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"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*Heeled sandals clicked their way across the paving stones of the market. As she sauntered her way through the marketplace, people instinctively parted ways for the Madam. With the lower half of her face obscured by a thin veil, and her head shrouded in scarves, it wasn't hard to mistake her for a commoner. However, the jingle of bangles and the quality of her clothes exposed her status. Through the translucent weave of her scarves, one could make out the shape of her horns and follow the pattern of swirling ink that moved its way across the left of her upper body.*\n\n*Vendors knew Kallista, she often came seeking all sorts of products for the Den, preferring to speak to them directly as she could assure that both parties would be satisfied. Now, as much as she was known to simply go about her business, ignoring the rest of the world's troubles (save the occasional impoverished children, for whom she regularly bought meals), today there was a foreigner here. And that, she could not simply ignore.*\n\n*Approaching a nearby stall to scope out its products, the shape of the man curled on the dusty edge of the street caught her eye. 'Pitiful' was the first thought in her mind, but after only a moment of studying his figure and a quick exchange of words with the vendor of the stall, she was set to action. A dark shadow of her figure overcast the dehydrated man's face as a canteen of water, procured from underneath her scarves, was placed next to him. Deep brown eyes bore into him from above, as the figure rested a hand on her hip. Analyzing him closer, it was obvious why he had collapsed. His clothes, clearly not from anywhere near Khisfire, likely were suffocating in their heat. Combined with the radiance up above, it was only a matter of time before he bent the knee to the fiery temperature. When she spoke, her sultry voice filled the space between them with ease, and several passersby glanced in their direction before hurrying off.*\n\n\"Oh my, it seems someone isn't quite acquainted with the burning sun here~\"\n\n*As much as she wasn't keen on aiding any random man who collapsed in the street, Kallista saw an opportunity arise with this foreigner. Truth be told, it was a miracle he had yet to be carted off somewhere much more nefarious- she had gotten there just on time. Even if he seemed to be less wealthy than her usual clientele, any outsider had a tendency to catch her eye. Connections, to the woman, were just as important as money- more so these days. Perhaps he had a rich master or was here on some business. Either way, the succubus took specific pleasure in gathering information. The man before her was nothing short of intriguing.*"
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"author": "Azerrel",
"message": "The foreigner wore clothes clearly of Lazaroth descent, the shield with a rearing wolf seen on his shoulder. It was a tad odd for someone to be so proudly displaying their kingdom colors in a foreign land, but it was the only kind of clothes the man had with him. He had thought that the weather would not be to bad, and so assumed he could simply wear his work clothes out of the palace without an issue. How wrong he had been, clothes soaked in sweat. His tail curled around his feet as he rested on the sandy floor, wings still dropped next to his side, defeated.\n\nHe felt pathetic. He felt weak. Lord above, he even felt scared as he laid on the ground of the market. He knew the dangers that came along with Khisfire, the slavers who wandered their streets freely. It was no surprise, then, that he flinched back at the water that was placed next to him. Instinctively covering his head from any further attack that may stem from the movement, he was utterly terrified it seemed. A jumpy man who did not want to risk being harmed, not even a bit. \n\nAnd yet no harm came to him.\n\nHis head tilted upwards to stare at the bedazzled shadow he was faced with, eyes landing on her horns. A tiefling, a concubus, he did not know for certain, but he felt safer in the presence of one who shared his traits. His hand shakily moved to the canteen, grabbing ahold of it and yanking it back as quickly as he could. Azerrel undid the top of the canteen as soon as he had a proper hold on it, hands shakily undoing the top. He started to down the water he waas provided with, drinking a good half of the canteen in mere moments. He was dehydrated as all hell, and so drank like his life depended on it. It did, in a way.\n\nAzerrel slowed his drinking after a few moments, looking up at the one who had decided to save him. He did not know who the madam was, and so quietly asked, \"Who are you?\""
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"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*As he lay pitifully amidst the dust and dirt, Kallista continued to survey the man before her. Slender fingers tapped against the silk of her skirt, causing the material to slightly ripple and shimmer in the blinding daylight. A gush of wind kicked up the grime, and the scarves shrouding the succubus's face fluttered in response. Light, confident chuckles came from behind the light material at his wariness despite his circumstances. She raised a brow as he drank, observing his desperation with curious eyes.*\n\n*Despite being a connoisseur of local fashions, Kallista wasn't familiar with that of Lazaroth. However, the display of the sigil immediately caught her eye. His wings and tail though, threw her off. Admittedly, she didn't know much of the distant country, aside from the general knowledge of the public- which was primarily made up of rumors and biases. So far from home, what was a little dove such as him doing in Sol's Landing? Oh, how she thirsted for more information*\n\n \"I am your humble savior, darling. Given your...\" *Her piercing gaze moved over his frame once more as the smooth words fell from her lips,* \"Predicament, I believe I'd like to get to know you first\". *In the truth of the matter, he could ask nearly anyone in the city to identify the Madam. If not for her striking appearance, the nighttime whispers carrying her name often spread through the local population. She was not concerned with concealing her identity but prioritized finding his. A bit of powerplay never seemed to harm much in these instances.* \n\n\"Quite the outfit you've got there, love. I have an affinity for those who dress as their own, but it looks more like, hm, a uniform- of sorts, no?\" *With a click of her tongue the woman's shadow crossed the stranger's face as she took a single step toward him. Though she remained some distance from him, her eyes bore down as intensely as ever, a smirk outlined beneath a scarf that crossed over her mouth and nose.*"
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"author": "Azerrel",
"message": "He had heard rumors of a Madam, truth be told. It was only when she stepped forward did the thoughts come swirling back to his mind, where he remembered the rumors of a lady. He did not wish to assume this was who the lady was, lest he be wrong. It was always quite rude to assume something about anyone, let alone assume someone worked in such.. Shady business. So, he pushed such thoughts out of his head and focused on the women in front of him. \n\nThe man clearly had the traits of an incubus, but they were odd. Far too small to be a true born, they were dull. His wings were clearly incapable of flight, his tail was skinny and his horns looked like they had just grown in. It was unclear what else was mixed into his blood, showing no clear traits of any other species. While it wasn't uncommon to see a half breed concubus, given the nature of their feeding, it was rare to not be able to identify what he was. He simply looked like a young incubus, but was clearly older in age then his traits appeared.\n\nHe almost laughed at her words, but he was just smart enough to hold his tongue for the time. *Humble savior*. Such grand words from someone, so he knew that the lady viewed herself as important. He could feel the power imbalance emanating from her, one where he was the one lacking said power. It wasn't uncommon for him to be powerless when talking to another, but it did not make the feeling any nicer. It still made him feel ill to his stomach, knowing such an imbalance was present.\n\n\n\"It.. Is. It is a uniform, Miss. I simply do not have the coin to pay for my own clothes at the moment.\" With a nod, he spoke. His voice was hoarse from the lack of water, with his thirst just recently being quenched. His voice was not as smooth and silky as the Madam's. It almost felt uncomfortable for the man, Azerrel not being used to using it. It was such a strange feeling, talking to another besides one word answers. He kept his composure, though."
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "_**Sol's Landing, amid the wake of night among Khisfire. A market open under the pretense of exotic goods and sightly performances, one stray Illusionist caught her chance.**_\n\n**A quieter bustle highlighted the night life of Khisfire. No longer did Solaris watch with her keen gaze, but invited Lunam to reach those solemn heights. Yet below their sibling feud, sighted a particularly intriguing market within the Capital, Sol's Landing. Crowds lessened, locals far more present as the familiar market space shifted to offer more exclusive goods and sights. Among the stands managed one with no goods to sell, but a small crowd managed around all the same. The night lights that would be stars seemed to have found their way among this particular stall, hovering stationless and brightening up the stage with a purple hue encompassing them. Illusionary magic, and all manner a spoiler for those foreign to this particular performer.**\n\n**To be ignorant of her wasn't so uncommon, however, as who stepped atop the stage seemed a sightly figure rarely ever seen in the Capital. A woman local to the border regions of Khisfire, earning her spot in the Market by a particularly handy favour from the Loxodon incharge of the set up. An origin of Adventurer, a nature of entertainment! A performer trained under the blood of her family Lineage of Sorcerers. Vayra Vakara, and she would seek to find her groove in the Capital that she so rarely ever visited.**\n.\n\n**Purple orbs hovering closer to the makeshift stage and set, further illuminating this curious figure. Dark horns and tail clad, a Tiefling woman of Grey skin and long raven locks, loose and draped over her shoulders. A delicate set of jewelerry dangling at her neck and along her Khisfiran-styled attire, offering the faintest of tunes once she swayed and offered her movement. And of her attire, ever loose and free to her form. Styled in the familiar angles of a Khisfiran dancer, her skin as much a feature of her attire as the silk that followed it!**\n\n**Eyes among the crowd, her thoughts rested on the illusions that danced around her and in her thoughts. - It was time to perform, and her casting would lead her through it. No words required for her channeling, instead the soft dance-like motions that invited her forward. Heel raised, arm twirling with a hue of purple that fluttered around her. And behind the slightest darkness in the night, lay her golden gaze observing the crowd ahead. And that, a fang-like smile to showcase her confidence!**"
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{
"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*The swirling sensations of nighttime were embedded into the atmosphere of the capital. Scents of spices and incense wafted through the streets as the hiss of oil in pans and the bustle of local conversation filled the streets with the hum of life. Stirred by the promise of new luxuries, The Madam of the Lion's Den made an excursion out this fine evening. The sky, clear as every desert night, stood above, filled with glittering starlight.*\n\n*Wrapped in scarves, the woman set out among the locals to observe what was available. This evening was quiet in the Den, it being a work day and all, allowing the succubus a chance to do a bit of window shopping. Markets such as this, although not uncommon, were mainly present for the locals, providing a more affordable alternative to activities such as the Den's. Sheer material just obscured her gold-coated horns just enough to ward off unwanted attention as she moved through the evening air. The deep cerulean color of her hair nearly blended into the shadows that outlined her visage. The nighttime stillness, however, permitted her face to remain uncovered. Kohl-lined eyes flickered between vendors, their deep brown color reflecting the flickering warm lantern light.*\n\n*The sound of music piqued her interest as she moved through the marketplace, navigating the small crowd with ease. The lingering haze of what she knew was magic caught the woman's eye more than any local musician. Weaving her way to a place just beside the stage, her eyes fixed themselves on the dancer. Watching her move, Kallista surveyed the performance with an analytical gaze. A soft smirk rested at the edges of her full lips. The Madam was known to spend her time scheming when not indulging herself in the splendor that came with her line of work. This tiefling woman was good. Not* ***Kallista's*** *Level, no, but good indeed. Coming from the succubus, that was quite the compliment for a stranger.*\n\n*A soft whisper in infernal escaped from between her parted lips.* \"Not bad, pretty one~\"\n\n*It was the raven-haired woman's confidence and magical ability that sold her performance. She had good style yes, and moved well enough, but the combination of her demeanor and the illusions that enhanced her features were the aspects that Kallista respected the most. As the resident choreographer and teacher to the newer generations of dancers, the Madam had an eye for natural talent. She could teach anyone to dance, but the confidence seen here was inherent. There is no teaching that. A rarity such as that is worth investigating.*\n\n*Kallista stayed throughout the whole dance, hand resting on her hip as she watched. In moments where the dancer's golden glance fell upon the crowd, the succubus made sure their gazes met. Her careful surveillance studied the attributes of the magic being used as well, noting that how exactly this dancer was casting her spells didn't seem obvious. Not too bad huh? This girl must have been new to the Capitol or ventured from elsewhere. If she were a local, she would have easily been employed and not spending her time outside- not to mention the fact that Kallista would have at least known of her. She continued to linger as the final echoes of music ceased, offering slow, calculated applause with the rest of the more enthusiastic crowd. It seemed now an appropriate time to make an introduction.*"
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "**The final actions of her little performance caught more than the simple crowds, it seemed. Her left arm gently slithering from her side to the sky, reaching far as her other arm followed suit. A flutter at her fingers, a sway at her hip. - Every motion and gesture seeming to cause her Illusions to react. A Dashing sparkle, further illuminating her stage and scenery. Lunam's light offering ample ambience. Eyes temporarily closing as the motion of her casting rang out mid dance, finding that piece of her imagination as she picture the orbs above the crowd. The final climax of the music behind her, matching the tune and pattern as the Orbs started to raise further and further toward the night sky. Slowly, following the descent of the musical track that followed her, would they slowly dissipate. Then.. A colourful bang of varying colour and light!**\n\n**Eyes soon reopening, a shameless snicker calling out to the crowd as she heard some measure of applause. Vayra was certainly not scared of performing infront of others, her greatest tool being the enjoyment of her casting mid performance! Regardless, she would earn the reaction with a playful bow and an ease back to some way of balance. Eyes flickering closely at the crowd and many eyes, finding nothing in particular until those Kohl-lined eyes demandingly stared right back.** \n.\n\n**Atop the stage, Vayra's smiles sparked a distinct look of intrigue at this particular fellow. She didn't quite understand why, but that stare was practically begging to be noticed. Caught up in a trance until the applause heightened to its climax, her gaze managing to flicker back to the center crowd and with a final bow she would allow the audience to disperse.** \n\n**Offerings of coin and the like naturally found their place, a few drunken remarks earning an awkward acknowledgement and careful words to ease them away. But, soon, she would find her calm and peace amongst her little stage. Eased down to collect her earnings, and catch her breath from the casting triggered by her dance-like motions. The perfect time for introductions, and ever did her mind keep falling back to the stare of that particular woman. One with such an effect had quite the talent, and skills to follow it! Perhaps she had gone with the crowd?**"
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"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*Continuing her applause, Kallista sauntered over to the tiefling. Her steps matched pace with the claps, strategically slow as she allowed the rest of the other onlookers to filter away. The click of her heeled sandals reverberated softly through the street as she made her way toward the makeshift stage. As the ladies' eyes met again, her expression remained strongly intact, her gaze piercing in its nature. Kallista's presence was crafted to be innately known, known to cause a shiver down one's spine. The succubus prided herself on this, it was, of course, her fountain of youth. Capturing the attention of those around her, avoiding it when necessary, all was a day's work. As she got close, the illusionist in her own right produced a golden coin from seemingly nowhere. A deep berry color painted her lips to glassy perfection, highlighting the shape of what appeared to be the hint of a smirk.*\n\n\"Well, wasn't that quite the spectacle? You brought in quite the crowd, darling~\", *A smooth deepness carried Kallista's intonation. Taking her time, she only offered the money once she was within an arm's length. Despite their height difference, this stranger seemed to hold her own under the Madam's arguably domineering stance. Her eyes picked apart the dancer in front of her; good posture and style, but could use more work on some aspects of choreography, and the woman could go on forever. However, in this matter of fleeting seconds, she simply offered a more... 'friendly' smile.* \n\n\"What brings a fresh face such as yourself to Sol's Landing?\"\n\n*Intricate tattoos decorated the skin underneath the sheer scarves wrapped around her shoulders and arms, their ink looking fresh despite their true ages. They covered the whole of the left side of her upper body, extending onto her hand and exaggerated by her long, polished nails. Resting again on her hip, her motions too, were precise. The corset beneath her clothes too, even seemed to regulate the rise and fall of her chest to the perfect beat. Eyes never breaking contact, Kallista curiously searched deeper into the other woman's body language. Such details always provide the most reliable source of insight in her line of business.*\n\n*Kallista clicked her tongue, her opposite hand flicking upwards to adjust the edge of the scarf surrounding the waves of her hair.* \"Ah, apologies for such a *Forward* Question. It is not every day I run into someone of decent talent, lest someone I don't already know\". *This tiefling's origins, however, did interest her. Having grown up surrounded by the low rumbles of infernal spoken by tiefling slaves, Kallista acknowledged holding a certain remaining intrigue toward anyone of the race. This one too, presented more than just intrigue. Curiosity shimmered behind her more serious exterior. The succubus allowed herself a moment to straighten herself to her full height, her hand falling lightly to her chest as she gave a small bow out of polite custom.* \"Kallista, The Madam of the Lion's Den. Pleasure to make your acquaintance miss...~\""
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "**That supposed lonesome betrayed by the looming click of a Khisfiran heel. A flex at her devilish ears, an approach apparent as she turned to face this sudden stranger. Not one lost in a drunken stupor nor seeking a chance with the Tiefling dancer, but those returning Kohl-lined eyes. A trance that caught at her breath and struck at her confidence, though fortunately so her words wouldn't need to be first.** \n\n**A clench at the material at her hip finally found her composure, eyes darting upwards at the taller woman clad under heels. A compliment from her no less, as her eyes finally managed to linger down from that gaze and over to the offering of coin. A smile would return on Vayra, the notable fangs of her kind present as her hand reached forward with a formal yet playful bow of her head to follow it.** \n\n\"Ah, thank you so much!\" \n\n**Vayra would simply listen after her quick reply, the scent of her Khisfiran accent apparent. Now was the perfect time to watch and inspect the taller woman draped in far finer clothes than she had seen. Her beauty wasn't lost on her, afterall, the flavour of tattoos and the matching colours that painted her face marking the sign of a woman experienced with looking her absolute best! - And so demanding that attention when needed, hence the trance at her eyes. Unknown to Vayra, was her own quiet assessment by ever inch of her frame and character.** \n.\n\n**And in their closeness, the full style of the Tiefling seemed on display. As of now, she was the far less.. Equipped of the two! A dancer's attire, distinctly Khisfiran yet its origins lingering elsewhere to the border towns rather than the sizeable cities. Black and gold would be a most familiar theme with Vayra, and the greyish hue of her complexion a shameless part of her design. Her outfit starting at her neck, dark material draping down then split between the folds of her chest-area. Covered, yet the center exposed and revealing a playful management of cleavage. Her stomach otherwise exposed, snaking down further to the further assortment of dark and sprinkling of gold jewelerry along her waist. A loincloth dashed between her legs, the sides of her form otherwise free and revealing her keenly curvy nature. A colourful brooch sat at the center of her waist. Non-heeled sandals at her feet, and of her arms small bands of that familiar dark colour. A tail playfully swinging from her rear, and a golden hue emanating from the shadow of her eyes. Her lips, untouched and naturally dark.** \n\n**But regardless, introductions were so clearly required. Allowing Kallista the chance to finish her words, her time to find composure so clearly achieved as she managed her signature smile, if not, turning to surprise at the reveal of this Impressive Concubi.**\n\n\"I- Vayra. Vayra Vakara, Miss. I mean, Madam, heh! The Lion's Den, did you say..?\" \n\n**The Lion's Den. While not local to the City, it was not an Establishment you could so simply miss. A place to serve the higher echelons of Khisfiran society. A fancy Lady this one truly was, quickly reminding her not to forget her earlier question.**\n\n\"Oh! What every aspiring performer wishes to do, Miss! Perform, heh. I.. I mean, you must know all about that. I don't know anyone who doesn't know what the Lion's Den is.. What are you doing out here? If I could be so bold..\""
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"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*How cute~*\n\n*The succubus shifted her weight from side to side, her smirk returning with a flash of white teeth behind her lips. Kallista found Vayra... Endearing. There was a certain naivety to her that, though effectively masked with her confidence, the woman noted. Looking at her closely, she couldn't have been older than about a quarter of a century. Her manners were good, at least. An \"Aspiring performer\". Fascinating. As much as talent was uncommon, women entering into this career by choice was all the more rare, especially when it came it its implications. Perhaps only a small portion of dancers in the world may partake in the 'activities' so widely associated with the profession. But here, the two were nerely synonymous.*\n\n\"Boldness is a good quality when used wisely, dear. Fret not, I do not bite pretty young ladies~\", *Kallista's voice shimmered with a hint of teasing, paired with an inquisitive eyebrow raise. How quaint, flustering someone like Vayra always stroaked the woman's ego.* \"It's one of the few nights I may excuse myself, I've just come to scope out the vendors\". *Pausing for emphasis, the succubus's eyes passed over the woman before her.* \"I do belive I have found something much more worthwhile than a new addition to my collection, though\".\n\n*Eyes lingering, Kallista used her hands to demonstrate as she talked, a stack of bangles circling her wrist gently jingling together.* \n\n\"With an act like that, it surprises me that you're still 'aspiring'. Not many here have your innate gift. Mm, work may be done...\" *Her hand flicked about vaguely,* \"... Here and there, but it is not bad\". *Smile widening just slightly, the judgemental looks ceased and were replaced by something else. The girl before her presented an interesting situation, and Kallista's mind whirled with the potential. The confidence, playfulness, her methods were different to much of the 'standard' dancer in the business. This was an opportunity, in her mind, for the both of them.* \"Not bad at all. I might even dare to say good, but that would ruin my image~\"\n\n*It took quite a bit for one to be recognized by Kallista, nor was it common for her to find someone worthy on the street. Keeping a hawk-like gaze on the business world nearly all hours of the day, she made it a priority to maintain the Den's reputation. With that, the Madam made no offer yet, but maintained her stance, standing over Vayra. It would take a better understanding of the new tiefling woman's character before she'd dare make any kind of inclination toward an offer. Her attention was expensive, to say the least. But this girl, she could be worth something.*"
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "**The Tiefling dancer didn't quite grasp the attention she had caught! No less an expert of the industry her thoughts found interest in, and now one she so fortunately stumbled upon mid performance! Trying best to ease any nerves, Vay would stick to her signature smiles and reply when best, confidence truly tested. Unfortunately for her however, Kallista didn't seem to make keeping her composure so simple.**\n\n\"..Ooh?\" - Vayra's eyes practically lit up at first surprise at hat tease. Shamelessly falling into a look ever coy, the friendliness of her smiles curved ever more into her smirk as she considered her path of reply. Little time to think, her playfulness fell in first! Glance shared between the two, and giggling as she did.** \"Then, I'm ever so lucky, Madam Kallista!\" **A tease of her own measured more in playfulness, Vayra cleared her composure with a further smile as the topics moved from that successful attempt to fluster.. To even more subtle teases. Gods, Vayra would have a challenge on her hands!**\n\n**Vayra had never been the most gifted in her intelligence, but she sure understood the subtle meaning behind those next words. It flattered her, for sure, yet she knew better than to show off some way of an ego. Truly, arrogance was never on the mind of the Tiefling. Taught from humble beginnings, her mind had always been set on making a name for herself by use of those skills.**\n\n**A look of intrigue as she listened intently to the taller Madam, her telling reveal of flattery soon explored itself with a light glance down. Eyes down to her feet, before that smile and gaze trained back on Kallista as her words came to an end.** \n.\n\n\"I'm still getting used to the reactions of the crowds, but the way you flatter me.. I doubt I could ever imagine that, heh. Thank you, Miss Kallista!\" - **Once again offering a small bow of her head, one could say she was quite overwhelmed from the flattering remarks of a seasoned Veteran like one might imagine a Madam of an Establishment.** \n\n\"Well, I've never been so lucky to have a stage! When I performed before, it was smaller cases. Family, friends and the like! Somewhat a tradition from my Sorcerer's side of the family. To cast illusions by the motion of ones' form, mmh! Though.. I'm getting carried away.\"\n\n**Briefly showcasing a slight awkwardness by what she perceived as her own rambling, Vayra quietly snickered and reached back to grab at the nearby cloak resting by her belongings. Cloak quick to drape over her form, suiting the growing cold of night amid Khisfire. Afterwards, attention returning quick back to Kallista.** \n\n\"I would so love to accompany you through the rest of the market, if you'd take me. Always nice to have company, no..?\" **Vayra poked fun with her last remark, perhaps taking the opportunity so clearly thrown at her. Improvement was set on her mind, and this woman seemed key to getting better and better.**"
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"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*Dark eyes traced Vayra's figure, continuing her surveillance. A bit of training and she held more promise than Kallista had seen in a long time- not to mention, this tiefling seemed willing to learn, which was shockingly rare as well. Her lips remained fixed in their soft smirk, observing the woman's mannerisms. Body language never lied, as words so often may. However, Vayra seemed to be nothing but a fountain of truth. The succubus listened to her without interrupting, allowing one to ramble was a tactic she often utilized on clients. People always seem to reveal more than they realize that way.*\n\n *That being said, Kallista's eyebrow raised slightly as Vayra mentioned her family's line of Sorcery. Now, that held more than just the potential for a skilled dancer. Although she didn't question it further, her interest was indeed piqued. A sorceress herself, the Madam hadn't come into contact with many so naturally gifted in magic. Such a technique was new to her, and the concubus fought the urge to glance down at her hands. Although nothing was visibly wrong with them, the gloves she was forced to wear as an adolescent still continued to plague her. Whatever they were cursed or imbued with, it had poisoned her connection to her sorcerer abilities.*\n\n*Bitter wind ruffled her scarves as the cold of night began to set in. Kallista pulled them closer to her as she glanced up at the stars. The night was still young, filled with the remains of day. Looking back to Vayra, she dipped her head slightly, obliging the woman's request.*\n\n\"Mmm, indeed it is\". *Turning to face the bustle of the market, lights from lamps above illuminated Kallista's face.*\n\n\"Tell me, Miss Vayra, where is it you hail from?\" *Motioning for her to follow, the Madam began to make her way toward the more bustling part of the market. Scents of incense and spices filled the air as they moved, and the ambiance of the marketplace provided a lulling hum surrounding their words. Heeled sandals clicked against the stone-paved streets as they moved.* \"I find that one's origin so often plays into their person- perhaps not on the surface, no. But as you'd know, Khisfire is *Quite* The place. I simply wonder what brings you into this profession\". *Without moving her head, Kallista's eyes flickered over Vayra once more, studying her features for another moment as the pair moved. Her pace was peaceful, but the motions of each step were calculated, her feet never falling anywhere near a crack in the fortification of the streets. The stalls surrounding them were filled with all sorts of goods, primarily expensive spices, and ingredients for all kinds of niche crafts.*"
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "**The confidence of the Tiefling was not only reflected by words or actions, but in the very figure that the Madam quietly observed. Her Khisfiran attire left little to the imagination, form fitting and showcasing much of her grey complexion. Of black material and jewelerry, the rest showcased a curvy form with especially a shapely nature to her hips. Suited to her dance, she held little shame in that regard.**\n\n**Now cloaked to face the nightly walk, Vayra's expression quietly beamed at Kallista's acceptance. Subtly done upon the realisation, the Tiefling swallowed her eager nature to try and relax in the moment. And thus, she'd accompany the true talent of Khisfire by suggestion of Kallista's motion.**\n\n\"Oh? A smaller town bordering Alynthi, Nacuzar, Madam. At this point, it's more traveller than local, heh!\" - **The Tiefling was tempted to offer more, even a question of her own before the looming continuation of questions to answer. This one, in particular, causing a clear ponder. She wasn't unsure about her answer, but clearly had her questions in mind. Collecting them, Kallista would earn the spark of a smirk within Vayra.** \n\n\"I've.. Always been a social creature, Miss! Dance, is one way I've learned to reveal it best. Something I've explored ever since I was young, with my magic so closely tied to it. Performing infront of others, well.. I grew over time to realise that some people like the way I dance. Why not show it? And well, find some place to hone the craft, heh.\" - **Vayra offered in full, as truthful as she could! It was hard for her to hide things, only when it was ever so blatant that she had to. For now, she seemed to truly trust this Madam. Simply, it was hard for her to lose such trust for others.** \n.\n\n**Sandals of her own stepping against the Khisfiran streets, lacking in heels and further betraying her height against the Concubi. The stalls caught her eyes clearly, a fun little decoration in their trek through the market. The ambience, offering her the courage to finally question herself.** \n\n\"How about you..? Where are you from, Miss? What got you into this position..?\""
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"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*The Madam's stride remained steady, each step rhythmically reverberating along the street. Eyes remaining forward, she acknowledged Vayra's words with a slow nod, allowing the other woman's words to fill and escape the air surrounding them before her final question caught her by slight surprise. Previously, her silence was a calculated measure of deduction, but that question caused more to swirl in Kallista's mind. The tiefling did nothing wrong, or rude, but the dark-eyed woman's gaze narrowed slightly before relaxing. These days, not many questioned her origins. Either the general public knew the tale of the slave who worked her way to the top (though the gossip mongers of the city likely phrased that differently), or her current status scared off anyone from questioning her. It was not a particularly painful thing to admit, it was a source of pride. Still, it took a bit of an explanation to understand everything that went into her tale, which always seemed tedious.*\n\n\"I was similar to you. However, a long time ago, I was a slave\". *Kallista allowed the words to resonate fully before she continued, her demeanor cool.* \"My so-called 'owners' attempted to stop me many times. I danced in secret and only grew strong due to the support of my fellow slaves. Then, they tried to take my magic. But, here I am, darling\". *Her eyes then returned to Vayra, a flicker of satisfaction highlighting her gaze. Remembering the gloves always seemed to light a fire in the Madam's stomach. Never again would she touch a pair of the horrific accessories, not after they stripped her of her sorcery.* \"I was bought and sold, but I carved my own path to freedom, girl. That is what it means to utilize a gift\".\n\n*The pair came upon a booth filled with all sorts of antique-looking objects. Relics and long-lost artifacts dug up from the sands of the desert, none seemed particularly eye-catching. That being said, Kallista paused there, perusing the goods. The merchant simply smiled and kept to himself as she peered at the rather grimy and sandy objects.*\n\n\"Diamonds in the rough, darling, are as rare as one may imagine,\" *Her tattooed hand moved over the objects as a distant shimmer amidst the pile caught the succubus's eye.* \"But with a trained eye,\" *There.* \"The treasures here are worth more beyond compare,\" *With a swift flick, she pulled what looked to be a metal bracelet of some sort from within the pile. It appeared to be a cuff of some sort, tarnished and dirty. However, as Kallista wiped the face of it with a gentle swipe of her thumb, an engraved surface was revealed. In its swirling pattern, laid several arguably small but glittering black stones. A smile caught on the edge of the woman's lips as she held the piece up to the lanternlight that illuminated the stall.*\n\n\"Hmm, too bad I've got too many\". *At that, she turned to face Vayra, offering the cuff.* \"Seems it would suit you much better than I, don't you think, love?\" *Her smile remained, though her eyes seemed to burn at the edges. The woman was always intense, but there was an uncommon honesty to her tonight. Though she wouldn't outright say anything to Vayra now, she enjoyed speaking between the lines.*\n\n*Placing the now obviously gold onto Vayra's wrist, her smile widened just enough for the other woman to catch a flash of her teeth.* \"Not bad, pretty one~,\" *The succubus murmured in infernal, studying how the jewelry sat against the other woman's grey skin tone. After all, it* ***Did*** *Match Vayra's outfit.*"
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "_At first, the shift in Kallista's tone spelled some regret in the Tiefling's pace. Her gaze evidently observant, her words perhaps not as refined as she'd liked. Yet, the trouble all the more revealed as Kallistas' answer came a tone more serious. Slavery, a fate ever horrid. Vayra seemed to frown upon the retelling, a look of pity and surprise to find the Madam hosting quite the origin. Gently as she listened would Vayra's own pace seem to link well with Kallista. Not nearly as controlled or precise, but off she sauntered beside the Succubi who came to be quite the intriguing company._\n\n_Vayra, often the talkative type, knew better than to interupt. No simple lines to reassure, more clearly would she use her expressions to highlight such reaction. And of the faint pity, soon swarmed by a shared smile after seeing Kallista make her own amends. From rags to riches. Slavery to Madamhood. Kallista was clearly quite the role model, and by her looks, Vayra too took quickly in admiring her history. The flow of conversation worked perfectly with the Succubi, her smooth delivery perfecting the unique timing that was this sudden stall ahead of them. Jewelerry, oh how it fitted so superbly upon the diamonds in the rough. The double meaning was clear, Vayra all too absorbed by Kallista's clever wit to hide the fluster of those charms._\n.\n\n_Eyes narrowed by intrigue at the cuff that the Madam pilfered, evidently drawn in as she stepped forward and watched the brief dusting, and the engraving hidden within! A playful scoff rang out from the Tiefling, utterly brought to disbelief then flanked by ever more as Kallista offered it to her instead. Of course, by her toned down intensity, it was more like she was directed. Struggling to decline, a nod came in response to her words, then her wrist offered as those eyes glanced from Madam to the cuff in quiet inspection. The golden flicker of her eyes soon looming back to Kallista, whose words played like a soothing tool. Gods, was it difficult to hate the woman before her. - Not that she ever desired to._\n\n\"..Not bad, huh?\" - _Vayra seemed to repeat, a playful tune. Easing a moment back to extend her equipped arm and get a far better look at the newly acquired cuff, Vayra couldn't help but try and prod at Kallista's approval. Arm gently raised amidst the market square, the flutter at her fingers as she offered a quick little twirl similar to her earlier performance, tail accompanying her. The gold cuff meshed well with her darker attire, syncing perfectly with the golden accessories at her lip and navel. All in all, a snicker would follow her movements and a notable glance back to Kallista. A tilt, expecting some way of reaction with that fang-filled smirk of hers. It truly had some effect on her._\n\n\"Oh, I love it! You do have a trained eye, Madam! Thank you.\"\n.\n\n_Whether some reaction from Kallista came or not, she had much more to reply to. Formerly silence during Kallista's retelling, Vayra took the moment to approach with a softening smirk. Her glance forced ever upwards due to closeness and height, tail softly curling around her own leg._ \n\n\"A trained eye, that's seen so much. To hear of your origins, and to see you now! Dare I be bold and say it's quite inspiring? Not.. That I'm a slave or anything. Just. - You've come so far!\" _Vayra mustered, quieter than her formerly playful twirls. The words she spoke brought a realisation of her own, an understanding of the potential this interaction truly had. This Kallista was a Master in the trade, and none would dare insult that in Vayra's mind! That fact, causing her to muster whatever words came next._\n\n_Perhaps more coy than ever, Vay's words came to a quick pause as she clearly started pondering. A question soon to reveal itself, mustering up that courage._ \"Do.. Do you teach others, Madam? Would you.. Help teach me, heh?\""
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"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*The Madam's eyes traced the outline of Vayra's form again, studying her approval. Allowing her a moment to accept the gesture, but not enough to stop her, Kallista turned to the merchant in a deceptively quick motion. In a few heartbeats, she produced the necessary payment from a concealed pocket inlaid on the right side of her corset. Another beat and she fished out the appropriate amount of coin, plus a bit extra, from the small pouch that jingled in synchronicity with her bangles with each movement. Once the exchange was finished, her attention returned again to the tiefling.*\n\n*From her stature above, the shadowed edges of Kallista's eyes relaxed slightly as she listened to the girl's joy. The Lion's Den took pride not only in the quality of their business but also in how they treated their employees. Leovyr himself had practically made it his life's mission to do so long before Kallista came along. It was this that truly gained her respect, and that alone was a feat worth bragging about. Leo became not only Kallista's superior but a friend more than anything. Business partners with a close relationship and the Madam would have it no other way. Due to this, she didn't hesitate in this instance. If she were to introduce any girl into this profession, it should be done with the respect that they were so often deprived of.*\n\n\"You flatter me, darling. I appreciate that you see what I have accomplished and understand its value\".\n\n*A hum escaped the older woman as she accepted the girl's praise. One may not be able to tell from her appearance that the succubus was nearly a century old, but at times like this, she felt her age creeping in at the back of her mind. Only here did she truly understand how it felt to be a longer-life species, like the elves. This was what charmed her about Vayra. Her innocence. Her youth, the naivete that comes with it. Both were now rather distant feelings for Kallista- though she dared not state that aloud. After all, the world would be quick to prove otherwise, sending her on some karmic spiral of self-discovery again or another unfortunately self-inflicted outcome.*\n\n*That being said, Vayra's suggestion posed as a question invoked a response from the woman, resulting in a quick raise of her brow. Does she teach? Hah, that was practically all she did these days. From managing maids and behind-the-scenes to choreographing routines and coaching both the dancers and the girls of the house, Kallista rarely seemed to get a moment in the limelight herself lately. Vayra indeed had broken the metaphorical wall separating both of their intentions. It took guts, even if she had stuttered her way through it. Good, she quite liked that spark of not just confidence, but action. Fire in a girl was necessary in this profession. Reservations were useless, to be timid, in this industry, is to be weak. Smile twitching further upward, Kallista's teeth were slightly exposed as she spoke.*\n\n\"But of course, I teach, why do you think the Den is so renowned for dancing these days? Among its many other superior qualities, it is now said to be a place of *Artistic* Entertainment beyond its other activities\",\n\n*Throwing in a wink and slight pause for effect, she moved on, taking a step back from the stall and moving toward the street once more to continue their walk.* \"Now, you wish for me to teach you...\" *As with all other instances of dramatic flair, Kallista offered Vayra intense eye contact, Deep brown irises collided with the gold peering up at her.* \"Oh, don't look so flustered, love, of course I can. I would be most *Elated*, truly. However, I wonder if you know what you may be signing up for\". *A light laugh filled the air between them as she praised her own remark.* \"We may be demonic creatures yes, but do not be so careless as to mistakenly sell your soul~\""
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "_The urge to contest the kind payment for the cuff clearly overtaken by Kallista's words, it truly didn't seem like she'd stand a chance to insist any other way! All there was now, to relax under the intense but welcoming company. To prepare, for the question she raised with her faltering courage. The Succubi started off well, notions of her teaching causing a sparkle in that golden gaze following her. Playful flattery, that Vayra seemed to run with as she chuckled at such a remark._ \n\n\"I wouldn't doubt it was your talents responsible!\" - _Vayra added quickly, cheery for the moment as their pace returned and the Tiefling followed. A passing smile at the merchant at the stall before her attention returning to Kallista. One, who so evidently teased the poor girl. That pause afterwards, her recounting of Vayra's wants. Was it too fast to ask? Was she good enough? Silence spelled more concern, an answer that she grew more and more impatient to hear. And that eye contact, ever intense and spelling doom. All she could do was wait for the Madam, feeling the fluster until her truth finally revealed!_\n\n\"Oh..! Really?\" - _Surprised that these looks were little but trickery, Kallista's words brought her to grand relief. Confidence renewed, her smile growing at the thought of it all. The Tiefling considered closely what else she could say, perhaps more thanks at the opportunity. More flattery, more motions. - Yet her expression revealed it all. She seemed excited, happy with the idea of learning more of performance and the trade! Nothing seemed off-limits with Vayra, no intolerance to follow the Horned one._\n\n_Kallista's next words would sprout a perk at her brow, the laughter causing an awkward snicker of her own at the soft warning. Playfully she scoffed, the closeness of their walk allowing her to lean and murmur more quietly with a fun little smirk. The Infernal tongue apparent._ \n\n\"Oh, I'm not losing the chance to learn from a Master like you. I'll be careful, mhm!\""
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"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*Drinking in the younger woman's praise and attention, Kallista allowed her eyes to close momentarily. The woman's shadowed lids glimmered in the lamplight, though her steps again, never wavered. The feeling was all too familiar, bathing her in the delightful sensation of her version of everlasting life. A low hum escaped her lips, praising both Vayra for her choice and her godly makers for their gifts. Opening those dark brown depths again, she peered at the tiefling beside her, wondering to the lengths at which this woman would follow her. She would not use her powers to convince her, no, that was most immoral, and she respected her employees' boundaries with that kind of prospect. Still, this industry had a reputation for a reason, and the succubus couldn't help but ponder if that was something the pretty grey-skinned girl was up for.*\n\n*Vayra's actions so far... Have indicated a mixed result. Kallista chose her words carefully, her hair fluttering under the edges of the scarf around her head.* \"Careful yes, that is part of the deal...~\" *Eyes met as she continued, tongue smooth as ever.* \"But are you willing to also be more... Daring? Bold? Forward?\" *Her hum returned with a lighter, melodic sound.* \n\n\"Tell me Vayra, do you wish only to dance? Or do you wish for a life like the one at the Lion's Den? You're no fool, love, you know what that may, or may not entail~\"\n\n*As they ventured through the shadowed streets, more stalls thicketed the curb as they made their way through the busiest sector. More crowded here, it seemed as though people parted ways for Kallista's entrance, never impeding her way as she sauntered along, Vayra in toe. Often, there were stolen glances from residents, and hushed whispers in a variety of tongues and accents. The Madam was a figurehead of luxury, protected by the industry. What most also had yet to learn, which amused the woman, was that she too was now protected by the crown- courtesy of Leovyr's new position. As much as this wasn't public knowledge, the image Leo had so carefully crafted often weighed upon her shoulders. It wasn't a bad thing, quite the contrary as it was an honor to hold. However, this was what held the Madam back from speaking frankly. As of now, only she and Leo were aware of this new position and were not exactly keen on sharing it. Still, caution, among her thirst for luxury, was a top priority for the golden-horned woman.*\n\n*Still, Vayra's playfulness continued to catch her attention.* \"Oh darling, you simply *Must* Tell me what you wish for~ Only then can I make your dreams come true~\" *Her voice was softer now, still holding its sophisticated tone of grandeur- but softer nonetheless. As much as she would like to recruit the woman here and now, a few questions needed answering. So, she continued to play this little game of words, stringing the tiefling along as the two women made up their own minds. Kallista respected her hustle, truly. She saw her own self in that- and she couldn't deny the woman's gifts.*"
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "_Ever ignorant to the Succubi's quiet feeding, it would seem that question carried the majority of her focus. Trailing beside the Madam, Kallista's subtle change of tone wouldn't be lost on Vayra. The Tiefling listened as she did, realisation apparent at the true meaning of her earlier words. More than simply care, but boundaries that some likely would never wish to break. The Den and its performances, ever carefully strung by the notion of being daring, bold or forward as Kallista cleverly offered. Their gaze locked once more, and Vayra forced to face the grand music of those intense and flustering stares._\n\n_Of course, Vayra would hold her tongue in contemplation. A passing distraction being the growing crowds that seeemed to disperse upon the attention of Kallista. The company she followed, of a level of importance rarely imagined that the Tiefling Illusionist could get to meet, and now an opportunity present. A choice, that the Madam made very clear what risks it could pose. An entertainer of the Lion's Den. A profession for the most skilled of such talents, yet troubled by the many eyes that often focus upon them. To learn from her, would not simply entail the fun styles of a Tavern dance. Her movements would have to attract, and attract well. Vayra's look seemed to tell it well, her understanding growing ever more clear now. Not just recognised for her talents, but her attraction, too. The perfect blend for a Succubi like the Madam, who so often devoured such adoration. For a Tiefling who so admittedly dresses light, the thought truly puzzled on her decision._\n.\n\n_The softness of her later words would ease Vayra away from her thoughts in the clouds. Still at Kallista's side, keeping up pace in those precious moments of decision-making. She knew better than to stutter her words. The Tiefling had to be confident with her answer, one ever important and potentially life changing. The days as an adventurer and part-time performer seemed idle, upon this meeting with the Madam. The Capital of Khisfire was an imposing force, and often changed many._\n\n_The uncomfortable swirling of her tail finally seemed to ease as Vayra finally found her words for an answer. Instead, lowering down against the dark of her attire. Untouched lips beginning to part, as her wilful silence finally came to a close._ \"No, I am no fool, Madam. Your words, I understand them. Your meaning.\" _Vayra replied as relaxed as she could be, the softest of smiles offered but the Tiefling wouldn't stop there._ \n\n\"Dance is what I've always known, ever since I was a child! The origin of my abilities. The bright spark of my earliest memories. But that side you speak of, that is a trade I hold little experience with. An experience, I'm.. Not afraid to learn from you.\" - _Some way of an answer, finally, and her last words earning a slight sshyness amongst busy crowds before finding that composure again. Admitting her weaknesses, but an eagerness to learn. And quietly, a far less innocent persona behind that Grey skin._\n\n\"As I've said, I wouldn't dare lose this chance! My wish is to learn from the best, and that means learning it *All.* If you think I have what it takes. And, for the Den.\" - _All spoken in the Infernal tongue, an especially fiery tone struck at her last words. The fang-filled smirk of Vayra apparent as she tried best to showcase her desires, to try and ease that caution from the Madam. Choice made, now only seeking the approval of the other involved party._"
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"author": "Kallista, The Madam",
"message": "*Interesting, so very interesting. So, this was the truth of Vayra? Everyone had their secrets, and Kallista intended to keep her own- but she had a nasty habit of collecting others'. Untouched, unsullied, such were some of the* ***Highly*** *Desirable traits of slaves- as much as the common folk didn't like to think of it. Eyebrow arched again, wings of kohl descended upon the tiefling's form again as the Madam reevaluated her based on this new understanding. Slyness crept into the Madam's gaze. Oh, how she could remedy this trouble if permission was granted.*\n\n\"Indeed it seems you do,\" *Her voice slid into infernal as she followed Vayra's proposition,* \"Little one~\". *In a slick swoosh of motion from her tattooed hand, the succubus slipped off her sheer scarves, exposing her glistening horns to the streetlights. As eyes darted to and promptly from the pair, a low hum of contemplation escaped her as her tongue glistened with the demonic tongue.* \"This choice will surely lead to the true beginning of adulthood then, Vayra. You're sure of it then, love?\" *She sensed it in the other woman's eagerness. No, Kallista wouldn't allow* ***That*** *Specific selling point of a girl in her vicinity. It was a degrading, disgusting act to sell one's self like that. In her not-so-humble opinion, this industry was far too comprised of individuals participating without having given prior acceptance to it. Such was life, yes, but not a fair one. And in her, and the Den's, case by proxy, such was unacceptable. The Madam's life may be luxurious and full of grandeur now, but not without deep-seated sacrifices made at an age young enough to be more than simply illegal.*\n\n*Eyes met eyes again, and once more, Kallista's interpretation was proven correct. Oil shone slick and shining on the curve of her lips as strands of deep blue waves caught a soft evening breeze. Silence ensued, long enough to tantalize both parties. A deep breath rippled through her chest as she spoke, returning to the common language. With it, she halted their pace, turning to face what she'd assumed to be her newest pupil- of sorts.*\n\n\"Well, in that case, my darling, I believe it is much too late in the day to be wandering these streets\". *Her pause had allowed them to grow closer in proximity. The faint, intoxicating allure of musky rose and sandalwood surrounded succubus. Scarves surrounded her shoulders, but one could still discern the shapes of her collarbones, the left surrounded by swirling edges of ink.* \"Where is it you are staying? Allow me to... Ensure your safekeeping~\"\n\n*At this point, winking felt pointless. Both of their expressions encompassed all that needed saying, utilizing the illustrious and fickle language of motion, every detail of one's body included in the message. The hush of unspoken intricacies shrouded the two as if the rest of the world had blurred around them. Kallista's nature was wholly on display, an enchanting aura surrounding her as the intensity of their combined gazes burned an inferno between them. But again, much like the common trope of a vampire, she'd go no further without a direct invitation.*"
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "_Vayra's decision seemed well recieved, though truly how could she tell with a silvery tongued devil like the Madam? The eyes of which she watched inspect at her shamelessly, pick apart at the Tiefling who mustered all manner of confidence to reveal her wants. Their conversation notably shifted, and Vayra did little but await quietly the movements of the Madam, and soon the notable halt amongst the crowd. _\n\n_Golden eyes forced sheepishly by Kallista's growing closeness, the scent of the soothing smells and perfume decorating the icon of luxury before her. Vayra had a scent of her own, a local smell inviting themes of Desert flowers. Not a bad scent, but not nearly as lavish as Kallista. Almost overwhelmed by it, the Tiefling finding solace in those intense eyes that practically invited her to join in that trance. And there, the question of where she stayed._ \n\n_Seeking invitation from Vayra, no less! Gaze forced up and longingly focused on Kallista, she couldn't help but remember those well-placed words before. To be bold. To be forward. If she wished to learn, this was the place to start. And behind her coy stares, a mustering of her words and a smile to share._ \n\n\"How sweet of you, Madam. Please, follow me.\"\n\n_Vayra offering softly, a struggle to be so commanding under the intense aura of Kallista. There, establishing her place as she beckoned and moved to lead the Madam off to the room in question. A local Inn room, no less. Nothing bad, but also nothing entirely luxurious._\n\n_A sweet night this had been, one so surprisingly full of opportunities and intriguing company._"
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "**The South of Khisfire has often been tale to the more peculiar landscapes. Stranger cultures, spookier rumours and the upsetting growth of violence that the North often has done well to reduce. But before the Far South reaches with the Badlands of Portan, remains a land holding the shimmer of the north yet the mystery of the south. Maat, a place often left to its slumber and strange rumour would fall victim to the worst of them all: Adventurers! Eager fools looking to seek out riches, by personal greed or a longing to find greater purpose. Whatever the reason, they would find it as a worthy excuse to traverse deep in Maat's mysteries. One particular story came at the discovery of a dusty map off over at the Far friendlier reaches of Nacuzar. A supposed ruin drifting deep within the sands of Maat. A cabal of Witches, nestled in the sands. - And close to the sizeable Pyramid that created all the mystery with the local folk.**\n\n**A clue of such caliber, surely it must have been acquired by an experienced and grizzled team out to hunt for rare trinkets! That it would be no issue at all. But, the hands that clung to it were far less marked in scars, nor the passage of time. A rather youthful, eager Young Mage by the name of Vayra Vakara. Perhaps foolishly she had made earlier attempts to locate these ruins, traversing far yet not so bold as to make her way through the more dangerous heights. A fact, that forced her back to this very moment. A waiver had been created and distributed of her own doing, a call for help within Khisfire. Someone with more experience, a much needed companion. And there, she arranged a meet at the more unwelcoming of Taverns she had seen. Deep in Maat, where eyes observed with little knowledge on their reasons.**\n.\n\n**Murmurs between busy tables set the scene of this Inn. The array of hard working men, older and grizzled by war and conflict. To be near the Badlands was a giveaway that life would be far more difficult than the more optimistic view of the North so close to Alynthi. The bar end remained busy with ample drinkers, most armed and their occupations unknown. But in the corner of the Tavern, lay a figure that stuck out like a sore thumb. Sitting at her lonesome, a Young Tiefling Woman remained with a lone drink and a satchel cradled at her side. A sprawl of maps carefully dotted along the table, surprisingly going about her business as best she could do from the prying eyes.**\n\n**Her skin appeared grey and cold, yet her exterior expressed a surprising warmth. She looked to be someone who liked to smile, finding optimism in even a place like this. Long black hair dangled down to her shoulders, as the sprout of two grown horns remained at the top of her head. Her eyes, almost golden bright; as matched by the occasional dashes of gold in the form of makeup around her eyes, had been so busily scanning away at the maps that it was a surprise she even understood why she was there in the first place. But of course, there remained an occasional scan at the door. Clearly, so desperately waiting for another. Of her clothing, light and Khisfiran. A practical lower met the more styilistic upper, supported by the slight show of skin and sleeves of a bright blue. Naturally, a cloak nestled at her side too yet it seemed she wanted it off at the current moment.**\n\n**An appearance far different to the usual locals of Maat, and there she waited.. In hope, for an experienced adventurer to perhaps help her along!**"
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"author": "Vill Itrius Hondo",
"message": "A large shadow traveled across the sands of Maat, causing its residents to look up in confusion at what would do such and then be awed by the sight of the creature that soared above the town. \n\n Children chased after the glorious griffin as it flew toward where its rider guided it, with its massive wings, taller than two goliaths, giving shade to them as they ran beneath it. A creature of this size was rarely seen this close to the city, and it caught the attention of most who were going about their day.\n\n It could also spell trouble, and with Vill Itrius Hondo, it actually might. \n\n Vill looked down at the town with a slight frown across his face. There was never any space for Bronze, his griffin, to land. He should have come here on horseback, but he never passed on a chance for him to fly. \n\n Besides, it made him look regal despite having no royal status. It was not every day that a person got to gaze upon a griffin. \n\n He eventually found a spot for his mount, a stable close to the gates, but he didn't like it. His reason for visiting was further inside, meaning he would have to walk, and Vill hated walking.\n\nHe frowned at the thought of having to wobble across the uneven roads, but his curiosity had already brought him all this way, so to turn around now would be a waste. \"There, boy.\" He pointed, and Bronze followed the order, kicking up the sand as he slowed to land. \n\n The stable hand stared up at Vill, eyes wide at the red-skinned Tiefling saddled on the back of the beast. He smiled, showing off his fangs that despite sharp were a welcoming sight.\n\n He dressed for the heat in a simple short-sleeved shirt that was covered with a poncho. His hair was still combed even though he had been flying for about an hour, and his rings glimmered with the light of the desert sun. \n\n He was dashing, he knew that, and he was about to use his charm to cheat this man off a few coins that were the standard for keeping a griffin in a stable.\n\n Unfortunately, Vill's charm broke when he slid off Bronze and dropped on his bad leg. He stumbled forward and would have fallen if not for his pet's tail wrapping around his waist. Vill smiled at Bronze as he steadied himself and fetched his cane from the saddle. \n\n \"Good boy, that's a shitload more fish when we get home.\" The griffin huffed, accepting this deal, and only let go when Vill patted his tail.\n\n \"Afternoon,\" Vill greeted the stable hand in common. \"Any chance that my ride can remain here for a while? I have a meeting in town. How much would it be to keep him here?\"\n\nThe stablehand looked at the griffin and scratched his chin, a move popular amongst people who didn't know anything about what they were about to say. Vill grinned at the fault. \n\n Amateur.\n\n The man eventually spoke his price. \"Seven silver.\"\n\n Vill held back a laugh, it often caused about a dozen to house a griffin in other places. Clearly this was a first for the man and he threw a price in the air hoping that Vill, a man brandishing rings, would be okay with such. \n\n \"Four,\" Vill countered in infernal, the language switch caused slight surprise on the stablehand's face. He shifted his footing a bit before responding to Vill. \n\n \"Five.\" He stared at Vill with caution, but Vill's smile hadn't faltered in the slightest. \"And that's all I'll take.\" \n\n \"Deal.\" Vill fetched the coins from his pocket and pressed seven into the man's hand. \"Two more to buy him some good meat. If you don't feed him, I'll know, and then he'll eat you.\" His threat was backed by Bronze letting out a screech behind him. That alone earned him even more fish. \n\n Vill departed the stables and started his walk to the inn. Every step met with a slight but ignorable sting. His sharp golden eyes met the gaze of many who looked his way. He expected some were wondering how easy it would be to rob him, he was a bit eager for them to try such, it was why he left his sword on his saddle. \n\n Maat was a lovely town despite the longing gaze from the unsavory bunch. Children ran about playing, some folk spoke to themselves in groups, and stalls sold food that filled the air with great aroma. \n\n But it wasn't his cup of tea. He rarely visited, but a waiver had interested him and so he found himself here.\n\nHe stopped at a man leaning against a barrel, an arm missing while his other one held a cup full of bronze coins. \n\n There was barely a sense of light behind his eyes, and he hadn't looked up at Vill even though his shadow now covered him. \n\n \"Find solace.\" Vill dropped two gold pieces in his cup, it brought a spark of surprise to the beggars face but by the time he looked up Brakteon was already on his way again. \n\n He made no other stops until he reached the fabled inn. He stopped for a moment, considered turning around, sighed at the thought, and pushed the door open. The eyes of those closest to the entrance turned to him, along with a gaze coming from the far end of the inn. A Tiefling with several maps splayed across her table. \n\n Her.\n\n Vill walked over to the bar and dropped a few bronze coins in the barkeep's hand. \"A good meal for me and my companion down there.\" He left without bothering for change. \n\n Vill stood in front of the lady, assessing her shamelessly. She seemed young, but anyone could be young in this world, like him for instance. He just breached two centuries. \n\n She was dressed perfectly for the weather, but wore no armor and also seemed to lack weapons. Not a fighter. Magic perhaps. \n\n \"Mind if I seat?\" He asked in infernal and didn't wait for a reply before pulling the chair. \"I hope it's not too forward, but I ordered a meal for us. If you're not eating then I'll have it given to someone else.\" \n\n He stretched his hand. \"Vill Itrius Hondo. Your needs caught my attention.\""
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "Ignorant to the tales of Griffin's and Beggars outside, the Young Mage instead became engrossed with the quest of this sudden newcomer. At his entrance, Vayra couldn't help but squint at the figure from afar. She was unsure of just who her notice would attract, so this could simply be another stranger. Of course, until he started directly approaching her.\n\nHaving him stop just infront of her now, Vayra couldn't help but feel inspected. Her eyes now distant from those maps, instead raised up to look upon the Man who so confidently made his presence known. To avoid that awkwardness, she would rather pridefully take the time to inspect at him herself. Red skin, horns and a golden gaze similar to hers. A Tiefling, only made obvious by his questions in the Infernal tongue. And his uniform, freshly Khisfiran yet flickering the trinkets of wealth. Vayra seemed similar in that endeavour, by the necklace she wore despite it only lasting as an heirloom.\n\nWhatever the case, the presence of such a stranger didn't seem to invoke suspicion from the Grey-Skinned Tiefling. The typical look of one more cunning and prepared failed to show, instead the curiousity of an innocent sort. Vill's words launched at her as if a clever barrage, a struggle to deny as he moved straight to business. Perhaps it would invoke irritation, but more simply to her was made all the more curious.\n\n\"..A meal? Really? That's kind of you.\" Catching her composure in the moment, Vayra couldn't help but smile at the sudden gesture. Blanketed under confusion, which seemed to find its answer upon his own introduction. \n\nGlancing to the hand, the Mage would lean to take it, realisation setting in as her fang-filled smile seemed to brighten. \"Ah! Vayra Vakara. Needs? Oh! My waiver, yes!\"\n.\n\nAt the idea that this was just who she expected to meet, the Tiefling would offer an inviting gesture to sit and rather instinctively move the sprawl of maps into a more neater pile. Her accent was distinctly Khisfiran, her words seeming quite cheery despite the meeting of a stranger. Naturally, she couldn't help but look over the Man once or twice as she reorganised herself. Composure collected, her next words would be offered in a far calmer melody.\n\n\"The one thing I wasn't expecting was to be speaking Infernal again. Nor a free meal, heh.\""
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"author": "Vill Itrius Hondo",
"message": "\"I assumed the language part,\" Vill admitted and leaned back into his chair. \"But we are in Khisfire, so it seemed commonplace to speak in Infernal, though if you are more versed in Common, then I can adjust for your comfort.\" He looked at the set of maps pushed aside with curiosity but decided she would be the one to bring up her discoveries in time. \n\n \"And a free meal is a simple kindness for one who must have been here for...\" He glanced towards the maps again. \"Hours, I assume? Must say, your waiver wasn't handed to me, rather I knew someone who saw it and believed my expertise would be of help to you.\" \n\n He did not mention that he had scared the information out of an enemy of his father last week. A man behind on payments had the unfortunate consequence of having to deal with Vill, and desperate to save himself from being Griffin's pellet, he had screamed about her waiver. It had caught his interest and he spared the man from being Bronze's dinner. \n\n Vill did not spare him from falling off the building. \n\n \"So, miss Vayra, lovely name, by the way, to what exactly does your waiver speak of?\" He asked and smiled warmly as the food he had ordered was placed on their table. They also brought wine, but Vill shook his head and muttered that water would be fine before turning back to her. \n\n \"It must be quite an endeavor for you to share out through Khisfire despite the dangers.\""
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "Easing more and more into the company of another, the Grey-Skinned Tiefling would be quick to shake her head, a smile in kind as she considered his words.\n\n\"No, no! Infernal is fine. With how many Loxodon I've met here, I was just expecting to be speaking common again..\" \n\nVill's remark of the free meal brought an intrigued look on Vay's face, a passive acceptance and contemplation before admitting with a nod.\n\n\"Simple or not, it's still a kindness. One, I so appreciate!\" And with that she'd offer a fang-filled smile, pearly whites offered until the mention of her waiver brought her to curiousity. \n\nIgnorant to the rather nightmarish skeletons that he hid, Vay would only be the victim to the deceptive allure of flattery and questions. Calling her name lovely seemed to brighten at her already glowing mood, losing her thought for a moment before the question returned her composure. A tap at her chin, a smile at the server and the food before she decided to spill her quest. \n\n\"Well.. It started with this!\" - A long nailed hand brought forward a specific illustration, the texture of its paper old and worn down. It depicted Infernal writings, the work of a Witches Convent and its whereabouts in Maat. Looking to it, she couldn't help but ponder at it once more. \n.\n\n\"I found it in another ruin, at Nacuzar. Where travellers rarely go, empty deserts hiding rare discoveries! But this find, is something more. A local seer had told me of a history of Witches living in Khisfire long ago. Speaking in the Infernal tongue, holding all sorts of knowledge or so I believe. I.. Tried to find it on my own though, by the Pyramid, but it got too risky. With all the Mystery of this place, I realised I needed help.\"\n\nVay didn't seem too struck at her own pride, honest with her faults as her eyes wandered back to Vill. That smile, returning. \"And that's where you come in! You said you had experience, Vill..? I mean, Mr Hondo.\" The Tiefling wasn't loud persay, but clearly eager. A warm personality, friendly enough in the face of one she just met."
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"author": "Vill Itrius Hondo",
"message": "Vill examined the paper, golden eyes looking over its aged writings. It was in Infernal, old Infernal, some words lost to time, or maybe the ink too faded for him to understand.\n\n The talk of a Witches Convent was common in Maat, stories of gods and monsters within the pyramids, ancient powers undisturbed for ages. It was a mystery he had no proper understanding of despite his age. The thought of having his hands on such was... Tantalizing.\n\n \"You searched ruins by yourself to find this.\" Vill realized he had been too quiet for a moment and decided to make eye contact with Vayra. \"You must be well versed in magic to protect yourself from the creatures that dwell there. Impressive.\" \n\n He put a finger on the paper and ran it across a few words. \"And yes, the pyramids are dangerous, rarely ever searched even by the all-so-popular Adventuring Guild. But the fact that you survived is also commendable.\" \n\n \"Mr Hondo?\" Vill repeated with a small laugh. \"Please, Mr. Hondo is a far too serious term for my liking. Vill is perfectly fine, and yes, not to boast of my ventures, but I often hunt for artifacts. Ruins across the globe often have my name scribbled across the walls, and I also sometimes fund expeditions if I am too occupied to check myself. It's more of a recent act given that. Well.\" He gestured to his leg. \n\n \"Can't be as fast as I wish to be anymore. It's best to take my time with things now, but your waiver made me eager to be in the field once again.\" \n\n He took a bite from his food and gestured toward where the pyramids would be from their current position. \"So, we need to get to the pyramids. Since you have been there recently, I'm guessing you have some idea of what you're looking for. Any clues as to what we will be searching for?\""
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "Naturally after her prior words, Vayra found the perfect time to dig into her gifted meal. Eating rather quietly, her attentions still focused at the words of Vill and the adventure ahead. It would only take the swallow of her recent bite before she offered with that acknowledging nod. The eye contact practically forcing her to respond.\n\n\"Ha! You think so..? I'm a Sorceress, mhm. But, rarely a fighter. - My trick is making them think I was never there! So easy to do when alone. Not so much with this new ruin..\" Vayra reasoned, the knowledge of her magics now confirmed. Yet, specifics still remained in the shadows. Though, a few schools of magic could be assumed. \n\nShe was about to comment on the Adventurers Guild until the incoming laughter of her seated companion, realisation set at the topic of the Famed Mr Hondo. Vay couldn't help but snicker back, a thought in mind before her words came just as quick. \n\n\"But... Mr Hondo sounds so important! Mmh, fine. I'll call you Vill, if.. If you call me Vay! Catchy, no..?\" - The Tiefling offered playfully enough, a token of trust for the Red skinned Tiefling before enjoying the tale of his accomplishments. \n\n\"Really..? Across the globe? So you've been everywhere..? Even Kara-Tur..?\" - A moment of sympathy came for the injury at his leg, though the topic of Kara-Tur intrigued this Tiefling the most. A secret ambition of her lurked there, a quest of her own. \n\n\"..I know only the patterns we need to keep an eye out for. Similar to the designs on the map I found! Of the treasure inside? I'm not too sure, no..\""
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"author": "Vill Itrius Hondo",
"message": "\"Of course, I believe so.\" Vill flicked his wrist and an illusion came to life on the table. A satyr dancing a jig with a wide grin across her face. \"Trickery is my forte as well. The art of taking your opponent's eyes off you to win a fight is believed to be dishonorable, but those other people are just jealous they can't have what we have.\" He snapped his finger and the satyr took a bow as it vanished into dust. \n\n \"And as important as Mr. Hondo sounds, I would prefer Vill, and I will be fine with calling your Vay.\" He chuckled. \"Vill and Vay, we sound like a dynamic duo, no? Very catchy.\" He would admit that Vay's joyful attitude amused him; it reminded him of his young days. \"Not much would be able to withstand the skills of our combined might.\"\n\n At the mention of Kara-Tur, a sense of calm washed over Vill. The kingdom in the sky was always a pleasant place to visit, his home away from home, and not even Lazaroth compares its beauty. \"Yes, I have been to Kara-Tur. I always visit there with my mother when she is free from all her business. It is where I got Bronze, my griffin. He was born from the finest stock that they have.\" \n\n Their most brutal stock as well, but he kept that out. Bronze was a battle mount and has been of great help to Vill too many times to count. \n\n The lack of information on the treasure did worry Vill slightly. Too many times have expeditions been fruitless. \n\n The journal of a human from the Era of Light crumbled in his hands, and a claw from a fell dragon turned out to be the fang of a Mesodile, so all in all, he never liked going into a situation blind. Testing his luck could only get him so far. But he held back the disappointment.\n\n\"Well, if it's protected, then there's a high chance that there is something worse while.\" He rose from his chair, leaning on the cane a bit to help his balance. \"Shall we? I did not pay the stablehand for that long of a keep, and Bronze scares horses.\" Or eats them."
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "And just how Vill's words spoke of the art, Vay would especially fall for the illusion that flickered on their table. The satyr with a jig, earning Vay an especially keen smirk as it vanished away into dust by the snap of that finger. Her gaze, ever naturally, returned to look upon Vill.\n\n\"Ha, I knew it! They can call it dishonorable all they want. They all underestimate it, afterall!\" - Vay seemed to have a token of pride for her magic, ever more eager to talk to Vill as their meeting continued. Of course, failing to mention her other magic school by the distraction of a dynamic duo.\n\n\"Vill and Vay! Stop, you're giving me ideas..\" - The concept of a team up caused her to smile, a bright optimism struggling to fade as she nodded in acceptance of their supposedly combined might. \n\nBut, the mention of Kara Tur was something else entirely to her. Her eyes grew wider under every word from Vill, enough to the point where she froze at the very idea. The wonder of the moment hit her, until a specific phrase completely broke her want to listen.\n\n\"..Bronze, your... Griffin?\" The Tiefling practically froze at the concept, clearly having been sheltered in Khisfire for quite some time. To then hear that it was here of all places, did it force her to do a double take. \n\n\"Its here?\" - After her words would she ease on up to her feet, starting to brush away the scoop of her maps back in that satchel. A grip upon her cloak now nestled to her side, would she remain eager to follow just previously this kind stranger."
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"author": "Vill Itrius Hondo",
"message": "Vill smiled at the awestruck expression that painted Vayra's face. It was common to be surprised at the mention of a griffin mount, it was rare to come across the creature in this sandy Kingdom. \"He is here. If there was enough space for his wings, I would have him come this way and carry us off.\" He started walking towards the door. \"I stabled him close to the town's gate. He is quite the sight.\"\n\n As the two walked down the street, Vill looked back to see if anyone was following them. Infernal was not uncommon among Khisfirians, anyone could have picked up on their conversation and tagged along, hoping to get in on their score.\n\n It was a common tactic he used when in the Thievery guild, it often surprised him just how oblivious people could be, walking and chatting while he was barely a few steps behind. \n\n For now, nobody came to view. That didn't exactly mean that they were alone, it could just mean that their followers were well hidden. It did not matter much though, because If anyone showed he was confident he could take them. \n\n In fact, he was interested in seeing Vayra defend herself. She spoke on her magic, and he believed in that, but one always needs to finish off an enemy, otherwise, they got back up. And that was always annoying.\n\n He noticed the beggar he passed earlier eating something at a stall. The man looked at Vill and waved erratically, but Vill gave a simple little nod and carried on. \"A friend I made on my way here,\" He explained to Vayra.\n\nWhen they reached the stable, Vill noticed that all the horses had backed themselves into a corner, giving Bronze, who had a slab of meat in his beak, a lot of space. \n\n The stablehand also stood a good distance from Bronze, muttering something beneath his breath until his eyes met with Vill's and he gathered himself. \"I bought the meat!\" He yelled, and Vill grinned; his threat had been effective. \n\n \"Thank you,\" Vill said with false appreciation and called his pet. \"Bronze.\" Vill pointed to Vayra beside him. \"Ally,\" He told him in Aarakocrian, it was the language the griffin had been trained in even though he also understood Common. \"She can pet you.\"\n\n He turned back to Vayra and gestured her towards Bronze. \"Go on,\" He said in Infernal. \"He's waiting.\""
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "Vayra couldn't help but feel so positively overwhelmed! Finding the perfect ally for her delve, one with offerings of free meals and wondrous Mounts! Any such suspicions would have been washed away in the surprise of it all, following along with her things neatly packed in preparation for the journey ahead! Unlike Vill, she had no bother for the lingering Thieves that lurked. A positive strut in her step, her optimistic nature outward and open in a place like Maat!\n\nAnd throughout their walk would she spot the friendly waves of that beggar. To recognise Vill, it would indeed make her curious. They seemed friendly enough, with Vill explaining. An idea, further enabled, that this Vill was truly a nice man. The kindness of a meal, now the friendly waving, all bringing Vayra into that facade of safety and trust. Unaware of the skeletons that lurked in his closet. \n\nBut enough of that! Finally reaching the stables, Vay offered a slower approach behind the Red-skinned Tiefling. A brief shyness before she spied the creature named Bronze, eyes going wide. The very creature was a glory for her eyes, towering any horse and competing with likely the best! Her eyes remained solidly locked upon Bronze before Vill offered his beckon, a moment in disbelief. \n\n\"He is..? Uhh..\" - Varya muttered to herself before finding that breath of composure, confidence slowly renewed as she moved closer to the Griffin awaiting her. Every step, she felt the natural feeling of worry shift to wonder at such an interaction. A trust, with this Tiefling she just met moments ago. A hand reached up slowly, to offer a caress likely softer than most that petted at the creature. A kind touch, that wouldn't impose itself so forcefully upon the creature.\n\n\"Hi, Bronze.. There, there.. Heh..\""
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"author": "Vill Itrius Hondo",
"message": "Bronze looked down at the new ally of his master, cocking his large feathered head to the side a bit as he examined the approaching tiefling. \n\n He looked between them with his sharp eyes for a moment before leaning down to be the height of Vayra, his massive size only made more intimidating when he ruffled his wings. \n\n The griffin stepped forward into her touch, beak first, then rolled his head to meet her more, he even brushed his tail along her cheek before he finally sat straight. \n\n Vill walked over and patted Bronze's side. \"He will get us to wherever we need to go, he's used to the desert heat.\" Bronze screeched in agreement, stomping his paw into the sand with pride. \n\n \"He also likes treats, and being a friend means you have brought his appetite upon your wallet. But I will deal with that issue.\" \n\n He gestured for the stablehand to come over, and he did so with an awkward shuffle. \"Table,\" Vill simply said, and the man retrieved one and backed away. \n\n \"Now.\" Vill tapped the table. \"If you could chart a course and give a bit more insight into what you think we might be dealing with, we can fly off and make camp before nightfall. The desert is barely friendly even when the sun goes down, but it would be best to get rest before we meet whatever awaits us.\""
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "The Griffin's first movements brought a daunting reminder to Bronze's sheer dominant height over her. A fact of how helpless the Tiefling would be if it wished to strike at her now. But of course, that never came! The rush of worry fizzled as quickly as it appeared, Bronze's lean into her touch and brushed at her cheek bringing a playful giggle from the Infernal one. A lean of encouragement, and a successful stoke at the beak as she took in all the wonder of Bronze! Her first gaze into Kara-Tur, an ambition close to her thoughts.\n\nVay couldn't help but smile at Vill as he approached, momentary surprise flickering into a deeper smirk at the realisation of what would come next. Vayra was so clearly impressed. \n\n\"..We're going to fly there? Heh, right. I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore. I trust him!\" \n\nThe brief mention of treats brought out that familiar giggle, hands moving to her hips as she watched with a narrow at her eyes. \n\n\"Issue..? For Bronze, that's no issue! If you say he can get us there, then we should spoil him, hm..?\" - Vay countered, words a tone serious yet flooded by the playfulness of this moment. One could tell, it was hard to get on her bad side. However that looked, a mystery for now. \n\n\"And.. Right!\" - Moving to the presented table, a curious look focused on the rushing stablehand before unfurling her pack and setting a larger map down from her belongings. Unrolled, she would slowly trace that devilish nail along the specific route in mind. Into the more uncharted stretch of Desertland. Not within the Pyramid, but close! The coven likely wouldn't make their business so blatant. \n\n\"From there, to there! From where I looked, I found quite the old entrance within the sands. Ruins, patterns everywhere dotting similar to that map. Magical, the place felt. But, I saw no creatures around.. Atleast, on the outside.\""
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"author": "Vill Itrius Hondo",
"message": "Vill examined the map with Vayra, golden eyes searching for any sort of clue as to what they were going to face there. \n\n An ancient Coven operating in Khisfire would have every which way to keep their work hidden, which meant they were going to deal with traps... Or enemies. \n\n Vill tapped the page, tracing the distance before looking towards the sky. Bronze was fast, so he could get them there tonight, but flying was tiring, and Vill was sure they would need their energy for what stayed in the ruins.\n\n \"The entrance in the sand might be trapped,\" Vill told her. \"Because it's the most obvious. If you were running a secret and illegal coven, then you would want a secret way to enter. We'll check the ruins for any sign of an entrance, and if we don't find anything, then we go through the main entrance. Carefully.\" \n\n He adjusted his poncho and checked the supplies in Bronze's saddle. He had food, water, more money, and an extra tent. \n\n He was unsure when he put the last thing, but he guessed it was just luck. \n\n \"We would not reach the ruins tonight. We both can see, but I am more worried about what would be waiting for us there. We just need to camp out the night and head there in the morning. Or we can stay here, get a proper inn, then leave by sunrise. The choice is yours.\""
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"author": "Vayra Vakara",
"message": "The Eager Tiefling observed every trace and utter of her newfound companion. His words made sense, all earning him the cheery nods of his Gray-skinned employer. Golden eyes looking upon the map, connecting the dots while they planned. \n\n\"A secret entrance, yes! And most likely magical, judging by the Coven.\" - Vay added, simply. What came next however seemed to bring a decision along the road. Her own choice, my how generous! Both options seemed to have their bonuses and their faults. A camp at night at dangerous. A proper Inn seemed.. Not in the Adventuring mood. If Vill hadnt yet scoped out the personality of this Tiefling, then her reply would answer it. \n\nA momentary contemplation, finger at her chin before she smiled and pointed at the map. \"If you're gonna let me choose, then I say we camp out! Are we really adventurers if we stay inside here..? Mhm!\"\n\nVay smirked at her own words, eyes perked over to Vill as she awaited his reply. Clearly optimistic, this Tiefling would be hard to make depressed!"
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"author": "Vill Itrius Hondo",
"message": "Naive. \n\n Vill had observed it for a while but had not been certain because if anyone knew how to put on an act, it was him. \n\n The woman before him must still be young, her vibrant nature not smothered by the cruelty of this world. Not yet, anyway. \n\n However, Vill saw no reason to have her eagerness for adventure taken away. Not too long ago, he thirsted for adventure and would blindly follow all who showed that they knew the way. \n\n Still, she might be hiding something, her power, for all he knew, might be more volatile than his, and he had met many young sorcerers blessed with mana beyond their age. If she was one of these people, Vill knew he had to be cautious, for now. \n\n \"Then climb on, my dear.\" Vill mounted his griffin and stretched a hand to aid her up. \"Adventure waits for nobody. If we are fast enough, we should find an adequate spot before the sun retreats. Somewhere a little higher than the ground, so the problems of the sand do not bother us. Then we go to this place and see what treasure these ancient witches have kept to themselves.\""
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"author": "Lysanthir Tauriel Olagwyen, Master of Laws | Lazaroth",
"message": "High up in the balcony of the second floor hidden by the shadows of the long purple banners stood Lord Lysanthir Tauriel Olagwyen, Master of Laws for the kingdom of Lazaroth. Long and far from home was the councilor, but it was worth it in his eyes. Dressed in a blood red suit that hugged the tall lord's form, buttons were clasped across his chest and a cloak hung from his back and shoulder. The cloak was long, barely an inch above the floor so as not to trip him or anyone that may have walked behind him. A black belt wrapped around Lysanthir's waist, though no weapons were found upon it. The collar on his suit rose high around his neck, but no so much so that it made him look ridiculous, just enough to make Lysanthir look a bit more mysterious and terrifying all at once. Finally, the boots 'round his feet rose up to his shins, a great contrast to the blood red of the majority of the rest of his outfit. In his hand, a metal goblet of deep red wine, reminiscent of the liquid that kept him so full of life.\n\nLysanthir nearly looked like a statue, though if not for his outfit many who passed him by may have very well believed he was. None from the ballroom floor would be able to see him, allowing the lord to remain relatively alone and unbothered as he listened to the music from the stage. Each performance was different from the last, and while one might believe a musical connoisseur such as Lysanthir would scoff at such displays, the vampire knew each was important to the artist performing which he admired deeply. After all, Lysanthir was a bard at heart.\n_ _\n\nFor a moment, the visions turned into bliss. The smell of Calitherien, her smile, her mannerisms and habits of flooding back to Lysanthir's mind. She could never speak, but she could tell a story with a simple look. Faint tears began to from in the corner of the councilor's eyes, and for a few fleeting second he was home. Calitherien was there beside him as she had always been, and even through the loss of their child she smiled for him. Only for him. The aching in Lysanthir's heart only grew, and yet he was forced to live forever with such torment.\n\nFinally, the visions of Calitherien receded and Caleesi remained her golden haired self. Now, all the councilor could do was stare and watch as the Grandmistress enjoyed the ballroom and music. Lysanthir wished to descend to her, perhaps attempt to talk to her without frightening her... But before he could even remotely decide what to do with himself, the music died down and a new presence arrived on the stage. For a moment, Lysanthir ignored it, but when the individual began to speak he finally dragged his ice-like gaze off of Caleesi and to the stage. Furrowing his brow, the vampire listened, but what he heard made his blood boil.\n\n*\"I hope you enjoy the tune, grandmaster.\"*\n_ _\n\nLysanthir's nostril's flared with anger, but he tried his best to compost himself. For all he knew, the little man upon the stage was nothing more than a friend to the grandmistress. That was all. *A friend.* Sipping his wine, Lysanthir's eyes never left the songbird as he sand his tune. Eventually he cast he gaze back to the grandmistress, and the way she smiled and began to sway caused Lysanthir's hands to tremble. What was their relationship? Who was this little songbird to her? Back and forth the vampire's eyes danced, gauging both Caleesi and the performer's expressions and movements like watching a clock tick by. \n\nSoon enough, the songbird's song came to a close and Lysanthir's demeanor slowly began to calm down once more. Breathing more calmly, the councilor watched quietly with darkened eyes, his once ice-blue gaze now much darker, like the deepest part of an ocean. But when the songbird chose to leave the stage and head towards Caleesi, Lysanthir's heart raced once more. *Thumpthump, thumpthump, thumpthump.* Faster and faster it beat, and all Lysanthir could do was watch as the man that had just serenaded the grandmistress placed his grimy claws upon her form. Touching her shoulder, her face, her hair- *And then his words reached the law master's ears.* With hearing like that of a bat, Lysanthir could make out ever breath the two breathed and ever word the two spoke. Calling her *Beautiful?* Touching her like she belonged to him? No- NO! She belonged to-\n_ _\n\nWithout realizing it Lysanthir had bent the goblet in his hand so much that wine had begin to spill from its rim unto the floor. The lord's breathing had turned ragged with rage, and his entire body seemed to tremble. Thankfully no one was near when it had happened, and all those below him could not see or hear him for the time being. The vampire's eyes had become just as red as the wine and his outfit, but a bit darker than usual. All Lysanthir could think of now was sinking his teeth into that damned little bird and bleeding him dry. The two had begun to dance, and all the poor man could do was watch in fury and disbelief. How dare he touch her. How dare he speak to her in such a way.\n\nIt took everything, ever fiber of the man's nerve to not whisk Caleesi away. To shove that songbird into the marble floor of the ballroom. Nevertheless, he stood and watched helplessly as his heart screamed at him to go to her, while his head raged at him to take her away. And so, with nothing more than a heavy heart filled with rage and misery, Lysanthir watched on, unable to do anything but stare. As he watched, the vampire raised a hand and the wine he had spilled began to dance upward. The goblet in his hand soon began taking its original form, and was then filled with the spilled alcohol from before. Opening his hand, the goblet disappeared completely in a faint snap."
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"author": "Queen Dhakashira Runacri | Matriarch of Wolves",
"message": "A swirl of black shadow billowed to life behind Lysanthir, seemingly impenetrable despite the efforts of the festive lighting. From its depths emerged his queen, wrapped in champagne silk, sauntering from her inky entrance. At last the light washed over her, its warm glow illuminating the drow's dark skin, glinting off her adornments. A ribcage of glittering gold encased her own, fitting snugly to her waist. Along her bare back ran the remnants of a spine, framed by gold filigree like some macabre piece of art. Her amber eyes looked beyond her Master of Laws to the source of his fury. Following his gaze she found the answer to a question her and Corinthian shared.\n\n\"The reason for your absences, I assume?\" As she spoke Ashira stepped forward to stand at his side, summoning a drink from a passing tray below, \"I can certainly understand why..\" She raised the glass to her lips, watching the woman dance over its rim. The longer she observed the stranger the more familiar she seemed, until finally realization twisted the queen's stony expression. *Calitherien.* The rage he emanated made far more sense now. He had said nothing to her, which caused a flare of indignation. Lysanthir knew her greatest secrets, her fears.. Brushing aside her own feelings, something she was quite accustomed to, Ashira turned to her magic.\n_ _\n\nFrom the enchantress poured a feeling of calm, gentle waves of reassurance and serenity. She inhaled deeply, masking her own relaxing breaths by lifting her drink once more. Her efforts were as much for herself as they were for her companion. The queen was deeply unfond of these events, and had managed to avoid them for many years. Her endless efforts to become a better ruler meant socializing however, and so here she was. It had been sometime since she had experienced an episode, but public appearances such as this brought her fears to the surface. With a harsh exhale she pushed her doubts aside, straightening at Lysanthir's side. Ashira raised her chin as she looked down upon those below.\n\n\"Do you want me to intervene? He could hardly say no to a royal's request to dance.\" This was how she showed her affection, managing simple gestures as she could. She fixed her amber gaze on him, a hint of warmth in her glowing eyes, expression otherwise frigid. Risking a dance was certainly better than risking Lysanthir carrying out whatever horrid thing he was likely considering doing. Her attention shifted to the couples twirling at the room's center, and she wondered briefly if she could even manage such elegance. Her grace in battle was unsurpassable, but on the dance floor? Her calm wavered momentarily, the effects of her doubt rippling out through her waves of magic. Ashira was confident in many things, but the glittering world of socialites was new and daunting. Her empty hand balled into a fist, nails biting her flesh, she would conquer this new obstacle as she did all others.\n_ _\n\nLeaving Lysanthir to consider her offer she sought out the third of their party, Corinthian. Her gaze flitted from one handsome, well dressed man to the next, seeking her Spy Master. He had permitted her the kindness, or perhaps pity, of teaching her to dance before Sorevelle. Asking for help had nearly choked the life from her, but she couldn't arrive unprepared. Part of her hoped the evening's first dance could be with familiar company, but she had lost Corinthian shortly after their arrival. Ashira finished her drink, draining the last of the liquid courage from her glass, before sending it away with a wave of her hand.\n_ _"
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "A second black shadow of thick inky mist pooled on the left side behind Lysanthir and his Queen, Dhakashira. A heavy scent of fairie wine and fruit engulfed the higher level of the stairwell before a tall figure would emerge from it's shadow. Standing just a few inches shorter than his council-mate, Corinthian could be seen peering down over the balcony to whatever soul seemed to have been chewing on his dear friends' bones. The cruel lords' pupiless black eyes scoured from head to head until finally resting on a particular bottle blond- causing the golden magic swaying within the males eyes to dance in a dangerous tango. A wicked grin crawled along Corinthian's jaw as he flexed his muscle teasingly, eyes wavering back and forth between Lysanthir and his little obsession. It was true, she *Was* Beautiful. \n\n\"Well, well, well, do my eyes deceive me, or did Yevina have a daughter?\" Sucking air through his teeth, Corin shook his head slowly as he watched the pair dancing below. A low chuckle playing from his throat. He knew far too well of Lysan's absence as of late, but never would it occur to the elf that the old man had truly taken a liking to another soul. Slumping forwards, Corinthian braced his arms along the marble railing, his cold gaze trailing off to the rest of the room's surroundings. It was normal for the spy lord to be late to such frivolous festivities, however, it wouldn't be much of a party if the trouble maker didn't attend. In truth, with how the Master of Laws had carelessly handled his outburst, Corin pondered on if either of the boys would last the whole night here in Thyseer- After all... He too was looking for a certain female to seek out. \n_ _\n\nDressed in a far more darker attire than that of his co-workers, Corinthian donned simple black dress pants with a white blouse that opened up to show off his perfect skin. Gold chains decorated neatly against the shades of white, as well as the elegant black cape that wrapped around his shoulders- swirls of saffron dancing around the edges just like the magic wavering within his hollow eyes. Hungry, the cruel lord searched the ballroom for none other than princess Delsandra. As it was the only reason Corinthian attended within the first place. He hoped to have taken his arrival for her by surprise- eager to see her face rotting with the utmost irritation to his presence. With no sign of the eladrin just yet however, a long, exasperated frown now dragged the corners of Corin's mouth. He let out a *Huff* Of a sigh through his nose before bending back upon his two legs and snagging a goblet of own once a tray had lingered his way. \"Do *You* Even know how to dance, Lysanthir? Ha- I'd love to see you get caught up on the dance floor...\" \n\nShooting a playful smirk towards Olagwyen to then rest on his queen, Corinthian bathed in the chaos that was unraveling before them. Even the look on Dhakashira's face was riveting to see given she hadn't gotten out into the party scene. Upon the queen's request however, Corin took a long swig of his wine before trailing his tongue along his teeth, silently snaking his way over towards her side as he spoke. \"*No one* Could say no to you, my Queen.\" The Spy Master insisted with the pluck of the royals hand. Bending down by the waist, Corinthian planted his lips gently against Dhakashira's backhand, his eyes locked on her through the forefront of his brow all the while a sinister grin stretched his face. By no means was the councilman disrespecting his queen, but having a bit of fun nonetheless. For she knew of his playful nature more than anyone, and Lysanthir of course hated when Corinthian kissed ass in front of him. \n_ _"
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"author": "Lysanthir Tauriel Olagwyen, Master of Laws | Lazaroth",
"message": "The moment magic began to coalesce behind him, Lysanthir knew exactly who approached from his rear; the queen. Stiffening his jaw, the councilor didn't even need to glance her way to know who it was, as her scent alone was more than enough. At his side, Dhakashira spoke to him of his absences, the muscle in his jaw noticeably tensing at such a mention. Swallowing the dryness in his throat away, Lysanthir remained silent for the time being before a sudden wave of magic washed over him like a gentle breeze. Ashira's magic was strong indeed, as soon the tenseness in Lysanthir's muscles slowly faded away. The look on his face of disdain however, remained. \n\n\"No need, your grace.\" Lysanthir's deep and commanding voice rolled out of his chest calmly, his eyes still glued to the she-elf far below them. \"I've already spoken with some of the festival's coordinators and Princess Delsandra herself. Much to her irritation and reluctance, she's allowed me to-\" Lysanthir stopped speaking the moment he felt more magically energy emerge beside him. Those wide, icy blue eyes quickly dulled when with nothing more than a gentle inhale he smelled the presence of councilor Corinthian. A sigh fell from his nostrils, the eladrin's comment causing the high elf to roll his eyes. \"As a matter of face I do, councilor, though thank you for your concern in the matter.\" Shooting a glare towards the councilor, Lysanthir then looked back over to Ashira, his tone calming down significantly when addressing her.\n\n_ _\n\"As I was saying, the princess has given me permission to perform a demonstration of sorts. A chance to show those lesser than ourselves the art of dance.\" Lysanthir's eyes once again shot over to Corinthian, but for only a second. As he finished speaking he felt Corinthian brush around him to the other side of the queen. Rolling his eyes, Lysanthir shook his head to himself as the eladrin plucked the queen's hand to kiss. When the Spy Master had finished kissing up to Ashira however, Lysanthir added on to his words from before. \"I've- I've also requested a spot in the performance line-up. To sing.\" Looking down at the rings on his hands, it was more than obvious that Lysanthir was not only uncomfortable, *But nervous.*\n\nCorinthian may not have known this, but Ashira most definitely would. Lysanthir, long before he became an immortal monster, was a singer at heart. He'd perform for his mute wife day in and day out, writing songs for her and performing them for her alone. Never before had the vampire sung in front of a crowd, though with the help of magic he intended to have the crowd's eyes elsewhere than on him. \"It won't be till much later in the night however. As for now, I'll do the dance demonstration here shortly, after the Iron Stag performs in fact.\""
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"author": "Queen Dhakashira Runacri | Matriarch of Wolves",
"message": "The queen waited with her usual patience as the pair shot retorts like wicked arrows, always feigning intent to harm but never truly following through. A nuisance to one another, certainly, but they failed to exhibit the true vile feelings of honest enemies. At least in her presence. As Lysanthir continued she fixed her attention on him, the honey hues of her eyes catching the warm light.\n\n\"I look forward to it, as I look forward to all of your undertakings.\" Lysanthir was a man of many talents, he never ceased to impress his queen. Over the years she had picked up bits and pieces of his skills, but had not yet lived the many years required to perfect them all as he had. Before she could speak further on the matter Corinthian's roguish behavior stole her away. \n\nAn equally sinister smile curved Ashira's lips as she looked down on her Spy Master, \"Let's hope that remains true for our future endeavors..\" Her plans were not focused solely on fanciful events, serious matters would soon follow. For now, however, the evening was to be enjoyed. As Corinthian stood straight once more, his hand parting from hers, she briefly pressed her own to his jaw. She reminded herself of the deep affection she felt for him, certain he would cause some trouble before the night's end, \"Darling devil..\" Ashira murmured affectionately, a soft sigh parting her lips. It was then that Lysanthir revealed further plans for the event, plans that immediately required all of her focus. \n_ _\n\nThe queen knew what this meant, the significance, the feelings it was likely evoking. She gave Corinthian a look, a single warning to tread carefully or risk her wrath. Ashira may have been uncomfortable amongst the many partygoers, wrapped in a too tight gown, unsure of what to do, but... There were no doubts, no hint of hesitation, when it came to the queen and how to effectively wreak violence. Whether a side effect of her longterm coupling with the Hym, or a natural trait, Ashira enjoyed that she was quite capable of causing harm. Perhaps it provided the sense of power she lost when the Hym entered her life, healed the helpless feeling it forced on her.\n\nHis nervousness traversed her magical connection, and in response she sent another surge of calm, \"Your performance will be magnificent, and will make enduring all of this,\" She gestured to the happenings below with a flippant wave of her ringed hand, \"Worth it.\" A genuine smile adorned her face, so unlike the impish look her and Corinthian had shared. Ashira didn't carry on beyond that. The queen had spoken her comfort, and felt it best not to dwell on the anxieties of such a tremendous task. Her hand strayed briefly toward him, fingers wrapping over his arm. She squeezed gently before retreating, the entrance of another royal reason enough to part from the current topic.\n_ _\n\n\"The Iron King..\" Lazaroth's queen closed the distance between herself and the balcony's railing, her hands settling atop its smoothly finished surface. With her time of forced solitude she could not recall the last time she had seen the Alynthi royal, certainly they had not been in one another's presence since his coronation. Since his father's passing. Pain shot through her chest, threatening to pierce her rapidly beating heart. The ache of loss. An eldritch sound began to build in her head, a horrid shriek that gave way to disquieting laughter. The Hym, amused by her anguish, pleased with its work. Her lids fell shut, encouraging focus. Ashira was immobile, save for a faint twitch along her jaw and the steady rise and fall of her chest. Deep, slow breaths invited calm as she battled the foul creature in the confines of her own mind. \n\nThe voice of Alynthi's king failed to penetrate her thoughts. His words were merely a distant murmur, as though heard through water. Ashira fought to anchor herself, promptly and without incident. When the first note sounded it too was muffled, but she *Felt* It, a hum that resonated through her very core. She followed the ensuing sounds, confining the Hym to its prison, each resounding chime guiding her back to the ballroom. Her gaze fell upon an unexpected scene, a beautiful display that only grew more awe-inspiring as it progressed. Captivated by the masterful manipulation the queen remained still, until the final note. As King Astalios rose from his bow Ashira's hands met in applause, joined by all others who eagerly expressed their ardent appreciation of his performance.\n_ _"
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "Truth be told, Corinthian didn't know much about Lysanthir's personal life. Definitely not as much as the Queen had known. Each time the Spy Lord had tried to sink his claws into the world of the vampire's past... He'd end up on a cold lead, or dead end. So naturally, when hearing about the Lawman's idea to perform, it did come as a shock to the eladrin. Raising a brow of curiousness towards both Ashira and Lysan, Corinthian stood back to his original height and crossed a firm arm over his chest- the other swirling wine within his goblet idly. '*Damn, he seems genuinely serious about this.'* Corin thought to himself as he observed Olagwyen. There was truly no form of sarcasm anywhere on the councilman's face but- *When was there ever?* While it certainly was all fun and games for the Cruel Lord, knowing his boundaries amongst his peers- especially within the presence of his queen no less- was something Corinthian could understand to a degree. \"Well, Save some of the spotlight for the rest of us will you?\" Speaking out cheerfully, Corin's tone held no bite to his words. It was his own way of telling his partner to have fun, do well, and most of all enjoy the night. Nodding off silently towards Lysanthir should the two's eyes meet, Corinthian couldn't help but think back to the woman he was seething over moments earlier. \n\n*Who was she to him?* \n_ _\n\nFrustrated by the secrecy, Corinthian's attention was reeled back in by the hot touch of Dhakashira's loving hand tracing along the man's jaw. Snapping his black gaze back towards the Queen, the golden magic within his pupiless haze danced in a frenzy- Corin's smug grin disappearing by the rip of his silver cup as it tipped up to reach his lips. Never breaking their eye contact, the Spy Master tilted his head into the palm of his Queen as he licked his lips clean of any red liquor; that toothy white smile flashing to the words of such a dangerous nickname. No words needed to be said in those moments entangled with the woman, Corinthian knew how his night would unfold before it even began, and he was sure Ashira had a feeling for it as well. Nevertheless, the glare she poised next offered enough context for Coin to behave fro *Now.* And that he did.\n_ _\n\nReturning his focus forwards, the elven man relaxed his shoulders as he listened to the plans of the wolves unravel. Eagerly did the Cruel Lord's sights travel from section to section however, searching for the event of the night- *His* Event of the night so to speak. Tapping his finger along the steel of the goblet, Corin couldn't help the impatience of his temper, after all, if all were to fail tonight- there could be a chance of the Spy Master getting banned from Thyseer. Then all would know the dirty secrets of Corinthian... And that weighed too heavily on the man's shoulders. Nevertheless, the need to search out Delsandra wasn't *Just* For show. No, he had questions that needed to be answered. A darkened glaze enveloped the man's eyes as he narrowed down into the sea of dancers below, his jaw tensing at the thought of seeing the princess emerge from the crowd. *Oh how he'd hate to see her undenying beauty.*\n\nSimmering within his own hatred, Corinthian's attention would shift once more at the sight of his Queen wincing. Furrowing his brows together in attentiveness, Corin took a careful step forwards, placing his free hand gently on the middle of Ashira's back for support. As he watched the dark elf fumble with her own thoughts, the sight of her agony pouring outwardly caused a worried look upon the eladrins face. Corinthian casted a look towards Lysanthir in concern the worse it seemed to get- however, before the boys could truly pitch in- Dhakashira was back to her normal self. Applauding the King of Alynthi as if nothing had ever happened. Reluctantly, Corinthian paired to do the same. Clapping in sync with the Queen and others around him all while his eyes were trained on the woman. Hymns were something that Coin himself could not wrap his head around, let alone why his Queen would remain with one latched onto her. Although, it was not the Spy Lord's place to tell her what to do... All he could offer was what little support he had.\n_ _"
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"author": "Lysanthir Tauriel Olagwyen, Master of Laws | Lazaroth",
"message": "The feelings of calm did seem to help Lysanthir a bit, though looking back down at the crowd as King Dilitrios prepared to perform, Lysanthir almost seemed to relieved when the damned songbird had finally removed his hands from Caleesi. A furrowed brow stained his expression, but it quickly faded away when the Iron King began his show. Turning his attention to it, Lysanthir admired the way Astalios could bend metal to his will. It was a strange, but unique and frankly beautiful magic that the vampire had never seen in such a way before, prompting an ever so faint look of amusement upon his face. No smile, but his eyes seemed to light up a bit at the sight. The spectacle itself was most definitely one to marvel at, especially for those that had never seen King Dilitrios's magic before, Lysanthir being one such individual.\n\nAs Lysanthir seemed to be enjoying the king's performance, a cold chill ran up the vampire's spine as he felt something was off with the woman next to him. Turning his head, the expression on Queen Runacri's face was enough to inform him what was happening, and although there was clear concern in his eyes, the vampire chose to simply watch and keep his hands to himself. No reason to make a scene, though if something were to happen he'd very quickly cast a teleportation spell on the three of them, removing them to somewhere quieter. The look on Corinthian's face was one the lord expected, but Lysanthir said nothing. Then, the queen began to clap for the Iron King, and with quick movements Lysanthir soon did the same.\n\n_ _\n\"I do believe that is my cue to leave, your grace.\" Turning to the queen, Lysanthir bowed his head respectfully, that look of concern ever present in his eyes. Turning to glance at Corinthian, the Law Master's eyes seemed to change and instead fill with a look of seriousness. Soon, the vampire's voice would be heard within the eladrin's, Dhakashira unknowing to anything that would be said. *\"Remain at her side until you are sure she can be left to her own devices. Play time can wait, Lord Corinthian.\"* With one final nod of his head, Lysanthir departed from the pack, and began his descent into the greater part of the ballroom."
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"author": "Queen Dhakashira Runacri | Matriarch of Wolves",
"message": "Ashira's attention shifted to her Master of Laws as he spoke, her applause quieting. She dismissed him silently, chin dipping to match the bow of his head. A final surge of warm magic chased after him as he left. The queen sensed the exchange that occurred between her companions, but did not attempt to intrude upon either's thoughts. Instead she permitted her gaze to fall once again to those below. She held herself with confidence, as though nothing unusual had occurred. A drink appeared in her hand, fingers effortlessly curling around the glass.\n\n\"I'm sure you need to be going as well.\" Ashira spoke to Corinthian, her voice calm, \"I'll be fine, what kind of trouble could I possibly get into?\" She flashed a smile over her shoulder. They both were deeply aware of the chaos she could cause, but equally knowledgeable of her level of control. Should anything unexpected occur she could simply teleport to a less public space, all would be well. She waved her free hand at him, \"Go, we'll find one another later.\"\n\nThe drow sipped her drink, waiting for Lysanthir to begin and considering her own involvement in the festivities. As much as Ashira would've preferred to remain perched safely in the comfort of the balcony, it was time to socialize. Or at least pretend to. Surveying the room with a steady gaze she sought out the least crowded area, allowing her a gradual introduction to the unfamiliar revelry."
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"author": "palipocket",
"message": "*This too shall pass*. The words looped through the Princess' mind as the pads of her fingers brushed against silky petals. The woman plucked the flower from its stem without as much as a second thought, bringing it up to her nose before inhaling deeply. \n\nA disappointment. The flower, of course. The scent was pleasant and subtle, delicate and feminine, refined and soothing. Irezora's fist tightened around the flower as her lips pressed into a firm line. She could only stand through so many grand displays of grace and elegance before providing a demonstration of delivering this day's lunch from her stomach to the ballroom floor. She rolled her eyes at herself. Okay, a little dramatic, but close to the truth. Zora had always loved watching the feats of fellow nobility, delighting in the many wonderful talents and entertainments that were to be offered. This year just felt...\n\nThe Princess rolled her shoulders and relaxed her gaze, returning to the crumpled flower. There were small victories, of course. The guard that trailed her today remained gracious enough to afford the princess space, to not ask when she stepped away from the crowded circus of nobles for the bustle of the castle grounds instead. Perhaps if the nobility of Alynthi respected Irezora as much as her servants and guards did she wouldn't feel like screaming at the bird hopping about in a fountain just paces away. \n\nThat wasn't fair, they did respect her. As much as anyone might respect someone who grew in the shadow of Delsandra. How could they stand there as she amused herself? Didn't they know how far she had fallen? The moist sensation of nectar on her hand brought her attention to the destroyed petal she had rolled between her fingers. They had to know. Which made it even worse. \n\nThe Princess paused once more to reach over a new bush, slyly depositing her latest victim to become fertilizer before righting herself. With so much bustle and pomp there were occasions when Irezora felt she could pass as just another familiar face out here. There were always royal expectations but the people of Thyseer knew how to count their blessings and bide their time. They could see it. So why didn't the nobility? Zora's feet continued taking her away from the ballroom and towards her tree. Luckily most of the crowd's attention was focused on the antics being portrayed for one form of entertainment or another. While still in view the Princess kept her pace quick but unhurried. While her grace could not match Delsandra's she would have had to actively unlearn years of lessons to behave any other way. In her mind she could picture the old swing hanging from the mighty oak. She was almost there."
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"author": "natureluvr",
"message": "Although her favorite pastimes consisted of a mixture of reading and practicing her magic, festivals like this one were always a joy as well. Sure there were so called 'grand occasions' going on almost constantly, but events consisting entirely of nobility or royalty were a different taste than those intended to inspire the heart of the average citizen. Royal balls and celebrations placed so much emphasis on extravagance and beauty that it could easily become restricting and stilted. Festivals like the one Aspen had finally gotten permission to attend were different; she was afforded the unique glimpse into the life of the average person. Events like these were scarce and usually more treasured to them. It was always nice to see so many people filled with joy and intrigue.\n\nEven so, after spending a decent amount of time wandering about and observing the other festival attendees, Aspen found herself longing for a quiet place to settle down and delve into a good book. The guards were most helpful in directing her to a large oak tree with a little swing hanging from it. Aspen had created herself many a swing of wood back home, so it was nice that this one was already made for her.\n\nAspen made her way up to the swing and perched herself upon it, wiggling back a little to get more comfortable with all the skirts of her dress. She sported her signature color of a baby blue gown with long, flowy sleeves that puffed out a little extra around the forearms. The outermost skirts of the dress were the darkest, lighter shades spanning inwards to the middle. She carefully crossed her legs at the knee and settled her novel atop her thigh, opening it up to the page she had bookmarked. The book was a pretty typical romance novel with adventure, trickery, and deception sprinkled in.\n\nTwo guards accompanied her about the festival grounds, and they stationed themselves on either side of the princess as she settled in the swing. She didn't really mind the watchful company; she was pretty accustomed to it after all these years. Sometimes the guards made for good conversation, but other times they were more serious, interested only in their duties as protectors and less so in socializing. The guards accompanying her seemed to fall under the latter, but that was alright with her.\n\nAspen had gotten through a few pages of her novel when she heard the rustling of someone approaching. She settled her palm atop the open book to hold her page while her gaze flitted up to see who it was."
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"author": "palipocket",
"message": "This had to be some cruel joke. There, sitting on *Her* Swing was one of the Alynthi princesses. At least she had the good grace to have a pocket book on hand. Normally Irezora would have found such childish thoughts streaming from her own mind amusing, but the whole ordeal with Delsandra left a sour aftertaste. Zora couldn't blame the girl for also hoping to escape the circus. Though he ought to have been better at hiding it, the Princess could practically feel the amusement radiating off of the guard trailing behind as the scene unfolded. \n\nA pleasant smile plastered, Zora approached the Princess with an expression of surprised delight. \"Princess Aspen, what a pleasant surprise.\" The woman's voice filled the space as she neared. \"Then again I'd be lying if I said it to be unexpected that you would find the best quiet spot on the castle grounds for a book.\" \n\nZora gestured towards the item in the Princess' hands. \"I hope your adventure is more exciting than this one,\" She jested, extending her arms in a way to signal that the adventure in question was the festival they seemed to be avoiding. Amusement and interest fueled the quirk of Irezora's lip as she considered her visitor. While she hadn't necessarily paid close attention to the scheduled of events, Zora could have sworn that the Princess' brother, the king, was slated to offer a performance of sorts. Then again so was Zora's sister."
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"author": "natureluvr",
"message": "A faint shade of pink veiled Aspen's porcelain cheeks in response to Irezora's comment about Aspen finding a place to tuck away with a book. \"Aha, forgive me. I do love the festivities, but I must indulge my literacy desires periodically,\" She responded, returning the princess' smile with one that was likely more genuine. The raven haired princess tucked the bookmark back into her book, closing it up and tucking it back away in the many folds of her skirts.\n\n\"Are you not enjoying the days events?\" She inquired, offering a curious incline of her head as she looked the young woman over. Aspen had come across Irezora before, but mostly in passing. It was quite rare to encounter other royals in such a private setting unintentionally, so this was certainly an interesting opportunity to get to know the woman better. Her sister, Delsandra, was the more notorious one, caught up in political intrigue and gossip. This left Irezora with a more mysterious feel to her, and Aspen always loved delving into mystery. The less you know, the more there is to learn.\n\nBeing that Irezora had made her way to this particular spot of the castle grounds, Aspen figured she had come to sit on the swing she was currently occupying. \"Do you want the swing, by the way? I can make a second one, if you wouldn't mind it,\" She offered, lifting a hand and waving it towards the tree to indicate she would use her biomancy to do so."
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"author": "palipocket",
"message": "As the girl offered her explanation, Irezora used the point of her right shoe to hold the heel of the left in place as her foot slipped out and onto the grass. The immediate coolness shot a jolt of comforting relief through the woman's body as she repeated the motion with the other foot. That was much better. Perhaps it merely looked as though Irezora was wobbling between her legs with the curtains of fabric obscuring the view. Then again, Aspen knew enough of clothing and common sense to recognize when a lady loses her 2 inches of feigned height. \n\n\"I would say that now I am, quite,\" Zora replied with a pleasant yet playful smile. \"I find the revelry of events such as those currently unfolding in our ballroom to grow tiresome on occasion.\" The words were light and casual, the facade of a girl tired of pleasantries and niceties. Aspen did not need to know that under most circumstances Irezora would love nothing more than to observe the festivities from a balcony or demonstrate inventions of her own. Perhaps if the circus hadn't come to Thyseer this time around. Maybe if Delsandra wasn't the ring master. \n\nZora held up a hand to stop Aspen from troubling herself with the effort. \"Please no, I think I'll be quite fine without.\" A shadow of doubt flickered through her mind as she considered her next action before giving in. Zora came seeking freedom and comfort and goodness she would get it. The woman bunched a bit of the purple fabric flowing by her legs as she dropped to her knees. With one movement her feet tucked beneath her as she sat at top them, fingers running through the grass. \n\nHer gaze returned to the Princess, determined to maintain a semblance of normalcy in this conversation. \"Have you had the chance to read Applegate's newest in the Morpher series?\" It was most likely a name Aspen would recognize, Zora knew. There were few young women who had not heard of the acclaimed writer from Gantrik who detailed the fictitious adventures of a group of shapeshifters as they navigated many facets of life."
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"message": "Aspen gave a little nod in response to Irezora's comment about the ballroom. \"I actually enjoy dancing, but I forgot to choose an escort for the event, so I wouldn't have anyone to dance with if I went. I would hate to embarrass myself by standing off to the sides merely watching everyone else,\" She explained, though she didn't seem all too bothered by the fact that she didn't have a date. It wasn't really important that she indulge suitors for events like these, since they were more for entertainment than political purposes, in her opinion.\n\nWith Irezora's refusal of her offer to create a second swing, Aspen had the feeling she was only declining out of politeness. She didn't make the swing regardless; she was a strong believer that it's better to be up front about what you want when it wouldn't hurt to indulge. \"Suit yourself,\" She responded, pressing her feet to the grass so she was almost standing, and lifting them back up to swing herself forward a bit. Her arms weaved loosely around the ropes of the swing, and she leaned upon the right one as she watched Irezora settle down in the grass.\n\nUpon the mention of a book series, Aspen's expression brightened a tad. \"I have, actually! Since I'm a quick read, I was able to finish it shortly after release date. I might flip through it again when the next book comes out to give myself a little refresher, since I imagine it might be a while. I usually allocate my time towards informational texts, but I'd be a fool not to keep up with the latest bestsellers as well. More people to talk to about those types of books. Sometimes I wish there was a book club I could join. It would be nice to have the same conversations about books that are less well known, I think,\" She mused, lifting a hand to the side of her glasses and adjusting them higher on the bridge of her nose."
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"author": "palipocket",
"message": "Irezora's fingers tugged absentmindedly at blades of grass as she listened to Aspen's plight. It was not one unfamiliar to the Princess. Perhaps once upon a time Zora may have been able to convince Del to read simile books and discuss them in length, her sister was wickedly intelligent after all. However, conversing in such a manner involved a level of engagement that they had lacked for quite some time now. \n\n\"Informational texts are always interesting, however I believe there is sometimes more to be learned from the worlds of fiction built by the minds of others.\" Zora plucked a blade before continuing. \"Take this festival for example, I have read texts on etiquete, politics, dancing, and more, but combining these skills can be difficult. Often fiction allows me to read in detail another's attempt to behave in ways that I can emulate when unsure.\" The woman punctuated the statement with a shrug. \"Sometimes reading about difficult fictional choices made under pressure makes me think about how I might respond if placed in a similar situation, a self reflective practice of sorts.\" \n\nZora's words had become a little too serious for her liking, the playful smile vanishing momentarily. With a look back to the swinging princess however her lips quirked once again. \"I don't see why we could not make such a book club. I'm sure there are others we could include and it would give us the opportunity to share texts we might otherwise have missed.\""
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "Night had settled over Thyseer, the castle gardens now ablaze with glorious magical lights lining the trees and balconies. The stars high above her shining brightly, but mysteriously, the moon had gone missing. Only a few had noticed this, but the more people that pointed it out the more quickly everyone began pointing to the stars. They too soon began to disappear from the sky however, before the entire thing was nothing but a black void. The blackness soon gave way to a red color, before the entire sky had turned to the color of thick blood. Gasps of fear filled the air, but before anyone could react or run, all would be struck with a terrible pain in their heads.\n\nIncluding a poor little mothfolk named Abbie.\n\nNo man, woman or child would be spared from this pain, and soon a terrifying voice would fill their heads. It scratched at the bone that held their brains in place, sending shockwaves of pain like lightning through their body. The pain was so crippling one could barely even move, and any attempt at magic would seemingly have no effect, dispeling as quickly as the caster could think of it. Screams of every Sorevelle attendant filled the air, but was drowned out by the voice. Feminine but foreboding, it spoke,\n\n**₮ⱧɆ ĐɆVØɄⱤɆⱤ'₴ ɆɎɆ Ⱨ₳₴ ₴Ɇ₮₮ⱠɆĐ Ø₦ Ʉ₴. ₳ ₵₳₮₳ⱠɎ₴₮ ɎɆ₮ ₮Ø Đł₴₵ØVɆⱤ ł₮₴ɆⱠ₣ ⱠłɆ₴ ĐØⱤ₥₳₦₮ ł₦ ł₵Ɇ. ₥Ø₮ⱧɆⱤ ₳₦Đ Đ₳Ʉ₲Ⱨ₮ɆⱤ ₳₦Đ ₴Ø₦ ₩łⱠⱠ ₱ɆⱤł₴Ⱨ, ₮ⱧɆ ₲ⱤɆ₳₮ ₮ɆⱤⱤØⱤ₴ ₩łⱠⱠ ⱤɆ₮ɄⱤ₦, ฿Ʉ₮ Ø₦ⱠɎ Ʉ₦ł₮ɆĐ ₩łⱠⱠ ₮ⱧɆ ĐɆVØɄⱤɆⱤ ₣₳ⱠⱠ.**\n\nAs the horrific message ended, so too did the majority of the pain. There was a lingering feeling, and soon the terrified screams of the festival goers would fill each ear, including those within the castle itself. Many began to run for their lives, but the sky had seemingly returned to normal. The stars and Lunam had returned to the void, the blood red color all gone.\n||"
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"message": "Whether or not the Princess answered, Zora did not get the chance to hear. Splitting pain shot through her temples and into the base of her skull as the words rolled. Later she might try to piece together what they meant, but in this moment the sensation was simply too much. What did she do when it was all too much? *One breath, two breaths, three breaths...* Zora continued to count until the sound faded. \n\n\"Del,\" She gasped when her jaw finally unclenched. The Elf had already been on the ground when the shaking began, putting her in arguably the best position to recover. With the foreboding words still rattling through her mind, Zora clumsily pushed herself up, attention directed to the Alynthi guards fumbling their way towards their Princess. She would be fine. By the time Irezora's guard made it to her side the woman was already running, heels long left behind. This festival brought many of the kingdom's most important nobles to the same place at the same time. Those very nobles were mostly situated in one location at the moment. If she were a hostile entity that would be the location to strike. \n\nHer sister was there. Zora followed quick on the heels of an army of guards rushing their way towards the ballroom as well. Though the screaming had passed for the most part, shouts and cries still filled the air. *She'll be fine. She always is.* Zora repeated the words to herself as he continued to push her way through the halls. Luckily there seemed to be no major injuries from what she had seen so far, but they would have to issue a formal statement reporting casualties after. How could they issue a statement without knowing what had happened? That was silly, most likely those in the ballroom already knew what had happened. \n\nFinally Zora reached the vast room, though her view was occluded by the onslaught of guards she could hear continued pleas for help. For a moment, her heart stopped as she feared the worst. That moment quickly ended when she noticed her sister was, in fact, fine but rattled. The thunderous pace of the woman's heart kept up even as the running stopped. A mental note was filed away somewhere to increase training for the future, but the Princess' focus was centered on making it to her sister's side. Whatever had happened could only mean that more trouble was to come. She would protect Thyseer however possible."
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"message": "_Thick waves of jasmine and cedar flow from a mysterious dark wagon, trimmed in green and purple with soft lanterns to illuminate the inside. On its steps sits an exotic Tiefling woman adorned in rich purples and golds as she smokes a old wooden pipe, the scent carrying in the wind with the incense. She offers a friendly smile and hello to any who wander close, her deep gravely voice only adding to her aura of mystique._\n\n_A simple sign sits next to her on the ground, black with elegant chalk writing that states._\n\n**Starlight Sanctum**\n\n**Fortunes , Magic and Familiar's.**"
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"author": "Gadi Toratiel",
"message": "_It was a busy, busy day for the Tiefling and her little shop but thankfully it seemed to be slowing down. It seemed as day gave way to the afternoon many were more interested in filling their bellies rather then their souls, which suited her just fine. After all she had barely a minute to relax most of the day but since it had been tapering off a while she figured she could indulge herself a little. _\n\n_Reaching into one of her pouches she pulled out her pipe, filling it with a special herb she had encountered on her travels, she found it induce a relaxing feeling that helped her aches and pains while on the road. Lighting it with a nearby candle she gave the pipe a few puffs to get it going before returning to the steps leading into her wagon, giving the lazing shadowcat a quick pat as she passed him. He wasn't very fond of crowds and had been sulking somewhat throughout the day,_\n\n_With a slight groan she sat on the steps, occasionally breathing out a cloud of fragrant smoke as she watched the crowds with a lazy smile. As it was getting darker she was sure the glowing marks on her skin would be getting more noticeable against their purple backdrop, which in turn would glint off the gold threading on her flowing dress and jewellery._\n\n_This was the life, music, food and the sounds of happy people.._\n\n_And a nicely weighted purse after a good days sales._"
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "Kameros had never imagined he'd find himself in Thyseer. After all, his line of work was hunting outlaws, criminals and murderers, and the eladrin kingdom was easily one of, if not *The* Safest kingdom in the world. Nevertheless, the mention of Sorevelle caught his attention, and a certain someone was on the forefront of his mind almost constantly as of late. Dressed to match the attire of the nobility he just knew would be in attendance, the purple tiefling had blue and dark blue robes with a medium-length cape flowing down his back. Usually, Kameros much preferred a hood but with such an affair, he simply had to dress more appropriately. Kam had hoped to see Essme in attendance as well, though even if she didn't show the bounty hunter had hoped to bring her a souvenir.\n\nAnd just as Kameros walked out into Thyseer's castle grounds, he spotted the perfect place to get one.\n\nReading the sign outside, Kameros approached the wagon with a hopeful look on his face. Soon, his golden eyes fell upon a figure sitting on the steps into the wagon. With a simple glance up and down, Kameros leaned against the side the frame of the carriage and crossed his arms over his chest, a faint smile on his face. \"Greetings. Are you closed for the day or may I take a look at your wares miss...?\" Allowing the woman a chance to respond, it didn't take long for Kameros to see this was a fellow tiefling, though her markings were quite unique. Beautiful even. The bounty hunter thought his golden eyes were quite rare, but the shopkeep seemed to take the cake by a long shot. \"I would hate to interrupt your down time if that is the case, my lady.\"\n\nIt was strange and fascinating how the markings upon the tiefling's skin seemed to glow. Kameros simply had to ask how or why her markings lit up in such a fashion, though perhaps it could wait until after he hopefully bought a gift for Essme."
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"author": "Gadi Toratiel",
"message": "_As the stranger leant against her wagon with a smile the woman returned the once over glace, her black and magenta eyes glinting mischievously as she smiled around the pipe in her mouth. A fellow Tiefling was always a welcome sight for her, after all besides her brother she didn't really get to see others of her kind all that much these days. Especially ones with bright golden eyes, she fancied them to be quite striking, piercing even like those of an eagle or a wolf._\n\n_Taking a final drag from her pipe she removed it and breathed a smoke ring into the air, its fragrant scent soon swallowed up by the various smells of the festival. Placing it on a small shelf near the steps, one probably built for it - she turned back to the stranger and nodded before replying. Her voice was far deeper then one would have first assumed, and far more mature and gravelly. It seemed to carry the weight of one far older then her perfect skin should have, though the tone of her words was light and jovial._\n\n\"Hello there, yes we are still open for business - forgive the smoke, festivals can be so stressful you know.\" She explained as she dusted her hands on her skirt before standing, folding her hands in front of herself before continuing. \"You may call me Gadi, Gadi Toratiel.\"\n\n\"Come in, come in\", *She said motioned for him to follow as she turned to head back into the wagon before leaning down to ruffle the previously silent shadowcat that had laid behind her.* \"Baggie, I need you to move okay? We have a customer.\"\n\n_With a chuff the once panther yawned but arose obediently, stars twinkling on its coat as it lazily sauntered down the stairs, shooting an accusatory look at the other Tiefling as it chuffed again before heading to the side of the wagon._\n\n\"Please forgive him, its been a long day and were not usually in these kinds of crowds - his not a particular fan of them. Anyway what can I do for you? A palm reading? Exotic tea? Some small magical trinket perhaps?\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "\"It's nice to meet you Gadi.\" Kameros offered a smile and followed after the fellow tiefling. Stepping within the wagon with the shopkeeper, the bounty hunter took a moment to glance around at the decorations and wares inside. Kameros' gaze quickly shot down to the large beast sneaking past him to lay outside, though the man only stepped aside out of respect rather than fear or nerves. \"Beautiful beast you have, Gadi.\" The glance from the shadowcat caused Kam to smile teasingly, but his attention returned to the she-fiend. After glancing around the wagon and at Gadi's wares, Kameros simply didn't know where to start.\n\n\"Well, I'm honestly a bit unsure. I came looking to get something for...\" Kameros paused for a moment, his expression switched to one of pondering. What *Was* Essme to him? With a faint smile on his face, Kam continued, \"-someone special. I'm not entirely sure what she'd want or like as strange as that might sound. All I know is she's important to me.\" Kameros finished, his eyes filled with the obvious sign of admiration and maybe even love. While he didn't share information on who he was talking about just yet, it was clear Kam was still unsure about his feelings for this individual, but still wished to express his- *Well, was it love?*\n\n\"She means a lot. Have anything for a person like that?\" Eyeing the she-fiend, Kameros found himself bedazzled by the tiefling's skin. It was quite literally one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, and never had he seen a tiefling with such a look to their body. Admiring it for a moment, he didn't want to seem like a creep so his golden eyes returned to Gadi's."
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"author": "Gadi Toratiel",
"message": "_The inside of the wagon was perhaps even more curious then the outside, with rich wooden textures and tones offset by the rich reds and purples of the cushions and drapes, all of which were trimmed in bright golds. Cupboards and shelves lined the inside of at least half of the wagon, a mixture of kitchen and shop it seemed by the varying contents. Dried herbs and spices hung freely along a countertop, their scents mixing with the burning incense that lazily trailed its scented smoke through the space._\n\n_Not one bit of space was wasted, a small table with two chairs and a dark purple cloth being the obvious point for the palm readings she mentioned, at least if the crystal ball was anything to go by. While if he looked further in he would see the cast iron fireplace that served her for both cooking and heating, and at the very back it seemed was the woman's bed. A plush affair covered in all manner of cushions and blankets for cold nights, all in equally bright colors, only muted by the sheer purple curtains that were half drawn around it, a slight sparkling effect coming from tiny flecks of silver and crystal woven into the gossamer fabric._\n\n_Smiling fondly the woman looked down to the exiting beast, his star spangled fur glittering in the afternoon light as he exited the wagon._ \"Thank you, he has been in my family for generations and is quite possibly my closest companion. As to the matter of your... Special friend. I have many things that could possibly be what you may be looking for - though I suppose usually I would say it depends on what she might like, but perhaps we can figure something out.\"\n\n_She had of course noted the mans gaze, truth be told it was not entirely surprising. She knew her more exotic looks tended to attract all kinds of attention from others, from curiosity to desire to even revulsion with some. However she would not be one to say she didn't like receiving attention for her looks, that was the reason she tended to incorporate sheer fabrics into her outfits after all._\n\n\"Careful darling, all that staring might give a girl the wrong impression.\"_She quipped mockingly with a twinkle in her eyes._\n\n_With a chuckle she sauntered over to one of the shelves, leaning over slightly as she reached down to pull out a small wooden box. Placing it on the table it would be easier to see it resembled a jewellery box of sorts with many draws and nooks to store things, though the box itself was almost two feet long and half as high. Humming to herself the woman opened up some of the larger compartments, revealing an array of pendants, bracelets and other jewellery. They ranged from simple polished stones hung on plain leather to ornate gold chains and bangles inlaid with gemstones, if the man had any experience of the sort he might recognize small runes carved caringly into each piece, causing them to thrum with magics._\n\n\"These are some of my more exotic items, some imbued with minor magic but most are conduits for bound familiars - do you know if perhaps she has a favorite animal? Or perhaps color or gemstone?\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "\"Apologies, my lady.\" Kameros dipped his head apologetically, playing off his slight embarrassment with a smile. \"You are unique as your wares, so forgive me if you found me looking a bit too long.\" Watching quietly as the she-fiend made her way around her wagon, Kameros began silently cursing to himself for staring at the woman. He was only thankful Essme wasn't around; *Then everyone would get the wrong idea.* Forcing his look of irritation with himself away when Gadi turned back around, the tiefling looked at the box she had placed before him. Jewelery was definitely an option and probably what he was hoping for to gift Essme. \n\nWith a furrowed brow, Kam then realized that they were imbued with magic, and soon realized what they were given he had one of his own wrapped around his neck. \"Truth be told, the woman I'm buying for has a familiar already.\" Kameros slid a hand behind his neck sheepishly, but shrugged. \"I know she likes pale blue, though I don't know if she'd like *Another* Beast alongside her familiar and pet pegabun.\" The tiefling chuckled, and looked over the wares a bit longer. With a look of uncertainty on his face, Kameros was a bit lost on what he should get his aasimar companion. It was obvious this was his first time shopping for another, especially in a way that was a bit more intimate.\n\n_ _\n\"Maybe- well, I'm not sure exactly what all you could enchant a piece of jewelery with, but I know a necklace would definitely be right up her alley.\" Pondering in his own thoughts, it seemed Kameros was at a bit of a loss on what to do. Never in his life had he ever shopped for a woman before, especially one he was so fond of. There seemed to be a bit of nervousness in the tiefling's eyes, and soon they widened in embarrassment. \"I am- I am not entirely sure where my head is today, but it's obviously not here. I forgot to introduce myself, so I apologize once more.\" Yet again, the poor man dipped his head apologetically, and began to introduce himself. \"I'm Kameros Szerabon, but Kam is fine.\"\n\nFinally, a faint blush seemed to appear on the tiefling's skin, though rather than pink like say a human would have, the man's purple skin darkened ever so slightly on his cheeks. Feeling them flush only caused it to worsen, and soon Kameros was sheepishly running a hand up through his long white hair. \"I guess you could say I'm bad at this. I promise this is out of character for me.\" Kam chuckled, though in his head all he wished to do was slam his forehead into the table. If Essme were there she'd likely be laughing up a storm at him, but the thought of her seeing him be so embarrassing over buying *Her* A present was unbearable.\n\nIn the past, Kameros had been pursued by many a woman, and even a few men from time to time, but none had ever left him so... Well, at a loss for words. Paralyzed, dumbstruck if you will. The more he thought about it, maybe it was love he felt in his heart for Essme..."
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"author": "Gadi Toratiel",
"message": "_She chuckled at both the mans embarrassment as well as his obvious head over heels feelings for his 'special friend'. While she definitely could tease him a little more, and part of her was very tempted to, she decided instead perhaps it may be best to leave the poor man alone. After all she was more then aware why he was more then likely staring - after all it wasn't an uncommon occurrence given her unique looks even among her own kind._\n\n\"I'm teasing darling don't worry.\" _She said with a chuckle, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly as she spoke._ \"Besides, I don't usually go for those lost in the thralls of young love - its too adorable and pure to be messed with.\"\n\n\"As to the matter of your gift however, it is most certainly a pickle.\" _She said thoughtfully as she looked at the wares, pondering the options for the moment. She had necklaces aplenty and a few pale blue pendants for them, however many were enchanted for familiars and it seemed perhaps it may not be the best option for his ladyfriend to receive another. However the stranger, who she now knew as Kam, interrupted her thoughts with his awkward introduction, causing her to smile and chuckle again at his flustered blush._\n\n\"Don't worry dear, I often have that effect on people.\" _She teased as she leant forward to pull out a few of the items, all in pale blue of course to match the lass's favorite color. In total there were seven that she carefully laid out on the table, the she-fiend leaning over slightly as she began to explain each one of them._\n\n\"First we have this little thing I picked up in a trade from a man in Gantrik.\" _She said as she picked up one of the leather pendants and held it up to Kam for inspection. The stone itself was a simple affair, looking like a white marble disc with ice blue veins running through it - the entire polished stone giving off a blue sheen._ \"I'm not entirely sure what it is but its enchantment will always keep you nice and cool not matter the weather.\"\n\n_Placing the pendant down she moved onto the next one, a plain rectangular faceted topaz set on a gold chain. Not exactly the most ornate or unique of her pieces - but it was a classic look and one you could easily wear everyday._ \"This little doodad I won in a game of cards... Gods I forget where. While you're wearing it you can walk on water, mostly because it turns the area around you to ice while you're on it.\"\n\n_Gesturing to the next two she shrugged a little, they were familiar conduits so he most likely wouldn't be interested in them but she figured they might be worth a shot. The first being a semi-transparent pale blue cabochon on a leather cord, its runes laced in gold - while the other was a more ornate affair, a pale blue opal that sparkled with flashes of reds and greens set in an ornate gold and diamond pendant on a sparkling gold chain._\n\n\"These two are familiars, though I know you said she already has one and a Peggabun. However these may be worth considering, the leather one contains a wee little ice dragon - very friendly fellow, also very sleepy a lot of the time. The gold one is bound to a rather large Kekimara, very protective of kids and other animals - but very gentle. He acts tougher then he is most of the time though and can be mounted.\"\n\n\"Now - I don't know if you have the coin for this last one. However you do strike me as a man that might, that and perhaps this might be just the gift for your 'special friend'. _She chuckled as she pulled out an ornate dark wooden box, something perhaps that might been seen at a high end jewellers. Opening it to reveal a very unusual gemstone, the pale blue stone at first glance looked like the topaz from earlier - though in an oval cut rather then a step. However inside the stone twinkled little bits of starlight, softly illuminating it from the inside._\n\n\"This is something I picked up long ago - its was in my family for some time as far as I am aware. \" _She explained as she picked up the pendant, its thin golden chain glittering as she held it up. Letting the piece catch the light in a caravan softly as she continued. _\n\n\"The stone itself will light up a room in stars at night if one wishes, its quite spectacular. The familiar bound to it is a Faequus, white with black markings and light blue sparkles and flowers through its mane and tail. She's never had a bound master before but she's always been about as friendly as you can expect - great with kids. If you think there's a chance you lady might be able to bond to her I would be willing to part with her for the sake of young love.\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "When Gadi said young love, Kameros' cheeks turned even more purple. Shifting his eyes away sheepishly, the poor man truly didn't know what to do with himself or how to respond. Before Kam could even think of something to say, Gadi began pulling out trinkets to choose from. The first, while interesting and rather unique, wasn't one Kameros felt Essme would ever really need. The second however, made Kameros laugh a bit at the thought. \"Walking on water I don't think would be an issue for an aasimar like her, though the thought of her doing so is quite funny.\" The two familiar pendants were interesting enough, but Essme likely didn't need or want anymore beasts to worry about. *It took a lot for Kameros to turn down the kekimara for himself, however.*\n\n\"That kekimara- if someone else doesn't buy it by the time I see you again, I'll make it mine. My own familiar Cala could use a companion I suppose, and perhaps a mount with a set of teeth wouldn't be bad for a bounty hunter...\" Scratching his chin in thought, Kameros shrugged and listened to Gadi as she continued to speak, the next item most definitely catching the tiefling's eyes. The description alone was enough to make Kameros desire the mount, but yet again he simply had to refuse. With a furrowed brow, the bounty hunter looked around the wagon once more before his eyes fell down once more. \"Hmm..\" The tiefling vocalized, a sound of pure ponder and thought.\n\n_ _\n\"Do you have anything well.. I donno honestly. She's been going through a bit of a rough patch and with our jobs being so different and mine requiring me to constantly travel I wish there was a way I could just, let her know its okay, even if I'm not there with her.\" Shrugging, Kameros leaned on the counter top a bit, his brow furrowed in slight defeat. Essme had been so down lately. All he wished to do was lift her spirits. It was obvious based off of his expression that he cared greatly for his aasimar companion, and Gadi mentioning young love only caused those feelings to flower even more. Kameros would have to see her soon. Sooner than later, even."
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"author": "Gadi Toratiel",
"message": "_The lazy smile never faltered from the woman's face as she tilted her head, it was interesting to hear that the woman he was smitten with was an Aasimar as her own experiences with them had mostly been standoffish at best. Though he was correct in that making the water walker somewhat irrelevant for them, flying would be much more preferable to walking she assumed at least. The thought also bringing a chuckle out of her as she nodded in agreement with the bounty hunter._\n\n_Well, that was an interesting tidbit to know.._\n\n\"Indeed I do suppose it would be more advantageous for your ladyfriend to simply fly over the water instead of walking, as for the Kekimara - they've been around for some time so there's a chance if you run into me again. Most people who want them cant afford them and I want to make sure they go to a good owner, I cant stand the rich arrogant pricks that try to buy familiar's just to order them around.\"\n\n_Putting a hand on her chin thoughtfully the woman hummed softly to herself as she pondered the mans explanation of the situation he found himself in, long distance relationships were rather difficult to maintain she knew and put a lot of stress on both parties. So she understood the desire to communicate and the frustration of not not being able to, it was a conundrum for certain._\n\n_But not one she didn't know how to remedy._\n\n\"I think I may have just the thing for you dear... Just give me a moment to retrieve it.\"\n\n_With that the woman turned to the assortment of cabinets around her, sliding over a small footstool with her ankle as she seemingly selected a cupboard. Stepping up she opened the doors and proceeded to rummage through its contained items, tossing several onto the bed on the far side of the wagon with a sing-song like 'no not you' as she searched for whatever it was she was seeking. _\n\n_A black dagger interlaid with gold? Nope. A grey and purple urn that seemed to be leeching a small amount of dark smoke? Also nope. Perhaps a crystal ball, cracked and splintered on the inside that flashed images of pain and death? Definitely not._\n\n_With a small 'gotcha' the woman finally stepped down, holding in her hands a small black box that she looked at fondly for a moment before returning to the table, taking a seat as she gestured for Kam to do the same as she opened the box and placed it on the table. Revealing a matching set of two dark golden rings, delicately etched with a simple round gemstone set in their center - seemingly a near opaque white with inclusions though it that diffused the light softly within._\n\n\"These I think may help with your little problem dear.\" _She said softly as she pushed the box towards him._ \"This is a pair of soul rings, the stone is an enchanted moonstone - buried at the heart of a mountain long ago. The stones color changes based on whomever is wearing the other rings mood, the colors change between everyone and what colors they associate with each emotion but that may take a little figuring out.\"\n\n\"Further you can project a feeling through it so your partner can sense how you feel, literal empathy you could say. Further once a day you can use them to communicate with them for a few minutes, let them see what you see and hear what you do as ong as your touching the stone.\"\n\n_Finishing her little speech she looked up finally from the rings to the man, almost smirking as she asked a final question._\n\n\"Do you think these may help your little problem dear?\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "Kameros could appreciate Gadi's ideals on familiars. Regardless of what they were, they had a soul. There was no excuse, regardless of how rich you were, to mistreat anything. Even a familiar. \"I've had my fair share of dealing with arrogance in my line of work, trust me. I understand your reluctance and caution.\" Nevertheless, Kameros watched in silent appreciation as Gadi moved about her wagon with ease. She was in her element, a feeling the he-devil knew well when tracking down a bounty. Her little tune did cause Kameros to chuckle with a silent snort, but when she finally found what she was looking for and stepped down his expression returning to one of a neutral look. When invited to take a seat, he did so gladly and listened closely to what Gadi had to say while investigating the rings.\n\nAs the box was pushed towards him, Kameros took one out and inspected it closely. It was fascinating, and grew more so as Gadi explained the magical enchantment and link the two rings had. \"Wow..\" Kameros exhaled, and when Gadi refererred to Essme as his partner he couldn't help but smile. The communication bit was practically the best part, as they could send quick messages to one another from across the world with only a touch of the stone at the ring's center. Just as Gadi asked if it was something he was interested in, Kameros nodded happily. \"It's perfect. I know she'll love it, thank you.\" Flashing a toothy white grin Gadi's way, Kameros began pulling a pouch of gold out from his bag.\n\n\"How much do I owe you?\" Kameros was so excited to give Essme her gift. It was all he could think about now that he had finally found the perfect thing. In fact, he was contemplating leaving Sorevelle early just to do so, though there was that part of him that still wished to enjoy the festival. Eyeing Gadi once more, before she could answer him he tilted his head curiously. \"Say, have you enjoyed Sorevelle at all or have you been cooped up in here the whole time?\""
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"author": "Gadi Toratiel",
"message": "_The she-fiend smiled knowingly as she watched his expression shift while examining the rings, it wasn't hard to see the excitement or the gears turning in his head as he thought of the possibilities. Knowing she had hit the nail on the head with them was a good feeling in itself, but knowing they would go on to help another young couple was the icing on the cake for her today. Young love was so much fun to watch and she was glad to have been able to facilitate it somewhat - after all they hadn't called her a hopeless romantic for nothing when she was young!_\n\n\"I thought they might catch your interest.\" _She said with a chuckle as she sat back and thought for a moment, leaning her head on her fist as she contemplated the price. She more then remembered the price she had acquired them for long ago, but she also felt like perhaps she could let them go for a bit less, she had a good feeling about this one. _\"For you? How does 30 gold pieces sound?\"\n\n_Chuckling again she shook her head at his question, no she had not had a chance to really do anything besides mind her wagon today. The customers had been an on and off stream the entire time and she had only just caught enough of a break to take a smoke before the bounty hunter had arrived, wistfully she thought of the pipe for a moment before answering with a shrug._ \"I have enjoyed being among the people and the atmosphere, it is a most joyous place after all. Though yes, I have been somewhat cooped up in here for most of it - neither myself or Baggie are quite used to this amount of attention so it is quite tiring.\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "As Gadi replied with her price, Kameros counted with quick efficiency before handing over a pouch of coins. Whether she counted it there or not, there were exactly *35* Pieces of gold. Hopefully she wouldn't make a fuss about it, but she had been so helpful Kameros was more than inclined to leave some sort of tip even if it was a bit out of the ordinary. It could very easily be considered a down payment for the kekimara if they ever see one another again if she pressed him about it. Putting the rest of his money away, Kameros gentle took the rings and placed them in too before looking back to the merchant. \n\n\"If you're not too tired, would you care for a dance?\" It was quite a forward question, but what was there to lose? Of course if Essme was here he would have asked her, but Kameros would be damned to miss an opportunity to enjoy himself at Sorevelle of all places and times. Why not include someone else who's yet to fully enjoy it. \"You can just barely hear the music from within the castle. It's nearly perfect.\" Kameros closed his eyes and smiled in amusement as the music within reached his purple ears. Looking over to the she-devil's panther however, Kameros chuckled lightly, \"Only if Baggie approves of course.\"\n\nStanding up, Kameros walked out of the wagon and looked up at the stars that had finally begun to appear in the night sky. The clearing where Gadi had set up her wagon was perfect for a dance, only if she decided to accept his offer. Perhaps it was a bit strange to ask, and there was even a part of Kameros that felt a bit bad for Essme not being there, but it would be in good fun. The music playing within the castle was muffled, but the melody was clear enough to dance to. It was a slightly slower song, but Kameros didn't mind. Turning to face Gadi, Kameros offered a smile. \"If not, thank you again for the rings. I can't tell you how excited I am to see my girl's reaction to them.\"\n\n... *Did he just call Essme his girl?*"
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"author": "Gadi Toratiel",
"message": "_The woman raised an eyebrow as she watched the man count the deliberately wrong amount of coin and pass it to her, she was a very experienced merchant after all and speed counting was in her skillset after years of haggling. Nodding her thanks she pocked the pouch on her person, folding her hands in her lap as he asked her to dance. It brought out a small and rather sad chuckle from the raspy voiced woman as she shook her head before following him out. Leaning heavily on the table to help herself up as she made her way back to the stairs, sitting heavily on them as her starry panther made his way back to her._\n\n\"Unfortunately dear I have to refuse, though I'm sure Baggie wouldn't mind would you?\" _She said chuckling as she ruffled the creatures head, earing a happy chuff as the beast began to purr loudly. The woman looking back up to him tiredly as she offered a smile, she could already feel her bones beginning to creak and grind, as was their custom after a long day. She had the herbs to help with it but they never stopped it from happening._\n\n\"These old bones are done for the day my dear, besides I'm sure there are many young. Pretty little things that would be more then happy to accommodate you.\" _She said chuckling sadly as she reached for the still smoking pipe, the barest tremor noticeable as she held it back up to her lips and took a nice, long drag. Feeling her body begin to relax as the warmth spread through it she sighed, releasing the smoke in a neat plume as her shoulders sagged a little._\n\n\"You go and have fun though, I think Baggie and I will have a nice, quiet night in tonight wont we?\""
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"author": "The Tale Weaver",
"message": "Night had settled over Thyseer, the castle gardens now ablaze with glorious magical lights lining the trees and balconies. The stars high above her shining brightly, but mysteriously, the moon had gone missing. Only a few had noticed this, but the more people that pointed it out the more quickly everyone began pointing to the stars. They too soon began to disappear from the sky however, before the entire thing was nothing but a black void. The blackness soon gave way to a red color, before the entire sky had turned to the color of thick blood. Gasps of fear filled the air, but before anyone could react or run, all would be struck with a terrible pain in their heads.\n\nNo man, woman or child would be spared from this pain, and soon a terrifying voice would fill their heads. It scratched at the bone that held their brains in place, sending shockwaves of pain like lightning through their body. The pain was so crippling one could barely even move, and any attempt at magic would seemingly have no effect, dispeling as quickly as the caster could think of it. Screams of every Sorevelle attendant filled the air, but was drowned out by the voice. Feminine but foreboding, it spoke,\n\n**₮ⱧɆ ĐɆVØɄⱤɆⱤ'₴ ɆɎɆ Ⱨ₳₴ ₴Ɇ₮₮ⱠɆĐ Ø₦ Ʉ₴. ₳ ₵₳₮₳ⱠɎ₴₮ ɎɆ₮ ₮Ø Đł₴₵ØVɆⱤ ł₮₴ɆⱠ₣ ⱠłɆ₴ ĐØⱤ₥₳₦₮ ł₦ ł₵Ɇ. ₥Ø₮ⱧɆⱤ ₳₦Đ Đ₳Ʉ₲Ⱨ₮ɆⱤ ₳₦Đ ₴Ø₦ ₩łⱠⱠ ₱ɆⱤł₴Ⱨ, ₮ⱧɆ ₲ⱤɆ₳₮ ₮ɆⱤⱤØⱤ₴ ₩łⱠⱠ ⱤɆ₮ɄⱤ₦, ฿Ʉ₮ Ø₦ⱠɎ Ʉ₦ł₮ɆĐ ₩łⱠⱠ ₮ⱧɆ ĐɆVØɄⱤɆⱤ ₣₳ⱠⱠ.**\n\nAs the horrific message ended, so too did the majority of the pain. There was a lingering feeling, and soon the terrified screams of the festival goers would fill each ear, including those within the castle itself. Many began to run for their lives, but the sky had seemingly returned to normal. The stars and Lunam had returned to the void, the blood red color all gone.\n||"
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"author": "Gadi Toratiel",
"message": "_It wasn't hard to see the stars twinkles disappear, especially given the fact her magic relied on the moon and stars. Given that its possible she was one of the first to notice as the sky darkened, the woman looking up with a frown as Bagheera picked up on her trepidation, the starry shadowcat growling softly as its stood protectively in front of its master._\n\n\"What in the gods names is..\"\n\n_She got no further as the pain hit her like a hammer, the pipe falling from her mouth as her hands flew up to grip the sides of her head, clawing at it as she doubled over. The pain was unlike anything she had been through before, even the holy fires that had burnt her many years ago had nothing on the splinters stabbing into her brain as she screamed._\n\n_Yet almost as soon as it had hit, it was over - the woman reeling from the remnants of the pain as well as the nausea that followed. It took all of her self control not to throw up what little food was in her stomach there and then as her body trembled, the she-fiend drawing in long ragged breaths as she tried to calm herself. Whatever that voice had been it was bad news, a minor god perhaps or someone either powerful or mad enough to believe themselves one. Neither was a good option and she didn't particularly wish to stay around to find out._\n\n_Baggie meanwhile was doing his best to comfort her, the shadowcat purring loudly as he bunted her side softly in vain hopes of easing some of the pain._\n\n\"You know... I think that's rather enough excitement for today don't you think?\" _She managed to rasp out softly as she looked over to her companion, her voice more strained and coarse then before as she turned to look at the man she had just served._\n\n\"What do you say Kam, you want a ride out of here?\""
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"author": "Kameros Szerabon",
"message": "Kameros puffed out his lower lip in a pout as Gadi turned him down but shrugged, a smile upon his face. \"Can't blame me for trying, right? Though I am relieved to know Baggie wouldn't mind if you *Did* Say yes.\" Watching with a quiet respect and pity for the she-devil, Kameros raised a brow to the pipe in her mouth. A part of him wished to scold her for smoking, it was an old habit even his father still had, and as a child the young Kameros would constantly tell his father how bad it was for him, but to no avail. That look on his face was quite telling however, as it was an obvious expression of playful disapproval. Before Kameros could respond however, he realized something was off with Gadi.\n\nFrowning, Kameros tilted his head curiously. \"Gadi, are you-\" Baggie's reaction caused the sorcerer to tense, magic just barely flaring in the palm of his hands. Looking up as Gadi did, Kameros's stomach dropped when he realized the stars and moon were missing from the sky. Dread seemed to filled his body as red washed over it, the magic in his hands completely disappearing out of his control. Just as it hit Gadi, Kameros bent over in pain as the voice filled his pointed ears. Gripping his head, he hunched forward, his elbows nearly in his stomach as the message was relayed so painfully. Kameros had barely caught any of it, as the pain was proving to be the *Only* Thing he could focus on.\n\n_ _\nThrough that pain, Kameros began to walk forward towards Gadi in an attempt to save her from whatever was happening. Buckling however, he fell to one knee before the pain and voice suddenly disappeared. Panting and wincing as it lingered in his mind, the sound of Gadi's panther purring snapped Kameros's attention back to her once more. The screams of the others in the castle and its gardens soon reached his ears, Gadi's question barely breaking through to grab his attention. Snapping to look at her, he stammered, completely unsure of what to do.\n\n\"I- thank you for the offer, Gadi, but I think I should stay and see if anyone needs help.\" Kameros's entire demeanor seemed to change. The thought of anyone being hurt and needing help was too much for Kameros to run away from, especially if it meant Essme could be one of them. He truly didn't know if she had plans to attend, and with a glance he realized his bracelet hadn't lit up at all, washing relief over his being. Turning to look at Gadi, Kameros offered a meek smile. \"Thank you again for the rings, Gadi. I hope we meet again, and I hope whatever the hell just happened is the last we hear or see of it...\""
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"author": "Princess Delsandra Qinrel",
"message": "Finally, she had gotten away. \n\nAll Delsandra wished for was for the night to end and it nearly had. The sun would rise within only a few hours, and guests were still being reassured outside of the castle's walls that it was safe to leave. Many refused, terrified of what might happen if they did. The eldest princess of Thyseer however could take it no longer. Irezora was so much better at calming the masses than Del- the thought of her younger sister being better than her at anything causing jealousy to boil in her heart. Swallowing it as best she could however, Delsandra allowed the council and guard to handle the guests. After all, that vision still lingered in her mind and many urged her to rest rather than stress over the festival gone awry.\n\nRetreating to her bedroom, Delsandra opened the door. The princess's trusted companion and hellyenx Malachite sat outside of her bedroom door, ensuring no one would disturb her as she decompressed. The long and elegant dress Del had chosen for Sorevelle was disheveled, but at the very least not ruined. It was one of her favorite dresses, a gradient of blue, red and orange that fit snuggly to her hourglass form. With a sigh, Delsandra closed the door behind her and rest against for a quiet moment, her typically perfectly straight hair now a frizzled mess upon her head. While she wasn't tired enough to sleep, there was definitely fatigue aching in her muscles and especially her head. Pounding from the events that had taken place, Del wished for nothing more than peace and quiet.\n\n_ _\nThe eldest princess's bedroom was easily one of the most elaborately decorated in the castle, of course by Delsandra's design. A deep red caked the walls, but now all it did was remind poor Delsandra of the terrifying eye she had witnessed. With a disgusted look on her face as she looked around her room, the eladrin made a mental note to redisign the color palette of her room at a later date. For now however, it would have to wait. Sauntering across her bedroom, Delsandra tried her best to keep the thoughts of the vision out of her mind. Now, alongside her own, the portrayal of what the other three had witnessed was stained into her head. Nightmares were sure to come for days, weeks, months on end even. Retreating to her expansive closet, Delsandra retrieved an elegant deep blue nightgown before beginning to undress.\n\nTypically, servants would aid in her in this process, but she requested they leave her alone for the rest of the night. While she was no stranger to dressing herself, it most definitely offered a time of reflection being alone like this. Watching herself in the mirror as she slipped out of her Sorevelle dress, Delsandra's eyes almost seemed to drift away as she stood their bare. Their magnificent orange glow dimming slightly as thoughts wrapped around her head. So many bombarded her consciousness; who spoke those words? Why would these visions happen now? Why her and the other three? It was only then did Delsandra feel a flame in her heart begin to grow, one she just knew had to be Phoedite calming his chosen down.\n\nThe light in Delsandra's eyes returned, her empty expression now replaced with one of determination and an eerie calm. *Be still, my phoenix.* She heard him whisper. *All will be clear in time.*\n\n_ _\nA chill ran up the eladrin's skin, goosebumps peppering her pale form from her arms to her legs. It had been so long since she had heard him speak to her, but as she stood there bare before her mirror Delsandra began to hum to herself. Like snapping out of a stupor, she moved once more and began to dress into her deep blue nightgown. It was then thought clicked in her head, and as she pulled the gown up to her shoulders she looked around her room at the red that stained the walls. \"Dark blue. Hm.\" Delsandra muttered to herself. At the very least she had decided her bedroom's design change. \n\nNow dressed in a long silk down, the front cut out revealing her long porcelaine legs. It draped around her, but when she walked her legs slid out like water, causing the princess to look as regal as she did in any formal dress. This was only her nightwear however. Retrieving a brush from her vanity, Delsandra began to brush through her long blonde hair. It was an absolute mess, and if anyone knew Delsandra well they'd know she can never stand being a mess. So, there the princess stood, humming quietly to herself as she slowly brushed tenderly through each long lock of hair. The only light in the room was the bright white moon shining onto the floor of the bedroom and a single candle flame Del had lit ablaze on her vanity. Shadows danced in the darkness, but the princess paid them no mind.\n\nAs far as she knew, she was safe and alone."
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "There was a noticeable change in the air flow once one entered the threshold of Princess Delsandra's room. Unlike the thick, tense, and downright unbearable claustrophobic chaos that continued to bubble and boil within the Thyseer castle–*Both inside and out of its gates* – here, inside the silence under a cool moonlight... It was peaceful. \n\n*Almost*. Peaceful. \n\nCinnamon coated every inch of Delsandra's room, as it was her signature scent. There was never a place she wouldn't be without the tailing aroma of warm, peppery vanilla mixed with the spice of wood and metallic; much like the fire in her eyes. However, with such a prominent smell floating throughout the princess's room, another was eerily lingering nearby... Deep within the shadows of Delsandra's blood-soaked walls, a fragrance of freshly cut sage mixed with sweet tart faerie fruit cut the air. Its intoxicating scent prowling around much like a stranger in someone's home. \n\nFrom the moment that the eladrin Princess stepped foot into her bedroom, she would undoubtedly catch the change. Nevertheless, with just how strained and warned down everyone was from the disasters of Sorevelle, such a small detail as this could surely slip one's mind. And Corithian had hoped that for his sake, it had. Lurking in the unknown corners of inky shadow, the High Lord sat undetected. His midnight gaze locked onto the she-elf the moment she had entered her room– *Disgust filling his closed jaw.* \n_ _\n\nThere was a certain kind of hate that came to mind when Corin looked at Delsandra. One of writhing betrayal, seeping envy, and perhaps even a jealousy that his pride would never admit. The two's history ran deep, so deep in fact, that Corinthian could have been a prince... Standing beside Delsandra in all of her glory. Now however, that was nothing more than a dream spewed from lying lips. *Her* Lying lips. Deceitful as the seed she grew from, Corinthian was forever undone by his ex lover, Princess Delsandra Qinrel.\n\nAfter his cover being blown at Sorevelle, Lord Corin had no other choice but to retreat from his peers and take cover elsewhere. Of course his idea of hiding was nothing more than an excuse to snuff out the Princess's room, the Spy Master had more motive than just waiting for the crowds to die down.. Silently, the darkling watched as Delsandra sauntered around her room. Golden tendrils of magic swaying violently beneath the shadows he lingered in, the color in his eyes flickering to a violent red as he caught glimpses of the princess slipping from her clothes. For a council member, one might think that the man would have regrets for breaking such a law by being here, let alone prioritizing his own motives rather than his Queens. However, Corinthian was always a devilish soul, and no amount of changing would erase the wickedness that flowed through his veins.\n_ _\n\nNo remorse beheld the High Lord as he dragged his pupiless gaze around the princess's form, along every curve, devouring the sight of what once was his. Resisting the urge to reveal himself right then and there, the Spy Master waited, swallowing the roughness that sat in the back of his throat. Even though the half elf hated Delsandra with every fiber in his being– There was no denying she was a goddess on her own. High elves were always told they held the beauty of every elven tree, but to Corinthian, the Eladrin Princess took the winning prize. A teetering scowl broke the male's lips as he thought of just how many had the pleasure of seeing Del in such a way, though, those thoughts were soon died down by his conscious reminding him that it was pointless to care. Even still, Corin held the she-elf's gaze in the mirror. Knowing she was oblivious to what was staring back at her. \n\nWaiting until after the princess got dressed, Corinthian watched curiously as his ex lover comforted herself in a humming song. He could see the discomfort upon her face, which came to no surprise. Tonight put the fear into many hearts, although for the High Lord himself, he was far more fearful of his Queen's demise than the bigger factor at hand. There was little that Corinthian truly feared, and perhaps that was his downfall. Little care for his job nor his actions, it was awfully reckless. Dangerous even. Nevertheless, once Delandra had begun to brush her hair, a gentle *Whooshing* Sound could be heard within the far shadows of the women's room... \n\n\"Dark blue, huh?\" A deep voice bellowed, \"Personally, I'd prefer a nice gold...\"\n_ _\n\nTwo bright golden swirls of magic could be the only thing visible as Corinthian pried himself from the inky darkness. Soon, his full body would come into view, leaving Delsandra to look up at the hounding figure– his height toppling over her. With hands laid calmly behind his back, Corin flashed his sinister grin, venom painted across that playful smile. \"What a night. I thought you would have died back there...\" The Spy Master crooned sarcastically. Each step Corinthian made towards Delsandra was slow and precise, his body language showing nothing but an eerie nonchalance. Something that the she-elf would remember to be cautious of.\n||"
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"author": "Princess Delsandra Qinrel",
"message": "Like the chill from before that caressed Delsandra's bare skin, her body trembled and jumped at the sound of a voice behind her. Whipping around, a ball of fire replaced the brush in her hand, her hair brushed through but now glowing like the flame she now held. The princess's eyes blazed a fiery orange, an obvious warning to anyone who dared enter her room unannounced. Within a millisecond, hundreds of possibilities ran through her head of who it was and what was going on. After all, it wouldn't be the first time a voice had invaded Delsandra's peace of mind tonight. If not for its familiarity, the princess very well could have turned the Spymaster into a ball of flame, though 'lucky' is not what Delsandra would call him. The moment her eyes took in just who it was, the ball of flame slowly died, but the princess's hair and eyes remained glowing.\n\nA terrifying fire burned in the pyromancer's eyes, one filled with hate and hurt and anger at the sight of her former lover. Seeing him before had been hard enough, now he was here spying on her? In her own damn castle? In her own *Room?* The rage that was slowly building in Delsandra's heart and mind was showing physically, apparent by her hands trembling. How could Corinthian act so nonchalant in this situation? How long had he been here? The comment on Delsandra's change in her room's color was enough to confirm her suspicions; he had been here long enough to watch her come in, to undress- Delsandra began to seethe at the thought. Eyeing Corinthian with so many emotions at once, she didn't even know what to say. Should she call for the guard or simply deal with him herself?\n\n_ _\nAfter a long moment of silence, the princess turned away from the Spymaster and began to walk towards her vanity. The completely ruined and burned brush in her hands disappeared with a simple spell, and with an eerily sinister calm to her voice Delsandra finally spoke as she walked away from Corinthian. \"I doubt you came here to give me advice on decorating. I should have known a perverted bastard like you would try to catch one last glimpse. Miss me that terribly? Obsession looks bad on you, Corin.\" Delsandra refused to look at him. She knew what would get under his skin, more than probably anyone else he knew. Being ignored was a big one, as was testing his temper. If he grew angry enough, hopefully it would give Delsandra a reason to send him running with his spiny black tail between his legs.\n\n\"I don't know why you're here, nor do I have the time, energy or desire to care.\" The princess walked past her vanity, still never offering Corinthian so much as a glance. With as much nonchalance as the Spymaster gave the princess, Delsandra slowly sank down into a chaise lounge chair, her head rested on her hand as she stared off. Growing quiet, she knew eventually Corin would break it. He'd respond with some witty comment, say something rude then perhaps leave. The she-elf tried with all her might to refuse any positive memories of she and him to enter her mind, but piece by piece they bled through. Their laughter, his smile, his hands, his playfulness, his smell- letting out a short sigh, Delsandra stopped herself. She'd never let him in again. *Never.*\n\n_ _\nQuietly Delsandra sat, and with her free hand the princess began to run it through her golden hair. The fire in her eyes and locks slowly began to dull, though she was still very much on alert. Outside of trying to get under her skin, Delsandra couldn't think of a reason Corinthian would be here. His queen had suffered the same as Del had, shouldn't he be by her side? Perhaps... He was worried about his former partner? A glimmer as faint as a mere ember appeared in the princess's heart, but she knew it was wishful thinking."
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "One might say that Corinthians twisted mind was just as dark as his heart, relishing in the delight of others' discomfort. Even if it was just for a moment, the fear piercing Delsandras soul as she whipped herself around only furthered Corin's wicked grin. Those pearly white fangs that rested perfectly against his tantalizing lips was enough to make even the dead shiver, and Corinthian knew in the back of his mind that no matter how much this she-elf dared to deny him... He had her right where he wanted her from the very beginning. \n\nLazily, the Spy Master's gaze drifted to the fire coiling in the woman's hands, his head tilting to the side in a rather sarcastic scoff. \"Come on now darling, you know your little light shows never intimidated me.\" Corinthian stated flatly. Instead of inching closer however, the sorcerer held his position at the opposite end of the Princess's vanity– watching as the little elf made a desperate attempt to ignore the darkling. Delsandra always had an act for the over-dramatics, her bratty temper almost as fiery as the magic she possessed. It was by the grace of the gods that the two stayed together as long as they did however, and as the snarky remarks began to fly Corin's way, a low, breathy laugh fell from the High Lord. \n\n\"Please, don't try to flatter yourself too much, *Princess.* Would you seriously believe I would ever want anything to do with you and your empty heart?\" \n_ _\n\nShooting a smug look to Delsandra as she sauntered past, inevitably taking a seat in one of her many lavish chairs. It was a bold move at that, seeing just how careless she was to the fact an assassin was in her midst. Nevertheless, Corinthian took that time to prove his intentions, and what he wanted was far more than a game of dagger words and careless ignorance. With slow strides, the High Lord menacingly made his way towards Princess Delsandra. His daunting figure outstretched like a sinister shadow. The once floating gold specs that laid in Corin's voidless eyes soon burned into a bloodstained red, wine pouring over as he casted his hateful gaze down to her- *Locking on*. No amount of ignoring would work with such a dominant force tugging at her attention, even as he spoke. \n\n\"You and I both know I could care less for your wants, Delsandra...\" The High Lord growled, his brow narrowing at her obvious attempt to refuse him. While it was true that a mutual respect was something Corinthian aimed to have for anyone who dared stand in his presence; it was pure hatred that fueled him when that rule was broken. Had the half elf not known of Del's obnoxious nature, this fetal attempt would have gotten under his skin. However, it would seem to just annoy him more than rile him up. Although, the counselor had enough... \"I came here because you have something I want.\" \n\nJust as Corin spoke, a gentle *Whoosh* Filled the air once more before wisps of black magic formed behind the eladrin, strong hands reaching out from the mist to drag along the woman's figure before pinning down her wrists against the armchair. Lord Corinthian emerged from the self made shadows one final time, his cold glare meaning he was far more serious this time around. No smirk or scowl held the sorcerer's face as he loomed over her, those dark black curls tumbling over his eyes ever so slightly. If Delsandra wasn't off put by now, his look of cruel desire was sure to put a fear in her... \n_ _\n\nStaring a moment, with his face mere inches from her own in an upside down locked gaze- Corinthian brought himself closer ever so slightly. Soft lips breathing against the Princess's ear as he whispered to her. \"And *You're* Going to help me get it.\"\n||"
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"author": "Princess Delsandra Qinrel",
"message": "Delsandra tried her best to ignore Corinthian's cruel words about her heart but it fell just as it had time and time again when he opened his mouth. It stung. Her heart wasn't empty, but rather than the sadness of how his words made her feel upon her face, there was instead anger. Still, she remained silent. Del would not offer the satisfaction of allowing him to know he had gotten beneath her skin. Refusing to look his way, the princess could hear his approaching footfalls, each one causing her muscles to tense more and more. Slowly Delsandra's heart began to pace, her jaw tense as timidness finally began to creep in. Contrary to the front she put out to the world, deep inside she knew how she felt about Corinthian.\n\n*She feared him.*\n\nThe closer he lingered the more nervous Delsandra became. Should she call for the guard? If she tried, he'd like be on top of her before any sound could escape her throat. Then, he spoke once more, his words harsh and filled with impatience. Delsandra tried her best to not fold so easily, her mouth remaining shut as she felt the cruel lord's presence grow nearer. Of course he didn't care about her. After all, all he had truly wanted back then was the title of king, right? *The eladrin king.* Mentioning he wanted something however in that terrifying tone caused a painful chill to course through the princess's veins. What could this *Bastard* Possibly want?\n\n_ _\nWhen Corinthian disappeared and reappeared behind Delsandra she jumped with a loud gasp, her body trembling as his hands held hers down. Those bright orange hues dulled in fear, her hair dimming along with them. Their eyes locked, Delsandra unable to look away from the black and gold swirling within his. Pure fear had stricken her heart, her limbs shaking but there was no struggle for she knew it would be futile. Corinthian was great at demanding things, but even greater at obtaining them. With how close he was, his scent became overpowering in Delsandra's nose. Breathing any other smell in was impossible with him so near, and it made Del's heart race a hundred beats a second. But, she'd not go down so easily. Perhaps a true threat would scare him off.\n\n\"You'd start a war if you harmed me. I'll call for the guard- get out.\" Delsandra's voice trembled, though try as she did to hide it. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable, even through the threatening words she spoke. She knew how highly Corinthian regarded his queen, that much was certain with how worried he was about Dhakashira during that terrifying event. Would he risk hurting her more in such a drastic way? Soon his breath rolled onto her ear, a feeling that sent goosebumps along her porcelain skin. This fear was damned crippling, so much so Delsandra had forgotten to breath for many seconds. Inhaling shakily, the princess couldn't take her eyes off of Corinthians.\n\nEven through all of that fear and anger and hatred Delsandra could feel a fire deep down in her heart. A fire fueled by the god she devoted her heart and life to; Phoedite. He beckoned her to burn Corinthian to nothing but ash and dust. Perhaps the Spymaster would be able to feel the heat within her skin, it growing and growing the longer he held her there. Even through that heat fear remained in her hues. Now all she could hope for was he'd leave her be after threatening him."
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "\"Go ahead, call for them.\" Corinthian laughed, his lips pursing into a crooked smile. \"But don't blame me when you make yourself look like a fool.\" Glancing down at the princess, the High Lord gave a testing glare before he let go, his hands returning to his back. Corin seemed fairly confident in himself when it came to the guards, or really any authoritative figure for that matter. As he *Was* A skillful spymaster, the hustle and bustle of tonight's show helped him walk right through the castle with ease. Before Delsandra would even be able to call out for help, Corinthian would surely slip away into the night just before anyone would care to notice. \n\nThe audible tremble within Delsandra's voice played like a melody in the eladrins ears as he circled her. Eyeing her all the while, Corin looked as though he was devouring her with the blank stare that beheld his face. In truth however, the half elf was lost deep in thought– \"Have you lost your fire? Since when is it like you to call for help without doing something yourself?\" Slowly, the darkling tilted his head as his lips curled upwards mockingly. \"Has your time on this plane made you go soft, dear Delsandra..?\" A low, playful scoff rolled off the man's tongue, his magic within his eyes rolling over. It would seem as though the princess had changed alot since they had last met. \n_ _\n\nRegardless, it didn't take long for the High Lord to grow bored of their conversation. Soon, his attention turned to focus back on the room around him, specifically the vanity Delsandra was changing in front of. Lazily, the counselor sauntered over towards it; picking up nicknacks that were scattered atop its table. Corinthians' large hands made each piece of jewelry, perfume, or other feminine item look tiny as he held them up to inspect them– his dark glare uninterested in such things. Nevertheless, he knew it would get a rise out of the hot headed princess... With vacant eyes drifting far in thought, Corin grew silent before speaking once more. Only this time, his tone shifted back to his more serious pitch- held by the impatiens growing in the back of his throat.\n\n\"Galadriel's eye...\" The High Lord began, Corinthians' face still preoccupied by Delsandra's trinkets. \"It still resides here with your castle, does it not?\" \n\nSlowly, Corin shifted his sights over to the princess who remained trembling within her seat. He took note of the boiling rage rising in her eyes, yet paid no mind to it. Never in a million years would he expect someone like her to aid to him, however, Corinthian was going to reach that relic with or without her help. Taking a moment to let his words sink in, the Spy Master continued. \"I know the rumors surroundings it's uses, and i *Know*, that it can be used to communicate back to the Fae Plane...\" Turning to face the eladrin fully, Corinthian placed down Delsandra's things before folding his arms over his chest. A dead serious look donning across his face. \"I need to use it.\"\n||"
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"author": "Princess Delsandra Qinrel",
"message": "The moment Corinthian let go of the princess, Delsandra wringed her wrists idly, her heart pounding out of her chest. With the lord moving away, her breathing slowly began to calm, though only slightly. The eladrin's eyes never left the man's, her own wide and alert. Just as his namesake suggested, the cruel words that fell from his lips seemed to strike straight through the princess's heart, although she tried her absolute best to hide it. A fury began to rise in her chest, her jaw clenching in anger as he goaded her to do something for herself for once. The palms of Delandra's hands began to glow as embers trickled out from her pores. Her mind and the voice within it was screaming at her to incinerate Corinthian, turn his vile smirk to ash in an instant. Before she could however, the Spymaster's gaze shifted elsewhere, and so too did his figure. Watching him move, the fire in Del's hands slowly died, but not within her heart and mind.\n\nEach object of Delsandra's that was misplaced as he handled her things only irritated the princess further, her jaw clenched fiercely. Nevertheless she held her tongue, knowing full well the best way to handle Corinthian was through the art of words where touch needed to be avoided. The sudden sound of the Spymaster's voice booming from his throat did cause Delsandra to tense suddenly. His words struck her as surprising at first, but the realization of what he truly wanted slowly began to settle in. Galadriel's Eye was a means of communication, not unlike a lexicon used by nobility and royalty across the world. The main difference being the Eye could communicate through planes of existence, and Delsandra knew *Exactly* Where and who Corinthian wished to communicate. A devilish grin appeared on the princess's face.\n\n_ _\nCorinthian continued to speak, only solidifying the thoughts in Delsandra's mind. \"Ah. I know why you wish to use the Eye.\" A breath-like chuckle fell from the princess's rosy lips, her fiery eyes dancing circles around the Spymaster as she stood, knowing now she had a leg up on the cruel lord. Slowly Delsandra began to saunter around Corinthian, her gaze taking in his form in a teasing and playful manner. \"You *Know* Only the royal family can access the Eye, and with your history with me you thought I'd say yes to such a request?\" Stopping beside Corin, Del's voice grew harsh, her eyes narrowing. \"Do you believe me to be daft?\" Turning her head to look at the side of the lord's face, she continued her wicked words. \"Why on the Gods green earth would I ever amuse your little request? In what world, in what *Existence* Did you think I'd agree to his?\" Shaking her head, Delsandra walked behind Corinthian to her vanity.\n\nSlowly she began to put things back where they were meant to be, moving the perfumes, brushes, make-up, etc. Then, the princess turned around, leaning herself gently against the vanity with her arms as supports on the surface to her sides. Smirking, another laugh fell from her mouth. \"Does the little prince miss his mummy?\""
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "Carelessly, Corinthian flicked off whatever dust was found between his hands by slowly rubbing his thumb against his index finger. Those liquor filled eyes seething once Princess Delsandra finally spoke up. It was obvious by the woman's tone that she was trying to get under his skin. However, only this time her nails dug deeper than the Spy Master would have liked. Each vile word that spit from her tongue caused Corinthians chest to tighten in a slow, burning rage. The look on his face darkening, brows etched with ill-temper. With a tight, closed jaw, Corin swallowed the roughness in his throat before another scoff soon escaped through his teeth– Eyes coldly locking onto Delsandra all the while she pranced around him. \n\nIt was true that only the royal family of Thyseer could access the Eye of Galadriel, Corinthian certainly believed he would find a way around it with or *Without* The help of his former lover. As the princess prowled herself around the High Lord, ultimately making herself a target in the range of the darkling- Corin himself shifting his position on his feet slyly- The muscles in his arms tensing with an uneasy eagerness to him. Almost as if he was teasing her back.. Testing her, *Daring* Her to come closer. Boldly however, she stopped. Both locking eyes. Fire invaded the cold, dark rings of Corinthians' gaze as he glared down at her. His expression unwavering up until Delsandra shot her typical snarky remarks. \n_ _\n\n\"Hey, *If the shoe fits, Princess.*\" The counselor teased, hate dancing proudly in his tone. Slowly, that crooked smile appeared once more. Any chance Corinthian could get to throw the eladrins words right back at her were never missed out on. However before the High Lord could get any further words out, the next three that left Delsandra's mouth had all but begun to dig her own grave... \n\nSilence filled the room after the princess spoke, that cheeky grin across her face surely aching with how long she held on. Corinthian, who at the time had his back turned, slowly began to turn on his heel. That terrifyingly calm look sending chills deep within Del's perfect peach skin. A low half scoff *Huffed* From Corin, his head turned half way across the back of his shoulder, eyes draping the floor. With a slow lick of his lips, the Spy Lord flashed a lifeless smirk before all hell broke loose-\n\nShooting out from sight, all Princess Delsandra would feel was a chilling cold breeze before her spine and tailbone were harshly shoved back into her vanity- Corinthians massive hand reaching from the black void of magic he appeared from only to grasp the woman by her throat– thrusting her head back into her mirror. With such a violently force, *Everything* Tousled and rolled off from the table. Crashing in a loud, booming effect; even the glass in which Del's head had cracked. \n_ _\n\nWithin a matter of seconds, Corinthian had gotten on top of the she-elf. His hold unbreakable. Looming over-top of the woman, the darkling's face was nearly touching Delsandras, breath coating her skin as he panted with rage from his nose. Knowing all too well of her tricks however, Corin's inky shadow held down the princess's hands to avoid being burned. Nevertheless, that grip he held upon her throat would soon tighten... \"You keep your *Filthy* Mouth **Shut**.\" Corinthian growled, his lips brushing hers with each word. Narrowing those cruel eyes, the High Lord watched as Delsandra would soon choke on the air leaving her lungs, the gold swirls of magic swimming in his pupilless eyes now replaced with blood red.\n\n\"Don't you see, little girl? I don't *Need* You to access the eye. I mean- look at how easy it was to get *In* Here.\" Tilting his head tauntingly, the darkling paused a moment before trailing his lips further along Dels skin- speaking in a low hush. \" Although.. I can only imagine how *Easy* It would be to just kill you now. I'd have access any time I want..\" \n_ _"
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"author": "The Fable Keeper",
"message": "Clanking sounds of armored foot falls could soon be heard shuffling about in the halls of the Thysser castle. Followed by the shouts of guards alerting their people to return to their rooms... \"Quickly! We must find the intruder before they escape!\" One voice called, rallying more knights to follow in their pursuit around the castle grounds. \"You there! Take your men and check on the princesses! No one is to leave their rooms.\" \n\nSoon enough, the rhythmic stampede of Thysser guards were making their way down the royal quarter halls, leaving Corinthian in far more danger of being spotted than he had expected. Nevertheless, pitying a laugh to the situation he was in, Corin lifted his face back up. The serious focus in his eyes returning as he spoke. \"I *Will* Get the eye. And I hope you can live with whatever happens to anyone who stands in my way to get it, Delsandra.\" \n\nWithout another word, the High Lord's shadow would soon grow twice his size. Toppling over his massive figure before enveloping him completely. Just as the last tendrils of inky black magic had evaporated into thin air– Princess Delsandra's bedroom door busted wide open. Three fully armored guards rushing through, weapons at the ready. \"Your highness,\" A stern male voice began, \"Are you alright? We have reason to believe that an intruder has been lingering around after the festival.\" \n\nOne by one, each guard filled into the eledrins room, their eyes scanning each corner and crevice. Only finding a disturbed vanity and frankly, a far more disturbed princess, the three knights bowed apologetically before their leader spoke up once more. \"I am sorry, Princess Delsandra. Orders are orders, you must stay here until we have cleared everywhere. By any chance... Did you happen to see a *Dark elf?* Reports say that it is a Female dark elf who has been lingering about. Does that mean anything to you?\" \n_ _"
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"author": "Princess Delsandra Qinrel",
"message": "To say that it was fear in the princess's eyes would be an unbelievable understatement. It was sheer terror that filled Delsandra's heart and soul when Corinthian's hand wrapped around her throat. In other circumstances, she would have burned him to a crisp, but he was quicker. Her head banging against the glass of her vanity caused her head to go fuzzy for a few fleeting moments, only for her vision to clear and see the murky ink-like sea of Corinthian's eyes. Delsandra simply should have known better than to speak of Corin's mother. After all, she was the most important woman in his life, even being so far away from her. Perhaps it was the effects of the vision she had or even the small amount of alcohol she had consumed that left Delsandra making such poor decisions.\n\nDesperately she clung for air, her lungs lurching in desperation for oxygen. At the very least, his words of threatening intentions were just that; words. He *Needed* Delsandra, whether he liked it or not, and although the fear of suffocating was on the forefront of the princess's mind, she knew deep down he'd never kill her. At least not before he got a chance to use the Eye. Delsandra's vibrant golden-orange hues dimmed the less oxygen she was able to inhale, and although her skin felt hot to the touch, it would not be enough to force Corinthian off of her. All the princess could do was pray to Phoedite that someone, anyone would come to her rescue. She felt pitiful, useless even in this circumstance. But, it was a circumstance she had gotten herself in to.\n\n_ _\nThe sudden voices and banging upon Delsandra's doors caused relief to wash over the princess. The voices were the familiar sounds of guards, and now Del just knew she was safe. Although no oxygen had managed to slip into her lungs, fire burned in her eyes. She'd not soon forget Corinthian's little tantrum anytime soon. The dark lord's final warning did send a chill down Delsandra's spine however, but as he finally pulled away the princess gasped for air just as guards burst through her room. Trembling as oxygen was finally allowed to return to her bloodstream, Delsandra raised a hand to the guards now in her room. \"I'm- I'm fine.\" Allowing herself a moment to catch her breath, the princess took in a deep and heavy sigh. \"If there's an intruder go look for them! There's no one here but me.\" Rage had settled in, and all Del wished for now was to be alone.\n\n*Delsandra would not soon forget this night, however.*"
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"author": "Faelyth Duskryn",
"message": "*\"Shit.\"*\n\nFaelyth's eyes widened cautiously as guards passed by, all on patrol, all looking for her. It seemed the she-elf had really gotten herself into a bind this time. Her first time ever in Thyseer and she found herself neck deep in trouble. Sindr would have her head if the Thyseerian guards didn't cut it off first. Dressed in dark brown leather with a face covering only leaving her eyes revealed, a hood rest over her head to avoid her bright white hair from giving her away. What was she even doing here? She had never regretted going somewhere more in her life, but it was her knew 'master's' wish to do so. Then that strange but awfully painful voice? Faelyth would never visit Thyseer again, not for all the gold in the world. As the guards finally passed by, the dark elf emerged from her hiding spot in the curtains of a window.\n\nBreathing quietly, she then began to make her way down the halls of the castle, more than careful to listen for any approaching footsteps. Voices could be heard down nearly every corridor, all shouting to 'find the dark elf' and 'protect the princesses'. Well, Faelyth was not here for them thankfully. Perhaps she'd visit this 'Eye' she's read so much about her snatch one of those elaborately crafted necklaces from one of the royal's rooms before she finally left. It wasn't her objective, but shiny things were always nice to have. Another set of guards could be heard stomping down the hall, and just as they rounded the corner they'd be met with yet another empty hall. Above them, Faelyth watched from the beams holding up the ceiling, panting slightly from the sudden climb up. With everything normal, they moved on.\n\nJumping down silently, Faelyth let out a huff as her feet hit the ground, the faint *Pat* Thankfully not giving her away to the guards now further down the hallway. \"I need to get out of this place.\" Fae whispered to herself in a hushed tone, then rounded the corner to hopefully find a way out."
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "Somewhere far from the first batch of rallied guards, a massive black portal morphed from a single shadow. It's murky like tendrils whipping around violently before a silhouette made its way through. Corinthian, with his head held high and shoulders back, strode through the halls of the Thyseer castle in quick, strong paces. After fashionably escaping from the Thyseerian Princess's room, he didn't trust Delsandra would keep their dreadful reunion a secret. Nevertheless, the Spy Master kept his wits. Each footfall clicking with determination to get out. *Get home.* By no means was Corin afraid of the many knights patrolling the grounds... No, fear was the last thing rising in his chest. \n\n*It was rage.*\n\nWhipping his jacket forwards, the High Lord shoved both of his balled fits into his pants pockets as he strolled right through each corridor. Being that all the eyes were out searching for a *Second* Intruder, none would dare question the presence of a councilman. Let alone a *Spymaster*. For all they knew he was there to help them track down the vermin. Even so, Corinthian paid no mind to what was going to become of whoever was stupid enough to wander into the kingdom of Fae. Even *He* Knew the risks he was taking when planning his rights to the Eye. Regardless, all Corin could think of was Delsandra. The way she dared speak so ill of his mother, and of him. \n\nTightening his jaw, the eladrin grinded his teeth at the thought of slamming her head into something far more *Harder* Than a glass mirror– Although, getting revenge on the princess was something that would have to wait. As Corinthian dreaded the one thing he knew he never wanted to realize. Delsandra *Was* The key to getting to the Eye. And as much as the High Lord denied that possibility, he had to consider it. No other member of the Thyseer family would ever let Corinthian come closer than he had with Del. Even if he had plotted the option of manipulating a much younger princess, Irezora. \n_ _\n\nAs the darkling ran through a series of thoughts and plans through his head, mindlessly allowing his legs to carry him to the castle doors, something caused his elven ears to twitch...\n\nPerhaps it was just the instincts of a trained assassin and spy, always listening for something out of the ordinary to catch his attention. All of the loud mesh and clanging of armored knights had long passed down the royal quarter halls, leaving the one Cornithian found himself in rather quiet. Bordering a twin set hall just on the other side of an open stairway, a peculiar fluttering sound rustled the Spy Lord's senses. Ripping his cold gaze over towards the vacant space, Corin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He caught the tail end of the hooded figure dropping from rafters overhead, their soft landing coming to a bit of a surprise to Cornthian. However, with too much on his mind the High Lord gave little interest in staying around to see the outcome of this stranger's fate. \n\nPassing on through another set of pillars, Corin kept his side eye wavering back towards the idly figure. Watching as their hood slipped just enough to see the familiar streaks of white ashen hair and skin. Any other day Corinthian wouldn't pay much mind to a dark elf, having no reason to. However, after putting the puzzle pieces together, something clicked. *It was a sister.* \n\nHalting to a stop, the darkling slyly took a few steps backwards. Angling himself behind the pillar that held the neighboring halls together. He didn't want to be mistaken for the wrong target, as a certain sister was on his list of work outside his council duties. Nevertheless, as Faelyth gave herself away with her whispers, Corinthian rolled his eyes as she attempted to escape once more. Cursing to the gods under his breath, the High Lord leaned forwards on his dominant foot– shadows embracing him once more before he vanished from the hall all together...\n_ _\n\nFaelyth, having just rounded yet another corner, would soon come face to face with a pair of hands lunging at her from within the darkened parts of an open grand hall. Seeing as the she-elf was rushing– her speed caused the woman's abdomen to get crushed harshly by the impact of the force in which Corinthian grabed her with. Within seconds, the dark elf would be yanked from out of sight and into the shadows of the room. The soft ***THUNK*** Of Faelyth's back meeting cold marble echoing out into the air. Knowing the girl would surely put up a fuss, Corinthian braced his hand against her mouth. Those eerie pits of black looming forwards as the Spy master showed his face. Gold magic swimming quickly within them.\n\nWithout warning, Corin tossed his free hand up and yanked the hood down from Faelyths head– Proving that she was indeed the sister he was looking for. Soon, a half smirk adored the High Lord's face as he pulled himself closer towards the she-elf. His whisper a low hum as he breathed out into her ears. \"Well well, if it isn't the missing sister... Your mother has been missing you, little one. Let's get you back to the den now, shall we?\"\n||"
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"author": "Faelyth Duskryn",
"message": "*'Finally, I'm in the clea-'*\n\nFaelyth's thoughts were cut abruptly short by being slammed backwards. The air was knocked clean from her lungs, and a terrible gasp left the dark elf's mouth as she attempted to gain it back. Her vision blurry for but just a moment, those multi-colored hues focused on a man she did not recognize. Pinned to a wall in a room she had no reason of being in, Faelyth's eyes filled with panic for a few fleeting moments, up until a whispery voice filled her pointed ears. It sent chills down her entire body, causing her muscles to tense up in an almost painful way. Who was this man? How dare he touch her? Based on his attire, this was no guard of Thyseer. Perhaps a noble of some kind hoping to take advantage of the woman he happened to stumble upon? No, this was something else entirely. *He mentioned Sindr.*\n\nWith her cover blown, Faelyth began to think of ways out of this. Had Sindr asked this stranger to find her? A *Man* No less? What the hell had happened while Faelyth was away? How- long had she been away? Weeks, right? Or was it months-..? Mentally shaking herself out of those thoughts, there was no time to worry about the Mother for now. With her mouth uncovered and hood removed from her face, the strange man would be able to see just how fiery the little dark elf in his grasp truly was. Her eyes, one yellow and one blue, began to glow ferociously. Ice and snow could be seen falling within one socket, while in the other a vicious lightning storm began to form. These elements would begin to seep from either hand, the colors in the room the stranger had pulled her into filled with the same as her eyes.\n\n_ _\n\"Didn't *Your* Mother ever tell you how to handle a woman?\" Lightning crackled up Faelyth's left arm, rippling onto the man as he held her so harshly against the wall. From the other arm, ice crystals began to tear their way upwards to meet the man's body, though if he knew anything about chromancers he'd know without seeing the color that matches their eyes, they cannot use their chromatic magic. Anger surged with Faelyth, though from where it originated she couldn't pinpoint. Was it with Sindr, or herself? Right now, her anger was with this man that dared handle her in such a way. \"Why Sindr would ever even *Speak* To the likes of a man so vile is beyond me!\" Faelyth growled, pushing her legs upwards to knock the man back and away from her.\n\n*This sister would not go without a fight.*"
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"author": "Corinthian, The Cruel Lord",
"message": "A quick twitch pulled the hooded lids of Corinthians eyes when Faelyths words bit at him. *What is with these women assaulting his mother today?* – Before the counselor could jerk her around once more, an intense burning sensation consumed his fingers. Then his hands, and the longer he held- His arms. \n\n*\"Gha!\"* The darkling spat, his grip releasing just in time to see the sparks of lightning erupting from Faelyths skin. He knew of the dark elf's trickery, given the mother had provided just enough information on the sister to keep an eye out for. However, Corin didn't realize just how annoying it would be to deal with a particularly feisty chromancer. \"I don't have time for your games, little one.\" Corinthian bellowed in a low growl. He shook out the shock that still lingered through his arms and hands, flexing his fingers into fists whilst still keeping a trained eye on Faelyths figure. \n\nThere was a ruthless sway about the High Lord that grew more and more dominant by the minute. It was clear by the crazed look in this narrowed expression that the elven man had no intention of letting her escape, nor would he allow himself to go home empty handed. Creating space between the two if only to fool the she-elf, Corinthians figure was soon sweltering with massive black shadows that coated his forearms... Crawling their way up his back as they towered far above him. \n_ _\n\n\"Light shows over... *You are coming with me.*\" Said the Spy Lord. His tone a low, grave, and serious landslide. Before his final words had all but reached the tip of his tongue, Corin pushed his hands together in a thundering – ***CLAP*** – sending his shadows hurtling towards the sister. The entire space was quickly enveloped in pure darkness, and while most creatures could see in the dark, Corinthians inky tendrils held a specific kind of magic that blinded anyone who became entangled within it. \n\nFog shrouded around the Thyseer halls, surely making a noticeable scene for any by-passers. With everyone already on such high alert, the counselor would only have a few minutes to gather his target and go. Corinthian moved through the dark haze like a snake slithering towards its prey; those vibrate gold specks pulsating into slits as he dodged and weaved any oncoming attacks Faelyth may throw. Within mere seconds, the darkling was behind the elf, one hand swooping up to cover her eyes– if only to ensure she couldn't see to use her powers. \n\nA chill of pain would soon strike the female's temple, numbness succumbing to her limbs. Corin's breath exhaled heavily along the back of Faelyths neck, his lips dangerously close to the woman's ear as he whispered, \" Goodnight, little elf.\" Finally, the assassin collapsed just as the black fog cleared. Corinthian could still hear the shouts and clatter of guards rallying back through the castle halls, making his movements swift and fairly harsh as he flung the girl over his shoulder. \n\nWith nothing more than a held breath and snap of his fingers, the Spy Master warped in another inky portal before taking one last glance back down Princess Delsandra's hall. A hardened glaze formed over the High Lords ebony hues, his mind still lost on the track of revenge. '*That Eye will be mine...'* He thought to himself through a tight clenched jaw. '*Just you wait..'*\n||"
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"author": "Captain Kythaela Veldoris | The Silver Saber",
"message": "Alone Kythaela sat at the bar, a tankard half-full of mead in her hands. The tiefling slowly took another drink, the hat atop her head causing a shadow to hide the top half of her face. Broken Barrel had been quiet the entire evening. Beside Kythaela, there was only half a dozen others within the tavern. Shuffling slightly in her seat, Kythaela stared ahead, not interested in the goings on behind her. Soon, she'd return to her ship to patrol Findara's waters for the night, nighttime always seeming to be her closest friend in recent times. News had reached Findara of strange magic in Thyseer, tales of some vision and prophecy and- bah, it was all a myth to Kythaela. The Broken Barrel wasn't known for its brawls or even vagrants finding themselves in the tavern. It made it a perfect place for Kythaela while she was alone.\n\nSeeing as the tiefling was a naval captain for Findara, pirates or even regular criminals didn't take a liking to her. If not for her hat, the pin on her coat was a dead giveaway; the Findaran flag with its signature osprey painted blue. Without her crew Kythaela was a bit uneased- at any point some unsavories could very well walk in and cause issues. If that were the case she'd try to slip out before they spotted her. Giving her crew the entire day off was pretty normal for the captain, as the Silver Saber typically patrolled Findara's waters at night. A tiefling captain was also quite a strange sight all things considered. There were many times Kythaela had been messed with simply because of the horns on her head.\n\n_ _\nFinishing the last of the mead in her tankard, Kythaela gently placed the wooden cup down upon the bar, prompting the barkeep to make his way over. Leaning over slightly onto the surface of the bar, he asked kindly if the captain wanted another drink, and of course Kythaela nodded her head. Being a captain and all, she'd not have too much to drink. After all, she had a crew and ship to look after, and needed to stay sharp for the night ahead. Soon, the barkeep returned with her refilled tankard, the froth at the top bubbling slightly. Mead had always been Kythaela's favorite. Hard liquor always left a sour taste in the she-devil's mouth, though she supposed it was meant to that in the first place. Taking a swig, Kythaela licked the froth from her lips before setting the tankard back down. Turning her head, she noticed a few more patrons leave the tavern.\n\nPerhaps tonight would be quieter than she had thought."
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"author": "CAPTAIN PELLE OF THE ECLIPSED SUN",
"message": "*Loud and slurred singing could be heard from afar, slowly but surely getting louder as a group of about fifteen or so men and women stumbled towards the Broken Barrel Tavern. Pedestrians skittered out the way or risked being trampled by the group being led by a single woman, who sung loudest of them all.*\n\n*The group pushed through the swinging doors of the tavern, and their leader hushed them while laughing.*\n\n\"Aye, men, we must be quiet. Don't wants t' be tossed out a tavern thrice in a row!\"\n\n*Through the silence that had filled the tavern, sharp laughter followed from the crew, and the woman lead them forth again, taking a seat next to the horned woman whom she hadn't noticed just yet.\n\nNow that she was sitting at the bar, the tavern light illuminated her features. Her skin was remarkably pale, the only color found in light freckles and flushed skin, no doubt do to alcohol. Her hair was a few shades lighter than her skin and wild, obscuring most of her face from the woman beside her. But the barkeep apparently recognized her, paling as he approached. She smirked. Not more a fortnight back and her reputation was catching up to her.*\n\n\"This round be on me!\"\n\n*The cheering and laughter that ensued drowned out any feeble chatter that resumed in the tavern, and Pelle smiled as her own tankard of beer was slid her way. She raised her mug with the others, foam sloshing over the top and dripping to the bar top before she drank, downing half of the contents in one go.*"
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"author": "Captain Kythaela Veldoris | The Silver Saber",
"message": "The sound of an approaching band of miscreants caused Kythaela to sigh audibly from her mouth. One quiet night. Just one, please? Tilting her head downward to hide her face a bit more, the captain continued to sip on her mead in silence as the muffled sound of loud voices and singing became clear with the tavern doors bursting open. A woman's voice spoke distinctly through the crew following close behind her, one Kythaela was thankful to not recognize. Though the mention of them having been thrown out of another tavern elsewhere did irritate the captain to an extent. They were already drunk off their asses, why disturb yet another bar? Soon enough, the sounds of the crew drew closer until the woman who was leading them plopped down next to Kythaela.\n\nThe tiefling sat unmoving for the time being, only doing so to drink from her tankard. Slowly, the clear grey eyes of the captain slid over to glance at the woman beside her. It didn't take more than a second to take in the elf's features, all of them beautiful in their own way. A disturbance or not, the she-elf was drop dead gorgeous, something Kythaela took note of immediately. Based on the reaction of the barkeep, the tiefling could safely assume this one was known to cause trouble. A pirate? That had yet to be confirmed. This woman and her crew could very easily be a simple merchant group, troublemakers, but legally for now.\n\n_ _\nBefore Kythaela could think much longer on things, beer was spilt onto the bar in front of the two. Some managed to drip onto the tieflings pristine leather coat, causing an irritated sigh to fall from her lips. Finally, she lifted her head up, the shadows getting peeled away from her face to reveal the tiefling fully. Kythaela glanced over, the look in her eyes not one of friendliness, but irritation. \"Watch yourself.\" Was all the captain said, and rather than move away she remained still in her seat, her eyes slowly lazing back over to the tankard of mead nearly empty in her hands. No trouble needed to be caused from this interaction, but the pin on her jacket would be enough to tell the she-elf what Kythaela was.\n\n*And what she was was an individual not to be trifled with.*"
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"author": "CAPTAIN PELLE OF THE ECLIPSED SUN",
"message": "*Pelle had already finished the last of her drink when her tall ears twitched at a sharp feminine voice, cutting through the crew's chatter and resulting in another bout of silence. Pelle had been so occupied with spending her (stolen) money as fast as she could, she hadn't realized the beer had spilt from her mug and onto the woman's oh-so pristine jacket. Pelle turned to face her, the crew behind her quieting slightly while watching, anticipating their captain's response.\n\nNow looking directly at the woman, Pelle gave herself a moment to look her up and down. A pause. Something she saw clearly made her hesitate, and she swallowed whatever retort that was building in her throat. The tiefling woman definitely was alluring, but that wasn't what had made her pause. Crimson eyes seemed to glint as they lingered on her chest area, before meeting the woman's gaze. Pelle only smirked.*\n\n\"How rude o' me, miss. Tell ye what, I'll buy ye another drink, just t' show how sorry I am.\"\n\n*The people behind her glanced at each other, before resuming their loud talking and drinking. They were half expecting their captain to swing, but flirting was just as much of a common occurrence. But they hadn't noticed what Pelle had. She disguised it as a vulgar stare, but she had indeed seen her pin. It was secured to the she-elf's jacket, making her rethink her approach. But the way it reflected the tavern lighting... It was begging Pelle to just snatch it off her.*"
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"author": "Captain Kythaela Veldoris | The Silver Saber",
"message": "The way the she-elf's crew grew silent, anxiously awaiting their captain's response told Kythaela all she needed to know. If this woman got into trouble, they'd surely follow. As much as Kythaela wished to enact her authority upon the sun elf, she held her tongue in irritation. The offer of a drink however caused the tiefling's white teeth to flare slightly in response. Turning to finally face the she-elf, Kythaela's face was now on full display, the brim of her hate tilting upwards with her brow. \"Yours is the *Last* Coin I'd want spent in my name.\" Kythaela's short temper was one many who knew her name associated her with. It was easy, especially when it fell from a pirate's mouth, to piss off the tiefling captain. \n\nKythaela's words could have been taken a few different ways. Perhaps she knew who this pirate was, hence her pointed words. Perhaps she disliked sun elves, or maybe Kythaela was privy to the fact the sun elf's reputation and history to a fine point. Nevertheless, the words that were spat from the tiefling's silverly lips were filled with irritation and almost hatred, although she didn't raise her voice. In the seconds after speaking, Kythaela felt a pang of regret. After all, she was surrounded, and if they all decided to jump her she'd be surprised if even the owner of the tavern stepped in to help. Kythaela may have been an important naval figure, but at the end of the day she was alone, and facing an entire crew of miscreants.\n\n_ _\nPerhaps disengaging before the she-elf could respond was the best course of action. Setting down her empty tankard upon the bar, Kythaela swung around to stand from her stool, her back never fully to the she-elf in anticipation of an attack from behind. Looking down at her coat, a sharp sigh flung out from the navy captain's lips, the front of her coat still damp and smelling of booze. It was only when Kythaela realized her pin had also been hit with the stinking liquid did she feel her face go hot with anger. While to outsiders looking in it may have seemed as though Kythaela was overreacting or even looking for a fight, her hatred for piracy was more than justified in her life as a captain, and even before becoming one.\n\nPhysically, Kythaela bit her tongue and closed her eyes for just a moment. A hundred slurs and angry words danced around in her head. 'Drunk, miscreant, bastard-..', but still she remained quiet. Wishing to leave and be rid of the pirate presence that surrounded her, Kythaela soon felt her heart sink when she realized there was still an entire crew of pirates to walk through to get to the door."
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"author": "CAPTAIN PELLE OF THE ECLIPSED SUN",
"message": "*Her eyes glinted something dangerous at the words being spat from the captains mouth, but it went as swiftly as it came. \nShe was certainly very drunk, and even more prone to fighting. And from the many ways Pelle could take the insult... Yet, her smile remained.\n\nShe turned towards the barkeep, murmuring something to him as she slid him her empty mug, before she turned to gaze back on the woman.*\n\n\"Do ye say that 'cause I'm a sun elf, or 'cause I've stolen two o' yer army's ships?\"\n\n*She tilted her head to the side, her mass of blonde curls shifting along with the movement, almost blending with her pale skin.\n\nThe bartender slid her a now full mug of beer. She sipped it slowly, watching as he slid the other captain another tankard of mead. \n\nShe lifted her hand before the woman could object.*\n\n\"No need t' throw a hissy fit, miss. Rest assured the coin spent does not belong t' me.\"\n\n*A few laughs from her crew at that, and one of them raised a glass at her words and all at once they were again all standing and smashing drinks against drinks, in celebration of their thievery. Truly the lowest of the low, and Pelle loved it.\n\nAnd though they had just revealed her crimes to a captain of the whatever, Pelle laughed with her crew. What was the woman going to do- arrest her?*"
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"author": ".fl0wery",
"message": "|| no worries Im a slow ass replier too"
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"author": "Captain Kythaela Veldoris | The Silver Saber",
"message": "\"If you're implying my words come from a place of prejudice towards your race you might want to realize your speaking to a *Tiefling*.\" Kythaela's voice was like swords clanging against one another, her tone filled with irritation. Drunk or not, surely this pirate wasn't serious. First she implied Kythaela was showing prejudice towards her race and now she *Admits* To stealing Findaran naval vessels? How idiotic was this pirate? As the mug of alcohol was slid her way, Kythaela allowed it to simply slip right past and nearly fall off the edge of the bar a few inches behind her. Kythaela turned to face the pirate and moved the cloak around her to the side before reaching for the sword on her belt.\n\nFor now, her hand simply gripped the hilt, but it was obvious Kythaela had enough. \"You admit to crimes against the Findaran crown. I have no choice but to place you under arrest.\" The situation was as sticky and hairy as it could have been with so many pirates surrounding her. Surely they'd realize she was a captain for a reason, and not some push over who'd allow a pirate to bully her into submission. A magical storm seemed to dance in the tiefling's eyes, lightning striking her pupil as if it were a metal rod attracting the bolts. \"Do not provoke me, *Pirate.*\" The word fell out like a slur on Kythaela's tongue, leaving a foul taste in her mouth.\n\nLooking to the rest of the crew, Kythaela gave a warning through the wicked and stormy look in her eyes, until she opened her mouth to speak. \"I may be alone but my crew know very well where I am. Cause a scene and they'll come down on you harder and faster than you'll be able to run.\" Baring her white teeth towards the crew, Kythaela then turned her attention back to their captain. Gesturing with her free hand, the tiefling commanded the pirate. \"Now, come slowly. Any sudden movements and I won't hesitate to strike you down.\""
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"author": "CAPTAIN PELLE OF THE ECLIPSED SUN",
"message": "*Pelle took another small sip of her beer, only half listening to the woman now. While she talked, the pirate once again glanced at the teifling's pin, then back at her face as she realized that a hand now laid at the hilt of her sword. For a moment, Pelle was a loss for words. This woman had some balls, that was for certain.\n\nShe couldn't help a but laugh under her breath. Sure, she was expecting a reaction from her jab, but from the size of her crew, Pelle was not expecting anything more than a few curses. But as the silence after Kythaela's declaration stretched, the crew of pirates behind Pelle went quiet, stilling. The air in the bar suddenly became thick. A hungry pack of dogs, waiting for their leashes to be released.\n\nPelle shifted over in her seat, so she was fully facing the captain. Her posture was still casual, but she blinked slowly, as if carefully deciding her response. But instead of speaking, she just nodded her head at the woman. A silent yes.\n\nIt happened so fast Pelle could barely blink before they lurched past her seat. Sixteen, sixteen was the exact number of pirates that descended on Kythaela. Some didn't make it to her, instead standing in a ring around what could only be described as a dog pile, snarling at whoever might dare to interviene. At the sound of a sword being unsheathed, Pelle sighed into her mug.*\n\n\"Don't cut her. I'd feel bad, scarrin' up that pretty face.\"\n\n*She, again, finished the rest of her drink in one go, slamming down a heavy pouch of coin next to the empty tankard, only half watching the fight. If you could even call it that.*\n\n\"It didn't have t' go down this way. Ye could 'ave taken the drink 'n been on your merry way. But o' course, the likes o' you never can be easy.\"\n\n*Now it was her turn to be vague with words. Not that it mattered, anyways. It would be a miracle if Kylthaela heard her speaking at all. She rested a hip on the barstool, now standing, waiting until she felt satisfied*\n\n*With the beating to call it off. It certainly wasn't fair, but that's what made it so entertaining to observe.*"
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"author": "Captain Kythaela Veldoris | The Silver Saber",
"message": "Sensing the shift in every pirate before her, Kythaela's grip on her sword tightened. She half-expected the captain to come forth and put up a fight herself, but to her dismay the sun elf was no such captain. Before Kythaela could fully unsheathe her sword, over a dozen pirates surged forward, piling onto her like wild dogs over a scrap of meat. With her sword stuck at her side and no hope of pulling it out, the tiefling resorted to throwing punches wherever she could, but a lot more were thrown her way instead. Kicks, punches- all landed blow after blow upon the devil captain's body. Her head, her arms, torso, back, no part of Kythaela was safe from the onslaught. Blood spat out from her light grey lips, but this fight would not be over until Kythaela was knocked cold or dead.\n\nSteeling herself, Kythaela landed a few good hits as well. She was almost sure she saw a golden tooth fly from one of the pirate's mouth as her gloves fist met their jaw. Nevertheless, she was severely outnumbered and not in any condition to send for help. Hoping a civilian would do so was also out of the question, as most feared pirates much more than an angry seaman working for the crown. Out of all this, the one thing Kythaela couldn't believe or stand for was that the she-elf could stand by and allow others to handle her dirty work. Rage began to brew like a storm in Kythaela's chest, and with a growl that grew in volume, the tiefling let out a loud and furious roar.\n\n_ _\nBlasting out in all directions, a thunderous wave of magic blasted lightning and thunder outward from Kythaela's body. Pirates, chairs, tables and grog went flying against the walls, a handful of the she-elf's crew even falling unconscious. Picking her broken body up to her knees then feet, Kythaela turned to face the pirate captain, her own eyes filled with a thunderous storm like no other. Panting as blood fell down her face from a blow to her head, Kythaela pointed toward the she-elf. \"H...- how typical.\" Wiping blood from her lip, she continued.\n\n\"A pirate captain unwilling- ha...\" Kythaela then spat blood to the wooden floor, her eyes still burning into the pirate captain. \"-nay, perhaps UNABLE- to fight her own fights.\" Unsheathing her sword, the 'Song of Eona', Kythaela pointed it toward the sun elf, a challenge between the two of them rather than the entire tavern. \"There's always a *Bitch* Barking orders behind the mongrels.\" Growling through gritted teeth, Kythaela waited on unsteady legs for the she-elf to accept the challenge, though perhaps it was ill-advised to expect a pirate to fight fair.\n\n\"Come on then!\" Kythaela beckoned with the tip of her sword. \"Or is the 'respect' your crew has for you nothing but words?\""
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"author": "CAPTAIN PELLE OF THE ECLIPSED SUN",
"message": "*Narrowly dodging a chair flying her way, Pelle rolled out of the way from the harsh roll of magic, the very force of it stealing the breath from her lungs. She caught a woman in her arms- one of her crew mates, who was sent flying along with the furniture. Carefully, she steadied the female, before facing Kythaela.\n\nPelle wasn't expecting this. With so many members piling onto the captain, the fact that the woman was still standing upright might've impressed her if it wasn't for the rage slowly bubbling in her her veins. \n\nShe had underestimated the teifling. And it wouldn't happen again. The remaining members standing, seven exactly, began slowly advancing on Kythaela again. But they stopped dead in their tracks at an outstretched hand from their captain. Then her calloused palm turned towards the floor, and following her in their own silent language, they backed away from the two. She'd finish this bitch herself.\n\nAt Kythaela's words, she let out a rough laugh, one that didn't sound all that amused. Pelle shook her head softly.*\n\n\"No, it runs far deeper than words.\"\n\n*She spoke finally, staring back at the woman with embers blazing in her eyes. Her blonde curls fell messily around her face, tousled by the blast, and she even had a few small cuts on her face from the flying debris. The small smears of blood stood out starkly against the paleness of her skin.*\n\n\"But o' course, wha' would ye know o' that? Who, pray tell, do ye respect? The crown?\"\n\n*The word 'crown' was spat as if it were an insult, rolling off the she-elf's tongue with disgust.*\n\n\"Has the crown died for ye? Killed for ye?\"\n\n*From the her belt, she swiftly unsheathed a sword, unnamed but beautiful, and holding the lives of many. She stepped slowly towards her opponent, before stopping only a few feet away.*\n\n\"Oh, I'll enjoy showin' ye jus' how able t' fight I am.\""
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"author": "Captain Kythaela Veldoris | The Silver Saber",
"message": "*Now Kythaela had this pirate bitch right where she wanted her.*\n\nOf course, the captain knew the she-elf wouldn't fight fair. After all she was a pirate, and they were known for their tricks and cheats during combat. If Pelle was as cocky as she seemed, than perhaps she'd believe Kythaela would fight fair given her title and position under the crown. *She'd be sorely mistaken by the end of this night.* Pelle's questions weren't a surprise. All pirates looked at the navy the same just as all of the navy looked at pirates the same. One side was nothing but 'crown-kissing loyal dogs' while the other was nothing but 'thieves and cuthroat degenerates'. Regardless of the side one fell on, the stereotypes one felt about the other were as common and as plain as day. Kythaela did not fit this mold, however. But Pelle did not earn the satisfaction of hearing why the tiefling hunted pirates. Not yet, anyway.\n\n_ _\n\"I respect my crew, as they respect me. Mine simply don't follow me around like lost puppies.\" Slowly, Kythaela sized her opponent up. The she-elf had a good few inches on Kythaela, though her horns evened that playing field quite fairly. Eyeing the pirates that now surrounded the two, at the very least Kythaela would hope Pelle wouldn't allow her crew to interfere. The captain expected the pirate to throw in her own cheats, but their was a fleeting hope that didn't include an unfair fight in terms of numbers. Blood trickled down Kytahela's face from a cut above her brow, narrowly dripping down past her eye. There was a clear bruise on the tiefling's neck, and her clothes had gone from regal and pressed to shredded and unkempt.\n\n\"You speak as though the crown is who I fight for. It pays just as well to kill the likes of you as stealing from innocent people pays pirates.\" Kythaela wasn't here to speak on ideologies however. With one last eerie but still look to her sparring partner, the captain lunged forward. A growl escaped Kythaela's lips as her sword clashed with Pelle's, and lightning seemed to seep from the very steel of 'Song of Eona'. Luck was on Kythaela's side in this fight however, as she had on her typical armor worn when sailing. It protected the most important parts of her body, but a well-placed slice could go right through her if Pelle was skilled enough. Her opponent was in a revealing outfit, making any hit Kythaela landed most definitely cut skin.\n\nSneering as the sounds of their swords clashed, Kythaela drew close to Pelle's face as their swords braced against one another. Kythaela's eyes were filled with a rage, a storm like no other. Spitting out a ferocious slur, Kythaela wanted nothing more than to anger her opponent into slipping up. \"Show me how skilled you are, sandbitch.\""
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"author": "CAPTAIN PELLE OF THE ECLIPSED SUN",
"message": "*As their swords collided, and the two were face to face, Pelle sneered. She wasn't stupid, she knew Kythaela had an advantage because of her armor. But Pelle had fought without it's protection for over a century, and she was in far better shape than the woman who's sword ground against her own. If Kythaela thought that the pirate wasn't above using tricks to win her fight, she would be correct. Pelle was going to do everything in her power to win this fight.\n\nAt the slur that fell from the captain's lips, Pelle's eyes widened for a split second, before she barked out a harsh laugh. Because of her pale skin, most didn't pick up on her true race, so it had truly been a while since she had slurs flung at her. It only spurred her on more, her own insults dancing at the tip of her tongue.\n\nThe she-elf's biceps flexed as she used her strength to push the captain's sword to the side, then, using the momentary opening to her advantage, she used the hilt of her weapon to slam into the teifling's sternum, where she knew at this proximity a cut through the armor would be near impossible.*\n\n\"A being as low as ye bein' the one t' spit slurs. Ha, ye've got some balls.\"\n\n*She blocked another blow, careful to avoid letting her opponent's sword pierce her in her more vital areas. Yet, too many scars littered the exposed skin on her arms, showing just how many times she had fought where the best protection on her body was a leather corset.*\n\n\"I'll show ye jus' how skilled I am, hellspawn. 'n I'll enjoy every second.\""
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"author": "Captain Kythaela Veldoris | The Silver Saber",
"message": "Their clashing swords caused spark to fly, and at each collision of steel it was almost as if a gentle roll of thunder emanated from Kythaela's sword. After all, it had the power of lightning enchanted into it, and with but a simple phrase she captain could call down Eona to smite her opponent. But that would end the fight much too quickly for Kythaela's taste. She wanted this pirate to bleed. She wanted this pirate to die. Striking toward Pelle, Kythaela was caught off-guard by the sudden blow to her sternum, sending Kythaela back a few feet. Recovering from the blow with a sharp inhale, it wasn't long before the captain was back in the fight, trading blocked blows with her pirate opponent.\n\nThe two danced like thunder and fire, their swords meeting perfectly. Each time one attacked, the other would block it. Each time one moved their foot forward, the other took a step back. They were in perfect synchronicity all things considered, and if they weren't fighting to take each other's lives, their dance could almost be looked at as beautiful. Pelle's words were not a surprise, nor was her comeback in calling Kythaela exactly what she was; a hellspawn. Lightning coursed through the she-devil's veins, begging to be let lose upon this pirate scum, but Kythaela held back. She wanted nothing more than to strike Pelle down with a well-timed and skilled blow to the body- no magic needed.\n\n_ _\n\"So let me guess, *Captain.*\" Kythaela sneered, parrying another blow before counter-attacking with her own. \"You're the daughter of some whore who got knocked up by a scurvy-ridden pirate, does that sound familiar?\" Kythaela suddenly became more aggressive in her attacks, swinging more frequently and moving her feet to get closer and closer to Pelle. The crowd that surrounded the two had to move out of the way to allow them to dance around the tavern, but Pelle would quickly realize her back was nearing the bar. \"Daddy was too wild and loose to stay at home and raise you, so your slut mother was left with you. Seems to me she did a piss poor job, but that's just the way it goes with you sun elves huh?\"\n\nKythaela was by no means a racist; but if her words could get under Pelle's skin and cause her to mess up and allow an opening for Kythaela to finish this, so be it. \"She's dead isn't she? Or maybe she abandoned you. Would explain your demeanor- your lack of modesty or any sense of decency.\" Now, she'd attack Pelle personally. The way she dressed, her lack of intelligence, *Anything to get under that sun-kissed skin of hers*. With Pelle's back to the bar, Kythaela lifted her foot up and kicked hard, sending she-elf back first into the counter. Rushing onto her, Kythaela's blade was oh so close to the pirate's neck, only blocked by Pelle's own sword. Leaning over her, the tiefling now had the upper hand, her eyes stern and narrow.\n\n_ _\n\"If I hadn't tagged you for a pirate the second you walked in, I would have assumed you were a working girl like your mother no doubt was. I bet you'd still allow yourself to be bought for the right price, wouldn't you?\" Kythaela's voice was lower now, but no less filled with spite for the she-elf. Her proximity to Pelle could be considered much too close for comfort, but the situation the she-devil found herself in called for desperate measures. The two women's eyes were locked, as if Kythaela's lightning storm was trying its hardest to put Pelle's fire."
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"author": "CAPTAIN PELLE OF THE ECLIPSED SUN",
"message": "Despite the rage burning in her eyes, Pelle secretly savored each time their swords met, how the magic from her opponent's weapon rolled over the room like thunder, went through her body in waves. She hadn't fought like this in years. \n\nDuring combat, Pelle talked shit. A lot of it. But now, her mouth stayed uncharacteristically shut, too focused on the other as the captain ran her mouth incessantly. She hated the sound of her voice.\n\nMost of the insults barely registered. It was a strength of hers, she thought. With most, one mention of someone's mother would have them in a blind rage. But Pelle could care less for the words slung at her.\n\n*Or maybe she abandoned you.*\n\nSuddenly, Pelle's sword felt somewhat heavy. The sentence made her falter, only slightly, but long enough to be pushed into the bar with a kick that was so hard that it stole her breath. The sharp feeling of splintered wood pushing into her lower back was the only thing that pulled her back from her trance, and she just managed to lift her sword to block what would have been a killing blow, inhaling sharply.\n\nHot- Pelle was far too hot, though her shirt exposed much of her upper body. The tips of her ears were rosy, and a light sheen of sweat coated her skin. She could've sworn small embers fell from her lips in the heavy breath she expelled. \n\nBut the cloud that seemed to momentarily quell the firestorm in her eyes disappeared, and she smirked. \n\n\"Why, are you offerin'?\"\n\nWith more effort than she'd like to admit, she pushed her blade forward, shoving the captain off of her.\n\n\"Well, let me try now.\" This time, she was too slow, and the next blow landed, albeit shallow. A thin slice on her right shoulder, resulting in bright red blood smearing over her ivory skin.\n\nYet, she didn't falter, responding with a harsh blow that left a deep cut the teifling's chest plate. If it wasn't for the fact that Pelle hadn't coordinated it as well as her previous blows, it might've sliced the armor in two.\n\n\"A she-devil as a navy captain. How ironic. Trying t' prove that yer nothin' but lowly scum like yer forefathers? Let m' guess, ye hate pirates because we do exactly what yer kind does.\" At that, she paused, tilting her head as she blocked yet another blow.\n\n\"Or.. With how much ye seem t' loathe pirates, I wouldn't be surprised if ye've been used by one.\" The idea was so ridiculous that laughed, the sound so out of place in such a heated fight. She knew it was very unlikely, but she hoped that just the thought of it would get under her skin.\n\nShe didn't stop there, though. \"I should've known. All this talk about my mother with some scurry-ridden pirate, when all along it was you.\" The leather wrap on the handle of her sword was slightly charred when she struck again, holding her blade against the other.. \"Is that what this is about? Did you want another taste? Usually, I don't stoop so low as to lay with hellwhores, but you're pretty enough.\""
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"author": "Captain Kythaela Veldoris | The Silver Saber",
"message": "*'Got you.'*\n\nKythaela nearly smiled when she noticed Pelle falter, but her luck quickly ran out as the pirate launched a counter-attack of her own, one Kythaela expected somewhat, but not in the degree it was delivered. Slurs, sure. That was to be expected. After all, she captain initiated such profanity herself by referring to Pelle as a sandbitch. Nevertheless, Kythaela had heard such tripe before many times. When she had first joined up with the navy it never ended after all, even when they served under royalty sharing her race. But when Pelle held their swords together and suggested something as vile as sleeping with a pirate, Kythaela couldn't hide her surprise. There was a hitch in her throat.\n\n*Jinx.*\n\nKythaela's heart raced a hundred beats a second, even faster than the fight had already caused it to be. Did Pelle truly know of her previous fling with the notorious 'Loose Canon', or had she hit the nail on the head entirely blind? The grip on her sword became weak for but a moment, allowing Pelle to land a hit on the she-devil. It snapped her back to reality, but there was still a hurt in her chest no sword had made. It was one Jinx had left. Steeling herself as she braced against Pelle's forceful words and blade, Kythaela parried, landing a blow that would surely leave a scar against the she-elf's forearm. \"Actually, I prefer sand beneath my boot not in my mouth.\"\n\n_ _\nThere was an obvious rage in Kythaela eyes, one that would scare practically anyone given she was a tiefling. Oh, but Pelle was different. She didn't scare easy. She was fierce, protective of her crew and one hell of a swordswoman. Kythaela's attacks soon grew more sporadic and not as refined as they once were. Something had snapped in she-devil's mind. A hatred for pirates that was only growing by the second, and while Pelle's gest was correct, it was not Kythaela's reason for hating pirates. That was an entirely different can of worms. Regardless, with her attacks as rage-fueled as they were, they were leaving her more and more open to counter-attacks that could very well end the fight.\n\nKythaela's fighting wasn't nearly as stable as it was when they started. It could have been the beating beforehand, Pelle's words or a combination of both. Whatever it was, she had become more dangerous in more ways than one. A second blow would strike Pelle's thigh, causing blood to gently trickle down her leg. *\"I can't wait to see a rope around that pretty neck of yours.\"*"
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"author": "CAPTAIN PELLE OF THE ECLIPSED SUN",
"message": "She grimaced as she felt the fabric of her pants split, warmth soaking the fabric and slipping down her leg. She was so focused on the captain's voice that the hit barely even registered. But as Kylthaela struck again, this time leaving a shallow cut on Pelle's cheek, she snapped from whatever haze she was in. A cold expression replaced her wild grin as she wiped her face, red smearing across her jaw. She supposed it was high time she ended this fight.\n\nAs their swords met once again, straining against each other, Pelle placed all her force into one last push, forcing both of their weapons to the side, then using the opening to shoot a quick jab into Kylthaela's throat. Hard enough to send her to the floor, gasping for air, but not hard enough to leave any lasting damage. She kicked the 'Song of Eona' far away from the woman, les she try and fight back when she finished this.\n\nPelle sighed heavily as she stood above the teifling's body, finally having a moment to stand still. She calmly rolled the stiffness out of her shoulders as her crew began a deafening chorus of cheers and whoops at their captains victory. \n\nThen, the cheers began to shift into something darker, almost hungry. She lifted her sword, it's sharp edge hovering above the captain's exposed chest. The air grew thick with tension once again as her crew watched intently for her next move, thirsty for blood and vengeance. It was a maneuver she had done countless times before in this exact situation. The finishing blow.\n\nWith a swift slice of her blade, she cut the navy captain pin off of Kylthaela's coat, reaching down and pocketing it. Her crew almost immediately fell silent, all giving each other confused looks. \n\n*\"Why didn't ye finish the bitch?\"*\n\nShe straightened up, giving her the pirate who spoke out a fiery glare.\n\n\"Are you questioning your captain?\"\n\nHe quickly backed up, muttering an apology.\n\nBut her expression lightened quickly, and she shrugged. \"I beat her, didn't I? Only been in Findara a few weeks, wouldn't want to stir up too much trouble.\"\n\nExcept, that was exactly what Pelle *Would* Want to do. But not wanting to anger their captain again, the pirates simply shrugged it off. Celebratory cheering endued once again as someone in the group offered to pay for tomorrow's drinking. They really had a one-track mind. \n\nPelle clasped the approaching pirates' hands as they congratulated her on winning the intense fight, and instructed that whoever was able was to gather those were knocked down by Kylthaela's powerful magic. It slowly began to quiet down as they began to exit the tavern, which was in shambles. \n\nPelle was the last to leave, stepping over Kylthaela. \"I'll look forward to seeing you try to get to my neck.\" She smirked, barely sparing her a glance as she exited, following behind her crew."
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"author": "Captain Kythaela Veldoris | The Silver Saber",
"message": "The last thing Kythaela expected was to lose.\n\nFeeling the force of Pelle's sword slam into her throat sent the captain into a choking fit. Falling to the floor, Kythaela gasped for breath, holding her throat as she felt her neck swell with pain. Looking up as what little air came through her windpipe, Kythaela quickly realized her sword was far out of reach, and the end of Pelle's was staring her down. On her knees, Kythaela's chest rose and fell heavily in both fear and anger. She was not scared of Pelle, no. She was scared of death. Scared of her family never knowing what happened to her. Scared of letting them down. The cheers that slowly grew into a chant to kill the tiefling solidified the end in Kythaela's mind, and with a trembling body she closed her eyes, accepting what she knew would be a quick end.\n\nJumping as she felt a tug on her clothing, Kythaela's eyes burst open to realize Pelle hadn't ended the tiefling's life. Watching helplessly as her navy pin was stolen from her, Kythaela's eyes switched from scared to furious. How dare she? How dare this useless pirate stain of a living being win a duel and not end it? Was Pelle without honor to even the degree of killing her opponent? Kythaela didn't understand fully which was worse; living knowing patrons within the bar would surely spread word Captain Kythaela Veldoris of The Silver Saber had been bested and pitied by a pirate or that she had been made a fool of and stolen from by a pirate. The captain's body ached, filled with the emotions she had feared feeling one day and the pain of the battle scars.\n\n_ _\nWatching in silent rage as Pelle scolded her crew and began making her way out of the tavern, Kythaela wanting nothing more than to chase after her, bring a storm down upon her sun-kissed skin- kill her where she stands. But Kythaela couldn't move. There was rage, fury, bewilderment, exhaustion, fear, relief- a hundred emotions and feelings crashed around in the captain's mind like waves upon a rocky shore. After Pelle was gone for a few moments, Kythaela finally stood, though shakily, and walked over to retrieve her sword. Looking down upon it with a feeling if disappointment, the tiefling returned the 'Song of Eona' to her side before retrieving her hat as well.\n\nWith a quiet sigh, Kythaela made her way out of the tavern, knowing the higher ups would need to be given a report of the goings on. A swift scolding or perhaps even reprimand was sure to follow, but nothing was worse than being spared by Pelle. Now out in the streets, Kythaela could hear the distant cheers of Pelle's crew fading as they walked farther and farther away. There was a sliver in Kythaela's heart that told her there was something else there that made Pelle spare her. Perhaps something Kythaela had said? No. She was a pirate. Pirates don't feel. They kill and steal and rape and ruin. Nothing more. Nevertheless-\n\nThe last thing Kythaela expected was to be spared."
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"author": "Kiribu 'Kiki' Straixe",
"message": "The Capital City of Findara: Ardunon. It was Kiribu's first time in this particular city, and so close to the ocean. She hadn't had much trouble making her way about the city- fauns were generally well-liked across Lucidien, and a pretty young faun who was nice to talk to and even nicer to hear sing? Well, that might have been a bit of extra grease on the wheels. Not that Kiribu was complaining, of course. She knew exactly what she looked like and sounded like, and as long as no one was getting hurt, why not use what she had to her advantage? Besides, she was supposed to be spreading her name across Lucidien.\n\nIn a crowded city square, Kiribu stood out in the way unique to performers- a confident way of walking, the eye-catching manner of her dress, the lute strapped to her back that promised entertainment should one find the location she would be performing at. The colorful hand embroidery present on her sleeves and skirts complemented the soft painted flowers on her lute and the colored powder on her eyelids. \n\nHowever, Kiribu's attention was drawn to a rather tall elven man who was dressed so outrageously that it made her look quite plain by comparison. His clothing was mostly black and purple (nobility or royalty?), but with an exceedingly colorful inner lining on his long overcoat. He seemed a bit on the older end for an elf, too. \n\nAdmittedly, he didn't give off the best aura... But Kiribu had never let that stop her. The surprisingly rhythmic tapping of hooves on cobblestone announced her approach, and she sidled up next to the man at a familiar, if respectful distance. \n\n\"So, is that vendor over there any good?\" She asked, gesturing with her head towards a man selling some sort of sweet fried dough. It was hard to tell if the faun was teasing him or being genuine, green-grey eyes peering up at him with hard-to-read intentions.\n\nShe didn't seem like a pickpocketer- they would've bumped into him and fled, not tried to start a conversation. She wasn't trying to sell him anything either- in fact, she was asking his opinion on spending her own money. Her interest in him clearly wasn't romantic, and if someone of his status wanted a bard for an occasion, he would be the one doing the requesting, not responding to a sales pitch. \n\nReally, this was just how Kiki had fun. Approaching strangers (especially ones that attracted attention) almost always led somewhere interesting, even in her home town. Since she'd gone out into the wider world, things had only gotten more interesting, and she wasn't about to fix what wasn't broken."
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"author": "Atticus Xelnore",
"message": "The old mage Xelnore's mind was racing ever since he stepped off that Lazarothi ship onto the port of Ardunon. He had just returned from his trip to the island of wolves to meet the famed Doctor Henryk. A young man of incredible skill and knowledge who he had offered near everything he had. His library of magical tomes, his family fortune, his magical skills and talents, all for the sole purpose of achieving that aspiration which burned as bright as the sun since he was that young man trudging through the Blackwater Swamp.\n\n*Immortality. True, unfettered, unending immortality*\n\nAnd the doctor agreed. They would meet at his manor to discuss further details. Which is where he was heading now, starting his long trek from here in Ardunon all the way down to Crasmere. He, of course, was expecting disappointment upon his return. After all, he's been seeking immortality for 300 years. But now for the first time it seemed closer than it had ever been. The possibilities, what he should do next, how should he prepare his home when Henryk arrives, these thoughts all swirled through his mind like a storm as he entered the city square of Ardunon.\n\nThe mans hands rested in his pockets, his overcoat billowing behind him as it rested upon his shoulders. Atticus was uncommonly distant passing through the streets. Normally there was a certain life to how he walked, even in places he knew well like this one. A wide smile with darting eyes as though he were sight seeing somewhere new. But now he was simply just the strange old man who seemed to be in a hurry.\n\n*Did I offer too much during our negotiation? I mean any price is worth life eternal but I can't remember the last I allowed one to have access to my troves of scrolls and tomes. Ah! Quell these thoughts, you're going to be immortal! Cease this pointless worry. It will be quite some time until you need to be home so why not do something fun to take your mind off of these dreadful concerns? You could always take a portal to Dasvas, finally try out that \"God King\" Idea you've been thinking about. Maybe catch a show while you're here in Ardunon? Perhaps-*\n\nHe would be pulled out of his plotting at the sound of hooves against stone and a question that followed them. The old magus turned his head to behold a green eyed Faun. A native to the realms of the Fey. Xelnore had seen plenty during his 400 years of life but he couldn't help but be a little surprised to see one so far from Thyseer. Ardunon is home to many though so if there was a place to meet this would certainly be one. \n\nOf course, the first thing he did was a threat assessment. Few could tell at a glance that Xelnore had the power to level an entire city block if he so pleased so he figured he should view anyone with that same level of scrutiny. And fortunately, there wasn't much he saw in terms of a threat from her. He could recognize traveling attire like this and judging by the lute slung over her back he suspected her to be a bard of some sort.\n\nThe old man glanced over to the vendor in question. Letting out a chuckle as he shook his head.\n\n\"I can't say I've given him a try but in all my times I've spent in this city the vendors of the square are often sub-par in terms of confectionaries and focus more on the location rather than quality\"\n\nHe stated wistfully, placing two fingers under the brim of his hat and tilting it upwards to get a better view around him.\n\n\"If you're in the market for the truly divine sweets you're going to have to find them. I myself have been a regular customer of a pastry shop a few blocks down from here, if you'd believe. Their chocolate doughnuts are simply to kill for!\""
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"author": "Kiribu 'Kiki' Straixe",
"message": "While Atticus was coming home to (hopefully) finish a long-anticipated job, Kiribu had left home to start a job. Two people at opposite ends of a journey, meeting partially by change, partially because of bardic shenanigans. Kiribu didn't take Atticus' (frankly sort-of obvious) threat assessment of her personally. Though both fauns and bards were generally well-regarded around Lucidien and not considered dangerous without provocation, bad people came in all shapes, sizes, and professions. That, and anyone who obviously had money would naturally be wary of randomly-approaching strangers. No one was ever truly safe from being attacked by someone who truly wanted to cause harm, but precautions existed for minimizing potential harm. \n\nThe sheer amount of focus Atticus had displayed until she'd interrupted him had caught Kiribu's attention. Not many travelers had passed through a small village that farmed for sustenance rather than profit, so when a traveler did pass through, Kiribu had always tried to wring stories out of them. Some of them even became inspirations for ballads and songs, but more than that- Kiribu loved watching people tell their stories almost as much as she loved re-telling them with extra dramatique. Atticus was a man on a mission, and given his attitude and the way he was rushing about, his mission was nearing completion. \n\nIn fact, she was almost surprised when he not only humored her question by answering honestly, he even gave her a personal recommendation. If he'd brushed her off and kept going she would have found it rude (naturally), but she wouldn't have been terribly upset or entirely shocked. Her ash-blonde hair bobbed a bit as her ears twitched up, posture and expression lessening in playfulness and straightening with attentiveness.\n\n\"Oh? I'll admit, my palette's quite unrefined- the only desserts I've had were quite homemade or food meant for the road. Your dispiriting recommendation of the local vendors is disappointing, but I trust your honesty. I do expect more details about this pastry shop, however.\"\n\nHer answer was both witty and light-hearted, and her smooth yet expressive hand-motions when she talked showed off the handmade embroidery on her sleeves. It was no royal seamstresses' work, but it would certainly look nice while playing music for patrons. \n\nOf course, her intentions with this conversation weren't completely about pastries. She knew she probably wouldn't be playing at any functions a man like Atticus would attend, but inspiration for new work was inspiration for new work, and as much fun as it was being a wandering minstrel in taverns and such, Kiribu was very much interesting in climbing the ranks of the Brotherhood. It wasn't so much the glitz and glam of the upper crust that attracted her (though she was a weak faun for pretty clothes), but the inevitable advancement of her chosen craft that would ensue. Shanties and tavern dancing music was fun to play, and Kiribu of all people could never begrudge someone such harmless fun as singing and dancing in any form, but her view had shifted in the relatively short time she'd been an official minstrel."
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"author": "Atticus Xelnore",
"message": "The old mage paused as he listened to the bard express her thoughts about his recommendation of the local pastry merchants of the city. He could sense the air of disappointment that had begun to surround her. But what greater disappointment is there than spending a fortune on something that was merely sub-standard? He had done this girl a great favor, one she would appreciate in the future. But right now, in this very moment, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of a feeling he wasn't familiar with at the sight of her. What in the world was it? Guilt? Regret? Xelnore pondered these thoughts but he knew well that wasn't likely the case. After all, he's done much worse to less deserving people with a smile on his face. Granted, he did those things to gain something. Progress in his quest, monetary gain, maybe the satisfaction of doing to someone who really annoyed him. Guilt and Regret were feelings he wasn't sure he was capable of feeling. \n\nAnd then it hit him. Pity.\n\nAtticus Xelnore was the kind of man to be absolutely baffled the moment he feels empathy for another individual. Yet here he was, all over something that really wasn't even his intention. Maybe that's why he felt this way. Because for once he caused a negative outcome without The magus awkwardly tapped his foot as he glanced off to the side as the conversation seems like it was ready to die as quickly as it started. But then it hit him. Out of all the masks he wore. The wise old mage. The unstoppable force of nature. The eccentric old man. This was an opportunity to don another one. The benevolent traveler. Surprisingly, he was just as capable of benevolence as he is malice. After all, *He's* Fixing the problem. *He's* Bestowing gifts. *He's* The one being thanked. Much like a deity who performs wonders and other works of wonder on the mortal kind. It was moments like these that really enforced his overwhelming sense of importance he feels for himself. \n\n\"Now hold a moment...\"\n\nHe began as he glanced down the side street for a moment. His eyes locked as it was clear he was working something out in his mind before turning back to the bard.\n\n\"You know what? If I'm not mistaken that very shop is only a few blocks from here! It would be terribly rude of me to inform you of such a oasis of desserts and delights and continue on my way without showing you. Would you allow me to reconcile this by showing you its location?\"\n\nThe old mage explained with an air of whimsy in his voice. After all, this mask was the eccentric old man with a dash of benevolent traveler. One that hid the true devil which hid itself behind a smile a mile wide. He placed a hand atop his hat and pulled it with him as he cross his arm across his chest in a polite little bow.\n\n\"And before I do you the discourtesy of forgetting to introduce myself. I am Atticus Xelnore. Patriarch of House Xelnore and the greatest mage to ever live\""
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"author": "Kiribu 'Kiki' Straixe",
"message": "Kiribu was no mind-reader, but even she could sense that the elf was taking her reaction a bit too seriously. She didn't see a dessert recommendation as that big of a deal, but maybe this man was just very passionate about desserts. He certainly had the money to be as picky with food as he wanted, and while Kiki made enough to guarantee she'd not starve, she didn't make enough to ensure every meal was gourmet cuisine. Dessert was sometimes a luxury, and not something she could generally spend much on if she wanted actual sustenance some days. \n\nUnlike Atticus, Kiribu didn't wear much of a mask at all. She certainly enhanced parts of herself, especially when performing, but nothing about what she was enhancing was false. Wittiness, kindness, playfulness- none of these traits were something Kiribu ever had to fake, even after becoming a minstrel. To Kiribu, there was a vast difference between moderating herself to accommodate present company, and putting on a mask. Atticus' spontaneous creation of a new mask for himself, specifically inspired by a chatty faun, would certainly have been news to her if she'd been aware of such a thing. While she wasn't foolish enough to believe everyone was good-hearted and honest, Kiki figured she had very little to fear from dessert recommendations. \n\n\"Oh..?\" She asked curiously as Atticus seemed to interrupt both himself and her. It looked like he'd finally finished whatever minor internal crisis he'd had going on- was that just an elf thing? Did elves get weird if they live too long? Then he offered to show her the patisserie's location and finally (finally!) introduced himself. \n\n\"Kiribu Straixe. I'm a Minstrel with the Noteworthy Brotherhood, and I generally go by 'Kiki' on-stage. Now, the dessert shop? You've sung it's praises well enough to tempt me.\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "<<< \n\n**Henryk lead Midelia through the large scenery that was the streets of Findara. People of different walks of life traveled through, the young doctor leading the dryad to the city square— where most merchant functions occurred. However he took a turn away, and towards a building close by. It was a rather generic looking building, made of stone and wood. A sign hung with the words 'Clinic' written upon it. Rather straightforwards.**\n\n**Taking a key, he unlocked the front door. With a slight forceful push he opened the old wooden door, allowing the pair in. The building was dark, devoid of light— but it was pretty soon when Henryk began lighting lamps to give way to light. They were at the front— a lobby of sorts where patients sat and waited. There was a secretary's desk up front, and three different doors. One leading upstairs, one behind the secretary desk, and one leading _downstairs._**\n\n**Henryk stood in the lobby for a moment before looking to the Dryad behind him.** \"Shut the door behind you. Give it a slight push— the door is rather old and doesn't close right.\" **Henryk would say.**\n\n**The clinic was quaint, but, there was the sense that something more was happening here— the Dryad has only seen the lobby after all.**\n\n\"Welcome to my abode. This is the lobby.\" **He spoke thus.**\n\n\"I practically grew up here. I've inherited this place from my mentor.\" **Henryk briefly explained.** \"I'll begin with the infirmary area.\" **He'd passively wave for the Dryad to follow him. He went around the secretary desk and towards the back, opening the door— like a gentleman —for Midelia, allowing her through first.**\n\n**She would be beholden to a series of beds, curtains, along with night stands nearby them. There was a cart with some left over supplies, and towards the back a cabinet filled with mundane supplies one may use to quickly provide relief for a patient.**\n\n\"The infirmary.\" **He spoke thus.** \"It's where I keep my patients who need to stay overnight.\" **Henryk would explain to the Dryad.** \"Nobody is here today, as you can see. Made sure everyone was fine before sending them off.\" **The doctor paced a bit, looking at each bed.** \"Finding volunteers is hard— and making sure I have ample amount of supplies is _also_ hard. I don't take my patients at a time, usually a maximum of 5. It's all I can handle, as one man.\" **Henryk turned around to face the dryad.** \"As you saw outside, there are a _lot_ of civilians. I cannot treat everyone by myself.\" **He'd hark back on their conversation before— explicitly referring to the inability to treat the masses, and _why_ he privatizes his services.**\n\n\"This, here, is both the most _boring_ yet most interesting area of this building. Boring, as usually not a lot is happening— mostly just individuals recovering. However, it becomes interesting when I have a genuine issue. Someone whose deathly sick, or perhaps someone who needs their arm reattached to their bodies— there are times where extreme cases require extreme measures to reach a solution. This is where it happens most of the time.\" \n\n**Henryk looked to one of the beds.** \"This bed I had a guardsmen who was stabbed 14 times. His kidney had been cut open, abdomen split apart left to right— it was an _intensive_ surgery.\" **Henryk had spoke thus, before pointing to a bed adjacent to that one.** \"In that one a child ate a poisonous toad. He would've died within the hour had I not concocted a antidote utilizing _cow's liver_ so the poison could be efficiently filtered out. In this single room, I have saved many lives— but, I'm afraid I haven't saved enough to be _satisfied.\"_\n\n\"Being a Doctor can be a thankless job, sometimes. You're expected to perform miracles, but more often then not people will be faced with disappointment. It's why I continue to _push_ the limits of Modern Medicine in order to save more people.\" **The young doctor spoke thus before moving past the Dryad out of the infirmary area with cat-like feet, moving with a certain grace to his step.** \"Come on.\" **He would beckon her to follow him to where he'd take her next.**\n\n**Through the lobby, he would move towards another door, this one revealing a set of stairs leading downstairs into the basement area. The wooden stairs would groan with each step the pair made as they descended below— a second door would be found at the bottom, where Henryk would take out a key to open the door.**\n\n**Inserting his key, twisting his wrist, the door would unlock as he moved into the room. He held the door open for Midelia, allowing her to enter inside. He was presently pitch black, but, Henryk would soon turn on a nearby lamp to give light. One corner, then another, and yet another would light up individually as Henryk lit the various candles and lamps that were in the room, allowing for the pair to be able to behold this room— Henryk's laboratory.**\n\n**There were three separate work stations, covered with different instruments, with a metal table in the middle of the room. Off to another corner was a large cabinet with a lock, likely where valuables were kept.**\n\n**At the first workstation it seemed to have been compromised of primarily botany tools, such as a mortar and pestle to grind plants, a few knives which were likely used to chop up or segments plants, among other tools— this workstation seemed relatively innocent enough.**\n\n**The second, multiple bottles and odd instruments connected to one another through tubes and other seemingly mysterious machinations. To Henryk, however, he knew what these did. They were used to mix liquids, distill substances, filter unneeded qualities within these substances, to _heat_ these chemical concoctions, and more. It was an Alchemy Table, and this is where a lot of where Henryk's work happened.**\n\n**Finally the third workstation. It didn't seem like much, however Midelia would be able to view a series of surgical tools on the table, and a couple of bottles filled with chemicals. It wasn't exactly evident what this table was for.**\n\n**Henryk would remain wordless, allowing Midelia to view the scene of the lab.**"
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"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "```The forest spirit would listen to what Henryk had to say, her barken ears catching anything he said and sending it directly to her mind where she can process it. His recent proclamations of him pushing the limit of modern science to make sure people are helped did peak the interest of Midelia, but at the same time a slight worry would be inside the dryad's mind. Where does it stop? What will he try to do to gain his goals, it's a slippery slope that Midelia is all too aware of one she rather not see Henryk tumble down into.```\n\n**Be careful not to push it too far, for you could unleash things much worse.**\n\n```A simple statement in a more serious tone coming from the fae as she scans tbe room quite a bit more with her jade eyes, it wasn't anything special that is for sure. Yet it was something she hasn't seen before so it did light her curiosity quite a bit, eventually her loligaging in this room came to an end as Henryk beckoned her forth the dryad would follow him rather closely. Up close she would comfortably tower over the rather large half-human, a fact made even more clear as they descend down the stairs. Every step Midelia made on those creaking stairs would be rather loud, despite her thin frame she was still a walking tree and weight quite a lot. The creaking of her own bark and that of the wood of the stairs would create a loud cacaphony of noises, noises that would eventually come to an end.```"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk allowed the Dryad to ponder his machinations, looking between stations. When asked, he would elaborate for the fae spirit.**\n\n\"This is where the magic happens, yes. I spend many hours here— sometimes I forget the day pass by. Fortunately the volunteers who help remind me to come out of my study.\" \n\n**Walking towards the alchemy station, he would give her that desired explanation of what this does.** \"This is an Alchemy Station— used for making potions as you may tell. I use it for extraction of ingredients, filtration of undesirables, heating the elements— so on and so forth.\" **The doctor ran a hand over the various tools on display.** \"With these I can make more concentrated medications. These are my instruments which allow me to increase the concoction's potency.\"\n\n**Stepping away, he allowed for the Dryad to continue looking upon his tools. The metal cabinet seemed to loom menacingly in the background— the Fae could sense something was being kept in there, locked from prying eyes.**\n\n**The doctor observed the Dryad, looking at her various reactions and the body language in which she displayed.**"
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"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "```As the fae would continue observing his equipment she would also listen to what Henryk had to say. So that that was before her is an alchemy station? She has heard of these before but never really seen one herself, it all looks so strange and otherworldly to the dryad yet does it really function better to her methods? Does he really need all this fancy equipment to make what he needs to make, Midelia isn't certain but for now she pays it no mind.```\n\n**In-interesting, it looks quite fancy.**\n\n```Her body language would be a rather reserved one as her hands are on her back and her body would lean forth as she looks down onto the station, her legs close together her leaf like hair laying on her back and shoulders for now. Her face would be one of many eyebrows and surprised faces as she continues to explore the room, her back stretching as she stops looming over the alchemy table. Her bark feet would move as she straddles forth with lithe movements for a moment she would look onto the metal cabinet, she would stand motionless as she speaks.```\n\n**And i-in there?**\n\n```Her tone would be inquisitive as Midelia can clearly sense something coming from the cabinet, and well there is no better way to gain an answer outside of asking of course. That is what Midelia does her body language has gotten a bit more tense to the unknown presence.```"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk looked to his metal cabinet, approaching it. He would brandish his key, looking towards the Dryad.** \"Nothing savoury I'm afraid. It's where I keep my ingredients.\" **He'd briefly explain to her.** \"_All_ my ingredients.\" **Henryk then emphasized. His hand bringing the key to the lock, inserting it, then twisting. The cabinet would unlock as he opened it wide, his storage on display for Midelia to behold.**\n\n**They were all organized. Two racks towards the bottom all his botanical ingredients— Henryk would kneel down to add more to the bottom. The jars of ingredients he collected from Crasmere Forest were added to his collection for later usage.** \"I will plant these later.\" **He'd simply say, putting into mind that yes, he had full intention to grow these out so he didn't need to return to the forest to collect. The middle two racks were a series of vials of different coloured fluids with labels on them. \"Bone Growth\", \"General Antidote\", \"General Antitoxin\", \"Pain Relief\", \"Healing Remedy\", so on and so forth with generally straightforward naming conventions. These vials all had a particular purpose for them— mostly healing however there were some other vials of note Midelia could view. \"Snake Venom\", \"Fly Agaric Concentrate\", \"Death Root Extract\", so on and so forth. All related to poisons.**\n\n**Finally, the top most. This is where Midelia would have been beholden to Henryk's more _disturbing_ collections. Jars of different organs and body parts kept in fluids— preserved. Kidneys, liver, eyeballs— even organs one wouldn't even be able to immediately identify were kept sealed within the jars, labeled so one would know what organ they were dealing with.**\n\n**Standing from his knelt position after putting his plants away, he looked to Midelia with this neutral gaze.** \"I know some of this may seem macabre, but, some potent healing remedies require some poisoner's knowledge. My mentor had taught me the use of various poisons so that I may be equipped to heal those afflicted by them. It happens more often then not, I'm afraid. However, this is why people rely on me. It's best to be suited for _all_ situations when it comes to the Medicinal Arts.\""
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"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "```The Fae would step back as she allows the human to open the metal cabinet, watching as he brandishes a fancy key from his pocket her jade eyes observe his stance and his movements. It's almost like he is always tense and at a state of unease understandable as with the loud twisting of the cabinet which would almost echo through the room, the jade eyes of the dryad would fall upon his little collection. As she had thought it was all his ingredients from the most base concoctions to countless organs Midelia expected something like this. To her such practices would be rather abhorrent especially the organs, yet she understands that he would need it with his type of medical prowess.```\n\n**It is so-sort of what i expected? While i am not ex-exactly a fan of the organ collection, i do understand that in yo-your type of medical practices it is a necessary thi-thing to do.**\n\n```The dryad would calmly say their would be no malice in her voice only curiosity would be found instead, to Midelia this was all a bit strange even futuristic as it's completely opposite to her methods. Midelia used many more esoteric and tribalistic rituals falling more on the base components of nature and magic usage to achieve her goal. Perhaps to better results than what Henryk achieves, or perhaps the opposite Midelia wasn't sure but she was glad to have seen this unknown side to the medical arts that Henryk had now opened up for her.```\n\n**I-i must say it has been quite interesting, many methods we sha-share but also so many differences. Is there more to your met-methods?**\n\n```Her voice would be calm and her attitude would have changed since they first met, the dryad would've grown a lot more comfortable in the presence of the human. Both were rare specimens and both were experts in the biomantic arts and medical arts, stuck together in this small room due to shared and combined interest in their lifegoal.```"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\". . . Well, I can't exactly _show_ you all the methods to my madness— I'd need some patients to show you my process.\" **Henryk would say. There was a pause, as he would drum his fingers along the side of his pant leg as he was in thought. It's been a long while since he had the opportunity to work with someone. As much as he hated working with other people, he would recall days where he'd follow his mentor around, studying beneath him. Perhaps there'd be a benefit to the both of them working together?**\n\n\"Though, perhaps, if you'd be willing... I would benefit from another point of view. I'd _also_ benefit from having a second doctor in my clinic. I believe I see a beneficial partnership between you and I. Your traditional style of healing and my own modern rendition could perhaps benefit each other— an exchange of knowledge between the two. I can teach you my machinations in depth, and you can expose me to your own functions.\"\n\n**He paused. He was really doing this, huh?**\n\n\"Now— this is not an invitation for you to stay here. I am willing to house you for a time, however, we still are strangers to one another. I'm not willing to reveal the skeletons in my closet. Not now. If this proposal interests you, I still ask we maintain some distance as I am still not entirely certain of myself with you. No offence, it's simply a precaution. I'm sure you feel the same.\"\n\n**Henryk wanted to establish that distance again— he wanted it to be clear he saw their relationship as more of a business one. One where they could bounce concepts and ideas to one another. He wasn't prepared to accept this person into his life as anything more— he was afraid to.**\n\n**He kept that neutral gaze, standing before his cabinet of macabre ingredients and concoctions made from reviled practices. Despite seeming cool, it was evident he was afraid of making these significant strides. He was afraid of opening himself up.**\n\n**He didn't want to feel the pain of losing someone close again. He wouldn't allow someone to get close to him again.**\n\n\"So. What do you say, Ms. Midelia?\"\n\n**He waited on her response.**\n\n\"Oh— well isn't that a neat twist in fate. I happen to have business in Alynthi as well.\" **Henryk responded in a matter of factly voice.** \"I received a letter a few days ago offering to join a _expedition._ The group I'd be traveling needed a doctor. I couldn't pass up the opportunity, quiet frankly.\" **He would explain to the Dryad.** \"I also have other business there, but, that is my main purpose. Perhaps I can organize another carriage and leave for Alynthi tomorrow morning?\" **Henryk would suggest.**\n\n**The doctor then offered Midelia a hand.** \"Lets shake on it then.\" **He spoke thusly.** \"A seal to represent our new partnership. Lets explore our arts in-depth so we may become pioneers of the medical field.\" **Henryk offered the dryad a small smile, breaking his usual cold demeanour with that of confidence. He was willing to make this investment as he knew this would greatly assist him in his endeavours.**\n\n**He didn't mind her being flustered. For a being of advanced age, she was still a young spirit. Still— he hoped his words of maintaining distance would be respected. He was still insecure. Still anxious of forming new friendships.**\n\n**He pondered a bit what could be her business, but, disregarded it. It was _her_ business, not his own. He wouldn't attempt to pry that information, if she wished to share she was free to.**\n\n**Henryk would listen to what she'd have to say, then nod.** \"Okay. We'll go your way then.\" **The good doctor would concede on this matter.** \"I'm curious to see if your method to Alynthi truly is faster. I'll be carrying a pocket watch and recording our time.\" **The doctor made a husk chuckle, as though to convey he was jesting. From the short amount of time they knew one another, he didn't seem like the kind to tease or make jokes. Perhaps someone beneath that cold exterior is peeking through?**\n\n\"Then, tomorrow morning. Would you like to stay here tonight, or will you be staying in the nearby woods? I sense you'd prefer to be among the wild— no reasoning is needed, seeing as you're who you are.\"\n\n**There was something a little exciting about this union which he didn't want to admit. He was, by nature, a solitary being. However, this deviation in his day-to-day life has been cause for some exciting developments— and even more in the near future. He could feel the glass ceiling he was stuck under begin to give way, as the progress in his arts are sure to grow.**\n\n**He wanted her to also feel included. This wasn't all about _him_ after all. This was a two way street, he recognized that. Frankly, he'd rather the carriage, however he couldn't deny her of what she wanted. He had to show he was willing to try different methods— to look at another person's point of view.**\n\n**He waited on her answer. It wasn't often he allowed someone to stay in his abode. Last time that occurred—**\n\n**—It doesn't matter now. These are new horizons. A new day is awaiting for Henryk, as he is destined to view many new things and to see many new people. He could sense that his word will expand in the coming days.**\n\n**It's been a long while, but, he felt eager.**\n\n\"Ah, _Wayshrines._ Yes, suppose we can use those.\" **A nod from the doctor.** \"I was never a fan of those things personally. You miss the beauties of the world when you simply teleport between locations. Though, if it were something urgent, I understand it's use. I've had to in the past for urgent matters.\" **Henryk would briefly explain.**\n\n\"Ok. I have a few things to arrange here. We can reconvene at a later point then— if you wish to go ahead, then be my guest. I'll be in Alynthi for a short while, so, if we have the intent to find one another lets meet at the city square tomorrow at noon, yes?\" \n\n\"Though, if you wish to leave with me, feel free to lounge about somewhere. Or watch. I couldn't be bothered really— I just need to organize a few of my ingredients and prepare a some concoctions. Short work, should take me an hour or two.\" \n\n**He looked at the woman, seeing that inner child beaming out of her— she was an innocent creature. It warmed his cold dead heart a bit. Perhaps it's true that happiness does rub off onto others?**\n\n**He wouldn't think about it any deeply any further, and he would ponder her response.**\n\n**A few days has passed since the Doctor's journey to Alynthi.**\n\n**Business at the clinic was running as per usual. The Doctor took patients accordingly— nothing severe thus far, as most were dealing with seasonal allergies, common illness and the likes. Things the Doctor was use to treating.**\n\n**However, there was a particular case he wasn't expecting.**\n\n**A knight, one he assumed has no renown, as he hadn't recognized them, would've been brought to him by city guardsmen. Henryk had brought the man to his clinic and placed him on one of the beds. Having relinquished the knight of their armour and weapons, this individual would be stripped to their trousers.**\n\n**This knight seemed to have suffered a few lacerations— shallow wounds he was able to deal with. They also seem to have been experiencing a fever. Is it possible that this man passed through the Blackwater Swamp? Or, perhaps, they were attacked by bandits on the road?**\n\n**The Doctor could spend all day speculating, but, right now he'd handle medicating this individual.**\n\n\"Midelia.\" **Henryk called, becoming her over.** \"This man has suffered a couple of laceration wounds— nothing lethal of course, however he has begun a fever. Could you collect some disinfectants and bring some bandages for the knight?\" **He'd ask his work partner.** \"I'll be going downstairs for a moment— I'm going to collect a healing salve to speed the pace of his healing. I'll also be collect some needles and stitches to shut the wounds.\" **He'd explain to his partner.**"
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"author": "Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' Solus",
"message": "*Vidal wasn't a particular fan of going to the clinic, he never necessarily believed in traditional medicine as he believed Solaris would heal his wounds. Though he took this as some sort of blessing from the Day Mother. He while staking out in a cave on the outskirts of Findara considering he did not enjoy the beds they offer in those inns, they were always too rough and hard to a point where even his Steel Armor was more comfortable than them. Maybe he should've chose a better area, he apparently stumbled on the home of a pack of wolves that were not too thrilled about his intrusion. His victory did not come without sacrifice.*\n\n```\"You know there's always a one trick solution to this problem, a nice glass of Mead!\"```\n\n*The Knight Said as he tried to lighten his situation, the full reality was that he didn't necessarily want to be here but he had to considering there was no other choice and he was already in the middle of an examination, the only thing he was worried about was paying. Though In the back of his mind he wondered where Amicus was, maybe having his lunch on some rat he found. He doesn't understand why he does that when Vidal offers him countless things that would taste better than some dirty plague ridden rat that's been living in a sewer, he doesn't judge nor did he care cause at the end of the day he wasn't the most pleasant being to be around.*"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk returned from the downstairs with a clear vial simply labeled 'Salamander Growth', before placing it on a nearby surface for later use. He also brought his needles, stitches, and an empty injection needle.**\n\n**With everything collected, he briefly reviewed what Midelia gathered.** \". . . You know I acknowledge you as a expert healer, yes? You can proceed without my say. I trust you know what you're doing.\" **He'd tell Midelia, giving her the OK to apply the disinfectants.** \n\n**Henryk off to the side would begin preparing himself to stitch the gentleman's wounds together. He'd slide on his leather gloves, listening to the Knight speak as he allowed for Midelia to proceed with her own part of the process, to clean the wounds he suffered.** \n\n\"Well, at least your spirits remain in tact.\" **Commenting on the Knight's desire to drink some mead.** \"However, you should let the professionals work. Mead doesn't mend all wounds, I'm afraid.\" \n\n**He took the injection needle and prepared it. He opened the Salamander Regrowth solution and siphoned it from the bottle, preparing the needle for its eventual use.**\n\n\"My name is Doctor Henryk, and this here is my partner, Doctor Midelia. Tell me, how do you feel right now?\" **He asked the knight.** \"And, care to elaborate how this came to be?\" **Doctor Henryk spoke with this cool tone. His pale blue eyes examining the knight up and down. He had looks that could kill— eyes sharp like a scalpel.**\n\n**He would ask the usual questions while Midelia had been working on the gentleman.**"
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"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "```Moving her arm down she would grab some of the oregano she had grown on her body as she used the other hand and some roots to help unlock the bottle of honey, mumbling a few words to herself she would bring the two together in a sort of tribal ritual. Allowing the arcana to flow through her she would mix the two together adding a flavour of healing magic to it, it would only take a few seconds as her hands began to grow a bright green for just a moment as she \"Empowered\" The mixture. Eventually the light would fade and give way to a sludge of this mixture, with an ever so radioactive green tint. Despite it's disgusting appearance it would be effective with the power of arcana and natural solutions it would make sure the laceration wounds do not get infected and heal quite a bit faster and hopefully leave behind no scars.```\n\n**T-that should deal with the l-lacerations hopefully. Fo-for the f-fever i would recommend using corian-coriander or pe-perhaps a burning ritual wi-with the aid of magic albeit those ar-are quite lengthy.**"
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"author": "Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' Solus",
"message": "*He felt at ease as they applied the substance, almost in an instant his wounds began to scrap the pain that he was feeling. All things considered he had a very high regard for healers. They swear in to heal to which all that is life, which In his beliefs is most deserving of respect. He thought out as he was being treated, that they were a blessing from Solaris.*\n\n```\"It is a pleasure Sir Henryk and you Madam Midelia. I am Vidal Solis, Warden of the Oathbound. It is a long story about what happens, but let's just say I stumbled in something that I was not welcome to!\"```\n\n*Vidal chuckled a bit as the remainder of the pain he felt in his lacerations still acted into his laughter. Despite his injuries he still was in the most upbeat mood you could possibly think of, it was a strange sight but to Vidal this was just about every interaction, he could be robbed and he would still take the man for drinks.*\n\n```\"How do I feel? If anything everything feels better than it did when I was stumbling through you door\"```"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk, once Midelia stepped back, had approached with his needle and thread.** \"I'll be able to deal with his fever in a shorter period of time.\" **He responded in a matter of factly tone.** \"As of right now, lets finish dealing with these cuts.\" **The Doctor spoke as he would begin with the first cut.** \n\n\"This _will_ pinch.\" **Henryk spoke thusly. His hands would dextrously move, the thread passing into the needle before pocking the Knight's skin. The process of weaving the wound together had begun, as Henryk's hands moved in a flowing manner— it was like watching him manipulate water itself with how smooth his movements were.**\n\n**The thin wire would pull the flesh together, closing the wound as the threading passed through the Knight's flesh. Once Henryk had finished shutting one wound he'd take a scalpel of his to cut the wire free. Then he began with the next wound.**\n\n**Soon the wounds he had would be sealed shut. The healing process had already begun thanks to Midelia— Henryk's knowledge over Medical Arcana can tell the Dryad had used her own biomancy to heighten the effects of his disinfectants.**\n\n\"Normally the healing process would take a week to accomplish. However, I estimate that you'll be finished healing over night— with no scars after a three day period thanks to my partner here.\" **The Doctor would give an affirming nod to Midelia. He would take the Salamander Regrowth solution, but first using gauze to prepare an injection site.**\n\n\"This injection will heighten the healing effects. You _will_ feel hungrier as this increases your metabolic rate— essentially you'll be burning through food faster than normal. I hope you're not afraid of needles.\" \n\n**He placed the injection to his arm before pocking a vein. He would push the salve's solution into his body, before promptly removing the needle.**\n\n**Now done, Henryk would place bandages on his wounds and the injection site.** \"There. We've done what we could.\" **He would say.** \"Now for the fever. . .\"\n\n**Henryk knew what he could use.** \"A moment. I'm going to prepare another solution. Midelia, can you keep him company for a moment? If you have any temporary remedies in mind, feel free to employ them.\" \n\n**With that, Henryk returned downstairs once again.**"
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"author": "Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' Solus",
"message": "```\"This is my first time actually. I always relied on Solaris the Day Mother to heal my wounds, as so she has provided. And today she has crossed our paths together has she not?\"```\n\n*Vidal smiled, of course he did notice the lack of formality in her dialogue. But many people come from very different backgrounds, that is something that he enjoys about life. Is that whenever there's a new person introduced to you, there's always a new story to be told. Part of him enjoyed their company even if it would be very brief.*\n\n```\"I must ask and forgive my intrusion madam, but how did you discover yourself to be a doctor? I've always wanted to be one but I suppose it just wasn't my calling.\"```\n\n*He said as his fever raged on inside of his head, though it was nothing to complain for. Let alone being attacked by a pack of wolves who didn't exactly want their home being intruded on is something he'd take a fever over any day."
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{
"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "```The fae-spirit would listen attentively to what the human had to say, it was her job to keep him busy for the time being. A job she intends to do well, as the sound of gods enters her ears and makes it way to the factory of her brain. Midelia would begin to manufacture a response to such statements of divine intervention, while realizing it is meant in good favour she decides to give some advice in her usual rather quiet voice.```\n\n**H-having faith in the go-gods goes a long way! B-but next timr carry so-some potions and the li-likes of such, the-there will be a time when lu-luck abandons you.**\n\n```She would say as she moves her hand to his forehead, allowing the sharp tip of her finger to press onto Vidal's forehead. It might capture Vidal off guard, almost like a needle pressing on his forehead. But as fast as it came it stops, Midelia retracting her hand as she thinks to herself for a moment.```\n\n**W-well your fever isn't that bad i cou-could do sone quicker methods but my com-comrade has it covered.**\n\n```She would say as she hears his question, being caught quite a bit off guard the fae isn't really sure if this stranger is privy to a story she rather keeps for herself and those few she allows a bit deeper into her bark. Stuttering for an answer Midelia would provide a simple and rather unclear answer.```\n\n**I-i well i fo-found him in the forest where i-i usually reside and on-one thing went to the oth-other...**"
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{
"author": "Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' Solus",
"message": "```\"I suppose you are right, perhaps I was a little careless in my travels. May I ask what you injected me with? It feels strange but I can't explain it.\"```\n\n*Though he did agree he was too careless in his travels, he also still believed in the divine blessings he so continues to fight with. It is Solaris that provides him his strength and his mentality. His everlasting devotion is what heals him as it had his whole life.\n\n*He was also off put by the vague answer, Vidal was confused as the fae replied. Though he paid no mind towards it as maybe it was something only they could understand which he thought not to press any further on*\n\n```\"Luck only gets you so far I suppose. But I'm not one who relies on such a thing.\"``` \n\n*He replied with a bright smile.*"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk would come back in just as he asked about the healing salve he used.**\n\n\"The components used in the salve I gave you utilizes a synthesis of Worm Wood, Dittany, and Salamander's blood.\" **He'd elaborate to Vidal.** \"I used my Biomancy and _Alchemical_ expertise to take the chemical components that promote regrowth and turned it into a solution which I can administer via injection.\" **The Doctor had arrived with a stone bowl with this greenish-clear liquid in it. Collecting a wooden cup, he'd collect from a nearby waterskin some water to pour into his cup.**\n\n**Now that he had this cup, he'd pour the mystery liquid into the water, stirring it around, then presenting it to Vidal.** \"The liquid I put in the water is a more _traditional_ medicine. It's from a plant called Matalafi, found in hotter climates. I had this exported from Khisfire.\" **He explained briefly to Vidal.** \"It'll help treat your inflammation— I primarily use it for individuals suffering from fevers or body aches.\" \n\n**The Doctor stood back now, allowing Vidal some space.** \"Becoming acquainted, are we?\" **He would ask— not in a teasing tone, but a matter of fact tone. Midelia knew Henryk wasn't one to usually joke around and tease, especially in the workspace.** \"Perhaps curious in the arts of Medical Arcana, Sir Solis?\""
},
{
"author": "Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' Solus",
"message": "```\"Yes I suppose we are, since I was about the size of a fence post I've always wanted to quaint myself in the profession. But it just didn't call out to me I suppose.\"```\n\n*He picked up the mystery liquid handed by the doctor, it looked a little blah and the smell was not pleasant either. He crested it on on his lips and chugged the thing, just as he thought it was not a good taste. What did you expect, the things that help the most are not the most pleasant to experience.*\n\n*He coughed and just about almost threw up as the taste was horrid, just about one of the worst things he's tasted though afterwards was not all that bad. The knight had been through so much, killed bandit hives, kill monsters just about twice his size, and then he would always do all of those again. But drink that? That's never happening again.*\n\n```\"I'd rather still be bleeding than drink that ever again.\"```"
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{
"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "```She would look at Henryk's arrival nodding her head in affirmation, looking at the liquid he began to stir around as her jade eyes look at his pale hands moving around the cup. The liquid was quite strange Midelia has never been to Kishfire she despises sand it's rough and gets everywhere. But this doesn't mean she isn't aware of the benfit of many of it's natural plants. Lucky for the fae she can grow them on her own accord a fact she decides to mention to her comrade.```\n\n**W-well next ti-time i can grow them for you i suppose.** \n\n```Hearing his comment Midelia wasn't sure how to respond, this human before her seemed interested in learning more of the medical arts. A task the dryad isn't really interested in teaching but it's decently clear that her companion is, two half-humans interested in the arts of healing what are the odds the fae thinks to herself but deciding not to mention it. As she witnesses Solis almost puking infront of her the fae wouldn't move much remaining motionless and only commenting on it.```\n\n**T-there are worse concoctions this one wil-will do fine, you on-only have to drink it once.** \n\n```With that stuttering comment the fae would allow Henryk to continue his conversation with the fellow half-human, were they both of the same race? She didn't really know what other half Henryk was but the tree-spirit had presumed it was most likely an elf same for the patient infront of her. Perhaps they can sense that? Midelia wasn't really certain how humans worked on that regard.```"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk gave a nod of affirmation to Midelia.** \"Simply going through my stock. I'll show you its leaf after we're done.\" **The Doctor spoke, before looking down to Vidal.**\n\n\"Yes, worse concoctions indeed. Though I find the herbal taste to be manageable myself.\" **Commenting on the fact he'd rather be bleeding out right now. The Doctor began packing things away— the needle would be collected to be sanitized for later use. Production of these instruments weren't as common as he'd like them to be.**\n\n\"Curious to find another Half-Human step through my doors. Tell me, Sir Solis, the Oathbound are those sell swords, no? Of a more _clerical_ sorts, yes?\" **Henryk had asked the Warden of the Oathbound.** \"Whom is your master, and what is your purpose?\" **The Doctor now asked in a inquisitive tone, staring down Solis with these piercing blue eyes, probing him for information.**\n\n**Henryk had identified that a curious individual has entered his clinic— a chance meeting to perhaps further his own goals.**\n\n**The Doctor has begun a plot.**"
},
{
"author": "Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' Solus",
"message": "```\"I would greatly ask you to not refer the Oathbound as 'Sell Swords'. I hold it not against you, but the guild itself is not a mercenary group. It is an order of which the Goddess of Justice Kamara oversees.\"```\n\n*Vidal stood up, as the medicine coursed through his body he felt better than ever. Feeling as if he was finally able to stand on his feet he could understand the doctors inquisitive behavior, he understood the question of Vidal having a master. Perhaps to make him swear another. He was skeptical, though by the order of the guild he still reserved the right to deny an Unbreakable Oath to him.*\n\n```\"Forgive my intrusion, but for what do you ask about who I serve and my purpose? What is it that you seek within these curiosities?\"```\n\n*Vidal stood and walked over to where his armor had been stuck up, it was sitting in the corner along with his blade. He grabbed each piece of his armor and slowly put them on as the two went on about him and his position.*"
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{
"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"I'd like to meet the person whom you serve.\" **Henryk responded as Vidal stood. He wasn't going to stop him, he didn't see the point— he'd allow Midelia to be the one to express concern for the knight's wellbeing.** \"See, I'm an individual who wants the best for people. I'm a _Doctor_ after all, and I have a mission to make medicine more easily accessible.\" **Henryk explained all but briefly to Sir Solis.** \"If I'm not to be mistaken, Oathbound typically serve individuals of noble origins. People who have the power and resources to help the meek and weary. An individual like that. . . I would want to meet to make my case. Understand?\" **Henryk had explained to Vidal.** \n\n**Of course, he knew he had a situation going on with Vierna. He was to test her mettle soon— to see if she was worth serving as a doctor to. Henryk wanted to expand his network however. More people he knew, the faster he can accelerate his work. More people can be medicated.**\n\n**His eyes followed the knight as he moved. Watching what he would do next. He didn't ask for payment— typically he would, however he decided to be generous in this instance. He wanted to show goodwill towards the Oathbound in hopes he could find what he sought.**"
},
{
"author": "Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' Solus",
"message": "```\"I serve nobody tis have no master. But you are correct in your assumptions as many Oathbound Knights serve those of nobility. Forgive my prying behavior, but what is it that you need of me Sir Henryk?\"```\n\n*He attached his scabbard back on the back of his armor though did not want to pick up his weapon as he did not want to threaten the probing doctor. What is it that he wanted of him? He was skeptical and hesitated for a moment before speaking up again.* \n\n```\"What is your price for your services? I will pay you as compensated for you services Sir Henryk.\"```"
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"author": "murender",
"message": "**Forgot to press send a few hours ago**"
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{
"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Hm.\" **Henryk looked up and down his fellow Half-Human, seemingly in thought. Then, the idea eclipsed. He had a proposition.** \n\n\"I maybe going to dangerous lands soon in order to medicate people. I still have to discuss details with the person in question, but, regardless of, I need a bodyguard.\" **He would briefly explain.** \"I maybe not a noble, but I am a Doctor with renown. Why don't we form an Oath? You have no master after all, no?\" **He would rationalize.**\n\n\"I'll give you free medical care, and I'll take care of you so long as you pledge your protection to me. I think that's a fair trade? Besides— I think I can direct you in a way that'll assist many people.\" \n\n**Henryk lapsed his hands over one another.** \"My work isn't black and white— some may look at my methodology to be disturbing. But, if you can look past that, I can promise you we will help many people.\" \n\n\"Though, of course, before we form an Oath, I do want to get to know you better. Likewise, you probably would want the same. Yes?\""
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{
"author": "Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' Solus",
"message": "```\"It is advisable you do not refer it as a master, purely an oathbound client as it is called. But I do not need your services as payment, though purely coin is the only terms of payment. The only negotiation is how much. I am willing to accept the Unbreakable Oath, but yes I am a little curious of who.. You are\"```\n\n*He had a shadowed suspicion about his motives, although this was by the Order of the Guild and to trust his gut when it comes to swearing the Unbreakable Oath.*\n\n```\"I am Vidal Solis, I am known within the guild as Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' since I am a worshipper and a servant to Solaris the Goddess of the Sun. I was born in the Capital of Findara as we step here, this is my home. Before I had joined the guild I was a Royal Guard for the Findaran Royal Council serving for 11 years. At any time within the Oath you choose to relieve my services, you must be compliant into paying the necessary amount otherwise as per the Order of the Guild I am permitted as to my will to retrieve it.\"```\n\n*He wanted him to understand what he was getting himself into, as he did not see medical attention as a sufficient form of payment nor did his superiors. He was expecting the doctor to tell him who he was, he needed to be sure he was not fighting for a lunatic.*"
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{
"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk thought for a moment, then shrugged.** \"Well, unfortunately I'm going to have to rescind my offer.\" **An audible sigh left his mouth. He won't go into the details as to why he decided to revoke his own offer— it was embarrassing to say the least. Midelia knew the story, he didn't need to tell every stranger he met his woes. Not to mention Henryk had the intent of using Vidal's own services to seek out ingredients he needed and to protect him under the circumstances he left for Lazaroth.**\n\n\"You're free to leave. Your body will be completely healed after a three day period. I don't want your payment— take it as a sign of goodwill.\" **He made a dismissive hand gesture, the Doctor moving to pack his things away in a nearby shelf full of his stock. Same place Midelia found her ingredients.**\n\n**The Doctor murmured to himself. He was annoyed, and when he had been facing Vidal he could very well see he was bothered. _Money._ The ultimate evil. It was material wealth that dictated everything— it's coin that has made him beg to various nobles and merchants for their support. It's why he's working hard to ensure his partnership with Vierna, why he doesn't care if he leaves for Lazaroth.**\n\n**He had no ill will towards Vidal. He simply hated his circumstances as a Doctor— the discussion of money further pushing his incredible dissatisfaction.**"
},
{
"author": "Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' Solus",
"message": "```\"I will still give you some sort of compensation for your services, I am obligated to repay somebodies good will in any way possible. I give you my sincerest apologies, as the ways of the guild are out of my control. I hope that our paths may cross again, Solaris smiles on you Sir Henryk.\"```\n\n*He put his helmet on and threw his cloak over the top of his head, he slid his Two Handed Great-sword into his scabbard and nodded his head towards the doctor. He turned his head towards his assistant and nodded his head to her as well*\n\n```\"I bid you farewell as well as you Madam, your services are not forgotten. In any case I am obliged to repay you for the favor. Maybe not bounded by an Oath. But as a favor for a friend, if we ever cross paths again I will gladly assist you. But that day is not today my friend.\"```\n\n*He nodded once more and picked himself up and headed towards the door, though he did feel somewhat melancholy as he seemed like he was in need of one. Though where he was going is a matter that needed immediate attention. He prayed Solaris would cross their destinies together, so that he could repay the favor. Before leaving, he left a little coin purse with 50 pieces of Gold. It was his way of saying thank you, as he believed giving back is a good omen. He then stepped out of the door to pursue the sole reason why he came back to Findara.*"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk watched as the room had emptied itself, leaving himself, the clinic, and that sack of gold left behind.**\n\n**He uttered something to himself, clenching his jaw as he would softly place his head against the medicine cabinet he was at, making a few curses.**\n\n**He really hated how desperate he was— furthermore, something in his blood was pained by the rejection.**\n\n**He cursed his other half— his blood was tainted by something _undesirable,_ and it made him feel this way. It made him lose a sense of control over himself.**\n\n**The Doctor left an exasperated sigh escape his mouth as he attempted to recollect himself. He quickly fixed his hair, stood straight, and looked upon his own reflection in one of the medicine vials.**\n\n**Back to work.**"
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{
"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "A week and more would pass from that sudden meet back in the Capital of Alynthi. A Drow meeting with a Half Human, one unexpectedly providing a path. A Noble, and a Doctor. Both ambitious, yet perhaps just as much foolish to the blind lure of change. Whatever the case, this destination would be their next arranged meet, the time coming for a most unorthodox rite of passage. \n\nFrom Alynthi to Findara via Wayshrine, the only notion of her decided destination would be the faint note Henryk had left behind. An address, one she found with faint difficulty given the foreign nature that was Findara. The troubles of crossing through so many Cities, and such faint differences that boggled the mind. Nevertheless, the fairly humble abode she imagined would be reached, and with it the expectation to meet the cold exterior presented just that week ago.\n\nVierna herself would naturally avoid the night dress previously encountered due to the sake of travel and decency, the Lazarothian now out and bound in a mixture of affluence and formality. A white blouse, sleeves rolled down to her elbows. A feminine vest accompanied it, at its exterior a darker shade with a puffed up lower region. Noticeable by the trimmings of the collar and faint exterior, there would be a distinct showing of royal purple from within. Chest region slithtly parted to give way to a necklace that decorated her, a crimson red in colour and clearly foreign in design. That, too, the showing of her dark grey tones. Lower down, heeled boots accompanied a skirt of similar colour to the vest's exterior, inspired faintly in gothic tradition. \n\n Her hair seemed to lack its typical free flowing nature, now sorted into a braided ponytail that seemed to mesh well with those silvery locks. Pointed ears more noticeable, her face flashed the composure of that Drowish sharpness. A confidence, a mystery as befit the true wants of a Lazarothian. Though also, perhaps intrigue at just what this day would teach her; of herse\n\nLf and of this strange Doctor that seemed to demand to know the Noble's worth as a person."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**She reached her desired destination, having followed the address Henryk gave her during the fated meeting a week ago, now standing before the clinic. The building was sizeable, little bigger than the others but not _too_ big, as there were some larger structures nearby. The outside door was made of a fine wood, reinforced with metal. A sign on the door with the word \"Open\" Hung, implying it was business hours. Next to the door another sign was hammered to the clinic's wall with the text \"Dr. Henryk's Clinic\". Henryk didn't seem all too imaginative with names, and got straight to the point with his branding.**\n\n**Pushing through the door, Vierna stood in a reception area. The front desk wasn't being manned right now, however a bell run right over her head. From a door behind the desk, she'd be able to hear a certain gentleman call out.**\n\n\"Just a moment!\" \n\n**Further observing the room, there were chairs lined up for people to sit at, some children's toys in a box, along with another door nearby, and a set of stairs going upstairs. The stairs had sign in front of it stating \"Do not pass\". Seems that was probably somewhere private.**\n\n**Finally, our beloved Dr. Henryk stepped from beyond the door behind the desk. When he saw Vierna he paused for a moment— his facial expressions weren't quiet like when they met. He was visibly caught off guard, did he forget that they were meeting today? They never really set a concrete date, after all.**\n\n**Henryk, quickly breaking out of his flustered state, would quickly fix his hair before speaking. Pale blue eyes meeting with her own set of more _radiating_ blue eyes.** \"Hello, Vierna. Hope you had no trouble finding the place?\" **The doctor asked, having recomposed himself.** \n\n**Henryk presently wore similar closes from before, the difference however was his sleeves were rolled up right now, he had a slight disheveled look to his visage, and evidently looked like he was busy with work.**"
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{
"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "A momentary startle alerted her to the bell's sudden ring, thus beginning the start to this peculiar reunion. The shout of that nearby voice made true the presence of one gentleman in clear haste. A momentary composure hit her, that faint inkling of a smile as she observed this Half Human and his ever so simple workplace. The children's toys, the absent desk that loomed mysteriously on guard for a waiting client or two. It seemed there was little in terms of staff, an idea to note for one who so urged that desperate offer to come assist her in Lazaroth. \n\nA passive stride moved closer to the desk, the origin of this voice or so she assumed. Wherever the Drow roamed, a confident exterior always seemed to find itself; like one who had been here before and knew every inch of this standard structure. Those lingering moments of inspections would soon fade however, as Henryk made his introduction upon their most sudden reunion. \n\nAs the Doctor strode out, Vierna would meet his fluster with a prepared smile. Her hands calmly met one another, narrowed eyes briefly looking over that disheveled style. Perhaps it amused her, or perhaps it spun a tale of one working so hard for little gain. The Lady would keenly reply to his sudden flutter of words, but the topic she considered wouldn't stray from her thoughts. \n\n\"Doctor Henryk. Yes, those bold letters were a keen giveaway. As for the rest of this City, not so much. I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Doctor?\" A quick glance lingered down to his attire, an indicator as to what she meant by the look of a very busy man. Of course, it wouldn't be the last of her words as she casually adjusted her blouse and offered a quick step closer to the desk in keen inspection.\n\n\"We never spoke on a specific date for this, if I remember right? Such was the plan, to see you at your element.\"\n\n\"And you, to inspect my own, if I remember right? That was the agreed arrangement, I believe? It has been quite long.\" The Noble explaining, her movements seeming to cease and now focusing on inspecting the Half Human. There, she seemed to watch for those possible falters or even renewed composure."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Yes.\" **Henryk nodded his head.** \"That is indeed the agreement.\" **He would affirm, huffing a little.** \"Okay. We're dealing with a sensitive case today— perfect timing honestly, I sent Midelia out for the day. She deserves a break, but, my timing was misfortunate.\" **He would briefly explain over.** \"Come, lets walk and talk. I have to collect some tools.\"\n\n**He'd walk to the basement door, taking a key and unlocking it. He would open the door to begin walking down, stepping through first, knowing Vierna may want to keep eyes on him going into a spooky basement.** \n\n\"The patient I'm dealing with right now is suffering from wounds dealt by what I can only assume was a _Necrophage._ Likely a 'Drowner'. They're common in the Blackwater Swamp, drowning anything alive before devouring them.\" **He'd explain to Vierna, stepping into his main work area. Vierna would see the various workstations he has coupled with some supply cabinets which kept his things.** \"Drowners are known to have a toxin that renders the victim paralyzed and causes blood clotting, effectively causing the victim to drown in their own blood. Though the patient cannot move right now, I know for a fact they're in a state of panic—\" **He looked to Vierna and point towards his two eyes.** \"—I can see it in their eyes.\" **He added, before turning away.** \"They're going to need an Antivenom, which I do not have. I'd need to hire a monster hunter to seek a Necrophage to slay one and bring back their glands— unfortunately I don't have that sort of money to make it worth their time. I have other Antivenoms, but, I don't know if they'll work.\" **He'd open his main cabinet to reveal different organs which have been jarred, along with plenty of other tinctures.**\n\n**He would look over his solutions, and then briefly look over to Vierna with a serious gaze, the icy chill within those eyes.** \"You'll likely see someone die today. Do you understand?\" **Henryk would ask the Lady in this macabre tone— the sudden rush and plunge into action maybe a lot for the noble, but, maybe this would be a good time to show their merits.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "A keen nod would offer itself upon the affirmation, Vierna having remembered the arrangement in truth, but it was always a useful test for the other. There would be little time to consider these careful games however as the rather dishevelled Doctor offered his point, and the task at hand. Clearly the sudden nature of it caught the Drow off guard, a moment to converse lost without that sudden need for moving. \n\n\"Oh..?- Uh, yes. Very well.\" It would only dawn on her the seriousness of the Doctor's role, the task she likely was going to face without his later explanation. Instead, her eyes gently watched the shake of the keys and the shudder of that basement door. - Henryk would be right in his assumption of caution, the Lady much preferring to keep an eye on the Man as she slowly followed down these stairs. \n\n\"I.. I'm glad you and Midelia have blossomed some way of a partnership. Truly, I expected her to return to the Forests after Alynthi..\" - A casual comment would be made, its usefulness to the task at hand proving very little as Vierna's blue gaze fluttered about the main work area. Henryk's words more or less quietened her, the words of an expert spoken so bluntly of this horrid creature. She had seen her fair share of events in Lazaroth, but rarely did her privileged origins force her to learn of these dreaded beasts. - That much became certain with her reaction. \n\n\"Drowners? Gods.. This is... A common occurrence with you?\" Vierna tried to offer, playing into some interest while finding clear disgust by her tone. She would temporarily freeze up as Henryk made further his point by the point towards his two eyes. A temporary falter of that usual charismatic exterior, Vierna now remained in a foreign field. \"I.. I see.\"\n\n.\n\nBut it would be the final few shuffles and cold words that truly struck her, the gravity of the situation becoming dead serious. There was no time to laugh it off, this was no fancy ball or wine filled social gathering. This was real, and despite some falter with her words she would find some diligence in this truth. A nod would come in reply to Henryk's cold questioning, an uneasy manner that showed her inexperience yet with words that showed that flare of drive. \n\n\"What.. Do you need me to do?\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk began collecting the instruments he may need.** \"Quiet frankly, I don't know what you _can_ do. I was hoping you'd come in on a quieter day.\" **He'd briefly explain, collecting some of his tinctures.** \"_This_ should slow down the poison. . . This will likely provide some pain relief, and this— Yes, repopulation of blood cells.\" **He was speaking to himself, before looking over towards her.** \"I'm about to review the patient's situation further. It's been over a day now since they've been attacked. There's going to be a few sacrifices made today.\" **He would begin to walk back towards the stairs with his vials and instruments.** \n\n\". . . Just. . . _Observe_ and figure something that may help. I don't care if you simply console the patient, or give me encouragement— Today— Today is _not_ the day to teach you how to be a nurse.\" **A heavy sigh left his lips.** \"Come on.\"\n\n**He'd walk back upstairs with her presumably following behind. They'd enter where he kept his patients— the door behind the desk. Beds lined the area with a few storage cabinets nearby.**\n\n**It will now finally dawn on Vierna who they're dealing with.**\n\n**A man knelt by the bed while a child, a boy of around 12 years of age, had been in the bed. Their arm was lowered to a position below their heart, off the bed slightly. A few tools had been nearby, seems the Doctor was already attempting a few things to make this work— but that arm. . . It was turning purple. Stages of necrosis most likely— the venom having attacked the flesh of this innocent.** \n\n**And those eyes— the child couldn't move their body, but those eyes were wide open, darting around. Occasional groans left their lips, as though they wanted to talk— no, _scream._**\n\n**Doctor Henryk deposited a few materials, looking upon the child's arm with visible worry.**\n\n\"Sir.\" **He'd address the father, who would raise their head, acknowledging Henryk.** \". . . I don't have any of the Antivenom we need— it's been well over four hours now, we've entered an incredibly dangerous threshold. Your son, he. . .\" \n\n**The father quickly rose to his feet.** \"_Doctor!_ You can't— You can't give up! Not _now!\"_ **He would shout.** \"There's still a chance— there has to be!\" \n\n**Henryk would listen and make a darken expression, frowning. He wasn't sure what to say— he looked at this child's state and felt his heart sank. His issues keep piling up, the lack of materials to help people continue to cause misery for others. He would feel spite in his heart, not towards anyone, but himself.**\n\n**Looking at the arm, a glimmer entered his eye as an idea dawned on him.**\n\n\". . . I _can_ save him. However, you have to accept the consequences.\" **He would simply say.** \". . . His arm. That is where the Drowner managed to leave its mark. The venom is still in there. I can engineer an Antivenom, however, I will need to remove it.\" \n\n**The father's eyes widen.** \"What? You— You can't! He needs that! He'll be deformed— I. . .\"\n\n**Henryk gave a heavy handed response.** \"His arm has entered a state of necrosis. He will die if we leave it as is. I can save your son, but, you need to accept the sacrifice it'll take. I have no other options.\"\n\n**Vierna was stuck between the two— the tension was high, incredibly high. The father was clearly hesitant, and the child— those eyes would spell nothing but fear, as he was completely cognizant, but had nothing to say. . . Because he could not _speak._**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "It was clear this would be no simple task, the Drow brought right to the deep end of this work all for some silly game of proving her morality. There were moments that left her speechless, the realisation setting in. In those moments where she followed after the Doctor, a faint feeling to just abandon this whole plan had started to set. The entrance, the door was right there, yet what would that make her? If she was too cowardly to face one patient, how could she even consider ruling over thousands? \n\nThere would be no time to discuss the matter, for what faint guidance she had, observation was her only thought. Those moments to ponder flashed by quickly, from back upstairs through to the collection of beds and the very scene that brought her into the truth of this situation. The Dark Elf was keen to lower her head, lips parted yet silent as she watched both the Father and Henryk bicker over the poor boy that remained in clear trauma. The paralysis, the dead shot look and the desperation of the Father all combined to that stressful scene. \n\nAmputation, she was smart enough to realise Henryk's plan, but seemed to empathise with the Father. It was all so sudden, but with their time there was very little to debate with. If they weren't quick, then this young boy would surely meet a terrible fate. Vierna had to consider her worth, not one to practice surgery nor simply spectate this very seen. The Father would be Henryk's first obstacle she imagined, a slight tinge of faith that the Half Human could perhaps solve this if only with their trust. Thus, a hidden tool of hers seemed highly valued. \n\n.\n\nThere was hesitance to butt in, an outsider especially a Drow she supposed would earn some shouts from a grieving Father - But she had one tool that in her life had grown to exploit. Not for the kind of good that it may provide here, but for her own wants. As tensions continued to rise and her silence seemed quite clear, had she truly found herself in over her own head? The struggling child and the hesitant Father, both problems that this overworked Doctor needed to deal with. But soon, spun a sudden addition of the Drow's own soft words. \n\n**\"You.. Must calm down, Sir. You will, for the sake of your own son..\"** - A statement, typically blunt and direct especially from a stranger would usually be ignored, but perhaps to the Father it rung a completely different tale. That previously lowered head would be raised, the confident sapphire eyes of the Drow clear in eye contact as her words fluttered more soothingly to the ears of the man. To him, it was not just a suggestion but one so obviously right. One, from a tone that could hardly be resisted. To Henryk, her words were unlike anything she had offered before, a tone both alluring and demanding, a softness like no other. In truth, her innate Enchantment magic in keen display.\n\nRegardless, soon after her words and the effect it would have, Vierna's expression showed herself still feeling that blatant stress. A distinct hope that it would work, an obstacle to try and ease Henryk's tensions. There was still the child, a matter she considered and hoped Henryk would offer guidance as she looked to him after those sudden words she spun."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**The effects settled into the father's mind as Vierna spoke— it was like he was spoken a command, a piece of guidance he can listen to. He didn't know who she was, but, his moment of distress made him vulnerable to manipulation.**\n\n\"Y-yes. . . Doctor— please. . . Save him.\" **The father would speak in a softer tone now.**\n\n**Henryk's eyes looked to Vierna, then back to the father, delivering a prompt nod. He moved towards one of the cabinets where he would take out one of the tools he needed for this endeavour. A bonesaw.**\n\n**Henryk made a slow return, holding it, while the father held the son's opposite hand, clutching it. Fear written in the visage of both father and son.**\n\n**Henryk looked to Vierna, before speaking.** \"Console the boy. I don't want him to feel fear while this happens.\" **He told Vierna, it was evident he identified what she did— he knew the art well, it was a power within his own blood. He saw use in Vierna here, a tool exposed for him to use right now.**\n\n**He would take a leather strap and wrap it above the bicep. Tightening it. He would prepare bandages, as well as one of his regenerative tinctures for this endeavour.**\n\n\"Fret not. I _promise_ you that he'll be saved. This arm— I'll be able to use it to engineer the Antivenom we need.\" **He'd now look to Vierna again.** \". . .\" **No words were spoken as he prepared, waiting for Vierna to deliver her words. His cunning mind using her as a tool— a way to relieve pain from the boy, to keep him distracted from the pain.**\n\n**He placed the saw to the arm, looking to Vierna expectantly. His eyes kept this calm, as he seemed confident in what he was about to do. Not to mention. . . He forced himself to trust her here.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "Relief as the Father obeyed, the realisation kicking in at the exposure of her magic to Henryk's viewing. There would be no surprise in his reaction however, the way he spoke entailing this idea that the Doctor knew all about the Magic that clung to the other Half of his origins. It would be peculiar, an insight into eachother that couldn't be discussed yet given their situation. The guidance she much needed by Henryk earned him a nod, Vierna grimacing a moment at the sight of that bonesaw as she neatly lowered herself down to the side of the bed closer to the subdued Father and the paralysed child. \n\nThe Doctor's look back to her was a daunting one, knowing that it would only be her that calmed this mind away from that horrific pain. The trust was evident, one in the ability of Henryk and now in Vierna's calming magic. To her, a simple spell would not suffice, calm would not ease a mind wracked with such pain. Instead, a more Adept level was required. If she were a tool for Enchantment, then she'd be considered a particularly gifted one. A huff and a glance away from the bonesaw tried to remedy composure as she offered a faint smile to the struggling child, beginning her work.\n\n**\"Shh, child.. Calm your mind. You're not here.. Let me show you..\"**\n\nHer hand would reach forward, the tip of her nail soon reaching the forehead as offered a soothing shush. Leaned forward enough to avoid sight of the saw herself, her concentration grew better and better through every fleeting moment. To the others, her movements meant little but to the boy, the growing haze of fog would mellow his thoughts. An ease back into the bed, a calming sense of pure unknowing of the exterior and reality of the world. Instead, the only offering would be the soft whispers of that Drow's tone, painting a picture that would be this new memory. \n\n.\n\n**\"Shh.. See..? Of course.. There's no pain here. You're with your.. Friends, in the market square, see? The bustle of the crowds, the spare fruits so simple to pluck without anyone batting an eye..? You're.. Safe..\"**\n\nIt would be the Noble that crafted this new found memory, easing the thoughts of the boy. As if he were in his own world, Vierna seemed to keep him there as she went on with describing this place that played out in the boy's head. It would leave Vierna preoccupied, her sapphire gaze starting to cloud, leaving Henryk to do his work while the boy was at peace. \n\n***\"There's a man that approaches you.. Familiar, comforting. Your Father.. He's there, offering you a smile and beckoning you over. You know with him, that you're.. Safe..\"***\n\nThe true trial remained in the harsh gore that Vierna herself would be forced to hear, and if it would harm the memory that kept the boy quiet. In so deep within the thoughts of another, her own composure would be what brings life from death."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**The child's eyes softened a bit as the Drow would enact her spell, lulling them into a sense of security. The father watched, wordless, as he would utter a simply prayer to whatever God was watching, hoping his son would live to see another day.**\n\n**Henryk held the bonesaw to the arm. There was a moment of hesitation before finally making an audible sigh. He would _press_ the saw against the arm, beginning the process. Flesh tore as blood began to spill onto the sheets of the bed and the hardwood floor. The child's eyes would grow tense, letting out a series of grunts as tiers formed in their eyes— but the magic, the pain would be silenced for moments —but then violent flashes of the bonesaw cutting through them would plague their mind with the pain. The child wanted to scream but couldn't. Vierna could see the mixture of terror and relief in their eyes— a god awful mesh between reality and enchantment.**\n\n**As Henryk cut through bone, a gnarled squelching sound could be heard as the child's eyes rolled back having passed out from the pain— the arm was finally removed.**\n\n**Henryk moved to quicker begin bandaging the arm, covering it and applying the bandage tightly. The white sheets already staining crimson. The father was weeping now, uttering apologies to his child. The doctor quickly moved to take a needle, siphoning some of the regenerative tincture, and poking a vein, injecting the liquid.**\n\n\". . . This has bought us a little bit more time— the venom from the Drowner has likely already circulated to other areas, so we need to do this fast.\" **He would take the child's severed arm.**\n\n\". . . The child is unconscious. Come on, we don't have a moment to waste.\" **He almost _ordered_ Vierna to follow with him, beginning to walk out from the clinic area and back to the basement with the arm.**\n\n**He didn't actually care if she followed, it was to her. He knew what must be done next.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "As the Doctor began his work, that sweet memory she offered in his thoughts seemed to remain for those few harsh moments. The crunch of the arm, the harsh sawing of flesh nevertheless was a sensation that even a distraction struggled to deal with. Those few moments of peace was all Vierna could best offer him, as the severity of it all came to a close, far surpassing the Drow's own capability.\n\n Vierna shuddered throughout the worst of it all, teary eyes from the boy almost replicated by the Noble in their brief connection. That fabricated reality wouldn't last, and thankfully the fortune of the boy passing out left her mind to go free, too. A gasp escaped her, the cloudiness of her pupils fading back to normalcy as she inched back in horror. Teary eyes looked up to witness the horror of that amputated arm, and the rather blunt words of a man who clearly has done far worse. \n\nIt would terrify her in that moment, how she couldn't hold her magic long enough, that the final moments of the amputation were felt in their worst state. The gnarled squelching sounds remained drilled in her mind, causing her to look in guilt at the passed out boy. It would be Henryk's sudden command that brought her back to reality, a brief wipe at her teary eyes before perhaps more meekly following along per the Doctor's request. Perhaps she wanted to get away from the scene, to hide the guilt she felt. Nevertheless, Vierna would return to her feet with a slow stride along, keeping to her silence."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Back down into the basement,**\n\n**Henryk placed the arm onto the metal table he had at the center of the room. He had pulled out a needle with a large bottle. Nearby he had his alchemy station ready, prepared for use— along with that he had _liver_ in a bottle, sitting in formaldehyde. It was an awfully large liver too, likely belonging to a horse or cow.**\n\n**Henryk have began poking his needle into one of the severed arm's veins, extracting the infected blood and depositing it into the emptied glass jar. He'd take as much as he could— he needed room for error to increase the odds of engineering the Antivenom.**\n\n**His eyes looked to Vierna, as he could tell she was utterly floored by what occurred.** \". . . Thank you.\" **He'd simply say.** \"That child would've likely entered shock and died during the sawing process. Your. . . _Magic_ managed to calm them and lower their heartbeat. That's what made the odds so much likelier that I can do this.\" **He would explain to the duchess.** \n\n\"I'm sorry this is what you've walked into— at least, I'm sure this was the farthest thing you expected to be a witness to.\" **Henryk would show some grief for the fair lady, apologetic she had to experience all this.** \"But, this is the reality of my work.\" **He would then solemnly add.**\n\n**He finished the extraction and moved towards the alchemy table.** \"I'm going to need to use some of my biomancy to make this work. This is beyond the realm of standard medicine— _this_ is medical arcana.\" **He would speak, gloving his hand, then proceeding to open the liver jar.**\n\n\"Utilizing this horse liver, I am going to infect it with the child's blood. Through that, I'll be stimulating the liver so it may filter and funnel the necessary chemicals I am looking for. From there, I will filter it through my alchemy station to purify what comes out. Essentially, I'll be forcing immunization within the liver so I may use the end product to cure the child.\""
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "Even distant from that dreary scene, she could do little but consider the child that waited, passed out with a limb lost. A grieving father with hesitation, that which she robbed from him with the simple draw of that alluring speech craft. There was guilt in her mind, a stain in her typically composed stature that would only further spoil by the sounds of needlework from the Doctor. Vierna wouldn't dare look at the amputated arm, nor most of the work Henryk interacted with. Instead, she'd be at some distance, a hand gently against her forehead as she recovered from her struggling breaths. \n\nIt would be Henryk's words that eventually caught some reaction, a brief side eye that looked to the busy Doctor. Thanks, was what she deserved? It all rushed too quickly for her, a contention in her life of the morality of such a magic she possessed. Free will, taken in a second. Even when it was needed, it still felt wrong. The Doctor's explanation seemed to stir some sense however, not enough to cheer her up though as she silently watched the man, in thought. \n\nThe reality of his work? Perhaps it painted a picture to the horrors of common life, of beasts that her gated life had best kept her away from. It was a humbling experience, albeit a terrifying one. As Henryk began to explain his work, a dismissive wave soon would be made as a gesture before speaking. - \"Not a moment to waste, you said, Doctor. Save the child. I care not for a lecture. Not.. Now.\" Finally, the Drow offered a verbal reply. It seemed blunt, emotionally driven yet commanding, the thoughts of that child clearly on her mind. There was a softness to it however, coming from a place of care that seemed to linger."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Of course.\" **Henryk would give a prompt nod, before removing the liver from the bottle. He began his preparations, setting his alchemy station up, putting tubes in the ducts and funnels of the liver in order to feed through the poisoned blood and extract the bile which is secreted.**\n\n**Henryk would take a breath, as he held the liver in his left hand, and began making a hand gesture with his right. He pointed to fingers up, thumb extended out, before placing it onto the liver. _Suddenly_ the liver began to spasm a bit, before beginning to move on its own, contracting and relaxing. A yellow hue rolled off the eyes of Henryk as he exercised his magical capabilities in this moment, showing the potential as a Biomancer.**\n\n\". . . Now to feed it the blood.\" **He took a syringe to extract blood from the jar, feeding it into the inputting tube which entered the liver. The organ would continue its various contractions— its purpose in the body was to cleanse toxins, and thus, Henryk would use his Biomancy to force the Liver to adapt.**\n\n**From the outputting tube, which was connected to the _sinusoid_ channels, this pinkish-red substance would pass through and into another jar. It was a slow, and painful process, leaving Vierna to just watch. When the bottle of extracted blood was emptied, _only_ about 1/4th of the same amount of liquid trickled out.**\n\n**He proceeded. Now he would siphon the extract and purify, running it through his alchemy station. The process wasn't worth explaining, but, essentially Henryk was separating the forcefully produced antibodies from the rest of the bile the liver produced— the liquid being made to forcefully breakdown and excrete the venom within the liver. The final product was about only an eighth, maybe less, or what the blood had been. All the impurities, and the venom changed into this mere vial of Antivenom— a solution which had a little chance of working.**\n\n**Henryk held the vial, a marooned substance. He looked at it with this look of doubt in his face.** \". . . This is _all_ that the arm could yield.\" **He simply said, there was a slight tone of wavering confidence. His face said it all, he needed more, but this was all they had.**\n\n**He would look to his supply cabinet, trying to think. A thousand thoughts going off. He clutched this small vial, trying to think on how they could produce more.**\n\n**Sweat visibly rolled down his face, as his hand would pass between bottles. There was a sense of desperation in the air, the Doctor was trying— he wanted to save this individual. Beyond that cold exterior was an individual with a gold heart.**\n\n**He needed some words of affirmation.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "Respecting the nod, the Noblewoman was left to observe the work that Henryk so proudly mentioned before. Eyes darting to the liver held up, the first showing of spasm causing her to wince ever briefly as the needle came and Henryk began his work. Tense, but the way the Doctor worked, a renewed confidence seemed clear with the temporary nurse. He was diligent, hard working and above all wouldn't stray from the dirty and depraved level that a Doctor must go through. A boy and his Father, likely impoverished and meaning very little to the more high status Doctors of her own Families' acquaintance. What this Half Human did was intriguing to her, still finding him quite the curiousity. \n\nFiltering through unnecessary bile, she watched as more and more of the strange liquid that came from that amputated arm lessened and lessened. The anti venom finally on display. To her, it just seemed like another concoction of a differing colour, but to Henryk it must have been what he needed. Relief as he held it, then a realisation staring over at Henryk's sudden shift in glance. \"Henryk..?\" - The growing silence of the man, the sudden urgency in his movements, it was clear something went awry. Vierna practically froze in her place as the Doctor rushed along through arrays of bottles without much guidance, leaving her just as much speechless save for the few desperate calls. \n\n\"Doctor..?\"\n\nThe rush of the Doctor only meant one thing, the facade of coldness presented typically on Henryk having been thrown away in desperate need to help this boy. All the weight of this task lay on his shoulders, a realisation that to his failure, a boy would die. In Vierna's place, she could see how such a weight could end up killing the man that strived for so much more. And here, she was expected to act as a Nurse to him. Or what, but a fearful Noble girl out of her depth and frozen as he panicks and looks for some solace to his issues? An Aspiring Duchess would never fall to such failings.\n\n\"..Doctor. Please... Henryk!\" - The voice of the formerly quiet Noble would rise, some adjustment in her step as she made a keen approach to the struggling man. A hand temporarily encroached upon his space, gripping upon that disheveled shoulder piece in hopes of grabbing his attention. A composure would find her, a heavy huff that followed as she hoped to look him deep in the eyes with her next flurry of words. - in no way rehearsed. \n\n.\n\n\"Henryk.. Relax, please. I know little of this trade, but the truth that your mind is rushing faster than you can think. Falling to the same weakness as that Father, Henryk, just relax.. I.. I can't help solve this issue, whatever it may be, but I know you'll never do so like this..\" \n\nA faint smile managed to find its way on her expression despite the situation, Vierna pushing herself hard to try and reassure the boggled mind of the Doctor. Enchantment, her skills and persuasions, all on keen display to settle the mind of the man that she acted as Nurse for. A desperate move, that nonetheless she needed to perform. - \n\n\"..I want to see the man who I spoke to, that week ago. Who preached for change, a desperate drive like no other that made me consider my own thoughts. Doctor Henryk, I need you to save this child. Let those doubts fade, cause I trust you.. Okay?\" Her words eventually eased, a reassuring nod going to Henryk as she awaited some way of reply. - there was no attempt to force his mind via Enchantment, just her own affirmations."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk listened over to her words, having a moment of pause as he would collect himself. He took a heavy breath and exhaled. His eyes briefly looked to meet with Vierna's before nodding, then looking back at his cabinet.** \". . . _Perhaps_ I can create more. If I had spare blood. . . I could potentially create more antibodies the child needs. . . I _need_ blood however.\" **He would collect a needle, holding it in thought. He pursed his lips, thinking. Normally one would infect an animal with a dosage of the poison to allow overtime immunization, but, he didn't have an animal, not time. He needed to speed the process up.**\n\n**He thought about using the regenerative salves he kept, but, he needed that blood— he never had anywhere cold enough to store blood bags. So, he drew himself to the most desperate of solutions.**\n\n**He would collect a strap and some needles. Taking another spare jar, he placed it onto the table. Taking that strap, he wrapped it around his bicep, tightening it. He'd wipe his arm with gauze, before preparing to draw his own blood in excess.** \n\n\". . . Forgive me for my foolishness.\" **He simply said before poking himself with the needle. He proceeded with the extraction, siphoning his _own_ blood and collecting it into the jar.**\n\n**The crimson pooled, it collected. He used himself as a source of blood. He _needed_ blood. He was his own livestock— he was his own cattle to use for Medical Arcana. The Doctor in a desperate attempt to save the boy would use his own blood to ensure the child's survival.**\n\n**He collected a _pint_ of his own blood. He would relinquish himself of the needle before bandaging himself. He left the dirtied needles out and held his jar of blood, bringing it to the alchemy table.**\n\n**He prepared a couple of things— mainly rearranging tubes and bottles. He was going to introduce what he managed to produce to his own blood and allow antibodies to be made— all this, coupled with the use of his arcana to speed the process. The involvement of magic, to him, lessened the odds of this working. He believed that some things needed to _naturally_ take course, but, that wasn't something he had the luxury of doing.**\n\n**Thus he commenced. The vial of marooned liquid would be introduced to the doctor's blood. He made a few hand signs, yellow arcana rolling from his eyes as he began the process.**\n\n**He would cast _Lesser Restoration_, the spell he needed in this instance, typically used to heal poisoned conditions. One of the chalk rings— a magic circle no doubt —drawn on the Alchemy Table would glow with yellow arcana— it seemed he had this all prepared in advanced. With _this_ he would artificially heighten the speed in which his own blood can adapt to the Drowner's toxin.**\n\n**The blood would then go through a synthesis process again, where the undesirables would be ejected and the desirables would be collected. He took a new jar— one more jar, as he collected his new solution. He had about half a pint worth of the marooned substance, now collected.**\n\n\". . . Lets go.\"\n\n**He would step onto the first step before wobbling a bit, leaning up against the staircase railing. He took a quick breath.** \"Ah— moved too fast. . .\" **He'd audibly say, clutching the railing, before taking another step.** \". . . That child, he _needs_ this.\" **He spoke with a voice of determination.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "It seemed her little speech had worked, her relief shown by that present smile as the Doctor began his more clear reasoning. Just like that, she would ease back to allow him to process it all, soon witnessing him pace along and find his much needed answers. Perhaps she found his methods rather radical, witnessing him tighten at his arm and take his own blood for the sake of the child. It stunned her, to say the least, his apology causing her to further pause with some faint reply. \n\n\"Shush.. There is no need.\" - Perhaps in hope to relieve any guilt, Vierna tried best to reassure him. A momentary wince caught briefly before she observed the the collection of a brand new anti venom - the result far more hopeful than the last that caught such a panic. The magic, the attempt, all seeming to tire the poor Captain that now lost a pint of his own blood, willingly. \n\nIt would be his urgency, the struggle noted by his wobble and lean that drove Vierna to act. The Drow, with slight hesitation, would guide herself to his side - trying best to support the weakened man that offered blood for the child. It was the least she could do, trying to help escort him along to the child's place. - \"I.. I know, Doctor.. He'll get it, from you. Not far, now.. I'll help.\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Step by step, up those stairs— the way up felt like it took minutes. The hallways having artificially grown longer in size within Henryk's mind as the pair approached the child and the father.**\n\n**The Doctor would present himself once again to the patient, setting his newly formed concoction on the side. He wordlessly took a needle, and began extraction, before looking to the child who was still sound asleep.**\n\n**He could've saved the arm, if he had the antivenom created before hand, with the appropriate monster glands in stock, he could've increased survival tenfold. A grievance of his that'll weigh on his mind for a long time.**\n\n**Now wasn't the time to feel regret. Now was a time to perform a miracle. He took the needle and injected the child with the solution, beginning the process of circulating the antivenom through their veins— to save him.**\n\n**The Doctor pulled the needle out from the skin and laid it aside. He stood back, and he simply waited.**\n\n**5 minutes passed.**\n\n**Then 10 minute.**\n\n**. . . Half an hour passed, with the Doctor standing there, unmoving, before finally the father shot his head up.**\n\n**The boy's hand twitched, before curling his fingers, holding his father's hand in his sleep.**\n\n**Hope would flood the father's face, as Henryk would shed a simple smile.**\n\n**A miracle.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "The climb of those steps seemed symbolic, the path to success often being a long one. A difficulty, with Vierna acting as assistant to remedy this stressful time. The Drow had no idea if this concoction would succeed, but she herself had placed that trust in Henryk. It was only a matter of time til she found out if her words helped with success or delusion. \n\nAs the moment came when the patients were seen once more, Vierna instinctively eased her support on Henryk. She knew he would want to appear confident, upright and without the support of an assistant - not appearing as just another client. The Drow kept a notable distance, witnessing the event in silence as she watched Henryk inject the boy, then the wait began..\n\nBoth doubt and trust collided as every minute passed, the sickly boy's silence heightening her fears through every moment. Still, that inkling of trust remained as she looked to Henryk's every motion. He seemed determined, needy for this treatment to succeed; a desire they both shared.\n\nAnd then, the Father's reaction, and the twitch of his son's hand. There was activity, a change in atmosphere as she watched Henryk's typically cold demeanor light up. Vierna too would share in that relief, a smile appearing on that stationary expression yet not desiring to offer complements just yet. - it was the Father that deserved the moment, of course, but if Henryk looked back he would see the Drow's relief just as much as his own."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"This is my thanks to you.\" **He simply said, depositing utensils for use. He would pick up his glass and take a sip out of it, not showing much of a reaction when drinking from it.**\n\n\"Don't drink that too fast. It's alcoholic. _Moonshine_ is what the common folk call it.\""
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "As that time passed, Vierna grew more and more comfortable with their desperate success, the safety of the child provided offering that sanctuary away from prior gloom. Naturally with the invitation to see the other slice of life found in this Doctor who typically hid himself away. A secret seemed a difficulty for the pair now, having seen eachother at their most vulnerable. \n\nA certain intrigue came with her inspections, a humble place that of course seemed ever so inferior to the Estates she had been used to. A lack of servants, or more suited in her case, slaves. Regardless, the Drow didn't seem to complain as she found some final comfort after that terrifying scene. The Doctor seemed terribly busy before, and finally he had his solace - now with present company. \n\nBefore Henryk had even begun preparing food, there would be a time where she inspected the variety of books, and rather slyly anything she could cheekily spot to loosen the cracks of Henryk's cold exterior. It all seemed simple enough, and for one with such gruesome work, those skeletons she doubted to find in public view. Eventually, she'd find her way to the Half wall where she watched Henryk busily sort his food. Treated to his own cuisine? Certainly a gracious offering for a Lady of her status, though perhaps the scene was far different. Not just for the sake of her title, but of the work she assisted with him. A collaborative effort, with equal reward. \n\nThe smell was something, far better than the odor of bodies below. If Henryk were to take a look in her direction, he would spot the look of amusal. - Was he being extra for her sake, she wondered? It was truly an item to gossip. \n\n.\n\nA casual gaze hovered over to the bottle and glasses presented, the jar a peculiar sight. It seemed this would be their drink, having to trust the man and his tastes. Judging by the lack of reaction, it all the more intrigued her. Too weak, or was he a grizzled man of this drink they call Moonshine? Not much comment yet, as Henryk's words found reply instead.\n\n\"Thanks, to me? All I did was talk, Henryk. It was you who solved it, in the end.\" A playful shrug soon followed, though this humble nature soon retreated as she offered humorously afterwards. - \"Though, I was rather convincing, hm?\" - A self pat on the back, all in playful jest as she then lowered her gaze to the glass of Moonshine. The name intrigued her, enough to place a hand at her glass and casually swirl it while in contemplation. \n\n\"The common folk call it that..? Blessed by Lunam herself, or something?\" - Her comment on the Goddess of the Moon, trying best to decipher its meaning before taking a sip herself."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Moonshine was typically made during night, beneath the moon's light. People in the country made this— believe it was something made in Gantrick by slaves, brewing alcohol beneath their slaver's noses. They'd pray to Lunam for protection, _and_ a good brew. The technique on how to brew moonshine eventually reached the ears of others, and I wanted to try myself.\" **Henryk explained.**\n\n**Sipping on the moonshin, it was a _stinky_ kinda booze. It was strong— it may catch Vierna off guard. It had a burn. A _good_ burn. It tasted sweet and fruity, like peach. It was smooth and went down the throat easily.** \n\n**The meat he cut was juicy— the butter and juices from the onions and garlic having soaked into the meat. Henryk took a piece from the cutting board and ate it. He chewed, enjoying its tenderness.** \n\n\"You used Enchantment Magic. You assisted in a way you knew how. So _again,_ I thank you. I think you've shown me enough. I see you for who you are, Vierna.\" **He would say, offering her a small smile.** \n\n\". . . I'm just. . . _Disappointed_ by the circumstances. Monster Hunters are expensive to purchase for their services. There are many monsters out there that have lethal toxins— some _far_ more lethal than what we dealt with today. However, I have that concoction I made. I have a small supply. . . _For now._ I'll need to get my hands on Necrophage glands eventually, I _know_ I can make a polyvalent solution that can cure multiple venoms. I'd just need—\" **He sighed.** \"Excuse me. I know we should be celebrating this small victory. Just can't help but ponder the _ifs_ and how I can engage this in the future.\" \n\n**The poor Doctor, still thinking on his next plan of action. Never seeming to take a break.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "Genuine curiousity seemed present on the Lady's expression, seeming to be right with the idea that Lunam had some influence. A tradition from Gantrickan slaves, oh how intriguing. There was some notion of how they were treated, perhaps the worst victims of the slaving trade yet. The topic seemed to pass her mind, a general acknowledgement of his explanation by a faint nod as she soon brought the glass to her nose. A quick sniff, and an almost instant reaction to his peculiar smellyness. Vierna seemed to looked back at Henryk in some surprise, at how casually he drunk it. A challenge in some ways, that brought her quickly to take a sip and face the heat! \n\nLifting her glass, the trickle of liquid entered her mouth only sparingly before the effect hit almost instantly. A burn, a shock to her senses that caused her to wince ever so suddenly. Fluttered lashes peered back to the Doctor, likely imagining his expectation of reaction as the taste was savoured and soon lingering. \"Mnh.. Gods, that's strong..\" - The glass would be set back down, almost a tinge of disbelief that Henryk made little in reaction. He must have been used to it, something the Drow seemed to struggle with at first. - \"You.. Can certainly handle your drink, Doctor Henryk.\"\n\n.\n\nA faint smile seemed keen, but rather quickly did the topic flow at the viewing and cut of meat that Henryk casually tasted. She had a utensil of her own, but choose to remain distracted by the conversation ahead. Talking, she seemed to enjoy that. His next words in particular were rather important to her, the reply to her casual remark. That smile was unique for Henryk, perhaps she was of the rare few to earn it but of course it would be met in earnest by one of her own. Her test seemed complete, was it approval from Henryk she just witnessed?\n\n\"Well, I'm glad for one that this day didn't end in total tragedy. You.. Seem to have clued into my magic fairly quickly, Doctor. Enchantment, indeed, is a tool gifted by my Family blood. Be it my own personal want for stories or not, but please do indulge my curiousity. Have you had previous run ins with this magic of mine, I wonder? Or are books your solace? I noted your collection, though some men in past I've met tend to boast a quantity yet never actually lay a finger on the words. For a Doctor, I imagine you must be different.\" - Intrigue, genuine curiousity seemed paramount as she mused about his collection and origin of Enchantment knowledge. \n\nRegarding his frustrations, she would allow him to finish before offering much reply - an understanding look that best befit the trained Noble. \n\n\"I.. I understand you, Henryk. Seeing.. That boy, Gods, to think there's worse out there. That mind of yours, your considerations, that's a tool that should never be dulled. Perhaps, though, you can allow a few moments of your time elsewhere? With this food you've so kindly created, and the company I hope you enjoy it with? The future is a topic the both of us must discuss regardless, if our agreement is more than just a hopeful speech?\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**He would make a sensible chuckle at her reaction to the drink.** \"Not as strong as Lazarothian wine, hm?\" **He would say, sippin' on his moonshine again.** \"It's a different sort of delicacy. I prefer your wine, frankly, but, I'm a self-made man. I wanted to see if I could make a pleasurable brew.\" \n\n**Glass now deposited on the island, he looked behind her to view the book collection.** \"I want to say I've read most of this— however this isn't my collection. It was my mentor's before he passed away.\" **He'd briefly explain to Vierna.** \"He taught me about magic, and I read my sum of it— Findara is a hotspot for arcane knowledge, so, identifying the arcane has become relatively easy for me.\" **He would avoid the topic somewhat, deflecting onto the idea he simply learned about the various magical arts. He didn't want to have to open _that_ can of worms.**\n\n\"So, suppose we can discuss our arrangements now. The future is at hand, yes?\" **Henryk would say, looking upon his cutting board. He took his fork and skewered a piece of that steak, placing it in his mouth, chewing then swallowing.**\n\n\"Lady Vierna, you and I, it's almost fated for us to have met. I suspect we're bound to continue working together in the future.\" **His eyes panned across his dwelling.** \"This place. . . It'll sell for a high price. I know so. I've had people trying to purchase this clinic for _years_ now— I wouldn't even be surprised if my taxation issues are do to the fact someone wishes to have this property in their name.\" \n\n**His eyes looked to Vierna.** \"So, what is it that _you_ see in the future between us?\" **He now asked.** \"You know my work. You know my ambition, and, you know my _needs._ I trust you have mutual feelings about our partnership, Vierna.\""
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "The Drow couldn't help but snicker back at that witty remark, a line she remembered uttering that long week ago. - It seemed a memorable one enough for recollection. \n\nRegardless, it seemed she found some dissapointment in the knowledge of her magics. No stray Bard that tricked him one night, nor a practice of it himself. There would be no show of it, however, instead a simple acknowledgement that soon brought her gaze to the collection of books once more. - \"Your Mentor's collection? My, you do have quite the hidden tale.\" Vierna simply acknowledged, spoken in her typical Noble flavour before moving along to the topic of business. As Henryk regarded selling his clinic, her gaze seemed to follow the stares of the Doctor, allowing him his flurry of words with little to interupt. The time to speak would soon be offered however, then of their future working together. Allowing the Doctor to savour his meal, Vierna would instead focus on her reply. - almost amused how Henryk worded that last collection of letters. \n\n\"I have found you one of the more.. Peculiar kinds, in my travels. A meeting by coincidence, an arrangement drafted almost.. Suddenly? It dawned on me with your desperation, if I were simply about to aid a man so crazed for opportunity to free himself from the hole in which he dug. Then, when you witnessed your failing to treat the boy, I saw something new from you. Helplessness, then determination.\" The Noble paused, wasting no time in watching the flicker of the Doctor's blueish gaze. Her words were business, a serious note as she collected her thoughts that meant more than a simple glass of Moonshine or a collection of books. A notable pause, that lingering of mystery as it felt like she was considering her next choice of words closely.\n\n.\n\n\"It made me consider what you could be with those resources you so lacked. A Half Human Doctor, performing miracles.\" - There would be another stop, almost like she were inspecting the Doctor shamelessly before her gaze peered away. Contemplation, a moment she had wanting to add more yet decided otherwise. Instead, a more subdued tone returning. - \"I wish to offer you a job. A Doctor, in my service. That, and an accompanying role as an Advisor of sorts. As a newly made Duchess with the goal of an outward view, I need such voices within my space.\" The offer was quite the formal one, Vierna looking him over as she would any on her mind before continuing. - \"Such a position will grant you the resources you so desire, the space aswell as those dearly in need for such service.\"\n\nA final thought came to mind, a tap at her chin as she eyed the Doctor again. - \"Know that this role will require your loyalty to me, and my cause. I need you to trust me with this, as much as I trust your own work as a force for good. Understand..?\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Vierna, you've managed to impress me today. When I told you to simply observe, you instead assisted me in an incredibly difficult task. The merit of your character befits that of a queen.\" **Henryk would tell Vierna.** \"I believe, Duchess, that it would be an honour to serve you.\" **The Doctor spoke thus.**\n\n\"However—\" **Here comes the caveat, the Doctor's conundrum.** \"—I know Lazaroth is a dangerous place for _me._ If I find the environment to be too hostile towards my likes to a degree that my life maybe threatened, _or_, if my work arrangements are _not_ to a certain standard, I will take my business elsewhere. I trust you, my lady, but I do not trust Lazaroth. Not yet, anyways. Is this a fair arrangement?\" **Henryk asked. He wanted to make sure his own safety was guaranteed in a unfamiliar land. He had trust in the Duchess, but, he knew his presence would largely be unwelcome. He was a foreigner, and a _human_ at that. He may have a noble's protection, but, he knows there'll be those who'll attempt to undermine his lady's word. A risk he is willing to take, so long as Vierna can provide for him resources and safety to the best of her abilities.**\n\n\"I will swear my loyalty to _you._ I will perform my duties in your name, I will perform _miracles_ in the name of Duchess Vierna Argith. I will be your Doctor, and Advisor to House Argith. Together, we will make Lazaroth— and the world —a _better_ place.\" **He rose his glass of moonshine towards her.**\n\n\"To a brighter future, Lady Vierna.\" **He would say, before knocking back the rest of his drink in a almost celebratory fashion.**\n\n**Setting his glass down, he would push out air from his lips.** \"Now then. . . Suppose the night is young, yes? Lets. . . _Chat._ I want to get to know my employer better.\"\n\n**Smooth Henryk, smooth.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "The flattery seemed well received, the mantra that **Befit a Queen** Particularly striking at her thoughts. A tinge of amusement, then consideration for her own need to speak with the very Matriarch of Lazaroth. Vierna imagined her appointment to the title would earn curious onlookers, especially her young liege. That passing thought soon dissipiated however, her exterior well kept with a smile. It would lessen eventually, a tone more serious as she listened in on the Doctor's valid means for complaint.\n\n\"One's welfare and treatment should always be their utmost concern. What good of a Duchess would I be if not to facilitate your work and health to the quality any Lazarothian would expect? I understand perfectly, and these are terms I will boldly manage. That is, if you can persist in the quality I too expect of you.\" - A notion of mutuality, it seemed Vierna wasn't too keen in a one sided gain. It seemed Henryk knew that, with his later words swearing such loyalties to her Noble person. \n\n.\n\n\"To a brighter future.\" - Vierna shared in his final words to her, a tinge of amusement found as she snickered with that raised glass of her own. Watching the man go for his drink in quick succession, a moments hesitation led her to linger on the glass she raised. More modestly, she would take a hefty sip instead of the whole lot - a wince that seemed to find quicker composure as she lowered her glass. \n\nThe talk of business slowly seemed to fade, now, a new side of Henryk seeming to sprout. The Drow caught onto his tone with subtle narrowed eyes, a playful scoff while she weathered the effects of that liquor. - \"Oh..? I wouldn't refuse the curiousity of a man who finds little time for events like this. Though, to ask of a Noble like me would surely extract some price, no?\" - Vierna offered her words, bending the idea of this chat into a game of her own making. - \"Every question I answer, you will indulge me with a curiousity of my own. A look into the employee ever curious of my Noble person. Agreed..?\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"I believe this trade is fair.\" **Henryk would nod his head in agreement to her terms— he suspected she was going to be asking some sensitive information, and he would do his best to not reveal too many skeletons in his closet— she will likely do the same.**\n\n**Henryk would stab his fork into another piece of the cut meat, sticking it into his mouth. He'd chew and swallow— ah, looks like he caught a fatty bit. He'd swallow it, though it was not entirely pleasant. Nobody likes grizzle.**\n\n**Henryk would now pose his own first question, something to sate his own curiosity.** \"Indulge me on House Argith. What is your family like?\" **He'd ask the Lazarothian— essentially wanting to know what her family was like, how they shaped her into the woman she was today.** \n\n**Henryk figured that by asking this, she would ask about his own family. He already prepared this story thousands of times over— he wouldn't lie, neither will he gives full details on his origins. Nobody will ever know that dark past. He could still remember those images burned into his mind. The bunny masks.**\n\n**He eyed her with those arctic blue eyes, an expectant gaze awaiting her response. He pondered if he'd meet the rest of her family, surely she'd wish for his services to extend to the rest of them as well.**\n\n**So long as his work is facilitated, and given proper care, he'll do the same.**\n\n**Henryk's hand passively went to his collar to open his dress shirt up a bit, undoing the top two buttons. The alcohol made him feel hot.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "Family. A topic, she so despised. Whether it were the cruel ancestral history of the Argith name, or the more current political bickering, there her travel and distance away seemed a solace. The question certainly stirred her thoughts, but not enough to crack her composed exterior as she considered her reply. \n\n\"That..- That has no simple answer. They're proud, I would say. Lazarothian in its purest and perhaps.. Most challenging form? Most of them wouldn't like you, I would say. Half Human and all, heh..\" There would be a moment of weakness, a brief consideration of her words that soon fluttered to a gaze into Henryk's Arctic blue. \n\n\"I spent most of my younger years away from them, I'm afraid. I tutored under the Royal Court, while my Mother and her siblings were.. Embroiled in their own issues. It seemed the line of succession wasn't so clear, the privilege offered to my Mother's older sister. Now, it's she who calls to me to take up the mantle. You'd like my Aunt, Lualice. She always was different from the others.\" The Drow would say, lost in thought momentarily before remembering their arrangement. Glad to move away from it, Vierna would defy expectations with that question of her own. \n\n\"Who was your mentor..?\" - The Noble offered in curiousity."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Dr. Lucius Eiher, a Sun Elf.\" **Henryk responded, looking beyond her and to his collection of books.** \"His daughter, Elena, and him were of a higher class, originating from Khisfire. Dr. Eiher studied the Virtuvian Sect of Alchemy, which involved teachings from both Healer and Poisoner schools of alchemy. Vitruvia, the Sect's founder, believed that people can be healed from donated parts of other living beings— that the deceased can heal the living. That form of healing Dr. Eiher learnt was then imparted onto me.\" **Henryk explained, playing with his fork as the pair spoke.** \"He's unfortunately passed away. Some sicknesses simply cannot be cured, I'm afraid.\" **He stopped playing with his fork for a moment, thinking upon the circumstances of how he died. A forbidden Biomancy. Magic even Henryk didn't know about. The Laws of Equivalent Exchange taken to a new height— one that cost his life.** \"He left me this clinic. Little did I know that this place turned out to be more of a _burden_ then a parting gift from a late mentor.\" **A sigh escaped his lips.** \n\n\"I suppose while we're on the topic of mentorship, who taught you your Enchantment Magic? It's evident how I practice my magic, but, I'm curious how you honed your skills. Lots of social engineering, I assume.\"\n\n**Magic, a good conversation for intellectuals.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "\"A Doctor, lost to a sickness he could never cure. A terrible fate, I'm.. Sorry that you had to deal with such a loss.\" The Drow wouldn't tread too far into that territory, a death was always a serious spot that couldn't totally be remedied by humour. The Noble seemed to allow him to ponder, enough for his next question: The topic of her magic.\n\nIt was more a refreshing theme for her, that much shown by that encouraging lean and casual raise of her hand. Almost on show, she allowed the trace of pinkish-purple magic to resonate from her fingertips; similar to when she tapped into the boy's memories. - \"This magic is innate to my Family, actually. Academies have been raised and lost in Lazaroth throughout my ancestor's lifetime, one in particular I had the privilege of honing such skills. Of course, my role in the court as a Lady in waiting certainly helped. A Noble in my station tends to do more talking than fighting, so it all fits rather keenly, I'd say. My preference.. Has always been talking, regardless.\" \n\nThe Enchantment flickered away, a purplish hue seeming to flare through her pupils before dissipating with a keen smirk. Her reply was short, not dragging the topic too far and simply decided to fling her next thought. \"Now, I mean to get somewhat personal here, Doctor. A Half Human, as far as the tales I've heard, tend to show off features of their shared race. The pointed ears of an Elf-\" The hand that formerly played with her magic traced over to her own pointed features. \"-The Orcish height or brawn, and such other things.. But I struggle to find that other part of you. It has long made me wonder what race you share your origin to..?\" A personal question indeed, and one with clear curiousity on her part. Vierna had leaned in by now, indulged long enough to enjoy this very conversation. It may be hard to shake her off it, infact."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Ah, I suspected this would be coming. You desire to unveil the mystery of my blood origin\" **Henryk would say, halfway amused as he made a slight chortle.** \"Not even Midelia knows that. I've not revealed _that_ secret to many. It's a. . . _Shame_ of mine, so to speak. My blood— I've done well to hide the demons. To tame these feelings evoked by my _other_ half.\" **Henryk looked at the meat, thinking about himself. His nature. The dark desires. He stabbed his fork into another piece of meat, lifting it up.** \"My mother was a Succubus.\" **He would simply say, observing the meat. He watched as the juices trickled down the fork, dripping off the base of the head and back onto the cutting board.** \"My father, Human— so I assume anyways.\" **His eyes shifted from the meat to Vierna.** \"I was an orphan. I don't know much else about my origin. They aren't my family. I may share blood with those two people, but _I don't care_ for them.\" **He placed the meat into his mouth, chewing, tasting its juices, admiring the tenderness of his product before swallowing.** \"They imparted me with curses— there are days I wish I hadn't been born, but, I choose to wrestle these demons. The carnal desires that come from my Concubus heritage. . . I exercise them through my work.\" \n\n**He would pause, deciding to not go any further. The alcohol had already sealed his lips enough. He didn't want to reveal much else— he didn't want to reveal his true familial origins. The bunny masks, the acts of macabre unity he witnessed. The over indulgence and excess which made his stomach twist. The trauma still existed. He was just a child.**\n\n**Duuna's shadow lingers over him.** \n\n**Henryk took a few moments, before letting out a hefty sigh.** \"Erm— Apologies. Didn't meant to self-loathe too much.\" **He would say, making a dismissive hand gesture.** \"So, what're your plans after today?\" **He would ask the Drow.** \"Where are you off to next?\" \n\n**His question now pined on the future.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "And it seemed the topic of Family were both a touchy subject for the pair, but his claim of being part Concubi seemed to surprise her the most. Out of all she imagined, part Succubi? It painted a new tale, his cold nature acting perhaps as some shield away from accusation? Then again, who would truly trust a Doctor that spent more time seducing than actually treating.. \n\nFor some she imagined in the mainland, there would be a tinge of fear in his existence. Long had she known Tiefling, Succubi and her own Kind to be dealt with in clear distrust. - But to Lazaroth, those kind were more than welcome. Strangely enough, some considered it a refuge. \n\n.\n\n\"..Really?\" - Vierna seemed more curious than anything, partly down to her own origins and of past experiences with such a kind. Rather humorously, she had plans set to meet with a Noble of that species. Partly cheating in their game of questions, the intrigue in his race was just too much for her to avoid offering her cent or two. \"I've known the mainland to be quite cruel to that kind, your kind. Truly, you provide your distractions well. I.. Could hardly tell you were of that kin. I won't pry any further, but know that Lazaroth hardly cares for that kind of presence. Your Half Human side, well.. Ehm, I'll.. Stop there.\" - Realising the cruel fate that beset a Half Human Half Incubi, Vierna could do little but awkwardly snicker at the thought. Thankfully Henryk offered a topic to move away from that thought, quickly. \n\n\"Hum, my plans? Heh, Gods, the topic returns but I plan to meet another in Findara. - West, I believe, to the province known as Hyburn. I will be meeting with the Duchess of that Land, The Lady Lilinore Greydark.\" - A formal meeting, but the thought continued as she quickly added. \"Heh, a Succubi, infact. It was my plan to introduce myself as early as I could. I have no intention of my image being played as some distant Duchess safely kept away by ocean. I suppose, as you're now considered an Advisor, that you would be allowed to accompany me. It is up to the Lady's approval, regardless.\"\n\nThe passing thought made her forget in asking another question, now closely considering Henryk's uses in such a meet. She had no intention in having another lead her talks, being very much that she had her own wit to help her in such an arrangement."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Hm, it sounds like a good first experience.\" **Henryk responded, nodding his head along to the prospect of joining Vierna on this journey to meet the Hyburn Duchess.** \"I'm a local of Findara after all— A _veteran_ too.\" **He would say, leaning against the bar table which the two have been feasting upon.**\n\n\"I'll have to discuss with the Master of Coin to sell this property. Having spare wealth always comes in handy, yes?\" **Henryk would make a visual sweep of the place once more.** \"I'll miss this clinic. It's been a place of many woes and happy memories for me.\" **He would say, softy sighing.**\n\n\"I suppose you don't have anywhere to sleep. I have a guest room if you'd like to occupy it for the eve. It'd be my honour to host a duchess for a night.\" **Henryk would say, making the offer to the lady. He figured it'd be better for her to stay here instead of having to spend coin on a room at an inn.**\n\n**Seems she forgot their little game. That's OK. It looks like the conversation was beginning to shift regardless of.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "\"An event, with likely the prying eyes of other gossiping Nobles. A friendly greeting, a sign of diplomacy but nothing more. I cannot make open declarations yet, not without drawing the potential ire of bickering opponents or even her Highness, the Queen. That Royal Communion at Alynthi is a breath of fresh air for catching attention, but a Duchess of both Lazaroth and Findara meeting? It is bound to catch look.\" Vierna offered perhaps more sternly, letting her thoughts flow out in conversation as she tuned into her political mind. A student of the Royal courts, a previous member of former gossips that lead to reputations either being enhanced or tarnished. However young she was as a Drow, she knew this landscape better than a battlefield or a Doctor's clinic. Her family were known for being ruthless, and however harsh this life would take her, those thoughts ever lingered at the back of her mind. \"I do expect you to look your best, aswell. There are tailors in my Family's employ that I can request a garb or two. Less.. Stressed Doctor look, preferably.\" A passing smile appeared in inspection, the new topic on selling this property.\n.\n\nThe Noble seemed fine enough with the prospect, though one individual came to mind. A hand gently traced at her soft chin, gaze soon narrowing while she made her thoughts known. - \"And.. What of Midelia? I heard you had partnered with her, though such a new arrangement.. I hope you'll atleast converse with her. Her caution with Lazaroth could certainly be a problem.\" \n\nThe offering of a room, and one that piqued some interest. It was certainly better than an Inn, indeed, and Henryk seemed the trustworthy type well enough. Of course, there imagined a brief thought of waking up with a knife at her throat, though the concept seemed to fade by the amount of words they had already exchanged. A momentary contemplation, that familiar pause to ponder which seemed to bring a faint acceptance. - \"I believe I may accept such a generous offer.\""
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Oh? Offering me new threads are we? Suppose I should look the part of your advisor, no?\" **He made a entertained chuckle.** \"Should I dress up with my own clothes for this occasion, or do you wish to take me back to Lazaroth before the meeting?\" \n\n\"I'll talk to Midelia. She isn't obligated to partake on this journey. If she wishes to continue our partnership, that is for her to decide. This is the path I choose to follow now, however.\" **Henryk would say, taking a deep breath as the plans began to weave like spider's web.**\n\n\"Okay. The guest room is _there._\" **Pointing to one of the doors.** \"The guest room is clean, I promise. New sheets and all. You'll find it to be cozy, I hope. Tomorrow I'll make you breakfast. . . I'm thinking of a _Khisfire_ traditional.\" **Henryk would say, briefly stroking his chin, before looking to the Duchess.** \"Do you enjoy spicy foods?\" **He would then ask— the prospect the Duchess might not be able to handle heat dawned on his mind.**"
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"author": "Lady Vierna Argith",
"message": "\"Naturally.\" The Drow offered simply, casually imagining the man in a more traditional Lazarothian garb with that tinge of a smirk. One's image was everything in her position as a leader, asymmetry being a weakness. \"Regarding the meet with the Duchess, I would say.. Wear the fanciest of your own collection. It would do good to see a more local garb accompanying me, an image of cooperation for the Hyburn Duchess to witness. In Lazaroth of course, new fabrics will suit you better.\" Vierna reasoned, a valid belief as she hummed a thought or two. \n\nThe topic of Midelia would earn Henryk a nod, Vierna seeing the drive that brought the man to her - Likely one of the best opportunities the Doctor could latch to, despite the risk. It did cause her to consider Midelia's position, if isolation were to be her fate or a willingness to follow. The shy facade, the goals that she still couldn't decipher, a matter that seemed to cling to her mind.\n\nEventually her gaze followed Henryk's point, to the door of the supposed guest room. That tinge of amusement followed as Henryk promised cleanliness, a certainty she likely trusted given how relaxed she seemed in such a place. The topic of breakfast seemed to surprise her most of all, earning the true bundle of generousity from perhaps a man desiring her favour enough to keep employment. It was a thought she teased. - \"Keeping your employer satisfied, I see? A clever man, you are.\" A simple snicker, then the topic of Khisfiran cuisine. The Drow certainly paused, that taste not as foreign to her as one may expect. A challenge, she imagined, one she encouraged him to take. - \"Your Mentor's influence, hm? I've been to such a place before, Khisfire, and indulged in their cuisine before. Very well.. If you can help me relive those memories, then I would be most impressed with you, Doctor. Consider it a challenge, hm?\" Vierna offered playfully, a soft smile eyeing the Half Human."
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"I maybe a Doctor, but, I'm sure in another life I was a master of cuisine.\" **Henryk said with complete confidence.** \"Hopefully I don't scorch your mouth in the process.\" **He then added, a husk chuckle escaping his mouth.**\n\n\"Now then, I'll clean up. You're free to peruse my book collection or turn in early. I'm going to go check on the patient downstairs to see if everything is fine.\" \n\n**Henryk collected the cutting board, dirty utensils, and used cups.** \". . . It was a pleasure having you here, Lady Vierna. I hope we can do this again soon.\" **He would offer her a slight smile. He didn't want to admit it, but, Vierna managed to buy some of his affection. He was in a good mood, presently.**\n\n**He would collect his dishes and place them in a wash bucket. He'd have to go to his nearest water access to clean these dishes up. Despite his position of renown, he still had to partake in peasant duties, such as washing the dishes.**\n\n\"I'll be upstairs later.\" \n\n**With that, he would pick up his wash bucket filled with dishes and head downstairs.**\n\n**The next morning,**\n\n**Henryk woke up early— it was essentially dawn by the time he had awoken. Vierna, presumably still asleep, wouldn't hear Henryk leave his room. He had his duties to attend to early, especially considering the fact he is still observing the boy until his recovery could be completed.**\n\n**Henryk threw a dress shirt on and his checkered slacks. Putting his shoes on, he stepped out of his room. He was rather underdressed this morning, neglecting to put his sleeveless suit vest on.**\n\n**Henryk would head downstairs, to the reception, where he'd proceed to flip the sign on his door to _open._ He stayed outside for a bit, taking his pipe and stuffing tobacco into it. Igniting it with a match, he began smoking. He drew the smoke in, allowing it to sit in his mouth for a moment before exhaling. The air was chilly today— it's always chilly in the mornings. He'd simply admire the outside today.**\n\n**He would think about days when he was excited to enter this clinic. Eager to learn and practice. Now he eyes this abode with stress. Property taxes, the dwindling amount of supplies he has— he is too generous of a person to request payment from his patients, it hurts his business.**\n\n**Soon that'll change.**\n\n**He looked up to the window where Vierna should be sleeping at. He would ponder thoughts of her. She is his greatest blessing these days, a chance to take his medicine to new heights. He could feel greatness at the tip of his fingers. Last night he could already sleep and began writing plans down. Projects which he desired to launch with the Duchess.**\n\n**_With_ the Duchess.**\n\n**He shook his head, quickly disregarding invasive thoughts. He was no longer alone in these endeavours. There were others assisting him. After being alone, desiring to be forgotten, he found Midelia and Vierna, people who elevated his ambition and gave him. . . _Hope._ Determination. He felt his purpose was enhanced with them around.**\n\n**Henryk took a pause in his thoughts. Did he really want to impress the Duchess and his peer that badly?**\n\n**He would dismiss these thoughts also and focus on smoking.**\n\n**But he can't help but wonder, how long has he been wrestling these trials on his own?**\n\n**His thoughts would soon be interrupted as someone approached his clinic. . .**\n\n**Henryk would watch with his icy blue eyes, watching the gentleman draw closer. To describe the doctor briefly, he was a gentleman with dark hair, gaunt features, pale skin, and was relatively thin himself. He would twist his body to look to our newcomer, watching them limp over.**\n\n**Well, so much for a quiet morning. He would dump the ashes from his smoke pipe, stepping on the smouldering tobacco, putting the fire out. He would take a few steps over to the person in question before, in an almost invasive manner, slid under their shoulder to provide some support.**\n\n\"You look worse for ware.\" **Henryk would comment as he helped the gentleman walk.** \"Try not to apply too much pressure to that leg. Lets walk and talk.\"\n\n**Henryk would swing his clinic door open, helping this stranger inside. Brushing past the lobby area, they entered the clinic where a series of beds and blinds for privacy would be found. In the foreground a father with his son— a recent amputee, had been sleeping still as it was early in the morning.**\n\n**He made the man sit down.** \"Give me an elaboration. Where are you hurt, and are your symptoms, and _how_ did you receive your injury?\" **Henryk asked, getting straight to the point.** \"Most importantly, your name. I'm Doctor Henryk, and I'll be the one providing care for you today.\" \n\n**Henryk seemed like a business first kind of gentleman, carrying this cold and dominant persona. He was very meticulous, very focused, which these traits leant him to being a excellent doctor.**\n\n**In his mind he was already thinking of his procedures. Seems like a leg injury along with looking like a dehydrated sponge. He noticed those extra cuts and bruises, something he could easily handle. He'll think about collecting disinfectants, bandages, and some thread to sew the more serious wounds together. As for the leg, he'd also think about apply bandages along with applying a crutch to relieve some pressure.**\n\n**Yes, he had it pretty down as to what he'll do. Shame Midelia wasn't here yet.**\n\n\"I see.\" **The Doctor nodded his head to Arel's explanation.** \"Okay, Arel, let me tell you my step process as to what I'll be doing.\" \n\n**Henryk would visibly put on his black leathered gloves, as he was going to be touching Arel's wounds— didn't want to get more bacteria in them.** \". . . With the amount of cuts you've sustained, there's a chance you've might've missed a few cuts. I'm going to ask you disrobe for me.\" **The Doctor asked, as he would pull the curtains to give the pair some privacy.** \"I'll provide clean clothes, you can keep any undergarments on, I just need to be able to view all your injuries in full detail. Wounds inflicted by wolves are _no_ laughing matter.\" \n\n**The Doctor would leave Arel for a moment, passing through the curtain to retrieve some instruments. He would return with a metal tray with a few items. A vial of a pinkish-red substance, an injection needle, a regular suture needle, thread, a vial with disinfectants, balls of cotton, and bandages.**\n\n**He set the items on the stand near the bed Arel was placed onto.** \"I'll provide spare clothes once we're done. I'm going to begin with your cuts. I'll start by disinfecting the wounds, then I'll proceed to close them shut. Afterwards, I'll be giving you an injection of one of my alchemical tinctures. It'll help speed up the healing process, however it'll make you hungrier. I'll provide you with some rations to sate your hunger, so worry not.\" **He gave a brief overview of what his course of action was.**\n\n\"Afterwards, I'll deal with your ankle. I'll look it over and see what I can do. Depending on the degree of damage, I'll apply a suitable remedy.\" **He would, again, briefly explain.**\n\n\"Now then. Lets begin.\"\n\n**He'd apply the disinfectant to a cotton ball before beginning to apply it to one of Arel's wounds. It's gunna sting, the disinfectant seeping into the wound to clean out any foreign bacteria in order to eliminate the chance of infection.** \n\n**While Henryk would clean, he'd begin to speak— he wasn't making small talk of course, he was going to extrapolate what he can from this patient.**\n\n\"I'll have you know I believe in Doctor-Patient confidentiality. _That_ being said, I must ask. Where do you come from?\" **Henryk asked.** \"Why were you traveling alone through the Findara wilderness?\" **He would ask in addition.**\n\n**He wanted to understand this individual. Looking over their meek figure, it looked like they needed to be fed a goddamn meal. Henryk could identify Arel's various muscle insertions— and that was _not_ a compliment. He felt Arel needed to put a bit more weight on, a healthier one anyways. He was thinning out, becoming a ghost of himself as it would seem. However his icy blue eyes did wander to those locks of hair. Beautiful silvery head of hair, however it was somewhat matted, dirty even. But, Henryk could still identify beauty beneath the faults— a diamond in the rough.**\n\n**Henryk would set aside the first cotton ball, preparing another one for a different wound. He didn't want any potential cross contamination to occur, so he would use these cotton balls generously upon each of Arel's wounds.**\n\n**The Doctor was diligent, his touch upon Arel's form wasn't harsh— no, it was a gentle yet firm one. A hand of certainty which carried a necessary competence in this line of work. Henryk was a man that was sharp like a scalpel, anybody could identify this.**\n\n**Once he finished up cleaning Arel's wounds, he would move onto the next step. Sewing the wounds shut.**\n\n\"This'll generally be painless. If you have any complaints, do tell me. Okay?\" **Henryk spoke before beginning the sewing process next.**\n\n**Henryk began the sewing process. The threads were thin— it was as though the doctor was manipulating piano wire, and with incredible dexterity at that. This was _not_ his first rodeo, that is for certain. The process was generally painless, save for the slight discomforting pinch, but it was manageable.**\n\n\"Gantrick, is that right? You wouldn't be the first from Gantrick I've treated.\" **He left out the circumstances as to why he treated people from there, but, it was pretty obvious. He treated slaves who managed to escape.** \"You'll find Findara is a place of many opportunities. One of the many bastions of the free world.\" **Henryk spoke, but, the way he said it sounded hollow. Like he didn't actually feel very fondly of Findara. He had his own grievances with the place, but, his woes don't compare to that of people trying to escape indentured servitude.**\n\n**Henryk finished sewing, cutting the thread. The wounds would be shut thanks to these threads, making the process to heal faster.**\n\n**Now came the injection. He would proceed to prepare it, but not yet give it to the patient.** \"This is what I refer to as \"Salamander's Regrowth\". It'll hasten the healing process. I typically use this for when someone has experienced flesh wounds or damage to organs.\" **He gave a brief overview of what it does.** \"As I stated before, you _will_ feel hungrier as the regeneration process is sped up. It may feel discomforting— in fact, symptoms range to abdominal pains due to hunger symptoms. _However_ I will feed you and help subdue the hunger. Is that understood?\" **The Doctor asked.**\n\n\"And of course, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask them.\""
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"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "```3 Days. 3 days that's what would be ringing through Midelia's mind as she makes her way back to Henryk's clinic her last stay there put Midelia at edge in an uncomfortable position. Forced to decide basically, between leaving behind the new friendships she made or going with them to a foreign land occupied by elves. It was all a bit strange for the fae, her bark head looking at the stone pavement as her barken feet would step over them in a fast but unorganized fashion, almost tripping over her feet on several occasions, for once Midelia wouldn't care that eyes would be on her exiquisite visage no no. Her mind was somewhere else, formulating a response to what Vierna the oh so clever drow and Henryk her partner in medicine had thought of. Her movement would randomly speed up and slow down here and there as her autumn-leaves that can be considered her hair would move behind her in an almost surreal fashion, the bright red and orange of the leaves complementing the darker brownish bark that is the dryad's skin.```\n\n\n**Halfway there. Halfway there...**\n\n```Would exit her mouth as she mutters it to herself in her own faeish language, playing with her own hands as she wiggles her fingers around each other. Midelia would in this rare moment decide to go for more public streets and roads, usually going for the more secluded alleyways. The forest spirit would go along the main streets and markets. Being quite a rare sight providing many drunkards an other look at their bottle and for those not in an alcoholic state provide them with the exterior of a fabled forest spirit, a forest spirit that was quite large in size rising over the crowd in nearly any occasion Midelia would pay it all no mind. Her thoughts hazy her feelings of uncertainty and perhaps even slight abandonment being paramount. Eventually the fae would arrive standing still before the door for just that moment longer than needed, her arm would move to grab the door open yet it would jerk back occasionally but finally she would pull open the door. Announcing her arrival.```\n\n**G-greetings Hen-henryk i have retured from my e-ehm break?**\n\n\n```With that she would close the door behind her and slightly bend over looking down on Henryk ( or looking around for him. ) As her hair falls over her shoulders nearly hitting the ground, her body-stance would be one of uncertainty that much can be told.```"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk would appear from the area he kept his patients, wiping off some sweat from his brow as he'd acknowledge Midelia with a slight smile.** \"Welcome back. Hope your days off were OK.\" **Henryk would speak. He seemed in a good mood today— seems some events have transpired to prompt this change in demeanour from cold to lightened.**\n\n\"We have a few things to discuss— Vierna came for a visit. We had a rather traumatic case on our hands and she assisted me greatly, and for that, I have made my decision to accompany back in Lazaroth as both Doctor and Advisor to the Duchess.\" **He would briefly explain to Midelia.** \"Vierna left me to discuss further details with you and our work arrangement. Based off what you tell me, it will decide to fate of this very clinic itself.\" **He would tell the Dryad, but, he spoke of it in a lighter tone— not a cold and dramatic one. It was as though the clinic's fate was somewhat secondary to him.**\n\n\"First— Lets get you settled in. How was your days off, Midelia?\" **He asked her, giving her the curtesy to talk about her time away, and also to articulate the fact Henryk has made this major decision recently.**\n\n**The Doctor moved with a sense of grace and with somewhat of a weightlessness— it's like some burdens have been lifted off his shoulders. Was the prospect of giving all this away really that uplifting?**"
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"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "```The fae-spirit would wait for a moment as she expect Henryk to pop in from somewhere in his clinic. Her jade eyes would confirm the fact as a slight smile shows on her face, followrd by a slight bow as a sign of greeting before the tall and slim dryad straightens her bark out and towers over the room again. Her arms would be behind her in her usual more reclusive fashion but it was clear that she has at least opened up to Henryk a little bit. Albeit her smile might be the only way to go off on that notion for now.```\n\n**I-it was good, sp-spending time in sol-solitary nature always refreshes the mind.**\n\n```The good mood of the doctor would be a surprise to the fae but a welcome one to be sure, she would listen intensively on the words leaving his dry red lips. Was the dryad hearing this right? Was there no moss in here ears, or the equivalent of ears for a fae. No, it was the truth Vierna had managed to do it and convince Henryk to go with her to Lazaroth. A truly strange and rather dissapointing concept to autumn-spirit, kne she wasn't truly certain on how to respond to.```\n\n**F-for the rest i didn't do much out of the ordinary fo-for one such as myself.**\n\n```Deciding to focus on his more light-hearted question with a simple response of her own, one that simply blurted out of her mouth as her mind works on a concoction of words to respond to the Vierna issue. The question clearly put the leaf-haired dryad in an uncomfortable place, now she had to suddenly decide if things go well or bad.```\n\n**And Vierna couldn't be here herself right now?**\n\n```With that the fae hoped to have bought herself just a few more moments of time as she allows herself to continue brainstorming on the subject, the fate of this partnership and this little apothecary is at hand. And perhaps the fate of a friendship.```"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"Vierna left for Lazaroth ahead of time. She's got some business to attend too.\" **Henryk responded.** \"...And she had a rather _dramatic_ day here.\" **He would add.** \"She assisted me with a limb removal. A child was inflicted with a powerful venom, the arm which the wound was left upon had entered necrosis. It was thanks to her the child didn't enter shock when I removed the limb— she's a proficient Enchantress.\" **Henryk would say, walking along with Midelia as he returned to preparing his things for another days work.**\n\n\"So, when she asked me to become her Advisor, and her Doctor, I felt like I couldn't refuse— that if I let this opportunity run by me, I'd be in this same _hole_ for years longer. That's why I've decided to take my chances in Lazaroth, to see if I can make my dreams a reality with the Duchess backing me.\" \n\n**The Doctor paused, before looking to Midelia.** \"I won't insist that you join me. It'd be appreciated, _but_, I think I already know what you'll say. So I can offer you this instead... How about _you_ take over this clinic?\" **Henryk would suddenly ask Midelia.** \"I'll assist you from abroad, enlighten you to my research and new medications, and you can continue work here in Findara. That way our partnership won't end, and, people can continue to receive care _here._\" **Is what the Doctor would propose.** \"Alternatively, I'll have to sell this clinic. I'd have to arrange an appointment with the Treasurer, discuss pricing... Then this place will become just another shop. One less clinic.\" **Henryk spoke with a hint of sadness in his tone.**\n\n\"I know it's a lot.\" **He would then say.** \"I understand if you wish to refuse. This is still _my_ clinic, at the end of the day. I'd still pay the taxes on it, supply you with what you need. I'd just need someone to man the ship. You are not obligated to me, Midelia, so the choice is yours.\" \n\n**The Halfling paused in his arrangements to listen to what Midelia had to say to this bombardment of information.**"
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"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "Would begin only to end in a much more uncertain stuttering manner, her jade eyes would meet Henryk's as she stares at him for a response.```"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Seems the oldest trick in the book worked.**\n\n**Escalate into a nearly-impossible demand, and allow for the other to deescalate to something more reasonable. This'll do just fine— having Midelia join him into the Lazarothian Kingdom will yield great things.**\n\n**He would smile at her, this thankful gaze that she decided to join him. He would then speak his mind.** \"Of course, Midelia. I'm happy you've decided to join me.\" **The normally _cold_ and uncaring Doctor would show a sign of appreciation towards her.** \"It's actually a blessing you _do_ join me, as it'll make part of my projects easier to handle.\" **He would explain, settling his work tools aside for the instance.**\n\n\"I've compiled some _blueprints_ for Lady Vierna. A detailed plan on how we will launch this project of ours to create readily available medication. Part of _phase one_ is establishing a garden. Not a small one— a large one that'll be tended to by workers and then harvested for medicinal purposes. If you are to join me, then, I would like to impart this onto you, as your the person I trust most when it comes to plants and traditional medication.\" \n\n**The Doctor would be admitting something hefty— normally someone whose rather independent in his work, he would allow himself to trust Midelia with this effort. He felt she was the right person for the job, and that she would assist him in yielding many great results.** \n\n\"I have so much more to share— but, first, I just want to know what you're thinking.\" **Henryk would say.** \"We _are_ partners after all, no? If you have any concerns, please voice them.\""
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"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "```Midelia would be uncertain about her decision to go with the closed off human and the smug drow, but it had become far too late to back down now the fae had no choice anynore. Neither would the curiosity inside of her allow Midelia to back off on her decision, she had never even heard of Lazaroth before she met a drow ages before Henryk and probably even Vierna were born. Since then that was it, she hasn't seen or learned anything more about Lazaroth outside the most basic of stereotypes. At least it's nature won't be too alien to her she hopes.```\n\n**I-i don't know much ab-about Lazaroth nor its people outside the most base of ste-stereotypes so this will be strange.**\n\n```She would be rather nervous that much would be obvious about her body language, her legs moving her around as she waddles through the room almost like she is holding a phone conversation and just moving around bored. Her hands would be behind her back holding each other tightly as her leaf- hair swings around with quite some motion.```\n\n**A-ah leaving the tree with taking care of the garden? I-i definitely didn't see that one coming...**\n\n```With a bit of sarcasm Midelia woukd respond.```\n\n**I-i will do so but in my own more respectful manner to nat-nature's gift.**\n\n```Her voice would have returned to normalcy as her jade eyes finally lock onto Henryk's eyes as the far thinks for a moment, thinking for a response.```\n\n**I-i don't have much more ou-outside us being careful, Vi-Vierna is a noble and w-we will work with her... Wh-while i don't deal with city dweller the-their issues i and mo-most likely you are well aware of the vile games the ari- aristocracy plays w-with each other i suggest we remain carefull.**"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "\"I didn't know you were capable of sarcasm, Midelia.\" **Henryk shot back with a tease of his own.** \"I don't expect you to do this on your own, you're simply the best person equipped the knowledge to handle the task. In my project outline, I have the intention of hiring workers to tend the garden. You'll have extra hands onboard to assist in your herbalist duties.\" **Henryk had spoke, making the promise to her she isn't alone.** \n\n\"I don't intend on you having to deal with the Aristocracy of Lazaroth. Leave that to Vierna to handle. We have our own things to deal with.\" **The Doctor had his sights settle on one thing. The expansion of medicine, and the decreased need for Biomancers. A mage of that field is a novelty, but, they are so scarce that producing medicine everyone can use and educate the populace on how to utilize it will greatly improve the quality of life for everyone. He will ensure that this knowledge is widespread, and not locked to Lazaroth. He will write books, and he send the manuscripts to the other kingdoms to make sure his work isn't lost upon the world population.**\n\n\"We'll begin packing tomorrow, and we'll visit Lazaroth. If the work conditions are not met there, and we find that working with Vierna is a mistake, we are always allowed to walk out her doors and take out business elsewhere. I have judged the merit of her character. She is a cunning person, but her intent is pure. I believe in her.\""
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"author": "Midelia Protunshast",
"message": "**I-i am capable of many things.**\n\n```A slight smile would follow as the fae steadies herself looking at the human infront of her. She would listen intently at what he had to say, in reality the offer of more people bothered the introverted dryad. Why would she a creature of nature need help in maintaining well nature, she has kept her eye on large forests filled with life on her own. A little farm won't be an issue, help will only annoy Midelia and force her out of her comfort zone even more.```\n\n**N-no need to promise more hands, i ca-can handle a garden on my own th-that is very and always has been par-part of my duties. O-on much larger scales.**\n\n```The fae would turn around in a rapid motion as her leaves make quite the loud rustling noise, she would look over the rest of the room as she continues her conversation with the doctor. Her voice would be an unnatural calm, while the stutter would still be there it wouldn't hold the usual uncertainty and shyness Henryk would have grown accustomed to.```\n\n**E-even if her intent is pure, i-i and i hope yo-you will keep an eye on my ou-our backs. No-noble blood bri-brings unwanted dangers.**\n\n```A sigh would follow as she glares back at Henryk for a moment, her jade eyes meeting his.``` \n\n**I-i have nothing to pack, i will await y-you to be ready then we shall travel.**"
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"author": "caleb.gui",
"message": "**Henryk would nod, then share Midelia a smile.**\n\n\"Thank you. If you feel the need to leave, do not hesitate to let me know how you feel. I care about my projects, but, I also care about our wellbeing.\"\n\n**Collecting his things, he would let out a prompt sigh.** \"Okay. Let's get to work.\"\n\n**With that, Henryk would get back to his usual functions, with much to consider as he had moved along, beginning to help people. He would turn his head over, before using his head to motion Midelia to follow along.** \"Come on now, no time to dawdle!\" **He'd exclaim, as he continued along.**\n\n**Soon, they'll be graced with a new day. Henryk couldn't help but feel eager to see what was ahead. House Argith. He hoped he'd do well to keep the Duchess's favor. He understood that the dynamic of his life will soon change— but he kept his thoughts in-line. He was there to serve Vierna for one reason. To help the people of Lucidien.**\n\n**Scene.**"
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"author": "Kelleon Rezz Wealbrig",
"message": "It amazed Kelleon that despite the house being full of people, there was barely a sound to be heard within its walls. Dinner last night was the worst of it because everyone ate in dreadful silence, even the sound of cutlery against a plate carried no enthusiasm.\n\n They were graveyards that showed more life than this house, and Kelleon decided he would not suffer its haunting nature for another night. \n\n So when evening arrived Kelleon departed his home without announcing it, he did not care enough to at this point. Though his stride down the streets was calm the winds blew against his cloak making it seem as though he was racing to his next destination. It was partly true, he was eager to meet with the only other person who might grasp what he was dealing with. \n\n An old friend whom he more than owed a visit. \n\n His walk led him to the City square, which was still quite alive despite the moon's presence in the sky. Though he knew the beauty of the tavern at night Kelleon wished for a more calm and personal meeting with his friend. \n\n The City Square offered restaurants with private balconies to overlook the square, they were perfect for solitude, so he walked into the one he was most familiar with, greeting the attendee there with a curt nod as he passed, then called to a servant he recognized from an earlier visit.\n\n\"I require two things from you, lad. Firstly, please arrange a balcony table with the finest wine you have, and secondly, have someone look out for Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine. You know her, yes?\" The man nodded. \"Good, she should be passing through here in a moment, have her brought to me, aye?\" \n\n Kelleon slipped him a silver and walked past him to the stairway. A few seconds later someone else came and led him to a small balcony lit up by gemstones strung together by a cord. \n\n He took his seat and looked out to the square where a lady sat by the fountain playing the lute, filling the air with a sweet song. It was a lovely night, and he would not even have known it if he had stayed in that house."
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"author": "Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine",
"message": "Home. A place of sanctuary, of relaxation, and of utter comfort. But similar to Lord Kelleon Wealbrig, home had become a source of drowning for Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine. Somehow the desolate, hushed halls shifted into suffocation, and the paintings that lined the walls were punishment for the memory. It was torture for the mind that desperately sought distraction. However, Fenrielle was bound to her home and her home was bound to her. She served as the last of the Elsinaine legacy and it has become her destiny to restore her family's name to glory, despite how truly painful the responsibility was. While there was a part of her that unrelenting to such a destiny and desired nothing more the freedom she had long ago, there existed a larger part of her that needed the fulfillment of undoing what she failed to do for her father; in a way, she felt as if she *Owed* Him this, this duty to grasp the Elsinaine name from the ashes and rebirth into a dazzling phoenix, however impossible that might seem... So, Fenrielle had accepted this maddening suffering that *Home* Inflicted upon her. \n\n*She knew she deserved it.* \n\n⋆｡° ✮\n\nStill, the Noblewoman would jump at the chance of an invitation to escape home. Travel provided a paradise, albeit fleeting as she knew what awaited her but, a paradise nonetheless. There were many locations across the continent that Fenrielle delighted in, however, none compared to the magic of Findara's capital city. Ardunon was a lively and diverse environment that was so unlike any other settlement that she had come across. Regardless of the season or the temperament of politics, the people of Ardunon never faltered in the pure joy that they radiated. Dancers, artists, and other varieties of performers filled the streets to spread the merriment; travelers and natives alike soothed at the sight of the imaginative spectacles. Due to her Noble legacy being tied to Damerel, Fenrielle relished in the luxury of roaming the streets and not being recognized; she would only appear to be a richer woman with the two guards that tailed closely behind her. As the sunset shifted into dusk, Fenrielle captured the spirited sight of Ardunon's nightlife and then, entered the restaurant. \n\n\"Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine,\" A man greeted her, \"It is a pleasure to host you here. Please, follow me. Lord Kelleon is waiting for you.\" \n\n\n⋆｡° ✮\n\nWith a simple nod, the Noblewoman followed the man through the restaurant and to the spiral staircase. As she ascended the stairs, her mind rummaged for a way to properly speak with Kelleon now... Now that he had lost his brother. Fenrielle was hardly an expert healer of her own grief and she knew that she would be unable to impart any words of wisdom; though when she truly reflected upon it, nobody in grief wanted *Wisdom.* They wanted normalcy, or any close semblance of it. At least, that was all Fenrielle ever wanted. So perhaps, she wouldn't address the elephant in the room at all and perhaps, she could provide that normalcy for Kelleon. \n\nUpon reaching the balcony, Fenrille was greeted with yet another magical view of Findara. Momentarily, her icy gaze remained glued with the way the stars speckled the dusky night sky and how the moon nestled perfectly between the far peaks of Hyburn; she always had a special connection with the celestial bodies and sometimes, it was hard to ignore.\n\n\"Lord Kelleon,\" The man spoke up and broke Fenrielle from her trance, \"Lady Elsinaine as requested. A server shall be with you shortly.\" With a bow, the man backed away and disappeared down the spiral staircase. The Noblewoman stepped forward and offered Kelleon a bow before she moved to join him at the table. While her features remained stoic and neutral, there was happiness deep within her to be reunited with a friend. \n\n⋆｡° ✮\n\n\"Lord Kelleon, what a lovely spot you have selected for our evening and...\" Fenrielle trailed off as she leaned over the balcony to gaze upon the woman who played the lute below, \"Well. Ardunon never fails to impress. Does it?\" Her long, pearly white tresses moved gently with the caress of the breeze as she continued to marvel at the sight of the streets below. After a moment she pushed herself away from the balcony and gave her attention to the Nobleman. \n\n\"Have you dined here before?\" She asked while her hands smoothed creases of her cerulean gown; the material made of silk and tulle that delivered a flowy, airy type of look to her dress."
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"author": "Kelleon Rezz Wealbrig",
"message": "Kelleon responded in kind, he stood from his seat and bowed respectfully to Lady Fenrielle. It had been a while since he had seen her, at least up close, he did catch a glimpse of her at a ball over a month ago or so, but he was bound to his mother's side that night as she tried to, without shame nor his opinion, sell him out to one of the more esteemed nobles who were attending the ball. It was a moment he would rather wipe clean from his mind. \n\n Still, despite the length of time between their meets, her beauty had never once faded, in fact beneath the moon's glow Fenrielle seemed to have some ethereal glow about her, as though Lunam herself was admiring her from above. He decided it was simply an after-effect of her being a Celestial Sorceress beneath a night sky that was crowded with the brightest of stars. \n\n He also felt it would be rude to compliment her given that she has most likely been receiving compliments from many suitors who believe her current situation to be their best chance of her even thinking of marriage alliances. \n\n It was a crude thought process that. One he knew was far too common amongst their peers. So, instead, he gave Fenrielle a smile. \"We need no titles amongst ourselves, Fenrielle. I have suffered too many days with that weight on my shoulders already, and besides, it is not as if we haven't known each other since... Gods.\" He took a moment to reconcile before continuing. \"I feel we have grown a tad too fast, and now the world is showing us its more wicked hand.\"\n\nHe shrugged and followed Fenrielle to the railing, leaning against it to stare at the square below before answering her question. \"I have dined here before. Brakteon brought us here when he was still a knight of the order, he treated all of us to dinner and had the place emptied just so we could be ourselves without prying eyes. I admit the thought crossed my mind, but I believe the balcony suffices, and I do not wish to rob anyone of a good dinner. Speaking of which.\"\n\n Kelleon reached back and grabbed the wine and glasses off the table. He used a claw to effortlessly uncork the bottle, then poured the wine into her glass before filling his. \"It's their best make, not because it is strong per se, but rather because it's sweet.\" He took a sip and sighed as memories washed over him, he remembered the nights out with his band before they disbanded.\n\n \"Anyways, tell me Fenrielle, how have you been? And where is Orion? I thought you two were attached to the hip?\""
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"author": "Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine",
"message": "\"Of course,\" Fenrielle nodded at the Nobleman, \"Sometimes it is difficult to remember who you can and cannot take off the mask with, Kelleon.\" A smile still couldn't be brought to her features though. So perhaps, the mask never completely came off; even in the company of a close friend. Nonetheless, there was a sense of ease that filled the air as Fenrielle's shoulders dropped and her frame leaned more comfortably upon the railing. As Kelleon spoke, her eyes glanced between the beastwalker's face and the scene below the balcony, finding tranquility in each. She didn't allow her neutral expression to flicker into another emotion once Brakteon was mentioned. After all, her goal was to establish a sense of normalcy, not linger upon the grief of a lost one. The wounds of Brakteon's death were still fresh and while she admired Kelleon's ability to have such a strong face, she knew full well what it was like to hold up a facade; and she also knew how that facade would be broken with a few simple words. No need for painful reminders. However, it seemed the reminder that this restaurant held in Kelleon's memory was something filled with warmth and delight. While Fenrielle never had such memories with her own family, she still found herself filled with joy for her friend. Nonetheless, the topic shifted to the dinner ahead when the man rotated around to provide the wine for the night. \n\n⋆｡° ✮\n\n\"Thank you, Kelleon,\" Fenrielle took a small sip and nodded, \"Sweet, indeed. But it matches my tastes perfectly well,\" She paused to debate whether a response to his memories with Brakteon were appropriate and once decided, she resumed, \"Orion? Oh, I did question whether to allow him to accompany me or not. However, he made up my mind for me. When the carriage was readied and I called him to join me, he scampered back inside and tucked himself around Orilaia's leg...\" A fleeting smile drifted upon her features at the mention of Orion's behavior and then, it disappeared. She took another sip of her wine and pushed herself gently away from the railing, moving to take a seat at the table insead. \n\n\"So, the journey over here ended up being rather uneventful without Orion. I believe when winter finally fades and spring blossoms, he becomes restless to explore the woods surrounding our home. He always returns home to sleep with me at night so, I have no qualms about it. Regardless, he is happy to be out the house after a *Long* Winter and I am happy to be... Well, I am happy to be in the capital again. It's refreshing; the people, the merriment, and *Everything.* I plan to see the Princess during my time here as well, might as well take care of some necessary business. What about you, any other plans in Ardunon while you're here?\""
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"author": "Kelleon Rezz Wealbrig",
"message": "Kelleon listened attentively to Fenrielle and her explanation of Orion's absence brought a small smile. He never had a pet of his own, he didn't know why exactly but nobody felt the need to have one, as wolf shifters they never needed trackers, and they have always been more than enough at home to help with companionship. \n\n Though sometimes Kelleon did wish he had a pet, someone he could talk to without getting a meaningful response. \n\n The comment of the capital bringing Fenrielle joy made him feel a sense of accomplishment, a change of scenery often helped the mind relax and distracted it from more seemingly pressing issues. The same was said of alcohol, but Kelleon did not feel like drinking any more than he had already in the past weeks. \n\n There were probably enough empty bottles lying about the house to restock a bar.\n\nWhen Fenrielle wrapped up with a question as to what Kelleon planned to do in Ardunon he didn't have a direct answer, mostly because it was up in the air for the time being. \n\n Aside from managing the Estate, and ensuring his sister didn't kill some fool who thought he could court her, his job at home was more of a message boy, which was getting old and annoying fast. \n\n \"I do not know anymore, Fenrielle. As you have an idea, unfortunately, the death of a family member is not something that blows over in a week, especially in a case as complicated as Brakteon's. As of now, I am helping my sister into her position as next head of the house the best I can... But something has caught my attention.\"\n\n Before he can explain the curtain is pulled aside and a waiter comes through balancing two trays of fine food in each hand. She placed them down, curtsied, and was gone before either of them had a moment to thank her. \n\n \"Dinner has been served quicker than expected,\" Kelleon said as he gestured to the chair, and as they sat Kelleon continued. \"You are versed in magical artifacts, both from here and beyond the borders, right?\" He did not await an answer, instead, he asked a pending question. \"What do you know of my family's swords? The Brightmoon Blades. Is there a chance you have heard of anything similar outside of Findara?\""
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"author": "Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine",
"message": "Before Fenrielle could respond to Kelleon's laments about his family situation, a sizzling dish of fine food was placed in front of her. Her icy gaze curiously peeked at plate to inspect the food presented, which consisted of a variety of roasted vegetables and delicately sliced meat; with a few sniffs, she could identify the meat as quail. It would certainly be a fulfilling meal after a long trip, even if the woman would mostly enjoy the vegetables over the roasted bird. Far too famished for formalities, Fenrille swiped up her fork and laid the cloth napkin in her lap so that she may begin to eat. As she lifted up with a piece of mushroom with her fork, her attention settled upon Kelleon when he continued to speak. The Elf chewed thoughtfully while she pondered over his question. Yes, she was no novice when it came to magical artifacts across Lucidien; she had spent a majority of her life studying and hunting down such things as a means to collect funds for her failing Noble house. And as not only an expert in this topic but a close friend of the Wealbrig family, she was familiar with the Brightmoon Blades. Perhaps not as familiar as someone *From* The Wealbrig family but enough so that she could catch herself up to speed on Kelleon's possible intentions. After all, last she heard about those blades was that only two remained and the last one... Faded into fables and myths. So, did he intend to shake away those legends and discover the location of the last Brightmoon Blade? Fenrielle nearly smiled. Now, *That* Sounded exciting. \n\n⋆｡° ✮\n\nAfter she swallowed her bite of mushroom and dabbed her mouth with the cloth napkin, she spoke, \"I am familiar with the Brightmoon Blades, yes. I recall retellings from your family and additionally, the swords are lightly mentioned in a book I read long ago; *Lost to Lucidien: A Collection of Mythic Relics.* But, not much information is provided about the Brightmoon Blades there. It is mysterious yet intriguing all the same. Nonetheless, there are similar swords that I have collected myself throughout my travels and, some I have read about too. Yet, none are the *Last* Brightmoon Blade themselves. For example, a blacksmith in Kara-Tur made a trio of celestial blades called 'The Sky's Saviors.' Made specifically for a trio of brothers who fought in a war many, many centuries ago. It is said the blades, when together, had unimaginable power. Yet, similar to the Brightmoon Blades, the Sky's Saviors have been lost to time; not even a single blade recovered and preserved. Somewhat of a myth nowadays. Nonetheless, is there a reason why you inquire about the Brightmoon Blades, Kelleon?\" \n\nNot keen upon ceasing her feasting completely for conversation, Fenrielle took another stab at the vegetables and continued to eat while she waited for Kelleon to respond."
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"author": "Kelleon Rezz Wealbrig",
"message": "Kelleon listened to Fenrielle intensely, his food all but forgotten as she went into small detail about the other mythic-like blades such as his family's Brightmoon Blades. He pondered on that for a moment, was there a chance that his family swords were often mistaken for others? There was nothing inherently amazing about their swords, unlike the many he had heard about, such as the one Brakteon faced in Lazaroth that could change shape. \n\n But there was the glow, the deep eerie blue glow. He decided it could not be mistaken for another. It was simply, like these Sky Saviors, lost. But what was lost could be found, many secrets were unearthed, some even by the lady sitting before him who had done her part in bringing light to ancient pieces of this world. He had none of her skills, only his small time exploring could be a measure of hers, but that did not deter him as much as it should. \n\n His thoughts were halted when he heard Fenrielle's question, it was a valid one, and if it were anyone else he would have waved the question off, however, she was the closest he could confide in besides his family, so he answered.\n\n \"We're not in good shape, Fenrielle, the estate I mean... But the family as well. Brakteon's matter has far too many glass shards scattered around, and trying to piece it together is a nightmare in a nightmare. Killed on Lazaroth grounds, his body unrecovered, his killer vanished, his vengeance undone, his honor forfeit... Knights knock on our door demanding our response, demanding revenge, and we cannot give a proper response other than the common mourning excuse.\"\n\nHe sighed and leaned his chin on his knuckles, pausing for a brief moment before continuing. \"The swords are a symbol, they represent the Wealbrigs, the Wolf Knights of Findara, and now one of us is dead. He might have disowned himself but he still spoke his name when facing opponents, and he still spoke his name when doing good... He could have completed his quest and returned home a champion, he could have become the Matron, gotten married to another house and maybe moved up our rank, taught the next generation of knights for the good of the Kingdom... And now he is dead.\" \n\n Kelleon paused again, as though repeating the fact made it more and more solid in his mind. \n\n \"Nobody will pick the sword, not Father, nor Sister, nor me. I cannot use that sword, and so we must wait till one of the others grows strong enough to carry it. But while we wait, while we heal, we lose credibility and status. Even now my Sister takes note of the weariness of our squires. With the third sword, there's a chance at regaining our position as an impenetrable House of Findara.\" He chuckled dryly and turned away to the outstretching sight of the city. \"Can you imagine? Rather than mourning my brother, I have delved into politics... Isn't that a horrid thing.\""
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"author": "Lady Fenrielle Elsinaine",
"message": "Fenrielle noticeably softened while Kelleon elaborated upon his deepest grievances. It wasn't an easy sight to behold—witnessing one of her closest friends crumble to the impossible weight that nobility placed on an individual. Though not only could Fenrielle sympathize but, she could utterly relate to such misery. She recalled the agonizing days after her father had excused himself from this world and how she barely had a moment to properly grieve; she was immediately ushered into the head of house position and answers were demanded by those affected by her father's death. So perhaps for the first time in a *Long* Time, Fenrielle displayed her emotions for Kelleon; a somber frown and a pair of sorrowful eyes. Her appetite had quickly dissipated and now, food was hardly at the forefront of her mind. She hardly even realized that she had dropped her fork and abandoned all hope of clearing the dish of fine food in front of her. The Noblewoman was fully intent on hearing Kelleon bare his heart out about everything that has built over the last few months, and how that pain had been crushing his soul. Oddly enough though, she could almost smile. The way the man spoke of his brother in such a loving and honorable manner was truly uplifting, as unique as that was to feel at the moment. But still, through all this angst, there was a flame of inspiration that sparked within Fenrielle; a flame whose warmth she hadn't felt in ages...\n\n\"Kelleon...\" She spoke as he paused but, not with the intention to say anything. It was almost as a comfort; a way to say 'I am listening and, I care'. As the Nobleman doubled down about his faith in the last Brightmoon Blade, the inspiration within Fenrielle became even more blazing with passion. It was as if she suddenly struck with a purpose and while she had purposes herself, there was none that made her feel this alive. Albeit, Fenrielle *Did* Delight in mystery and adventure so that contributed to this intense feeling. \n\n⋆｡° ✮\n\n\"Kelleon,\" This time, she intended to say something of value, \"I don't believe you intend to retrieve the last Brightmoon Blade purely because of politics. You have faith in this sword for far more than simply restoring your family's position as a respectable house in Findara. I understand what this sword means to you. *Personally.* And what this sword might've meant to Brakteon. Kelleon I... I want to help you find the last Brightmoon Blade. I want to help you, Brakteon, and all of your family. Like I said, this is not simply politics. This is... Healing. And with everything you and your family have endured lately, I want to help provide this healing for you all. Now, Kelleon, will you be brave with me and retrieve this damn blade?\""
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "Upon the quiet morning of the rising sun, where trees sway at the natural winds that pass through the soft and gentle leaves of green. Amidst the abundance of a magic filled land, a young fellow would be sleeping till the morning light have reached the optical lenses of his enchanted mask. Marking him to wake up from his tireless rest and slumber. Though peaceful was his sleep, the memories and dreams of madness still lingers. Yet, it was somewhat comforting. A feeling of relief that the God of Madness have imparted his chaotic influence upon his mind. Both a blessing and a curse that will forever remain eternally.\n\nHe would rise up from where he is and looked around to an open clearing with clean water nearby, stationed in a grove, the young man would slowly look upon the small pond to look upon his reflection. Seeing the porcelain face of an aviary face, Lorenzo would slowly take it off to reveal who he truly was; a demonic monster. Eyes protruding in his cheeks and near his hairline at the top of his forehead, scars seemingly so deep that one could see his very flesh pulsating from blood flow, and finally pupils so green and dark they resemble that of a demon itself.\n\n\"**....**\"\n\nSetting aside his mask, he would slowly start taking deep breaths while gently closing his eyes. Even if the memories of pain and agony replays in his head like a neverending mixtape, he would remain composed in the midst of his own insanity. Resisting the call of Madness. And thus, he would start to meditate. \n\nSpirits of the dead began to appear around Lorenzo as he does, floating and encircling around him gently as if they were dancing. Wild creatures, preyed hunters, all of them were seemingly motionless but vigilant as they watched him take a moment of respite."
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"author": "maddyishere",
"message": "The mothfolk known as Vhun had set out to the forest, as she was prone to doing. Such a place was, after all, a cornucopia of plants and barks that made fine dyes. It was far better to make her own dyes, the woman thought, than to pay someone else to make them. Certainly some other pigments could make richer colors, but for the average garment that wasn't important. Besides, it gave her something to do on days when she had little work.\n\nAs such, the mothfolk had found herself in grove, her basket laden with flowers, a few mushrooms, and a selection of tree barks. It had been a successful foraging trip, Vhun thought, and she was quite pleased with this. There would be plenty of money to be saved with these, and she was quite excited to experiment with a few new colors. Given this excitement, Vhun's attention was squarely focused on the contents of said basket, head tilted down toward it. She wasn't all too focused on where she was, and was simply walking. There was no reason to pay all too much attention, given that she knew these woods rather well.\n\nShe didn't notice Lawrence, at least not as first. The sound of... Something... In the area brought her out of her thoughts, the mothfolk stopping at the edge of the forest. Ah. Something was wrong here, she could tell that based on the appearance of this person. However, she wasn't sure if he had seen her. Perhaps it was best to simply give it a moment.\n\nIn appearance, Vhun was a rather odd looking woman. She stood at 5'9 and despite being bipedal, looked more insectoid than humanoid. Her eyes were large and bulbous, and were dark black and pupilless. Her skin was a dark gray, nearly black, cut only by an almost triangular section of white fur-hair across her face that spanned from antennae to nearly her mouthparts. Though they couldn't be seen, given the angle, a pair of large wings sprouted from her shoulders. She wore a long sleeved white shirt over her torso, this being covered by a periwinkle cloak with silver embroidery on the collar. Her legs were covered by a pair of black slacks and black boots."
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"author": "kyutefluffboi",
"message": "Hidden from the mortal eyes of the mothfolk, the dead spirits of the forest would hide amongst the leaves and branches. Silently watching the woman traverse the clearing. Seeing that she has seen their master, they went to the shadows and into the clear pond right in front of him. Alerting him with dark whispers of an intruder. \n\nUpon hearing the report, the dark robed man would immediately make a loud and powerful clap. The area seemingly got cold as the spirits were quickly faded under his command. Reaching towards his porcelain aviary mask, he placed it upon his face and wore it once more. Wearing the hood to cover his head, the man stood up from his place and turn around to meet the mothfolk who had come to the peaceful grove.\n\nLorenzo wore a hooded black robes with a roguish aesthetic onto it that fairly states that he is either a dark sorcerer or an alchemist. While his porcelain mask has depictions to that of a crow. Wearing leather black gloves and battered brown boots. To his side is a book with stitches, seemingly made out of various skins and tissues. It seemed to be moving as it inhales and contracts. Finally is a jaded figured skull amulet upon his chest, seemingly glowing and humming with dark energies.\n\nThe robed man took a brief moment to analyze Vhun, after which he would speak in a deep and malevolent voice. Having a pitch and tone similar to that of a demon's. \"**Good day. What brings you here in these woods? Here to purchase poisonous concoctions or healing remedies? I have a wide variety of goods to sell. Mostly potion related. **\"\n\nLike any other alchemists around, he would show off a more friendly and business minded behavior. Not only wil he be able to study the personality of the individual before him, but judge whether or not she is a danger to him. \"**Perhaps a mothfolk such as yourself want a jar of honey? I still have a supply of it. Fresh from these forest woods.**\""
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"author": "maddyishere",
"message": "As the robed man clapped, Vhun noticeably jumped. He was trying to startle her, it seemed, which she found to be strange. He was the sort to enjoy dramatics, it seemed. The mothfolk wasn't fond of those sorts, but it seemed she had come upon one despite this. Her arms moved to fold behind her back, the woman slowly advancing on him. She wasn't going to show her apprehension. That would be stupid.\n\nIf her face had been capable of showing any emotion, it would have shown nothing save for pure confusion. Why would she be here to shop? What kind of business owner would position themselves out in the middle of nowhere? Not a good one, it seemed, nor a trustworthy one. Though her head did not move, her gaze had settled on that book. That was strange. So was his garb. She wasn't going to question it though. It wasn't worth the paper or the damage to her sanity.\n\nWhen she spoke, she spoke in Ivathi. The mothfolk doubted he would understand, but it was worth a shot. She accompanied her words by an exaggerated shake of her head.\n\n\"No. I have no need.\"\n\nThe honey was somewhat enticing, however, but she found its proximity to poisons to be somewhat questionable. She gave a nod after the shake of her head. Hopefully he'd interpret this correctly, or at least that she was interested in the second option. It would, of course, depend on the price, but she didn't think it would be all too expensive. It was just honey, after all."
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "Since he is not mothfolk himself, Lawrence couldn't understand a thing that she said. Making him a little confused and somewhat concerned about the given scenario. After all, it seems as though there's a language barrier. However, it seems as though Vhun had understand his words. And as such, made the alchemist breathe a sigh of relief. He would soon head to one of the brushries for a brief moment before coming out with a riduculously large backpack seemingly three times his size. Easily the backpack of a goliath's. But it seems as though the robed man doesn't even have any trouble carrying it.\n\nIn hand was a jar of honey, perfectly clean and sanitized as it sparkles upon the gentle glow of the sun. Coming closer to Vhun, he would present to her. And upon close inspection, he would actually have a fragrant smell of sweet milk and flowers. For someone who looks so glomy and evil looking, it seems as though he smells like a fresh fruit. \"**A jar of honey only cost 1 silver coin. It is usually 2 silver coins but I have a surplus at the moment.**\"\n\nLawrence would now await the response of the mothfolk before him, seemingly analyzing every part of her body. To be fair, he was both curious and interested in the anatomical structure of the mothfolk. And surely enough, his curious eyes is hidden upon the porcelain mask that hides the somewhat questionable gaze."
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"author": "maddyishere",
"message": "Oh good. He couldn't understand. That meant that she could say whatever she wanted without being understood. Saying whatever she felt wasn't a particularly nice thing to do, Vhun knew, but it still was fun. Plenty of people made the assumption that she couldn't understood them, and she was more than familiar with the cruel comments that came from that. It was only fair that she do the same once, of course, she verified that she couldn't be understood.\n\nVhun took a step back as Lawrence came closer. It wasn't meant to be rude by any means, rather she liked to keep a few feet of distance between herself and strangers. People sometimes treated her with disrespect based on how she looked, or felt as if they were entitled to touch her wings or other parts of her. She didn't want that today.\n\nThe mothfolk nodded, reaching her lower hand down into her purse to pull out a few coins. Her basket still hung from her other lower arm, and her two upper arms were pulled in tight to her sides. Once a coin was produced, the woman took a step closer to him, holding the coin out in a four-fingered hand.\n\n\"Here.\"\n\nOnce more she spoke in Ivathi, her tone high-pitched and friendly. She could have said anything, but she thought she may as well speak a word that was short and sounded pleasant."
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "Lawrence would slowly take the single piece of silver coin from Vhun's fingers and gave the jar of honey to her with a bit of care and security in its delivery to her. If she would touch it, the glass is so clean that it is actually slippery and can easily be slipped off from her grasp. As such, the alchemist was supporting it by using his hand as a platform underneath it. \"**I thank you for your patronage. But please, do be careful. The glass is slippery. Do you have hair follicles at the top of your fingertips to support a firm grasp?**\"\n\nMenacing, deep, malevolent, and demonic his voice is, there was actually a tone of respect and kindness to it. Whether or not it was evident, he seemed to be slightly concerned and curious on how Vhun would carry such an item. \"**I had read that some of the mothfolk have small mandible-like grips on their fingers. Though unfortunately, I don't have the luxury of understanding the language of your people. It is simply too complex to analyze the pronounciations, diction, tones, and overall mood of each word.**\"\n\nPresumably that Vhun has now a firm grasp on it, the robed individual would slowly move away his hand out of underneath the jar. \"**It is a good thing that you are able to understand the Common language. And for that, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lawrence. Lawrence Silvermoore. Practitioner of the Uncorrupted Dark Arts of Necromancy. I am also a travelling alchemist. Nice to meet you.**\""
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"author": "maddyishere",
"message": "The mothfolk didn't reply, given the strange and somewhat intrusive nature of the question. She was fairly certain she did not. Instead, she pulled her hands back, then flexing her fingers to show that she, could, in fact, simply grip the jar. After this somewhat condescending gesture, the woman simply chose to place one hand flat beneath the jar, the other wrapping around it. The jar of honey was quickly deposited back into her bag, those lower hands then setting back to rummage in her bag. It was time to find her cards.\n\nIf Vhun could have rolled her eyes, she most certainly would have. Instead, as he continued to speak about her hands and her language, she simply extended her upper left hand for him to see. Mandibles, he called them? That was the wrong word, she knew, but she wasn't petty enough to correct him. Certainly not, Vhun thought. Her hand was, to all appearances, unimpressive. It possessed three fingers and a thumb, and no nails to speak of. Perhaps the most interesting feature was hue, this being the same charcoal gray as the rest of her, and the thin layer of downy fuzz that covered her skin.\n\nIt was time to communicate, the mothfolk decided, as he continued to speak. Those were a lot of words to say something that could be said with relatively few. He didn't speak Ivathi. She hadn't expected him to, even if it was somewhat disappointing. Vhun's mandibles, though they were difficult to see, moved lightly as she thought. \n\nSlowly, Vhun lifted her lower hands from her bag, lifting with them a set of worn slips of parchment. She proceeded to shuffle through them, clearly looking for a specific few.\n\n*Nice to meet you.*\n\nThis was displayed for a moment, the writing being in a neat, if not slightly loopy, handwritten script.\n\n*My name is Vhun.*\n\nA pause, as if she was debating, and then shuffling.\n\n*I am a seamstress.*\n\nShe thought she may as well provide her own occupation, given that he'd stated his. Lawrence. That was a nice name. She'd never met anyone named Lawrence before. Or anyone that was a necromancer, for that matter. There was a first time for everything."
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "\"**I see, a weaver of tapestry.**\" Lorenzo would look around. For a moment, he would stand there in silence, staying very still as if he was concentrating. The man was trying to find some old bones in the wilderness around him to see if there are any big and strong enough skeletal remains to make chairs made out of bones. Though unfortunately, there were none. As they have already been buried and grinded deep in the earth.\n\nAfter that awkward pause and silence, he would speak once more as if nothing happened. \"**Nice to meet you. Tell me Vhun, why are you around these woods? Are you searching for raw materials for craft?**\" The robed individual slightly tilted his head in curiosity, as if he was mimicking the behavior of a confused puppy. Or that of a curious bird since his mask depicts that of one. Though no one really knows what kind of race he is underneath that rougish attire of his.\n\n\n\"**Also, have you written those parchments on your own? Although convinient, I sense that they have limited vocabulary of the Common Language. Given that the parchments are of course limited as well.**\""
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"author": "maddyishere",
"message": "Not really, Vhun thought, but if he wanted to believe that, that was fine. She'd attempted a tapestry in her time and it had gone exceptionally poorly. It wasn't that she didn't know how to embroider—she certainly did— but she just wasn't good at large scale things. She wasn't good at arranging subject matter in a way that looked good, even if technically her work was sound. The mothfolk didn't reply to the first question, though she did perk up at the second. Yes. That was accurate. The moth nodded, shifting her basket forward to show off the plants within. \n\nAnother nod. He really liked to talk, Vhun thought. What exactly did he think she gained by hearing his commentary on her cards?\n\n*I understand your language.*\n\nShe did have a book, Vhun knew, she could write if need be, but she simply didn't want to. It didn't take a genius to see that she had a limited number of cards. Despite this, she thought she may as well throw him a bone.\n\n*Yes.*\n\nThe mothfolk then gestured to him, and presented another card.\n\n*What are you doing?*\n\nShe hoped that this wasn't meant to be rude, and she was just curious. What was he doing out in these woods?"
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"author": "kyutefluffboi",
"message": "\"**That answer is quite simple. I am simply meditating.**\" Lawrence would look behind and walked away for a moment. Taking a few steps away from Vhun before turning his attention towards her once more. \"**As you may know, Necromancy is banned by the Order of the Mage Hand by its heretical nature of defiling the sanctity of the dead as well as defiling the divine creation of the gods. Not only that, but the users of it are extremely... How do I say this...**\" \n\nSince technically he is a necromancer himself, he has to find the perfect answer inside that scrambled mind of his. Though it would be a miracle to make any lick of sense to one who has touched utter madness and insanity. \"**... Fanatic. I on the other hand, am in perfect control of my power, and my mind. Magic in itself is a pure construct, it can be manipulated to become good or evil depending on the representations of it. I am afraid that I am one of the few necromancers who truly understand the concept it tries to entail.**\"\n\nWith one clap, the souls of the damned began to rise. Though it wasn't the soul of mortal beings, instead, it was one of nature. Those who had recently passed in this grove even though there were no signs of death or corpses.\n\nThere were a few deers and a stag. Birds of various species, both great and small. And finally, small critters that lay about around the forest. All of them appearing in a blueish-tinted glow. \"**Although indeed heretical, to those who truly seek and understand the concept of Necromancy is to understand the balance between life and death. It is not merely manipulating the dead. No, it is manipulating the soul itself.**\"\n\nWith another clap, all of them vanished. Slowly fading off into the realm of the dead once more. \"**A true Necromancer understands this delicate balance. But it is up to the magic user itself whether or not he would represent it in the name of good or evil.**\"\n\n\"**Though, I recommend not encountering necromancers. They are always hostile.**\""
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"author": "maddyishere",
"message": "Vhun nodded along as he spoke, unsure what she'd said to set him off on this explanation. Maybe he was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to about his beliefs, or he had misinterpreted her polite conversation as intense interest. She'd just have to wait and see, she thought. It wasn't like she was going to cut him off. He seemed like he needed to say something.\n\nThe mothfolk continued her repetitive nodding as he continued talking. People who had \"Perfect control\" Of their abilities didn't typically feel the need to inform others as such. She was fairly certain that this person wasn't all too sane, or that this person had some serious problems. Slowly, the woman took a step back, all four hands clasping in front of her frame. This posture lasted for only a moment, the woman's hands then moving to tuck her cards back in her bag, pulling out a small book and charcoal stick in their place.\n\nDid he not understand that the issue most had with necromancy was not the magic, but rather the use of the dead? That was the issue. Most would be rather upset at the idea of anyone using their deceased loved ones corpse for anything at all. It didn't matter if the magic was light or dark. It was that it required the use of a dead person. Vhun set to writing.\n\n*Why are you telling me this? How do you know that I am on your side?*\n\nThis felt like a safe answer, at least one that would make him stop."
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"author": "kyutefluffboi",
"message": "For a moment, Lawrence would stand in silence. Contemplating on the question given to him. So much so that he placed a hand upon his the chin of his porcelain mask, to which he began to slowly make small steps toward Vhun. On the dark and void lenses of the mask's eyes, there was a sickly green glow emitting from it. It was demonic in nature, and staring straight through the mothfolk as if he was looking right through her very soul.\n\n\"**I don't know. Probably because if I were any other Necromancer, you would've been dead by now.**\" \n\nThe tone of his demonic voice was rather expressionless and void of any diction. Seemingly empty and neutral, expressing somewhat an ominous and deathly presence to it. \"**Probably because I'm lonely. Or simply because madness takes a toll on a cursed mortal like me. Only Elutharius knows what's going on inside this mind of mine. Since both Madness and I have... History with each other.**\"\n\nTaking a deep sigh, he would put his hands behind his back and fixed his posture. Standing straight and simply looked behind once more to gaze upon nature's beauty. For a moment, he would remove his porcelain mask. To which his voice gained a dramatic overall change, unlike earlier which his voice was that of a demon, now it was comparable to that of an angel.\n\nPleasing was an understatement, for his voice seemingly warms the heart and soul of a person. It was as if he was a masterful bard, but obviously that wasn't the case. Compassionate, Caring, Loving, all the qualities that depicts a good man were the tone and pitch of his voice. Softly spoken with exquisite accent.\n\n-\n\n\"*We serve the dark to protect the light, no matter what the cost it might. Gods or Goddesses they may be, we deny their call for they have abandoned thee. I speak for I have heed a darker call. Those bold enough to tread deeper into the path of Sin for eldritch knowledge. Its unquenchable call and yearning, born from the flesh and bone. To unlock forbidden secrets and the most foul of black rituals to call forth the damned. To truly embrace such power, you must take it into the world. But you will be shunned, scorned. Marked as a living sacrifice to this profane and unholy power. But you will not be alone. For the dead is always by your side, and when enemies wage war with you, then there will be no living left alive. Only the Dead. For the Death has no mercy.*\"\n\nThe man seemed to have lost his mind as he spoke gently of a dark oath. Ravings of a mad individual, though there was no malice to it. His voice held loneliness, sadness, hate, longing, and seemingly all broken. Though to how he describes it, the man seemed no ordinary individual. Much more, it seems that he has a certain dislike with the gods. To much of what he said, matches some description to what a human is supposed to be today. \n\nHe would wear his mask once more and face toward Vhun. The demonic voice returning back as he spoke once more. \"**Now, will you report me? It does not matter if you will or will not. I am no enemy to you, or to every innocent life in this world. My war lies elsewhere.**\""
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"author": "maddyishere",
"message": "Vhun just stared at him for a minute. She was definitely right. This person was either unstable, incompetent, or just straight up pompous. One thing was clear, however. There was no way in hell that she was going to consume any of that honey. There was almost certainly something wrong with it, and even on the off chance that it was perfectly fine, there was just too much of a risk of it.\n\nAfter an uncomfortable moment, the woman very slowly lifted her upper right hand and made a thumbs-up. What else was there to say? She genuinely did not know how she'd ended up in this situation. This, she thought, was why she shouldn't ever approach someone just sitting in the woods. Never mind that Vhun herself was walking here alone. That was one thing. Being actively doing a task and just sitting was one thing.\n\nThe woman just waved a hand, as if dismissing his statement. She'd begun to back away by now, very slowly. She was about done here, and had no intention of reporting him. He seemed pretty harmless, if not a little strange. Her cards shuffled once more, the mothfolk displaying a final card as she made it back toward the trees.\n\n*No.*"
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "It was obvious that Vhun wanted to get out of the area, though Lawrence didn't seem to mind it. He would simply wave at her as she went back to the woods. The man seemingly pleased and satisfied to have made mortal interaction with another. Though he is kinda sad at the same time, for his loneliness would be bound once more. \"**Thank you for buying from my items and wares. If you are in need of other ingredients, potions, or minor commodities, I will always be free 24/7. After all, the dead don't really need rest or sleep.**\"\n\nSince she was such a kind person for allowing him to speak, it would be rude to not give her a face to reveal. Though unnerving it maybe, he can't help but feel shameful and guilty for not showing it. And so, the robed man would take off his mask to reveal a shadowed face, within it several glowing eyes tinted with a bright green. With that face alone, he could easily be misinterpreted as a demonic spawn or a horrible abomination. \n\n\"*Goodbye, and thank you for your patronage.*\" He would express a warm and wide smile to Vhun, though this could easily be interpreted as a crooked, evil and malevolent grin. Seemingly both terrifying and intimidating to those who may think otherwise of his kind gesture."
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"author": "maddyishere",
"message": "The mothfolk continued nodding as Lawrence continued speaking, continuing to back away as she did. It wasn't the most polite action, she knew, but she was rather desperate to extricate herself from the situation. She had a feeling that he wouldn't follow her, and even if he did, she was more than confident that she could take off into the air and be out of here without any issue. She was quite fast on the wing, after all.\n\nUpon seeing his face, the woman had no visible reaction, given the nature of her face. Her mandibles moved lightly, but besides that, the woman did nothing. She had an inkling that this man potentially had some say in the way that he looked. However, she really didn't much care about that. Either way it was how he looked, and she wasn't going to judge him.\n\nVhun offered him a wave and yet another nod as he smiled at her. It was a strange smile, she thought, a strange smile that she didn't quite like the look of, but it didn't matter. She stowed her book back in bag, fastened the bag shut, and then turned on heel. The whispering shuffle of Vhun's wings broke the silence, the woman had opened her wings, and appeared to be about to take off. Sure enough, just about a minute later, a dark, winged figure could be seen rising about the trees."
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "As he sees the mothfulk unfurl her wings to fly off of the forest, his hand would start to emit a sickly blue glow. To which a spectral projection of his skeletal hand would soon come forth. Conjuring a pale blue flame, he would place it inside a pocket of his inside his robes to which an undead crow would emerge from it. Seemingly filled with maggots and disease as it foams with a green unknown substance.\n\n\"*Squiggle. Be a dear and make sure our friend stays safe on her way out. If there are any enemies in the vicinity, call for me.*\" With a drowned response of a caw from the undead crow, it would began to slowly hide within the trees in swift and silence. Maintaining a relatively safe distance to watch Vhun make her way."
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"author": "Wulkin Yonn",
"message": "Wulkin Yonn rode atop his Wyvern with a sense of urgency and, though one wouldn't tell when looking at him, a sense of glee. He had been in the tower for a good while, and though it was a comforting place, it had grown terribly boring since he had been assigned to the library because he never let a book be left on the tables. \n\n Fortunately, his luck changed when a letter appeared in front of him instructing him to go check on uncertain info about a set of ruins hidden somewhere within the Crasmere Forest. \n\n Though the chances of any sort of ruins being there were slim as they came, what matters is that he was flying through the air toward something that might be worthwhile, rather than sitting on his ass back in the tower. \n\n \"Feels nice to fly, doesn't it, boy?\" He asked his wyvern mount, Lurk, who snarled in response as he lowered them down to where he felt best to begin the search. The treetops gave way to a clearing where Lurk landed and promptly snatched up a very surprised rabbit, greedily swallowing it whole. \n\n \"Why do you act like I don't feed you at home?\" Wulkin sighed while sliding off the saddle. His instincts told him that his best bet was here, being that it was somewhat in the middle of the forest and a set of ruins would often be hidden if it hadn't been discovered yet. \n\n Unfortunately for him, despite his best efforts, finding lost things often came down to luck. He can't count the amount of times he has literally stumbled into a discovery.\n\n \"Stay here or fly around,\" He told Lurk, knowing that the Wyvern mostly did whatever it pleased regardless of orders. \"Don't bother the Griffons if you see any or I swear-oi, look at me-I swear I will stop ordering that absurd fish you like, got it?\" Lurk hissed loudly, but Wulkin knew he wouldn't harm him."
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"author": "Soleil, The Yellow Mage",
"message": "**Wulkin, after disembarking from his Wyvern, who presumably began his search on foot, would be greeted by fortune today during his exploration of the Crasmere forest. An old ruin had laid in wait, as eight large stones, pointed and erect, created a circle, with one of the eight knocked over. Runes carved into their faces, written in a seemingly lost, or unknown tongue— or so it would seem at first glance.**\n\n**However there was something more peculiar about this location. That would be for the fact he hadn't been alone, as this short High Elven woman had been seated on the stone pillar which had been tilted over and onto the ground. She sat with one boot over her knee, her legs covered by black leggings. She wore a silky black robe with yellow trimmings draped over her shoulders. Her hair short, silvery, paired with an eyepatch which covered her left eye. The right eye, exposed, had been a radiant yellow colour, as though kissed by the sun's brilliance.**\n\n**While seated, they held within their hand a grimoire as she had been passively reading it over, making a slight hum to herself. Her knifed ears twitched, as Wulkin made his approach.**\n\n**Without shifting her gaze, her Arcane Eye, an invisible presence that hovered over her, which granted her omnidirectional sight from a bird's eye view, would observe the individual approaching. It was hard _not_ to recognize the apparel of someone from the Order— especially someone of her ilk, a Chronicler. As Wulkin drew closer, the High Elf had spoken up...**\n\n\"These ruins have already been long discovered.\" **She spoken aloud, her eye scanning through the pages of her book.** \"Much within Findara has already been uncovered by the Mage Hand, unfortunately.\" **She had then added with a brief sigh. Her hand shut the grimoire, before allowing it to seemingly dematerialize from her grasp, whisked away by her Conjuration magic. The silver haired elf with that yellow eye would finally look to Wulkin, placing a fist to her face, knuckles pressed against her cheek.**\n\n\"Hello.\" **She would finally greet him with this calm tone. She had been somewhat soft spoken, and a little monotonous. Her expression was neutral, but that eye— that eye held beauty. Captured within that iris was the soul of someone who had been graced by the heavens. Although to most, she was nobody in particular, but to a Chronicler who had studied the Mage Hand's libraries time and time again, Wulkin knew he had been graced by the presence of a walking encyclopedia in regards to the arcane— the Archmage before Nicodemus, a wizard who sought to enrich education, who had written grimoire after grimoire about new magic theories, all for the sake of raising a wiser, stronger generation of mages... Archmage Soleil sat within Wulkin's presence, as her gaze met his.**"
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"author": "Wulkin Yonn",
"message": "Wulkin Yonn's first instinct upon hearing a voice other than his own was to pull his sword free from its scarab, but before he prepared a spell in his free hand he quickly recognized who was seated before him. He had seen her paintings across the walls of the Mage Tower, beautiful murals made in her well-deserved honor, and yet they still could not catch the radiance that he was witnessing as he stood here and now. \n\n The Yellow Mage, Lady Soleil, the former Archmage.\n\n She who was graced by Heaven. As the whispers say in the Mage Tower. \n\n To think he would find her here of all places. Were those who sent him this way aware of her presence? Not much has been said about her as of late other than that she has been traveling the realm or realms... Wulkin was uncertain whether she could actually do that. \n\n The Grimoire she held must have contained spells so old and powerful that they could put even the most \"Experienced\" Of Mages to shame. It vanishing from her grasp pained Wulkin because of what knowledge he could come across if he just so much as glanced through it.\n\n\"Lady Soleil,\" Wulkin greeted as he sheathed his sword apologetically and bowed respectfully. Despite the rush of excitement upon seeing her his voice contained none of it. \"It is an honor to meet you, despite the odd circumstances. I am Yonn Wulkin of the Order of the Mage Hands, a Chronicler to be exact, sent here to check on...\" He tilted his head and looked at the supposed ruins he had been sent here to investigate. \"An already known set of ruins, but I was not told of you being here... Or I am assuming the guild is unaware of you.\" \n\n He walked past the esteemed mage to one of the standing pillars. The etchings along it, he recognized them from the record segments in the library. Indeed this place was not new to the Findara archeological world, so why send him here?\n\n A sudden screech tore through the clear sky and Lurk flew to view soon after, landing on another pillar with grace, only for it to topple over under his weight. The wyvern had no sympathy for the destruction. \n\n \"Forgive my pet,\" Wulkin sighed. \"He gets bored and does not understand simple instructions.\""
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"author": "Soleil, The Yellow Mage",
"message": "**She watched Wulkin hastily put his sword away, before giving her a bow of respect. She'd be quick to make a simple dismissive hand wave. The silvery haired elf couldn't help but let out a chuckle.** \"Oh please, Soleil is fine. It's been over forty years since I was Archmage.\" **The She-Elf would say, before standing up. It wasn't like she was any sort of nobility— no, in fact now that she was retired, she was no more than a commoner. Most people don't even recognize her these days, lest they be a scholar of the arcane whose well versed with her works. She was a lot shorter than one would expect for a figure of seemingly grandiose status. The murals of her, the paintings and descriptions detailing her elevated the High Elf to a status which left one in awe, but, seeing the real deal in person... She was much more simple than one would think. Just a short High Elf, with silvery hair and an eyepatch. Her yellow eye continued to grace Wulkin, as she held this childlike curiosity in her gaze.**\n\n\"As far as I'm concerned, Wulkin, you and I are simply scholars. Kindred spirits working to uncover the grand arcane mysteries of Lucidien.\" **She'd walk towards the younger of the two, before pausing in her pace as she'd hear of Yonn's disappointment in regards to the ruins they were at.** \"Hm. Fret not. There is always more to discover.\" **Soleil would assure the young Chronicler. Her gaze would sweep over towards the eight pillars.** \"You see, that's an ancient circle used for Conjuration working. Likely used around the Era of Discord— maybe even early into the Era of Renewal.\" **She then looked back to Yonn.** \"I'm studying it as we speak. Would you—\" **Her speech would be cut, as her Arcane Eye would sense the presence of the Wyvern in the air, only to drop onto a pillar, toppling it. As she turned to face Yonn's pet, the She-Elf visibly cringed, seeing the ruin accidentally get further desecrated this way.** \"—like... To... Learn about... Them?\" **Her voice slowly faded as she observed the crushed pillar, making a slight sigh.**\n\n**Her face began to ease, as she now studied the Wyvern. Her ears twitched, as she wouldn't help but smile, memories of over a century ago flooding to the forefront of her mind.** \"Oh, it's you again. It's been awhile...\" **She paused as she squinted her visible eye. She would notice Lurk didn't have the same scars as another Wyvern she encountered long ago. However the scales... It features were reminiscent to back then. Yet, even that _tail_ had the same shape. Soleil would sigh.** \"...Ah, my mistake. Wulkin, did you inherit that Wyvern?\" **She'd then ask, looking over to the younger Scholar inquisitively. She wouldn't elaborate on the reason yet as to why she was curious, however, she had rather intimate memories about a particular Wyvern she wrangled with back in the deep jungles of Kandagulu.**"
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"author": "Wulkin Yonn",
"message": "The fact about being the past archmage forty years ago meant nothing to Wulkin. In his eyes, she deserved the title Lady and more if possible, but to respect her wish he refrained from giving her the title, though it would be a tad odd to do so. \"Of course, Soleil.\" Yes... First name basis with such an esteemed person was quite odd indeed. \n\n Wulkin followed her gaze to the pillars. The Mana Circle was there with its markings pointing to Conjuring magic as she had rightly pointed out, putting its date of usage between the two eras meant that quite many people had frequented it before its abandonment. Was it in use again? He couldn't sense any mana in the air besides the aura that brimmed off Soliel. For the Order to have sent him here blind was unlikely, though it was not completely uncommon in his practice. \n\n It was an interesting thing to discuss, but then his wyvern crashed, and now here he was confused by how Soliel would recognize Lurk. \"I did inherit him,\" Wulkin told her as he walked to the flying reptile. \"He was my Father's first, supposedly from bred from a wyvern who was...\" He trailed off as he realized how she recognized the wyvern, there was a story as to how Soliel lost her eye. To think he was riding on the offspring of her past enemy.\n\n \"I see. Well, Lurk is considerably well-trained for a Wyvern,\" Wulkin told the former Archmage before dodging a tail swipe without needing to see it coming. \"Which is to say he's still stubborn but bearable.\" He turned back to the ruins after shooing Lurk off the toppled pillar. \"So if there is more to discover, what is it? I have seen mention of this place in the library, but I haven't read it in-depth. If it is Conjuration Magic, I am afraid I fall short, my studies so far have been in Evocation, though I will dabble in Abjuration eventually.\" He did not know why he added that part, but he already uttered it and could not take it back now."
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"author": "Soleil, The Yellow Mage",
"message": "**Soleil watched as Wulkin went through the mental journey of figuring out _why_ the High Elf knew that the Wyvern was inherited. Yes it was true, the \"Enemy\" Took out her eye— but Soleil didn't have enemies. No, to her, it was a misfortunate accident that cost her part of her vision. If that Wyvern truly was her enemy, back then, it'd had long been slain. No, instead Soleil and her apprentice at the time captured the beast and had it brought back to Findara to be studied and cared for.**\n\n**She always knew Wyverns were deadly creatures, but the one she captured and had placed into captivity was especially dangerous for the fact it was a wounded beast— one of its wings torn. It was through patient care and effort did they manage to mend that broken wing, and over time, tame the beast. Although, the use of Enchantment magic from one angle can be seen as unethical, another way to look at it is that it was a way to allow the beast to empathically understand how others felt.**\n\n**Not to mention, as a Master Diviner, she was able to communicate to beasts. Shifting her gaze back to Lurk, utilizing a basic Divination working, she would cast** `Speak With Animals` **To communicate with Lurk.** \n\n\"Hello, Lurk. How are you today?\" **She directly addressed the Wyvern as though she was expecting for it to respond in return— especially now that she could understand it, and it can understand her.** \"You are a big one, aren't you?\" **She then added, purposefully fluffing the Wyvern's ego a bit the same way one complimented a child.**\n\n**Casting her gaze back to Wulkin now; he'd inquire about what more there was to discover here.** \"Lets find out.\" **She would respond, as she turned to walk back towards the pillars. She'd point a gloved hand towards the pillar she sat on when Wulkin initially met with her.** `\"Telekinesis.\"` **She would incant in a pronounced Elven dialect, the gold studs which lined her knuckles radiating a dull yellow hue as the pillar would begin to float upwards. Soleil made it seem effortless, erecting the pillar once more, allowing it to stand before firmly placing it into the soot it once stood on. Seven pillars now formed a circle; which now Soleil would need to fix the one Lurk broke.**\n\n**Fortunately, there was an answer for everything.** `\"Stone Shape.\"` **She struck the earth with her foot, before directing her hand towards the crushed pillar. Feeling the way each rigid connected, like a puzzle she reassembled the broken pillar seamlessly, melding it together like putty as it would come to a stand once again. Eight pillars now stood in a circle— the ruin mostly restored to how it was once before— so she thought, anyways.**\n\n**Now that the circle was once again formed, Soleil looked over to Wulkin, only twisting her head to look back at him as her body faced the eight pillars.** \"Would you like to learn Abjuration?\" **She now simply offered— something she knew would be valuable to Wulkin... A learning opportunity.**"
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"author": "Wulkin Yonn",
"message": "Wulkin watched the magic with great attention. He knew it was not unusual for a practitioner to switch between the Schools of Magic, but the way Soleil did it was worth being studied and admired. Even Lurk was enthralled, stepping back so the former Archmage had no interruptions as she worked to repair the ruins as they once were. Once she finished, the eight pillars stood in a circle and the two magicians faced them, while Lurk huffed and walked off to find something else to do. \n\n The question, or rather the offer, that Soliel threw at him took him by surprise. It was not unheard of for grand mages to aid scholars who took an interest in their fields, but Wulkin had not expected someone as gifted as the Yellow Mage to ever gift him such an opportunity. He took a moment to even answer the lady. \"I would be honored, Soleil.\" \n\n He gestured back to the ruins. \"But will these lessons be before, or after, we reveal what exactly these people were using a large Mana Circle for Conjuration? I may not practice it, but I know spells from Conjuration can bring forth creatures from the other realms, namely; Fae... Or demons.\""
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"author": "Soleil, The Yellow Mage",
"message": "**The Yellow Mage then shared with Wulkin a simple, and quaint smile to his question.** \"Its discovery will be part of the lesson.\" **Soleil would now reveal to the caster of infernal origin.** \"See— Although I _likely_ could operate the circle by myself, these larger circles typically were casted with multiple participants.\" **She would explain, before beginning to pace, looking at the eight different stone pillars.** \"Druidic Circles. They're typically used to interact with beings of Fae origins. Druids, Shamans, Witches— Casters who're traditionally learned would use these. The question is, who or _what_ did this circle summon? Judging by the size, the amount of preparation vested into the circle, and the residual magic that clings to these rocks, whatever was conjured here was exceptionally potent with magic.\" **Soleil would hypothesize, stroking her chin while she was in thought, before finally moving her hand away from her face, looking to Wulkin.** \"...I'm in no rush to figure out this mystery, however.\" **She would then say.** \"I'd rather take the time to turn this into a learning experience, as opposed to doing everything by myself.\" **She would then motion a hand for the younger of the pair to step closer.**\n\n\"Now then— lets begin by understanding this circle. We hypothesize this is for Conjuration, the likely case, and we can further interpret multiple participants were involved. When it comes to rituals like these, each individual has some role to play... Those who draw the being forth, and those who bind it.\" **She would look to Wulkin now.** \"Meaning you need Abjurers _and_ Conjures present.\" **Soleil clarified for Wulkin in case he didn't initially catch on.**\n\n**Giving Wulkin a moment to digest the information given, Soleil would take a moment to study the man, reading his body language and expressions as they conversed. There was more to this experience than what meets the eye, but that wasn't for her to deliberate on. She was more interested in talking about magic— its understanding and teaching of it was practically her life's purpose after all.**\n\n\"Our goal for the next...\" **She would briefly ponder the time frame, before shrugging.** \"...Lets say week or more, is to have you practice Abjuration using _this_ circle.\" **She would motion her hand to the eight stone pillars which surrounded them.** \"This'll be the framework towards teaching you basic Abjuration magic. As you are an Evoker, it is necessary to have a strong defensive paired with your offensive skills. Knowing how to ward and bind will not only assist you in protecting yourself, but also exorcise beings which do not belong in this realm.\" \n\n**She would finally take a breath— for a small, and typically quiet woman, she loved to run her mouth off when it came to all things arcane. A tell towards her deep love and passion for the arts.** \n\n\"But before we can even start using the circle, you need to learn some fundamentals.\" **The She-Elf would say.** \"Lets start by teaching you a spell any versed caster should know, _\"Shield.\"_ Enlighten me, Wulkin, when you evoke, what sort of sensation do you feel?\" **She now asked the young caster, giving him a moment to think— as well as giving herself a moment of respite before continuing in her lecture.**"
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"author": "Wulkin Yonn",
"message": "Wulkin ensured not to interrupt the Yellow Mage as she explained the nature of the situation, and despite the barrage of information Wulkin hung by every word, carefully cataloging them in the new shelf which his mind formed just for this occasion. He followed her closely, tracking every gesture she made, and ensuring that none of her points were lost. \n\n For now, he had no questions. The explanation was clear, and though he had never practiced these schools of magic Wulkin had a grasp of the fundamentals and therefore had no problem deciphering what Soleil was saying. He was very interested in this lesson, and the fact that it tied to the mystery at hand was also very convenient. \n\n The mention of a strong defense did make Wulkin feel a slight embarrassment, he even clutched his scarred arm but said nothing to it. His parents revolved around straightforwardness, and in a way so did Wulkin, though he was not confrontational in the traditional sense his magic on the other hand was, even his most recognized spell amongst his peers was the Sunbeam. It was almost ironic that a man so reserved as him would be so proficient in attack magic.\n\nWhen Wulkin heard the question of the sensation that came with Envokation magic, he took the moment Soliel gave him to ponder it. A few feelings came to mind when casting his spells, nothing particularly righteous like chivalry or a need to protect others, but rather... Rage. Or spite. He never spoke out his true feelings, not as often as he wished, and he bottled those up and spilled them into his magic. It was advised not to use anger as your magic well for, oftentimes, you might drown in it, but Wulkin did and so he told Soliel. \n\n \"Anger.\" He clutched his scarred arm. \"Not towards anyone in particular, not even towards my opponents, but it is the rage I feel when I evoke. I do not let it cloud my mind, I keep it leashed so it is focused... But even though it is useful, I see it's dangerous. It is like a Wyvern.\" \n\n Lurk roared from somewhere close by, adding to his point."
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"author": "Soleil, The Yellow Mage",
"message": "**Soleil would happily listen to what Wulkin would describe. When he remarked the feelings of anger, she sensed that Wulkin might have difficulties in regards to the arts of Abjuration. While Evocation was the art of creation, Abjuration was the art of negation; it was the total antithesis of Evocation. However, if Wulkin could manage his emotions, he may have the chance of becoming an exceptional Abjurer.**\n\n\"Magic is oftentimes influenced by one's emotions.\" **She would say.** \"Are you versed with my works? The feelings you describe would be a '_Sharp_ Pitch'.\" **Soleil would say in brief, before beginning her lecture with Wulkin.** \"I've theorized magic has three axioms. Its Hue, its Pitch, and its Weave. There's also Intensity, a fourth characteristic if you wish to consider it. I've described these to provide new mages a way to more easily grasp how to manipulate arcana.\" **Pausing to let Wulkin digest this introduction, she would use the opportunity to evoke her magic.** \"Yellow Hue. Sharp Pitch. Tight Weave.\" **She would audibly state, before raising a hand up slowly, aiming a little outside the druidic magic circle.** `\"Mold Earth.\"` **Utilizing Transmutation magics, she would raise some earth to create the shape of a \"Table\" And two mounts to act as seats. Pacing towards her construction, she would take a seat on one of the earth mounds she rose. She gestured for Wulkin to sit across from her.** \"These explanations may take awhile. Have a seat.\"\n\n**Whether the pupil Chronicler wished to sit or not was to him, but regardless whether he accepted her invitation or not she would continue her lecture.**\n\n\"Lets start with Hue. Although you cannot see it, the different schools of magic possess each their own colours, sometimes of varying degrees. As a Diviner, I've learned how to 'see' these colours, however when it comes to particularly powerful spells, even the untrained eye can see a working's true colours. The magic I used to raise these earthen seats and table possesses a Yellow Hue, often associated with either the schools of Transmutation or the school of Biomancy. For Evocation, the colour I oftentimes observe is Red. Meanwhile, Abjuration would be blue. I believe these colours are tied to emotions experienced by the casters, or, by magic itself. Blue is a calming colour, where as red is a provoking one. For the sake of our lessons here today, we'll only discuss Evocation and Abjuration in-depth when applying these concepts.\"\n\n**She would move on to the second axiom,** \"The next axis, the Pitch. From what I have observed, there are three categories: Flat, Natural, and Sharp. Magic that is Flat is disruptive, while magic that is Sharp is constructive. You can consider Natural to be the middle ground, the \"Neutral\" Pitch before and after magic has been manipulated.\" **She took a pause in brief to see if Wulkin was still listening, not wanting him to nod off and fall asleep yet.** \"Lets use Evocation as an example again. Evocation naturally possesses a Sharp Pitch.\" **She would snap her fingers to cast Thaumaturgy, creating a candle flam at the tip of her gloved finger.** \"A Sharp Pitch revolves around observing, and manipulating reality to create. When you cast a Fireball, or Cone of Cold, you are sharpening magic in order to evoke these spells. Naturally, that means a Flat Pitch is to observe and deconstruct magic.\" **The flame would snuff itself out, leaving behind smoke.** \"Abjurers utilize workings with a flat pitch to ward off magic. It's also used to bind and restrict magic sources— You and I, Wulkin, are sources of magic too. So is every living being. It's why common folk who have no magical inclination still get stopped by wardings— we all have latent magic potential. Some of us to different degrees of course.\"\n\n**Now she moved to the last axiom,** \"Lastly, Weave. The Weave of magic is its permanence. We can categorize this in three ways... Loose, Tight, and Locked. A Loose Weave has minimal lasting effects. Evokers cast utilizing a Loose Weave as their magic exists but within a fleeting moment. It's cost effective this way, and less taxing on the body. Evocation magic comes and it goes. A Tight Weave has more permanence, as workings like these often last for a long time. Abjuration makes use of both Loose and Tight Weaves, as Wardings can either be used for within the moment or for over a long period of time. Lastly, a Locked Weave is a true permanent change to our observed reality. The School of Transmutation, where they transform one thing into another is a school which specializes in Locked Weaves. Locking a Weave is transitional from a Tight Weave into a Locked one. These raised earthen mounds utilize a Tight Weave to raise, but once they've settled they may as well be considered Locked.\"\n\n**Now that she described the three axioms, she would get to the relevant points for Wulkin.** \"Now then, I describe all this because the school you specialize in, Evocation, possess workings primarily of a Red Hue, Sharp Pitch, and Loose Weave. Abjuration magic is the complete opposite. Blue Hue, Flat Pitch, and Tight Weave.\" **She would pause a moment, taking a breath.** \"...This is all to say that the reason you find yourself to excel at Evocation is due to the emotions you feel. Anger naturally is a provoking and volatile emotion. When you observe magic with anger, it's only natural that the results would be destructive. If you desire to become versed with Abjuration, you need to learn how to steel your emotions and be calm.\" \n\n**Having finished now, she would take a finger and draw it onto the dirt of the risen earthen table. She would draw a circle into it for Wulkin to observe.** \"When casting `Shield` you're going to want to think about drawing a circle around yourself. Make the circle too big, it'll be brittle and break easily. Make the circle too small, you may accidentally protrude outside your barrier. Standard for me is the distance of your wingspan.\" **She would extend both her arms outwards.** \"Right about this far.\" **Soleil then lowered her hands.** \"Lets begin practicing, shall we?\" **The Yellow Mage stood up, before dusting her backside off as dirt clung to her cloak.**\n\n**She'd pace away from the earth seatings and table.** \"Find the distance of where your warding should be. Think about what I described earlier as well— the Hue, Pitch, and Weave. The `Shield` working utilizes a Blue Hue, Flat Pitch, and _Loose_ Weave. If you made the working Tight, and attempted to maintain it, it would be more taxing. Although it is perfectly possible, for the sake of this exercise we only want to hold a ward for seconds at most.\" **Just when she was about to pause, she made one last inclusion.** \"And remember Yonn. Magic is manipulated by its observer. Do not cast with anger. Be calm.\" \n\n**Now, finally finishing, she would simply observe and listen to anything Wulkin had to share. She knew what she provided would probably overload most people, but she trusted an academic like him would manage the bombardment of new information.**"
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"author": "Wulkin Yonn",
"message": "Despite believing himself as quite the scholar, Wulkin found himself needing a moment to digest all that teaching. The theory was sound, and he had seen evidence of its existence in the works of other scholars in the various fields of magic, but hearing it in-depth was more lengthy than he expected it to be. Then again, coming from someone as learned as Soliel it made sense that the explanation would be as detailed as one could make it. He felt a bit of pride knowing that not many would ever experience such knowledge, but he also felt a tad worried about being able to implement the said knowledge. \n\n He knew what she spoke of, he had seen signs of it in his magic, the deep red hue was prevalent in his spell casting, and the sharp pitch and the weave were noticed, but he had never considered it. Despite his proficiency in Evocation, Wulkin rarely had an altercation in which he had to cast spells, a few monsters here and there, but nothing a sword could not dispatch. \n\n But he had to try. Soliel the Yellow Mage had taken an interest in him, to fail her hand would be insulting.\n\n Wulkin rose to his feet and walked a distance away from Soliel. He had no fear that a wrong cast would harm the High-elf, more that he wanted some space to work with. *Blue hue, Flat Pitch, and Loose Weave* He repeated the words internally and stretched out his hand. He had seen Shield, it was a simple spell, yet he found himself struggling even to imagine the concept. \n\n The Red Hue still surrounded his mind, he could feel the well of untouched rage boiling at the edge of his conscience. Why did such a thing exist in his mind? What warranted its presence in him? He had no true reason to feel this rage... He was calm. He was controlled.\n\nThe Hue began to change, diluting from bright red to a smoldering purple and finally a calm sensational blue. He could hear the Pitch settle down from a Sharp song to a Flat mellow tune, and he felt the Loose Weaves of mana tighten to his command. He felt the magic around him being manipulated by his will, and though he feared sourcing from calmness rather than anger, Wulkin pushed forward and used two fingers to draw a circle in the air before uttering the word. \"**Shield.**\"\n\n The air before him shimmered as the magic answered his command, and when Wulkin opened his eyes he saw the Abjuration shield hovering in front of him. He turned to Soliel with genuine surprise across his face, he expected it to, quite literally, blow up in his face, but the shield remained floating there for a few seconds before shimmering out of existence.\n\n \"I... I did it. I actually did it. Thank you, Lady Soleil.\" He added her title, she deserved it more than ever now."
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"author": "Soleil, The Yellow Mage",
"message": "**Soleil would observe in silent study as she watched the young pupil expand his mind and produce a shimmering shield. She would simply give him a smile, before providing a nod of affirmation.** \"You're a fast learner, Wulkin.\" **Soleil would say, providing the young Chronicler all the more praise.** \"But, you've merely just begun.\" **She would then add.** \n\n**The Yellow Mage would begin to pace, slowly walking around Wulkin in a circle.** \"Lets apply a stress test to your warding. If you made it correctly, it should be strong enough to handle the impact of whatever I throw at it.\" **As she paced, she began to lapse her hands over top one another.** \n\n**She then had began to incant audibly.** \"Yellow Hue. Sharp Pitch. Tight Weave.\" **As she spoke, the atmosphere grew just a little heavier. Where Wulkin imagined the axioms of magic, she made the axioms part of her incantation. Words possess power, and their addition made magic all the more potent.**\n\n**Slowly she began to part her hands.** `\"Create Water\"` **From between her palms, water would collect from the atmosphere itself. The High-Elf's hands would pull further and further as this orb of water began to amass— 10 gallons worth of water hovered in the air, before it visibly began to shrink, collapsing into itself. Soleil would bring her hands together slowly once more as she had condensed the orb of water in between the palm of her hands. The water pressure building exponentially— waiting to be released and explode outwards.**\n\n`\"Control Water.\"` **She would add to her series of incantations, as now she held this orb of condensed water in between her palms. Her eyes met with Wulkin's as she was ready to release this force at the Chronicler.**\n\n\"Prepare yourself Wulkin. And, don't fret over wet clothes.\" \n\n**Giving Wulkin a moment, she would then slowly cock her head towards her left, using his exposed right eye to aim.** \"Now then...\"\n\n`\"Release.\"` **Crushing the orb of water, a jet of pressurized water would spray at Wulkin! If he hadn't reacted quick enough, or his warding was far too brittle, he would end up getting swept by the force of the water! However, if his ward held true, the stream of wated unleashed would part around his barrier, spraying everything around Wulkin but not himself.**"
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"author": "Wulkin Yonn",
"message": "Wulkin rarely cursed, he rarely let his emotions be shown because he believed it would give people an upper hand, but as he watched the Yellow Mage create water so she could test out the strength of his shield, his eyes widened in shock before he muttered a quiet \"Shit.\"\n\n Wulkin quickly recreated the sensation in his mind, pushing aside his emotions before drawing a circle in the air. His spell shimmered into existence, a transparent shield accompanied by the arcane runes, and he felt it would hold for the duration of Soliel's spell. Unfortunately, that confidence vanished the moment the magical torrent of water collided with the shield. He gritted his teeth and poured more mana into the spell, but he felt himself change the weave, and then it shattered.\n\n The water slapped Wulkin off his feet and he rolled through the dirt till the water stopped coming. He coughed out the water that got into his mouth as he stumbled to his feet, Lurk dropped beside him and helped him up with his tail, but still laughed at his wet form. \n\n \"I believe that was a good test,\" He told Soliel, smacking the dirt off his body with Lurk's help. \"What do you think?\""
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"author": "Soleil, The Yellow Mage",
"message": "**Soleil couldn't help but grimace watching Wulkin get sent off his feet and into the dirt— his body getting both wet and dirty. She couldn't help feel a guilty, before releasing a awkward chuckle.** \"Ahaha... Yes! Good test!\" **She would raise a hand and scratch the back of her head, before attempting to compose herself. She would audibly clear her throat before making a sweeping hand movement at Wulkin's direction. The water she sprayed him with would pull off the young apprentice's form, before being cast aside to wet the grass nearby. The mud which had stained him would travel with the water, leaving him in a less dirty predicament, and would make cleaning the stains out just a little easier.**\n\n**Soleil let out a hefty sigh.** \"For a first try, I say you did... _Ok_ at best.\" **Soleil would sugarcoat it a bit, but Wulkin didn't need to know that.** \"However, we don't accept mediocrity— we expect _excellence._\" **She would pace towards him, gazing upon him with her yellow eyes.** \"You _will_ be excellent, Wulkin. Perhaps you aren't now, but I guarantee I will make an exceptional Abjurer out of you. I believe in my students and their potential to do great things.\" \n\n**She would then take a deep breath before speaking once more.** \"We will reconvene in three days. Between now and then, you will practice `Shield`. When I see you next, I expect you to withstand a little water.\" **She would lay her expectation and her goal for Wulkin.** \"Once you've done that, we will move onto a new incantation. By the end of this, you will be able to operate the Druid Circle.\"\n\n**Soleil would then stretch her arms, making a slight grunt before yawning.** \"It's been a long day. It's about time I retire. Do you have any questions before I embark?\""
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"author": "Wulkin Yonn",
"message": "Wulkin did not show his wince at that assessment, because he knew it was true. He was a trained magician after all, so perfecting this spell should have been more than easy... Then again, he was only proficient in one school. Good at it too. So he still had that pride, though he made sure not to have his ego disregard Soliel's teachings. \n\n He was now her student, a title he had not expected today, nor ever really. Which meant amongst his peers he might have the most potential to rise from his current rank, he could master more spells, conduct more research, and be trusted with more dangerous missions for the Guild.\n\n He found himself fighting a grin as he bowed respectfully to his new teacher. He has many questions, most about topics which had nothing to do with magic, most about her travels and life so far, but from her yawn and mention of retiring Wulkin decides it is best to have those questions another time. For now he asked the most important one; \"How am I to find you again?\""
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"author": "Duchess Lilinnore Greydark of Hyburn",
"message": "It was a beautiful, sunny and breezy day in the city of Hyburn. The spring is usually quite rainy in Findara, but it seemed the gods saw fit to bless the kingdom with a perfect day. Lilinorre Greydark, the Duchess of Hyburn, was currently having tea with a most prestigious and respectable man, an aasimar by the name of Lioric Hyltol. The two were sat at the center of Lili's garden in the back of her mansion, and discussing important matters pertaining to the duchy. Dressed in an elegant sky blue dress that hugged her form perfectly, Lilinorre was the perfect image of spring time. The succubi's hair was up in a bun, her bangs gently framing her face in perfect curls on either side of her eyes, and a family heirloom rest upon her neck, dazzling a shining gold from the sun's rays.\n\nWhile anyone watching the two would assume the conversation was normal or even cheery, the look on Lilinorre's face said otherwise. \"You said *4* Wagons had gone missing in the past month?\" Lili's eyes widened, her expression filled with worry as she set her tea cup down abruptly upon the table she sat before. Lioric, a handsome and noble aasimar, nodded to her question. *\"Yes, I am afraid so. Each were last seen along the borders of the Whitethorn river. I am sure I don't need to tell you what this means.\"* Lioric spoke, his voice gruff with a serious determination only aasimar's could have.\n\n_ _\nLili sighed and pinched the bridge of her noise, the stress of the situation giving her a minor headache. \"These damned drogon will be the death of me, I swear upon Devinah.\" Opening her eyes once more, the light within each seemed to fade slightly. Lives were being lost due to the drogon menace of the Kandagulu Jungles- but there wasn't much anyone could truly do at the present. At least not now, what with the royal summit and all. Keeping the drogon at bay was already costly as well- both with money and lives. Invading the jungles was also an impossibility, as the last ruler who tried lost over half the men he had sent to quell the drogon from the jungles. It was a tricky situation indeed.\n\n\"I will send a letter to the king as soon as possible and inform him of the increase in attacks. Its unlike them.\" Lilinorre frowned, thinking on the past few years of her reign as Duchess of Hyburn. The attacks were *Never* This frequent. \"Something must have stirred them. Riled them up.\" Shaking her head, Lilinorre poured herself more tea before bringing the cup to her lips. \"I can assure you, Lord Hyltol, this has become my number one priority.\" Lili looked to the aasimar, her pink and white eyes filled with determination. *\"Until the king recieves the letter, I'd recommend issuing a duchy-wide warning to your people. The drogon don't have an attack pattern it seems. Night, day, rain, snow- they attack whenever they feel like attacking, not when it would be most advantageous to them.\"* Lioric spoke, not having touched his tea just yet.\n\n_ _\nNodding, Lilinorre snapped her fingers and a knight in shining silver armor quickly approached from the garden's border. \"Ser Meran, see to it that a warning is issues across Hyburn and to the other duchies as well. Travel should only be done if it is absolutely necessary, and perhaps include a suggestion to bring an increased number of armed guards with any caravans, wagons or carriages that pass by the Whitethorn river.\" The knight nodded his head, turned on his heel and quickly trotted off. \"So-...\" Lilinorre turned to look at Lioric, her eyes once again lighting up in hopes the subject could change. \"-tell me of this son of yours. What was his name? Roman?\""
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"author": "Reman Hyltol",
"message": "Just outside the town, the golden winged Aasimar known as Reman made his approach to the bustling town on horseback. Normally he would fly, but with his beloved dog Darimus at his side Reman decided to ride. Unfortunately that meant he ran into the very problem his father warned him of. Drogon, the beasts had been skulking the road when he attempted to ride by and launched an assault on the winged man. \n\nFortunately he managed to grab his spear before they did any major damage. At most he had some damaged armor, and had a bit of blood on his hands and the leather armor he had decided to put on before he left the capital. Darimus on the other hand didn't have a single scratch, the dog just happily trotting alongside the horse as they approached the gate. \n\nReman guided the horse to slow down as they came down the road, and he nodded to the guards as the horse trotted by. \n\n\"Morning.\" He greeted, watching from the edge of his vision until they passed by. Once in the town, Reman took a deep breath. He hadn't been home for a few months, and he was glad to see it. He recalled the letter describing the directions to a mansion that the older man mentioned belonged to the Duchess of Hyburn, but before he decided to follow the directions he thought it may be a good idea to clean the blood left on his hands off. \n\nOnce he felt he was much more presentable, the Oathbound stowed his armor away for his trip back and returned to his horse to finish the journey. On the way he briefly spoke to old friends, met new people that had moved to the town in his absence, and even said hello to young adults that had just been teenagers since he last saw them.\n\nEventually he finally approached the building his father described Reman unmounted his horse again. He was wearing a fairly simple outfit, a cream colored shirt with a frilly collar, and puffy sleeves that went to his elbows, an orange bolo tie, a brown vest, a golden sash around his waist, brown pants, and boots. I'm a brief bout of anxiety, he flattened his vest, and made sure his sash was in place before making his way over to the guards of the building with his father's letter in hand. \n\n\"Hail. I was told my father would be here, speaking to the Duchess. Reman Hyltol, son of Lord Lioric Hyltol.\" He offered the letter to one of the guards for them to look it over, he understood the layers of security fairly well and wasn't too worried. He simply hoped his father was doing well."
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"author": "Duchess Lilinnore Greydark of Hyburn",
"message": "*\"Funny you should ask, my lady.\"* Lioric seemed to enjoy the change of pace as well, as the conversation of drogons, murders and missing wagons was quite draining for anyone involved. *\"I believe Reman should be joining us within the hour. I hope you don't mind me inviting him to our meeting. It's been some time since I've seen my son, he was nearby and I saw it a fortuitous opportunity to kill two birds with a single stone.\"* Finally, Lioric touched his tea and took a drink, though with less dainty handling as Lilinorre displayed. With a delighted smile upon her face, the succibi's eyes widened and lit up with excitement. \"No need to apologize, I'm happy for a chance to meet him. It's not every day you meet a member of the Oathbound.\"\n\nA few minutes had passed and more idle chatter was shared between the lord and lady. A few things of Reman, some words of Lilinorre's family; discussions that could only be had by two members of nobility. Some of it most would find quite boring. It wasn't too terrible long before a servant approached from the mansion's interior. Bowing to the succubi and aasimar, the woman looked to Lilinorre and then made her announcement. *\"One Reman Hyltol has arrived per Lord Hyltol's request. He has a letter with him confirming this. Shall I let him in, my lady?\"* Lilinorre nodded quickly, a smile ever present upon her lips. \"Of course! Escort him to the gardens, thank you.\" Looking to Lioric, he seemed to be pleased as well to see his son.\n\n_ _\nA daring but passing thought fell upon Lilinorre's mind. Taking a long look at Lioric as he glanced to the doorway, awaiting for his son to enter, a thousand depictions of what Reman looked like passed through the succubi's mind. It could be considered a curse to some, always thinking of looks over personality, but it was a concubus's life to live this way. Looking to the table, Lili quickly realized the tea was running dangerously low, and with a quick wave of her hand yet another servant rushed over. \"More tea- and perhaps a few sweets from the kitchen if you will.\" Without a word, the servant headed off. Hopefully they'd return before Reman was seated and Lilinorre could be spared looking like an unprepared fool.\n\nWhat sort of duchess doesn't have sweets and drinks ready for guests? *Especially* Lilinorre Greydark of Hyburn? She was known across the kingdom for her lavish and large parties. It was a lapse in thought, she supposed. Nevertheless, the doors to her mansion opened, and a pair of guards escorting Lord Hyltol's son soon entered the gardens. One stepped forward and bowed before announcing the aasimar to Lilinorre. *\"Ser Reman Hyltol.\"*"
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"author": "Reman Hyltol",
"message": "Reman had quietly followed the guards as they passed through, and into the gardens. The tall Aasimar looked lavish, as many would expect of a man of his station, despite the simple clothes. \n\nOnce the guard finished announcing his arrival, Reman took a respectful bow of his upper body as he had been trained to do since he was a little boy. As he dipped his head, his hair flowed gracefully with his movements. The strands of hair glittered like spun golden threads, matching his magnificent giant wings which remained folded against his back.\n\n\"Thank you for having me, Duchess Greydark.\" He soon raised his head again, straightening his back once more to his full height. As he did, the fringe of his hair naturally flowed back into its curtained style. \"It is an honor. I hope I haven't interrupted an important discussion.\"\n\nWhen he looked to Lioric, a joyful smile broke across Reman's usual stone-like features. \"Father.\" He said in an almost breathy way before he approached the older man. \"I'm sorry it took me so long, I got caught up with work and the trip took me a bit longer than usual.\" \n\nWhen Reman felt Darimus butt his head against his leg, he looked down to the canine, then to the Duchess. \"My apologies, would you prefer that I leave him outside the gardens? I'm so used to him being at my side that I tend to forget he's there.\" Behind the joy of seeing his father again, the Oathbound's eyes glittered with a hint of embarrassment, accented by a slight pinkish tint to his face. It could be assumed that the presence of Reman's father made him less guarded and secretive with his feelings, and so he was a lot easier to read while with him."
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"author": "Duchess Lilinnore Greydark of Hyburn",
"message": "As Reman entered Lilinorre's vision, the woman inhaled with a small gasp. Even Yevina would be jealous of how beautiful this aasimar was. The succubi's pink and white eyes widened with fascination and admiration of his beauty before offering a kind and welcoming smile. The closer he drew, the more easily Lilinorre could take all of him in- and when he bowed to her he still towered over her by many feet. \"You have not interrupted at all. In fact, we were just discussing your arrival in fact.\" Extending her arm out to a seat between herself and Lioric, Lilinorre was surprised to see an uninvited guest wagging along after the aasimar. Raising a brow to the beast, Lilinorre's eyes softened when Reman politely asked if his pet could stay.\n\n\"By all means.\" Eyeing the dog then back up to Reman, Lilinorre very easily picked up on the man's sheepish look. Her expression however, remained as bright as ever. \"I am no stranger to companions such as he, I have my own little friend lazing about somewhere out here.\" Looking around, specifically higher up towards the many well-kept trees around Lili's garden, the duchess soon gestured to a ball of fluff happily sunning itself upon a branch- a winged cat. \"Teddy has been mine for as long as I can remember. Its hard to stop myself from bringing him everywhere with me.\" Teddy roused for a moment after hearing his name, but upon seeing a dog below him, the winged feline chose to remain on his perch.\n\n_ _\n*\"It's so good to see you my son.\"* Lioric rose from his seat and quickly embraced his son. After all, it had been quite some time since the two had last seen one another. *\"Bah, don't be sorry. I am just happy you're here.\"* Taking his seat once more, Lioric took a moment to greet Reman's companion as well, offering Darimus a hearty heap of head pats and rubs. Soon enough, the servant Lili had sent off for tea and sweets had returned, resting the tray of delectable morsels down upon the table the three now sat at. Additionally, they set down a tray of tea and one extra cup for Reman specifically. \"Apologies for the wait, madam.\" Without another word, the servant disappeared once more to the outer gardens.\n\nNow that everything had settled, Lilinorre began pouring Reman a cup of tea. \"So Reman, tell me of your work- the Oathbound. I've heard stories but never from a member. Is it as cutthroat of a guild to get in to as they say it is? I hear many claim you have to be quite skilled as a knight or paladin to even be considered, let alone accepted.\" Eyeing Lioric as she spoke, it was clear Reman's father was quite proud of his son, a gleaming look in his eyes telling Lili all she needed to know about the two's relationship as a family. But it was mainly Reman Lilinorre was looking for the most part. It wasn't hard to tell she was captivated by the man. After all, beauty was oh so important to the concubus race."
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"author": "Reman Hyltol, the Gilded Warden",
"message": "When the two men parted from their embrace, Reman took the free seat and glanced down at Darimus who laid down beside the chair. Clearly he was relieved that the dog could stay at his side, and he did look up to Teddy when the Duchess pointed him out. The winged feline was certainly cute, even if the Aasimar wasn't much of a cat guy. \n\nReman patiently waited till Lilinorre was finished pouring test before he carefully picked the cup up, his hands cradling the warm porcelain. The feeling was immediately comforting for the soreness in his hands from combat, and a soft sigh managed to slip from him without noticing. \n\n\"I wouldn't say cutthroat, but it is very difficult to get the guild to look in your very direction if you haven't made your name known to them. I had been working for churches across the country for a year before they allowed me to try out. Thank Kamara and Viviana it only took me one trial.\" He looked to his father with a slight smile, he wasn't sure if it was the Gods on his side or it was all thanks to his father, but either way he was grateful. \n\n\"I'm very thankful to have the job I do. To use my gifts to help others is all I've ever dreamt of, and to do it alongside the people I've come to care for is truly an honor.\" He takes a sip of tea when he finishes speaking, and hums softly. Even his eyelashes caught the light as his glowing golden eyes fluttered open. \"This is amazing. I've never had tea like this before. Where might I find this? If you don't mind me asking.\""
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"author": "Duchess Lilinnore Greydark of Hyburn",
"message": "Resting her head upon the palm of her hand, Lilinorre listened intently to Reman's words. A faint smile remained ever present upon her lips, as she was simply captivated by being around a man of such pureness and good. The Oathbound were legendary, and here she was sipping tea with one. Delighted internally, Lilinorre was skilled at keeping her excitement contained. She had to be as a duchess, even if she was one of the more rambunctious and flamboyant in Findara. Quietly, Lilinorre's eyes darted from son to father. Lioric's pride was so clear on his face, it brought a warm feeling to the succubus's heart. In life, parents were meant to be guides into adulthood. She was glad to know that Reman had a good relationship with his father, just as Lili had with her parents.\n\nHearing Reman's inquiry of the tea, Lilinorre perked up as she inspected her own now half-empty cup. \"Oh! Bromwich! It's a small town just to the south of here. They have one of the largest apiaries in the kingdom if not the world and nearly all of theri goods are made with the honey their bees produce.\" Taking a sip of the bittersweet tear, Lilinorre's eyes softened at the taste. \"I wouldn't be surprised if I'm their best customer. I prefer their honey tea, but their mead is also to *Die* For.\" Waving a hand Reman's way, Lilinorre offered a smile his way. \"Perhaps you can accompany me to pick up my next order of their honeycrisp cakes and I can introduce you to the family who owns the apiary.\"\n\nIn the back of Lilinorre's mind, a voice was screaming at her to pray Reman would say yes, but the duchess did her best to push such childish thoughts back down. \"Only if your schedule allows it of course. Being an Oathbound no doubt means you're busy all the time.\" Taking another sip of her tea, Lilinorre paused. A curious expression befell her face. \"Now that makes me even more curious- have you formed an oath yet? What do they call it... A vow?\""
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"author": "Reman Hyltol, the Gilded Warden",
"message": "The Paladin listened very intently as she spoke of the neighboring town's sweetened goods, despite the lack of pupils and irises on his eyes, the rest of his body language was enough to determine in interest until he topic. How he leaned forward just slightly while facing the Duchess, and his occasional nod. When she suggested he join her for her next pick up, he tilted his head slightly with curiosity, nodding along again when she continued. \n\n\"I will actually be here for a few weeks so I have no exact plans other than a bounty I've kept my eye on in preparation to come here, so I would be happy to accompany you.\" He takes another sip of the tea. \"As for your question, I've formed a decent amount of Oaths. They can also be called Vows, but we officially call them Unbreakable Oaths. Each of us has a tattoo that binds us to our charge.\"\n\n\"If Bromwich's mead is as good as this tea perhaps I will have to buy a few bottles because this is divine. I can certainly see why you enjoy their products so much.\" There was a clear difference in the way Reman spoke of his work and of more casual topics, with the former he seemed a bit more formal, but with the latter he relaxed quite a bit. Even his soft Hyburn accent made an appearance"
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"author": "Duchess Lilinnore Greydark of Hyburn",
"message": "\"So are you currently bound to one? An oath?\" Lilinorre set her cup of tea down gently on the table between them, her full focus on Reman. The entire process of being an Oathbound was quite fascinating, but not something Lili could ever imagine herself falling in to. Nevertheless, there was an ulterior motive to her questions, a motive which only she and Reman's father were privy to. In the past year, Lilinorre had experienced a terrible falling out with a man she was once in a relationship with- one that was only using her affections to get into her family's riches. Being a duchess meant plenty were always looking her way, but Lili had genuine feelings for Tae...\n\n\"I suppose I'll stop beating around the bush.\" Eyeing Lioric with a nervous gaze, the ever so slight grin he returned to her only made her all the more anxious to even ask the question swimming around in her head. As a duchess she had plenty of guards, but Tae was different. Dangerous, even. Perhaps Lilinorre would only feel safe if someone's sole job was to protect her, like the Oathbound are sworn to do. \"I've had some... Issues with fearing for my own safety. My parents, my sister even all feel the same. A scornful-\" Sighing out of slight embarrassment, Lili continued regardless of the hot feeling growing on her cheeks. \"-*Ex* Has left me with little choices going forward.\"\n\n\"He used my affections for him against me to steal from me and my family, and I'm terrified of what he might do in the future.\" Lilinorre wrung her hands together nervously, her eyes unable to meet Reman's as she spoke. \"I feel like a fool for even asking, what with how many guards I already have. I don't even know if you're already bound to an oath as we speak, but Lioric gave me the proper encouragement to do so. Would you be willing to form an oath to me?\""
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"author": "Reman Hyltol, the Gilded Warden",
"message": "In response to her first question, he shook his head as he set his own cup down and placed his hands in his lap. He assumed her curiosity may be leading to asking for his protection, as he knew all too well that few wanted to admit out loud that they feared for their safety lest their hunter is close by. His observations were, to no surprise to him, rewarded with the confirmation. Still he continued to listen quietly as she explained the situation to him, once again giving her nods to show he was listening. \n\n\"I see. My apologies for how he took advantage of you, I can't imagine how you felt. I understand that you may feel more comfortable with someone to keep a closer eye on you.\" He nods again. \"I would assume you'd like for the oath to be taken as soon as possible, and I am happy to accept.\"\n\n\"With the wayshrines we should easily be able to get to Ardunon, do the ceremony, and be back rather quickly. Unless you would rather wait or have something after this.\" He looked to the sun briefly, simply checking it's positioning before returning his gaze to the flushed succubus. It was a shame a charlatan had fooled a woman like the Duchess, but unfortunately some individuals were far too charming or at the very least they were good actors."
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"author": "Duchess Lilinnore Greydark of Hyburn",
"message": "\"Funny you should mention having something else to do-\" Lilinorre let out a stifled laugh, happy that Reman caught on to what her intentions were. She had received a letter a short while ago from a Lazarothian noble woman, one Vierna Argith of Syvathere. Wishing to meet, Lilinorre responded with a resounding yes to the dark elf woman's request. It most definitely took priority as of current, especially with this catalyst business circulating. A letter still needed to be sent to the royal family, as Lilinorre did not wish to undermine them in any way be inviting a foreign noble to her home without them knowing. \"-I have a few things I need to square away before visiting the capital and partaking in the ceremony.\"\n\n\"Do tell, however, is there anything I should prepare for the ceremony? Do we exchange gifts?\" In an attempt to lighten the mood, Lilinorre wished to remove Taenaran from her mind as quickly as possible. Mentioning him, even thinking of him brought great sadness and frustration to the succubus's heart and mind. Being what she was meant many would assume Lilinorre would have any number of suitors, men and women alike and her choice of who to make her own. But contrary to what many believed about the concubus race, love was all Lilinorre wished for. To give it and to receive it. Her trust had been broken entirely.\n\nLilinorre rest her chin in her hand as her other idly spun a spoon in her tea cup. \"The business I have shouldn't take but a few days at most. How shall I contact you when I am ready to attend the ceremony?\""
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "There lies from dawn to dusk, a lowly man who wears nothing more than dark robes as dark as ebony and the twilight above in the void of space. Yet he wears a porcelain mask of tinted white ivory, having the aesthetic appearance of an aviary creature; the beak of a crow. He was merely on the side of the walkway, near the waters where he showcases his herbs, ingredients, and potions in full display for everyone to see. Neatly presented on a rough and tattered blanket. Beside him was a ridiculously large backpack that could easily be mistaken for a goliath's. All his necromantic gear are held within it. \n\nHowever, no one even dared to buy from him. From morning till evening, not a single soul. And it was the same as well in capital square and marketplace, he could hear it. The whispers of the cityfolk, of him being associated of something dark and evil for merely dressing all in black. Is it his fault that evil has corrupted the pure aspect of darkness? Nay, but it has been the victim of mortal morality and alignment. As such, he would judge those who whispered gossips, and those eyes filled with uneasiness and fear.\n\n\"***....***\" Even if the sun is setting upon the horizon of the ocean blue, he would remain in his place. Not moving an inch until he had sold an item to a customer. After all, he is honoring his late guardian. At least one sold item can possibly change the lifetime of a person. For that good of that possible individual, he will stay. Though he is not mad enough to sleep near where insects like mosquitos would pester him. Then again, he has nowhere else to go.\n \nHe needs to conserve coin to the next city destination. Traveling towards the far east could take a week, or perhaps a month. And someone like him doesn't have the coin to use any wayshrines. Financial Crisis at its finest. Graveyards are also a no-go for resting and sleeping since it would be fairly obvious if somehow the dead awoke in his presence.\n\n-\nThough that is for the future, for now, he must continue and wait. After all, in these moments, they are merely a fraction of a second to him. He felt longer times at a world beyond this one, and he still doesn't like re-visiting it in his dreams. Not one bit."
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"author": "Magnus Styrmir",
"message": "*Just down the dock, Magnus was having a conversation with the local dockmaster. One of the difficult parts of being a pirate is otherwise simple ship's maintenance. While for a common merchant it was rather easy to get a ship drydocked to replace important timbers, Magnus had a significant problem in the fact that his ship was once a warship in the Gantrick Navy, and most dockyards were understandably reluctant to provide refit for a pirated vessel, let alone one once part of the Gantrick navy. That would spark a whole firestorm of chaos.*\n\n*However, this was a case where his selective nature of Piracy payed off. Having not committed many crimes against Findara, he had garnered a bit of reputation with the people of Findara, courageously fighting against slavery. This helped him greatly as the populace often hid him while he was in port, allowing him to use Findara as a consistent resupply point. However, the dockyard masters were a little harder to persuade. In their case, it usually required a little bit of sham paperwork and a bit of coin to convince them to turn a blind eye to his activities.*\n\n*He walked up to the dockmaster, taking care to be discrete. He had a brief conversation with him before handing over a small pouch of coin. That completed Magnus turned and began walking down the street quietly, in the direction of Lawrence.*"
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "On the edge of his lens, he would find an individual slowly approaching his way towards him. \"***A customer!***\" He thought to himself, fixing his posture and making sure his available items are clean and pristine for Magnus to see and inspect. When the man was a few feet away from him, the alchemist began to speak in a raspy and demonic voice. It held an ominous and dreadful tone to it, with little hints of pained groans as he continued to spoke words out from his porcelain white mask.\n\n\"**Good evening, good sir. Would you like to take a look at my wares?**\" With some courteous mannerisms and noble etiquette, he tries to have at least one customer for this day. Hoping that this man would be the one to purchase his hard-earned ingredients and perhaps make his day a little more lively with one item from his most valued inventory stock. \"**These are all freshly picked from the wintery fields of Eastern Gantrick, and the wilderness of the wild forests of Findara. There are also healing and stamina potions, both minor and moderate in its effects. Easy to accommodate in pockets as well as quick usages.**\" Even if Magnus' attention was away, Lawrence will try to push forward until he notices him. For these few feet of distance can fade quite as fast as he approached and move away. Ignoring someone like him, but it feels different. This time, he will achieve his small victory.\n\n\"**For a sailor's sea sickness, I have honey to mend their nausea. Berries for a quick boost in energy for the body. As well as some adhesive for broken items.**\" One might notice that he sound rather desperate than evil..."
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"author": "Magnus Styrmir",
"message": "*Magnus slowed and turned towards the strange merchant. He looked over the individual and his wares, a slight attitude of suspicion visible on his face. Magnus didn't trust this odd shopkeeper, his grim outfit and ominous manner of speaking made him unsure about this merchant's intentions. Why he chose that outward appearance was beyond Magnus, but he felt it probably wasn't good for business.*\n\n*He next turned to examine the various wares, a little put off by the stranger's eagerness to sell him a product. He wasn't sure what to think in all really, but the wares at least seemed good. He examined in particular the health potions. It wasn't often that ships put up a fight, but the times they did he had to pay a good deal of money for doctors for his crew. Health potions seemed to be a possible way to reduce such expenses. He may have a noble cause, but money was still money.* \n\n\"So what do we have here?\" *He said as browsed.* \"Potions, cures, hopefully not any mislabeled jars of berry juice.\" *He turned to look at the merchant.* \"Seasickness cures, interesting. I can think of a few lubbers who could use those. So how much of this do you have, mostly the health potions. It could prove useful.\""
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "***Finally, a customer!***\n\n\"**I assure you, there are no jars of jam in my inventory. Unless you want to order a custom one from me, all you see here are made and hand picked by me. One of the freshest you would see in Findara's capital.**\" With excitement, he would move to his large backpack beside him to rummage all glass bottles containing remedies of potions in his stock. To which he would lay down several bottles ranging from small to moderate sizes. Half of them would have a tinted scarlet color, while the other half is a clear white fluid.\n\n\"**Here. If you want to purchase all of them, it is 8 gold. But, as a first time customer, you will only but these for 5 gold. No strings attached, you'll have your potions of health and seasickness.**\"\n\nIf Magnus would look carefully through the lenses of his porcelain mask, there would be a faint green glow from it. Having pupils that carries that of demonic heritage. Well with his voice, it was fairly obvious that he is really a creature from Infernum... Though at least that's what he wants to give impression of.\n\nAn idea popped out of Lawrence's mind, one that would give him an advantage of travel. And possibly, some excitement.\n\n\"**Or... You can give me passage to your ship. If by any chance that you may station yourself in the port cities around Findara, Lazaroth, Gantrick, Khisfire, or Alynthi, I could give these potions for free. And a temporary assistance to your ship. I am very sure that my usefulness can give you... A major advantage.**\" He sounded rather ominous to those last few words, as if the man is getting excited."
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"author": "Magnus Styrmir",
"message": "*Magnus stood for a second, closely examining one of the health potions. As far as he could tell, it was real, but it would be up to Franklin, his Ship's surgeon to for sure say whether it is or not. If the lot were real, it would prove useful to have more medical supplies aboard. He thought for a few seconds.*\n\n\"You're selling the whole lot for 5 gold?\" *He chuckled a little, still suspicious, especially due to the low price.* \"So what all is here, in total? It will make things easier writing things down for the Quartermaster to keep track of.\"\n\n*He thought for a few seconds about his request to travel aboard his ship. That could be very problematic. He usually only recruited trained sailors, and only then once he knew they wouldn't turn him into authorities the first. This, however, was a stranger. He was neither aware of who he had met nor proven that he wouldn't try to turn Magnus in. The last thing Magnus needed to do was let a security risk aboard.* \n\n\"I don't normally carry passengers. My ship is a ship of war, not a passenger liner.\" *He hoped to continue the illusion of being a Findaran navy captain he had adopted with the harbor master. Yes, the bribe was necessary to get him to not look at the paperwork too closely, but at first glance, he hoped he would be taken as a naval officer.* \"Passengers are a security risk, let alone the liability if you get injured.\""
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "\"**Ah, that is a shame. Traveling on foot outside the lands has become rather dangerous as of late. With bandits, thieves, monsters and wild magic running about, it is difficult to traverse through any of the kingdoms without any help.**\" The man would simply breathe out a heavy sigh with arms crossed. A hand placed upon his porcelain beak to which he strokes it with gentleness and care as if it was his own chin.\n\n\"**That got me thinking... Are you part of Findara's Naval Fleet? Or are you a Privateer? I've been here all day and you're the only unfamiliar face I've seen in the docks. Let alone, around the capital.**\" He gazes upon Magnus' eyes, seemingly rather curious. Though he wouldn't pry onto personal matters. \"**But I blame the large size of the city. With it housing a lot of magical folk. Perhaps including you, sir.**\"\n\nAn ominous chuckle would pour out from his lips, delivering a rather devilish sound by an already accompanying demonic voice. \"**Speaking of magical, do you know of any rumors of an artifact of a god? You know, the type that was forged from their very power? Their very flesh and blood? Before you ask, I am just curious. After all, this kingdom is abundant with magic.**\""
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"author": "Magnus Styrmir",
"message": "*Magnus thought for a few seconds about what he thought. He never heard of folks having difficulty traveling, with the wayshrines and all. The only real disadvantage was the lack of cargo transit. If there was a lot of bandits, well the sea wasn't much safer in that regard.*\n\n\"Well, so long as you don't have a cart or anything like that I'm sure you could take the wayshrines. Those things are a magical miracle. The only reason ships are still around is for cargo.\"\n\n\"My exact status with the Findaran navy is... \n Complicated. But it does involve combat with pirates every now and then. Not at all safe for someone who's never been to sea. And no I don't normally operate from the Capital, mostly from Crasmere.\"\n\n*When the man started talking about the gods and artifacts, he gave him a sideways glance. He was beginning to have an idea why he was having little luck selling potions. The man was probably a little mad.* \"I beg your pardon? I've seen a lot of weird stuff in my days, but never heard of someone taking one of the gods and making something out of it. I highly doubt something like that is even possible.\""
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "\"**It is... Possible. Though the very idea of it is heretical that it aspires to have enemies of every worshipper of religion here in Lucidien. No one would dare harm the divines, except perhaps only demons from Infernum. Though... Fortunately or unfortunately, I am either more or worse than them.**\" The masked individual would slowly shake his head as he moves down his face to look upon the wares in front of him.\n\nPicking up a potion filled with crimson red liquid, he would take off his glove to reveal a very scarred hand. A multitude of large scars that almost wholly encompases his palm, as if he was stitched together into different parts of flesh. \"**Now to your suggestion of wayshrines, I am afraid I cannot simply pass through there. People say that you see stars and twilight once you pass through. However, in my case, I see only incomprehensable spaces in between the cosmos of reality that tries to make a lick of sense out of anything. It was... A very messy first experience.**\"\n\nReaching to his pockets, he would grab a small knife and made a small incision on his hand with one swift motion. His palm began to bleed, perhaps too much. More than what an ordinary human would bleed for in such a small injury. The smell of iron fills the air, but was soon extinguished by the application of a small ounce of the red potion upon the wound.\n\nThe potion has already taking effect with the bleeding slowly stopping. Lawrence immediately placed a piece of white cloth upon it before equipping his black glove once more. Though strangely, there was not even a single wince of pain that came from him. Not even a struggle, he was purely emotionless through the process.\n\n\"**As you can see, the potions I make are authentic and real. There is no need for you to be quite suspicious of its contents. Though if you want to further investigate it, then be my guest.**\""
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"author": "Magnus Styrmir",
"message": "*Magnus was at first merely confused by the strange potion seller, but now he was convinced the man was mad. All this talk about the gods and the possibilities of them being injured sounded a lot like a few less than stable individuals he knew himself. He doubted his madness compromised his products. To be honest that might be what it came from, to many hours working with various magical chemicals.* \n\n*He reached into his coin purse and pulled out the 5 gold agreed upon. He placed the coin on the table, an odd mix of different denominations from different kingdoms, but in total worth the five gold coins agreed on. \n\n\"I've never heard of that happening before,\" *He spoke, skipping over the slightly disturbing talk of heresy and seeking godlike power,* \"Perhaps a sea voyage isn't the best idea for you either, if that is thecase. While it isn't staring into the void, landlubbers can have difficulty adjusting to the rigors of sailing life. A warship is far from comfortable for most everyone aboard. Then you have the risk of battle. Even if you walk away scratch free you don't entirely escape the trauma. Some folks can handle it and continue onwards, others have to go home, and live with that pain the rest of their lives. I am, however, interested in the potions. Here is the price you set.\"\n\n*After thinking for a few moments, he threw a couple extra coins his way.* \" I'll send a few men to pick up the potions, although if we find that some of them are less than expected, we will demand retribution. And another note. If you really do need to leave town in a hustle, find a armed caravan if you are worried about bandits. Hopefully that extra coin will cover the costs of their protection.\" *The thought also crossed his mind. Perhaps some fresh, non-alchemical air would help his sanity recover. Obviously whatever was in these bottles, he did not want to be around when they were made.*"
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"author": "totalwartitan",
"message": "Magnus: Sir this is a Wendy's."
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "For a moment the man was quiet, as if contemplating the words he had heard. Placing a hand upon his porcelain mask, he would gently lift it up and placed it right beside one of his wares. Although, his face still remained veiled in blackened darkness as if Magnus was staring at the abyss. In a second, a couple of demonic green pupils would appear bearing a dim glow to them.\n\nUnlike before where his voice was raspy, deep, demonic and seemingly ominous, this time it was different. Quite the opposite of how he sound like when he wore the mask. A sweet angelic voice that could easily be mistaken for that of a siren's voice. Like ambrosia for hearing, it was like listening a benevolent being. A compassionate and caring individual. Though by the his tone that he seems a little young. \n\n\"**I trust your words, Sir Captain. I am not a man who can live out in sea and ignorant of the risks and dangers of a warship. If you are going to battle, then it is only fair of me to stand aside and let you do your duty in protecting the innocent life of this land.**\" Picking up the few pieces of gold coins, he simply inserted it inside his robes and patting it lightly a few times. \n\n\"**I'll wait for them to arrive then before my departure to Khisfire. You will not need a retribution. If you see my potions as unfit, we can always negotiate. Though an armed caravan...**\" For a moment, his body would moderately shake as if excited by something. Though with one slap on one of his pockets, it immediately stopped. \"**... I'll have to think about it.**\"\n\n\"**Before you leave, are you going at war again? I may at least help you with your endeavors by giving a Blessing.**\""
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"author": "Magnus Styrmir",
"message": "*So it was a youth behind the mask, or so he sounded. Magnus honestly couldn't tell what the fellow was from his face. Either way it didn't change much.*\n\n*He nodded when the stranger mentioning protecting the people of the land. With how most governments, including this one, viewed him as a pirate, it provided a sharp contrast to his actual activities at sea. Yes, from a legal perspective they might be considered piratical, but freeing slaves, burning the slave ships, and bringing their owners to justice was certainly a form of protecting the innocent. And yes, he did target other ships as well, they were all enemies of Findara. If it wasn't for pointless diplomats keeping the kingdom from recognizing what he did on a daily basis he would be hailed as a hero by more than the common folk who heard his tales. But alas, the life of a common pirate had been given him, and he was to live it to the fullest.*\n\n\"They should arrive later today at the latest. They will have handkerchiefs with this bear on them.\" *He pulled out a black cloth with an intricate design of a bear on it. His flag. While he never directly mentioned anything, if Lawrence was knowledgeable about the tall tales the sailors told each other he might have heard something about a bear-flagged pirate who freed slaves and put corrupt captains to justice.* \n\n\"That won't be necessary, thank you though. My ship will be in refit for some time, so it will be a while before I go to sea once more. It has been a pleasure doing business, perhaps, fate willing, we will meet each other again.\" *He tipped his hat in a measure of respect, and continued down the walkway to continue the business of getting his ship repaired.*"
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"author": "Lawrence Silvermoore",
"message": "With his introverted nature and fear of his appearance, he wasn't able to have the pleasure of hearing the tales of sailors and the like. Though from the intricacies, detail, and design of the handkerchief, Lawrence would immediately knew the symbolism behind such design. Or at least, mainly part the main symbol that bears the mark of the bear. \"*A Gantrickan...?*\" He kept this thought only to his mind, although there are various races present in Findara, the mark of the bear is usually preserved under the kingdom of the north. Henceforth, making the alchemist concluding that Magnus is a shapeshifter.\n\n\"**Farewell, Sir Captain. Tell your comrades about me should they need of any ingredients, potions, or poisons in their service.**\" As Magnus went away, he went to grab and wear his mask once more. Waiting aimlessly for another customer to arrive. Beside him, a transparent figure of a ghostly apparition would slowly emerge from the side of his body. Dark whispers flowing through his mind. \"**Good idea, let us rest in one of the slums. I highly doubt anyone there would care much to someone like me.**\" \n\nSoon, the evening night came in to settle. Sounds of celebration and merriment could be heard in the local tavern near him. Drawn to it, Lawrence would peer through a small slit hole to watch everyone having a joyful time inside.\n\nAlthough tempted, the man retaliated to watching further. He will not be a part of them, or any of them in that matter. The goods has been given earlier, the deed is done, it is time to rest. To prepare for another journey tomorrow."
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"author": "Jacob Bernreute",
"message": "Jacob Bernreute was far from home, Findara was a land he had never seen before, he could have never foreseen the wonders of Fae Thyseer, or the vast sprawling plains and fallows of Findara. The food was strange, there was too much fish, and the sights were strange. He could never envision such a world from his family's donjon, leaning out of the wooden ramparts and staring past the small stones that was the Rothenau estate. Norheim was nothing but an isolated hamlet compared to Ardunon. Even Varilion was challenged by the splendor and size of Ardunon. In those bleak days of mugging winter travelers outside of Berwick with his knightly Uncle with nothing but a knife for only a few coppers seemed far behind. \n\nHe couldn't stay in Alynthi, it was too dangerous at the moment, a dishonest life could not be maintained there and peddling trinkets and baubles brought no money. Like in Norheim and Rothenau, he had to move on. It was the life of an exile. His uncle didn't make it as far as he did, now with nothing in Alynthi, Bernreute went east. Somewhere between Berwick and Brerith, he hitched a ride on the back of a Yeoman farmer's horse cart, then he did it again, and again. He eventually reached the border of Alynthi, walked through Thyseer and saw the fae kingdom. By the time he saw Rosewall, he was able to get onto the back of another wagon. There he kept traveling east, passing village after village. Findara was vast, home to the strength of industry. Unlike in Norheim, the land was wet and open, prone to flooding. Only Alynthi was second to Findara in the output of iron and copper. Then, there was the sea. It was the first time in the man's life that he saw the open sea so closely, vast and restless in a wet and rainy land. It was wild waters, with floods of tritheneas beyond.\n\nHopping off his final wagon, he saw the gates of Ardunon, a city that swallowed the surrounding land. The Alynthi exile was certainly a sight, a man dressed too simply and too conservatively. He was dressed in worsted wool, dyed a mild grey, a buttoned tunic and hose of the same cloth. From his shoulders was a fine woolen hood and mantle, dyed in a rich scarlet and softly embroidered with a white floral motif along the hem. Adorning his head was a simple coif of bleached linen and a wool cap. To any city burgher, it was the dress of a wealthy and old peasant man. But heavy along his waist was a girdle and sword belt. It was a true piece of craftsmanship, an old but cared for sword, made of good steel, broad and strong, warped in a scabbard made from thin goatskin, dyed white and red with another floral motif running its length. Along with its sister dagger hanging from his other side. It was one of the few things of value he had inherited from his Uncle, along with his armour, a heavy and tightly tailored affair of iron mail that could cover a man from head to toe. All of his worldly belongings were contained in a wicker basket slung over his back. It was there Jacob found some respite, paying for a warm shave and bath. It revealed both the small lines of age and wear running from the sides of eyes and the boyish shape of his face. For as beautiful as his mother was, time was beginning to become unkind to the man.\n\nThe city of Ardunon could not be understated, it was a world port and home to one of the greatest states in the world. There was opportunity to be found here, opportunity to be seized. Thankfully Jacob had been prudent, it was his good work that managed to net him a full purse that could sustain him for many months if was frugal. Perhaps he could sign on as a mercenary with doubtless the many men of war and conflict now armed with his inheritance, the life of an adventurer was dangerous, but could be worth it. Or even another position as a clerk would suit him, it was safe and consistent at least. But still, his eyes wandered to the tall houses and palaces of the city. It hadn't been since he was a boy that he had been in the court of nobility, then again that was merely his father's own and in Norheim. But, certainly the chance was there, or so he hoped. \n\nHe wandered the city, finding himself in a hole. It was crawling with rats and the scum of the earth, sailors. He shuffled in, bearing himself against the mass, a mug of cheap swil, a sour and foul smelling alel, he settled in. Gambling was organized here, while he may not have fit in, there were more than a few who were willing to play a round of dice or cards, of whatever flavor may fit. The evening progressed, Bernreute, his belongings kept close to his side, played on a small stool and table. He won hands and had some losses, only gaining a thin margin of overall wins. His opponent shifted over, and a young woman appeared, a fair younger than Jacob himself. Jacob sat straight and nodded, well groomed and somewhat dignified, he certainly was an unusual sight in a dockyard gambling house."
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"author": "Yang",
"message": "*Indeed as far from home as one can get is Yang. Far, far from the desert sands of Knisfire. Especially in this place; by the sea and the endless view of the water. Swapping the endless dunes of brown and cream sand, to those of blue and white of the water. But at this crossroads, is it any wonder why anyone is here? Such a large port is used for a crossing and trading area for almost any purpose, from good, honest work and trade, to the lowest and most degenarate forms of living. If it can be imagined; it can be found here by the shipyard, and always for a price. So it is not a surprise this man had found himself in such a place, especially considering the method of travel. It seemed he was looking for far off places and he found it. Even if half by accident. Though one could make an honest living in this capital rather easily, even if it involved hard work. Far too many were interested in the method of getting rich quick. At this port, it was an access to nearly all the other kingdoms, and there was always those looking to hire shipmates and crew\n\nThis of course led to the rather... Unpleasent atmosphere of the shipyard. The rain drizzed docks stinks of fish, there is the constant shouting of workers, cries of pain, beggers and rag and bone men trying to earn coin, the propositions of whores and organised crime in every single pocket. It would be very unwise for honest, especially wealthy, folk to travel without guard, or at least without a keen eye and a hand on their metal. To others however; this is home. The smell of oiled wood, creaking of ship timber, stores and cargo of every item known on the earth and the water mixing with sea brine. It was a comfort to know that there was always money to be found. The excitment that any next taken voyage contract could mean a fortune or doom. The unknown was here to be claimed. But it required a strong stomach, and an equally strong will*\n\n*It is curious then that this man enters such depths of the gambling house. As if the ship yard was not enough- the den proves the most cut-throat. Many sailors would gut men like a fish over a broken promise. Mixing alcohol and gambling, was well as low light in a cramped space... Well... It is a place where utter scum dwell. The lost, the foolhardy, the criminal. There is no law here. No honesty. The \"House\" Itself is made of old wood and a stone floor, both covered in sea water, alcohol and whatever else may get spashed about. The entire air is a mess of smoke from countless pipes of tabacco. There are maids endless going from table to table to serve drinks and... Other services. The noise is almost defeaning, shouting, fighting, laughing... Fortunes won and lost in a blink of an eye. Some by bad hands; others at the tip of a knife. \n\nSo of course when an elderly man, finely dressed and clearly of money walks it, it takes many by surprise, and may gain the ire or interest of others. He must be careful to keep a hand all times on his coin purse and to watch where the dice fall... Luckily, he seems good at both. Making small winnings through the course of the evenings. Not too bad, better than most in their first time here \n\nSo then we come at last to where he is. Now face to face with a young woman who has taken her place to play. A half human by the looks, with thick jet black locks of hair falling over her shoulders, and eyes of the deepest blue. Her fair, youthful face marred by a scar over one eye, yet luckily the eye retains vision. What is more obvious however is the slave brank on the back of her right hand. A hand which is already shuffling cards. To her lift is a rather large mug of the \"Ale\" That is served here. Though to give it that name is placing it higher than it deserves. The stuff is like nictric acid in strength, and on drinking a gulp; one would feel the sensation similar to being hit on the back of the head with a rubber club*\n\n*Though it is cheap, and it gets you drunk very quickly. Therefore it is popular. Though for this woman, dressed in a simple leather coat and a cotton white shirt, a smile comes easy on her red lips as she regards the older man. \"Well, you're new here I take it? Your clothes are...\" She tilts her head, as if trying to find the right word. \"Interesting. Yet you carry steel and not iron? A rich man indeed. I would be careful in who you play with tonight my friend. Speaking of which; cards or dice?\" She asks in a soft, polite voice*"
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"author": "Jacob Bernreute",
"message": "Jacob took a careful sip of the ale he had, it was warm, room temperature if perhaps stored near a hearth or fire of sorts. It was uncomfortably warm, a murky brown-orange, maybe leaning towards black. It tasted about as sour as it looked, it was low quality to say the least, made from bad barley and poorly distilled. Jacob quickly took the mug away from his lips, as his face briefly contorted and his lips pursed. He swallowed hard and then recovered as winced. He could firmly say right then and there, that Alynthi ale was far better than the piss they had in Findara. To serve such a thing should be a crime. \n\nHe saw the young woman, in a leather coat and light cotton. He recognized her immediately as a woman from Khisfire. The last time he saw a man from khisfire was on his Father's estate, his uncle dragged him off of his horse, and beat half his teeth out before he surrendered his purse. Afterall, the Norheim grove was quite close to the border of Khisfire, their merchants were not an uncommon sight there. If nothing else he could sympathize with being so far from home. He wouldn't have been surprised if the weather was disagreeable with her here. She didn't seem like a merchant's slave, nor would a slave find themselves alone in a shanty shack posing as a gambling house. She's freed. But then it occurred to him that she was a sailor, a woman sailor and a freed slave, which was something very novel to him. A half human wouldn't have fared well in that sandy hellholt. Along with a large scar. Bernreute started to piece together a story behind this young woman. He couldn't imagine she was very lady-like despite her amicable appearance. She seemed to regard him as old, not older but old. Perhaps the years did take their toll on him, traveling rough for so long could only destroy one's body, and he was gaunt too, Bernreute was not much of an eater. It bugged the man slightly, if only for a moment.\n\nJacob then seemed to focus his attention onto the lady. He didn't seem particularly bothered about the violence, the scantily-clad loose women that made their professions here. It was if he had seen this song and dance before, it was neither relaxing or stressful for him. Neither too unusual or routine. If nothing else he seemed guarded and possibly a conservative player when came to dice and cards. He simply adjusted himself in his stool and spoke in a respectful, low voice that hinted at a country noble, certainly a foreigner and a man from Alynthi. His words were a bit slow, as if he was still thinking as he spoke. For as little as she did, she certainly was very inquisitive, if for very good reasons.\n\n\"It will be a game of cards,\" He gestures to her shuffling a deck, \"It would be convenient. But, yes I am a foreigner, and so are you, you seem to be from Khisfire, I know your kind, and you are a freed slave as well,\" He mused. \nHe ignored the comment of his clothes and went on with his musings, \"But I am not a wealthy man by any means, miss, I am dispossessed through no fault of my own. The sword and scabbard was inherited.\" \nAs he watched her shuffle cards with his own dull silver eyes, his left hand, a small signet ring bearing an almost unknown coat of arms on his pinky, tapped the table.\n\"May I ask your name, young lady? And what might be the wager?.\""
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"author": "Yang",
"message": "*The ale indeed was a complete crime to sell or even make in any respect. It was probably made from the chaff the farmers rejected and made in very poor, and likely unsafe conditions. The \"Normal\" Ale in this land that one would find in a proper tavern would be a lot nicer. But it is true, it would pale indeed to those found in Aylnthi. This ale however is for sure an aquired taste. Most drinks start tasting better the drunker one gets, but the prospect of this drink ever tasting acceptable is extremely slim \n\nThe woman in front of him doesn't seem to care for her status as a previous slave, not wearing any gloves or making an effort to cover up the \"Sash\" Brand on the back of her hand. The language, if he knows it, would simply mean \"Danger\", a brand given to a slave marked as violent and troublesome to owners. Likely this would cause even worse conditions during her time as a slave. The manner of her freedom however of course is unknown at the moment. Though considering the brand, her clothing, the place she is in and her likely role as a sailor may compliment his prejudice that she isn't lady-like. Though this of course would be in sharp contrast to her hair and face, both well done up and taken care of, clearly she wants to show she is a young woman, rather than what some women sailors do in making them appear more masculine\n\nThough her features are not done to the extend of the other women here. Wearing basically nothing, or vibrant colours of worn dresses to highlight what they sell. Clearly a profession well in hand, as there are many in this hellscape of thieves. While the air outside smelled of fish- at least it was fresh air. Clean from the sea wind and fresh. The air here is like a poison fume. The amount of smoke makes it hard to gain a proper lungfull, and causes vision to be poor, the smoke even stinging the edges one's eyes. \n\n\"Freed?\" She asks with a laugh. \"I doubt they would see it that way, but I will take the compliment however\"*\n\n*She finishes shuffling the cards, and if he was perceptive; she wouldn't cheat and shuffle them fair and well before dealing them, a hand to both of them. \"The wager? How about that fancy ring for my emerald necklace? I like a good trade. What say you?\"*"
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"author": "Jacob Bernreute",
"message": "He peered down at his signet ring, it was a small thing of silver, another possession of his uncle. It wasn't worth much really, it was a smaller wager. Still it was the signet ring of Bernreute. His uncle insisted on wearing it still, the few letters he signed were always stamped with it. Jacob remembered that he was near-sighted, he would ever hunt with a bow or crossbow, he couldn't hit anything if he tried. He always hunted with a spear, and only a spear. Jacob remembered when was no older than the lady in front of him, his Uncle would also insist he held his pair of spectacles to his face, a collapsible wooden thing with two poor quality lenses that needed to be held up. He would always take the utmost care when folding and sealing a letter, he would only use the barest minimum of wax, always a scarlet stick of good quality. When he pressed his signet down, it was only enough wax to barely make the impression of his arms noticeable. A six pointed star on a plain field. There was pride in the simple nature of their arms, the Bernreutes would have never compromised to change such an ancient symbol, not even a minor scion of their line could sacrifice their arms for a better marriage.\n\nHe then looked up to the collarbone of the lady, then to her dainty and nimble face. His eyes then to the necklace, it was worth more than his signet, certainly, if that emerald was real, and it seemed so, it looked well cut and fine. He highly doubted that the lady acquired it with honest or legal means, but that didn't exactly matter. He narrowed his eyes slightly, he saw the glinting jewel in the dim candle light and considered her offer. It would fetch a good price, he could use more money really, it was always needed. If the worst happened, he could try to buy back the ring. Or perhaps he could follow her, knock her over the head, or put a dagger into her shoulder, drag her away, take everything of value and dump into the port. She was a sailor, no one would pay too much attention, except for maybe whatever crew she was running with, if she was with one at all. Although committing a murder on his first day in town was a bad idea. Worse if she fought back, if she had survived in her profession, she likely was not easily. It wasn't like he could don his armour and gut her in open combat with his sword and shield. \n\nOf course, it was clear that the Alynthi couldn't read Khisfire script, it was completely unknown to him of the exact nature of her brand. He was only educated as an Alynthi scribe, his knowledge of any Khisfire script was effectively null. But he could deduce that she was not so meek.\n\nHe blinked slowly in the smoky haze. The smile lines near his eyes becoming more apparent. Her hands and fingers were deft as she shuffled the cards. Hard to say if she was going to pull a trick to him. He glanced around him in the crowded and musky gambling house. A nude young woman led away two drunken sailors and passed their table. A few more were passed out on benches or the stone floor, some were fighting outside, then there was the smell of urine. It seemed that both men and women relieved themselves inside and out of the establishment, soaking into the sparse straw that covered the stone floor. There he showed a tinge of discomfort. He ran his fingers across his chin, feeling a hair already growing back in.\n\nAfter his pause, he spoke, \"So be it, seems fair,\" He then changed his topic again, \"Say, why are you here in Ardonon? I'm no crimp, you won't get press-ganged, I'm simply interested.\" It was clear he was making some small talk to ease the game a bit."
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"author": "Yang",
"message": "*She watches him look at the signet ring. Her face expressionless, but her eyes bright and keen as they watch him look down, watching the look in his eyes and the expression on his face. The ring didn't look like it cost much, but there is value more than currency, which is evident in the ring judging by how he is peering at it, obviously he is thinking back to times he used it or when it came to mind. Her eyes never leave him, even as he looks up at her. But it's clear he is not looking directly at her, but rather her necklace. Is this indeed real emerald? Or is it painted glass? Without better light or a proper appriasal, it is hard to tell. Especially in this poorly lit, smoke filled dungeon of depravity that they find themselves in. If it was real- it would fetch a modest price for sure. Not anything fortune worthy, but a gemstone is always in good market and one could live well for several weeks from the selling price. If it was fake... Well, perhaps a few copper at least. \n\nWhile she is thinking he is looking at the value of the necklace- she has no idea his true thoughts are filled with dark, malicious intent. Murdering a young woman for monitary value? Well, one cannot call themselves a good person after considering such an idea, and it is good indeed she doesn't know of such things, for surely she would fight back. He isn't wrong in thinking she would have it in her. After all, a dangerous slave, now freed and working as a sailor, or worse, a pirate? For sure it would be a tough fight \n\nThe scenes around them however were honestly shambolic- and she pays them hardly any mind. Eyes flicker between the nude woman, the fight and the other patrons. But her expression holds no interest. Its more than likely she is used to such sights. Perhaps she has been here before, or to places like it. Finally however, she deals out the cards. It seems they play a simple game of 21. The higher pair wins, the person can request another card- closest to 21 wins*\n\n*But if they go over 21, they lose (we can just roll and whoever rolls higher wins?). After dealing the cards face down, she responds to his question. \"I follow the work. I hardly even look at the destination of the ships anymore. Sometimes away weeks or months, I like the surprise of seeing land and not knowing where it is. Keeps things fresh. But you? You look like a man of means, what brings you here?\"*"
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"author": "Jacob Bernreute",
"message": "Jacob was dealt his two cards by the lady. Drawing the two sheets of coarse paper close and face down on the rough table. His hands were clean, and notably soft looking, with long, boney and nimble fingers. His eyes shot downwards as he peered at his count as lifted the corner of his cards, it was a very favourable position, unless she drew very high of course, even in a game mostly based on luck, it seemed that he could perhaps press further. He looked towards her, he couldn't tell of her position, but it seemed as if she was confident in her position. She looked at him with sharp eyes and a blank face, he couldn't seem to get a read on her. \n\nHe shifted again in his seat, looked behind him briefly and then back to his wicker basket, a hint of a mail mitten and sleeve peeking out of a woolen throw. \n\nJacob gave a thin and flat smile as he began to speak. \"Well, it's the same reason you have come to this port and town. I follow the work. Coming to Findara seemed like a good option and Ardunon seems to have many areas that I may apply my trade to.\"\n\nThat was true enough, she seemed amicable enough, perhaps better to speak to than a local. A sailor might have a better idea of opportunity than a man so far from his home. If he had to guess she may have frequented this port before. \n\nHe tapped the table, and the young lady passed another card and he took his count. It was 19, not great at all. Jacob tempered his thin smile. He couldn't call another draw, it was simply too much of a risk. All he could do was wait for her to act."
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"author": "Yang",
"message": "*Like him, her hands were spotless. Which is surprising given where they are and presumable she has been here longer than him. Also indeed her life as a sailor, but her hands are unblemished and soft looking, aside from the brand. Either she washes them constantly, or uses some kind of magic to keep them clean. She turns over her own cards. Her expression of course remains unreadable. Though, unlike him, she has been delt a raw deal. Even if she is very lucky it is most likely she would lose. \n\nBut indeed it was hard to get a read on her. On one hand she seems conversational, pleasent even, friendly and ladylike. On the other she has a slave brand and is a sailor in a course gambling house. A hard read for sure. \"Here for work?\" She replies with a light look of surprise. \"And what is it you do? Too well dressed to be a rag and bone man, but why would a wealthy merchant come to a place like this? Your trade; tell me\" She asks with clear interest in her voice \n\nShe looks at her cards for a moment, she drew low. She takes another card, up to 15. She debates taking another or leaving it. She narrows her eyes before drawing and... Damn! A king. She is over 21 and bust. She lets out a low growl of frustration and drops her cards upside, letting him see her loss.*"
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"author": "Atticus Xelnore",
"message": "When was the last time that he had been in the city of his birth? More than 4 centuries ago he walked the streets a member of high society, a peerless young man who had the entire world promised to him. 3 centuries ago he was quietly studying the most profane and dangerous artifacts he'd smuggled home during his time with the mages order. 2 centuries ago he had ignited a poor courier in the dead of night near the very docks he stood upon who just wouldn't give up the package he held. Even then when Atticus opened up the box he came to find that it contained a collection of personal letters rather than the eldritch artifact he had been searching for and that he'd simply gone after the wrong one. How embarrassing!\n\nSuch a history in a place like this. One of hubris, blood and fire. Which begs the question as to why Atticus Xelnore had finally decided to return to this place. Settling a score with an old rival? Following a lead on his eternal quest for immortality? He planned on burning down a quarter of the city just for a laugh? The answer was shocking simple. \n\nHe just wanted an apple fritter.\n\nSpecifically an apple fritter made by his absolute favorite pastry chef who happened to finally earn enough to move out of his small town to open up shop in the big city of Ardunon. Atticus who had frequented his shop so regularly that he made detours to his village just for more sweet treats had made his way here as quickly as he could. And with that done it was time for him to go.\n\nThe old mage stood at the harbors edge. It was far past the accepted time for ships to dock meaning that he had the luxury of enjoying the view of moonlight over calm waters undisturbed. In his hand rather than a ball of fire he held one of the many sweet treats he bought, his other hand holding a bag containing all the rest, and was quietly enjoying himself.\n\nOnce he was finished he fully planned on getting back to work. There wasn't much in Ardunon that he didn't know about it and aside from the pastries, the only thing it had for him would be old memories he'd be quite glad to forget. For now he'd simply wait at the harbor for a ship and simply 'convince' the crew to take him somewhere else. Atticus had found that a man can become incredibly persuasive when they can sink a crews ship with a simple flick of their wrist. \n\nBut he'd have to wait a while, which was fine by him. After all, who in Lucidien could possibly ruin a night like this for him?"
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"author": "Vilem Hase",
"message": "The docks weren't a place that Vilem Hase usually visited, in fact he rarely left the market district these days except to commit his murders, but something had drawn him there that evening. Tired grey eyes swept across the shipyard, the fading quarter moon providing enough light to illuminate them and bring out the blue undertones of his steel colored irises. He wasn't sure why he was out following such a strange feeling he couldn't explain, but he continued to follow it through the shadows. \n\nWhen he spotted the figure of an adult male standing by one of the many docking points, long fuzzy ears sprung from Vilem's hair and swiveled around to check for other people out of habit. When all that he heard were the waves crashing against sand and stone he relaxed some, rather than get rid of them he decided to fully take his humanoid animal form. The golden rabbit felt a familiar itch as he watched the figure, and attempted to shake it off as he reminded himself that two kills in less than a week would draw too much attention. \n\nEven still the conditions were perfect. It was quiet, fairly dark, an unpopulated location with plenty of ways to dump the body once he was finished. Unlike his usual prey, Vilem had to take into consideration the possibility that the man on the docks was a spell caster and carefully crept closer. As he stalked through the shadows he grabbed the knife he always kept on his person, and curled his fingers around the carved hilt. As he got closer he noted that he was definitely taller than the other man by no more than a few inches, and he was a bit thinner than himself, leading him to believe that he could probably overpower him though the threat of magic continued to make the rabbit wary."
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"author": "Atticus Xelnore",
"message": "The old mage felt a shiver run down his spine as the salty, cold air of the dock swept past him, using his free arm to keep his hat from blowing off his head. Although, with the hand itself already holding the bag of sweet bakery treats it proved to be little help against the gale as the black hat flew free into the air. Xelnore, already chewing on one of his apple fritters, was able to swallow enough to be able to speak the his spell aloud followed by the snap of his fingers. Before the hat could get too far, Atticus's __Mage Hand__ had already caught it as it floated in the air before carefully floating its way back to Atticus. The old man breathed a sign of relief.\n\nHe tossed the last of his donut into his mouth to now free up his hand as he turned to grab his hat from his mage hand when he saw the figure of a man that was alarmingly close to him. \n\n\"H-Hmph?\"\n\nHe muttered in a short moment of surprise, nearly choking on his apple fritter. It was rare for anyone to get the drop on Atticus Xelnore. Forget the fact that they were clearly armed, Xelnore was already jaded enough to people attempting to take his life. He could have turned to see some defenseless orphan, cap in hand and he'd still have the same reaction. Whoever this was they were clearly more than a standard cutpurse.\n\nOn the topic of thievery too, Atticus, despite the earlier observation, was convinced that's what this was. A robbery. An old man dressed the way he is all alone on the dock, you'd have to be a true fool to pass up on a chance like that. It amused him, the thief thinking he was a defenseless old man. Xelnore believed that the man was underestimating him, however in truth it was Atticus who underestimated the danger he was in.\n\nRather than slinging a spell, a threat or even a greeting Xelnore held up a finger to the thief as though politely asking for a moment to which he finally finished what he had been chewing, letting out a satisfied sigh.\n\n\"Dreadfully sorry, it's been quite a while since my last mugging so I'm a bit rusty with the formalities behind this\"\n\nHe explained as he turned to fully face the man. He couldn't help but be surprised by his appearance. Not the rabbit ears, mind you, it was interesting but Atticus had seen plenty of that kind before. What did catch his attention was his attire. A well dressed older man in a dress shirt and tie. The kind that you wouldn't take a second glance at if you passed him down the street. Atticus had to take a visible double take to make sure that he was indeed looking at a weapon in the mans hand. Was this truly a thief? If they weren't what did they want? Were they an assassin sent to kill Atticus? The sorcerer had many enemies but how could they know he was in Ardunon? He hadn't been here for more than a few hours?\n\nCurious he decided to entertain his hypothesis that this was a thief. A very unusual thief but a thief none the less. \n\n\"You'll have to forgive me, I spent the last of my coin purchasing these\"\n\nHe gestured to the bag he was holding. A blatant lie, he didn't spent a coin to get these and he had a small bag full of more on his waist in the event he actually needed to spend it. Then, opening up the bag he took a look inside.\n\n\"Let's see... There's about 3 mo- no 4 left in here. Still pretty fresh, this should be sufficient I hope\"\n\nHe stated as Atticus, in the process of being potentially robbed, held up the bag of pastries before the blade wielding man as though it would be sufficient payment."
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"author": "eggo1317",
"message": "The sky was on fire, a belt of sherbet orange breathed as though by a dragon's maw sandwiched between its facsimile on a horizon of saltwater and an oncoming raspberry-to-lilac, fading-to-blackberry-indigo taffy ribbon that wouldn't look as though stars were effervescing from its black center for another hour. Cirrus clouds like upturned feather veins of cotton candy tickling the roof of some heavenly mouth, the entire confection was the delight of sailors the world over and a good omen. There was some truth to the old adage, predicting the weather. Would that there were similar methods available for *Women*.\n\nOne of them, at least.\n\nIsmae's white-blonde hair caught the last vestiges of direct sun as she elbowed through the inn's door, the left side of it braided loosely back across her ear and down in fishbone style across her left shoulder-front. The remainder loose and catching a blowsy wind that it never quite settled from as she wended between bodies toward the bar, the tunic she wore tucked into black leather breeches billowed slightly at the waist where the flare of her hips might have been minimized if it weren't for the toolbelt clinging, threatening to slide right off but unable for its 'perch.' Lop-sided for the hammer on one side, it was respectably worn, aged, and well-used and cared for. Trim boots to her knees blending with the trousers, it was her human features that garnered as much or more attention as her ship-borne swagger but as she stopped at one end of the counter she was met by the bartender... Who apparently knew her on-sight. \n\nWith her toolbelt on, she wasn't staying – she was there on business. And as she braced palms forward on the bar's edge, she said something the bartender had to lean in to hear, ask a question about, and receive her shake of the head in negative before he straightened up and pointed. Eyes silvery white with the barest hint of phantom green-red-gold nuanced into the dim lighting, followed the direction before a hand withdrew to her belt and a coin was placed on the counter with her thanks.\n\nOn her way over, petite though she was, Ismae had little trouble navigating the crowd who were, for the most part, sitting down to supper (or, more likely, getting a head start on drinking themselves under the table for the night). She had the air of someone who could *Motivate* People to move if she were in the mood or, perhaps, had in the past and owned something of a reputation the closer to the shipyard someone decided to dine. She placed a hand on a shoulder in passing only once for familiarity, but it was a certain crowd of old-timers it seemed she knew well enough – the more transient types tended to pay her little mind but for where theirs momentarily went if half-human-looking types were the sort of thing to attract them. \n\nStopping shy of table-side, the faintest twinge of an eyebrow indicated some thought or other in surveying the man. Not dislodged if there were others he was with she'd spend a brief, interim second inventorying before returning sightline to the one whose description she'd obviously been given.\n.\n\n\"You are zhe one drydocked at pier five?\" Heavily accented voice was throaty and aerated as though it had been run over a grater and lost an octave for the experience. Self-assured, the tone said it wasn't *Really* A question about where his boat was, but more a statement that she needed to speak with him *Regarding* Said boat. \n\nIt wasn't the briny scent cutting the bare minimum of odors off unclean bodies, or just how many there were crammed into a space where pillars to hold up a second and third floor were some of the main features for having to be bolted down that scored her eyes with an undertone of non-fuckery. Some once \"Artful\" Netting pinned up in one corner drooped in neglect, dusty and faded with time, and behind her the scent of brown gravy on half a chicken passed with a waitress – she'd wait only so long. And if there was bullshit to cut through..? He could get his news from someone – literally *Anyone* — else. She had work to get back to."
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"author": "Magnus Styrmir",
"message": "*Magnus tried to keep to himself in the tavern. Staying low wasn't the easiest thing for him, being as large and noticeable as he was. But what was more of a factor, and one of the reasons he preferred smaller harbors were the rumors that inevitably accompanied him wherever he went. Folks turning to look at him briefly, then turning to their pals wondering if he was who they thought he was. Nevertheless he gave no clear answer to their wonderings, and kept to himself, eating some mashed potatoes and stake in a back corner of the room.*\n\n*Normally Magnus was a fairly social fellow. Even if he never really told folks who he was, he would still chat and be friendly with folks. Often he would go about town with sailors from his crew, although he himself never drank. But alas today he had simply been tired out running back and forth, as his ship's repairs were almost completed. It's not that he didn't want to be bothered, he simply was to worn out to bother talking to folks.*\n\n*Thankfully he would be able to put to sea again soon. The weather was turning foul, but where other sailors turned grim at the sight of an oncoming storm, Magnus was pleased to have the fortune of fowl weather. His family had long been tied to the sea, and his skill in maneuvering a ship through wind and tide was unparalleled, especially at the command of a ship like the **Wolf's Glory.** He felt the sea breeze come through an open window, providing some relief from the smell of the tavern, and sat backwards, beginning to relax for the first time that day.*\n\n*Alas, his break would not last long however, and as the working lass inquired as to which yard his ship was in he sighed a bit as he sat up straight. Nevertheless he was still open to a bit of conversation, and responded respectfully.*\n\n\"Aye lass, that would be my ship you're looking for. News from the dockyard I assume?\""
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"author": "eggo1317",
"message": "If Ismae recognized the man, it didn't show either in a clinginess in her eyes or a sourness of her disposition. She was stoic, *Aloof* Even. But as he sat up lips that hadn't quite closed managed it for the *Lass* And some short internal debate was had – she'd been born on a ship and sailed ports across the known world (and a few unknown places of refuge for those on the water in need of one when the legality of their goods was in question and pursuit was nigh). Some she'd forgotten, of course, after fifteen years' absence in the trade, but others she'd picked up under new employment. The minute rise of her chin set her eyes to a low angle.\n\n\"Eet eez not your ship I am looking for but you – zhe skirja-herder you 'ired to do your work 'as used insect-wormed boards to support zhe starboard side of your ship,\" Not admitting how long she'd known they were rotten, \"And I 'eard shouting an' saw your main listing in zhat direction. 'e eez probably too busy unfucking 'is mistake to come an' find you but I zhought you ought to know.\" That was being optimistic – more likely, there was a cover-up in progress and the business owner was scrambling (and losing) to keep his client from being any the wiser.\n\nNo one's *Messenger girl*, Ismae had walked down the dock to the pier when she'd heard the shouting to watch the old snake who owned that particular pair of berms flounder. If it hadn't been for the young, teenaged apprentice he had attempting to reset the snapped braces low against the side of the ship alone she might have... And then told the owner of the ship to find a more reputable and *Reliable* Shipwright in future when the damage had been done (at the shipwright's expense). The business Drec had passed to her either couldn't or wouldn't take on repairs presently, commissioned for new builds as it was, but by her tone there was obvious some murky, if not bad, blood between her and the man he'd hired. \n\n\"I 'ope your potatoes were good,\" Said after a pause of seconds, then turning to maneuver her way back through the crowd toward the door. If he left himself not long after, he'd see her pick up speed at the end of the street for some reason.. And then blink out of sight altogether. \n\nThe teleportation spell had been instantaneous and it was soon apparent why – there wasn't just shouting now, but screaming.\n\nSliding down the berm after reappearing out of nowhere, Ismae began drawing the *Wall of force* In a hemisphere over the boy who was likely dead whether she lifted the ship off him or not – the boards had fully given way and the beams used to brace were as good as matchsticks, though the only portion of the vessel fully on the ground was the rudder and aft keel, better bracing groaning ominously near midships. As the entire ship began righting itself, she stepped closer and.. Closer.. Shaping the wall into a wedge at the narrow side that lifted the ship off the ground again."
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"author": "Magnus Styrmir",
"message": "*Magnus put down his fork after hearing her news. He sighed deeply, before slowly beginning to stand up.*\n\n\"Thank you lass for letting me know. If you must excuse me...\" *He began to speak to the lady, before noticing her vanish, and hearing the screaming. He rushed to the door, and noticed the swaying masts. Recognizing the masts, he scowled. \"She wasn't wrong\" He muttered to himself before taking off at a sprint down the road, shouting at some of his crew to follow him.*\n\n**Arriving at the scene, he looked around briefly. He saw the lass he just spoke to attempting to lift the ship with magic. He admired the effort, but knew that she wouldn't be able to get the ship very far by herself. He shouted orders to his crew, which had begun to arrive in ones and twos. Leading the way, he grabbed a heavy cable and began climbing some of the still hanging scaffolding, a couple other sailors following behind him. Reaching the top, he left over to the ship, steadying himself on the slanted deck. He fastened the rope to what was left of the ship's mizzenmast, before throwing the other end of the rope to a sailor at the bottom, who began running it up to the top of the dock's wall.*\n\n*He leapt off the ship, the other sailors following suit. He saw some of the crew at the top of the drydock, and a number of proactive passers-by. He shouted a single order up to them.* \"Heave like your life depends on it!\" At that command the sailors began to heave the ship, inch by inch. It was long and hard work, but he hopped it would by them enough time to get some proper cranes hitched.*"
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"author": " -- eloise t. aikatherini",
"message": "*With a quick slide, she had moved past the crowd of people. Eloise had always loved to go.. Anywhere really. So, she had always made sure to put her safety first. And that safety, being this inconspicuous cloak. She had always been pulled aside for it, for it used to be solely made of linen and she was easily seen as suspicious. But she had embroidered its edges with sage green in an attempt to rub the allegations off. It worked, for the record.*\n\n*It was at the point in the capital where time would stop, at least in her eyes. When the streets begin to hush down and the sky starts to gleam a little brighter, that was when you know you've reached your destination. That was how the Aikatherini family found places, which occasionally worked. Standing now in a desolate alleyway, she stared at the antique pottery shop. At first glance, it didn't seem like much. Through the windows it seemed pretty dull. But when Eloise opened the door and the smell of that familiar paint washed over, it was farther than the truth.*\n\n*Making sure the sound of the door closing behind her rung, she finally entered the shop. Her hand traced the unfinished pots, walking deeper into the store. She could hear the wooden wind chimes clanking against each other, another way of the shop saying hi to her. Her eyes had begun to wander farther than clay smeared shelves, closer and closer to.. \"ELOISE!\" A loud crash had interrupted her exploration, flinching at the sudden noise. It was a voice that could be only owned by an elderly, it had come from a door beside the counter. **\"Ezra?\"** She chirped back, hearing the noise of a wheel spinning from inside aswell. **\"I hope I'm not late.\"***\n\n*Eloise opened the door, peeking inside with a cheery smile. There it was, Ezra's workshop. It had a few little elves running around being taught by him. \"Yes, you are. You know how I hate that.\" Eloise awkwardly smiled, **\"I know.\"***"
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"author": "Niles Haran",
"message": "*The smell of the city near evening was a strange mix. Food frying in cast iron pots, the dust stirred up under the cobblestones, the scent of horse's sweat and man's labor. Smoke wafting from chimneys. Each and every smell found its way to the nostrils of the small brown-speckled gecko perched on a sandstone wall of the same color, unmoving in the fading light of the evening. Niles's courier shop had closed slightly early that day - there were some things one needed to prioritize over the operation of his mail service, and proper casing was a task that could never be neglected.\n\nVertically slitted eyes darted about as the hours passed, noting each and every person that left the Aikatherini manor, identifying each servant as they exited by name and face. Elwyn, the scullery maid. Gunnar, the stablemaster. Each had been carefully penned down in a sheaf of ever-growing records stashed within the walls of Ethan Pedron's courier shop. The Aikatherini family themselves were quite distinctive, of course - fire-red hair was an easy feature to track even for someone not accustomed to the practice. Rumors had reached his ears that one of them had been sneaking out and roaming about the streets, and for Niles, such a rumor was too valuable to pass up.\n\nA secret tryst might yield some valuable leverage over the family if he ever needed a quick escape - with cover broken, each and every resource he could gag with a threat was necessary and useful. Noble families tended to care a good deal about their reputations, and that could be exploited for his benefit. As the sky's rosy color began to fade, a lock of fiery hair concealed beneath a hood embroidered in sage lining clued him in as to the identity of the latest person to exit. A woman, by her gait. Likely Eloise, the daughter, but there was little confirming that yet.\n\nAs Duke Kalev had so often said, the mind of a spy must be open to information and closed to assumptions.*\n\n_ _\n*Finally, he moved, slowly slithering down the other side of the wall to find a quiet space, out of sight, to return to his humanoid form. The watchful eyes of an ogre-faced spider trailed the woman as he broke line of sight, feeding images into his head. Directions were not far behind. She was clearly new at concealing her form - distinctive features like a set of embroidered edges marked her as a noble attempting to pass herself off as a commoner, and the disguise she had chosen did not mask her figure or change her silhouette as much as it needed to. \n\nUnder the back door of the fletcher's shop he slipped, a predetermined quick-change location. The small mud room was closed, private, dark. The brown-speckled gecko grew in form, clothes and golden hair blossoming on what had once been scales until a local face, Ethan Pedron, stepped out of the fletcher's shop with a smile, recognizable to the passerby as the messenger they all knew, in a gray peddler's cloak, with staff and leather mail bag in hand. Through the eyes of Squint, he knew where the fire-red hair was headed, and at some distance, he found her in amongst the crowd, following as if he was simply making another delivery. \n\nProfessionals had many reasons to be in a single place.\n\nOn the wall, Squint disappeared without a trace, reappearing under the cloak of the courier, on his shoulder, concealed for the moment. Through the streets and alleys they went, the red-haired quarry and he, until her steps took her to an alley he knew well. Every street was mapped, of course, but he'd delivered letters to Ezra the potter for years, and the cheery man knew him well. She entered rather conspicuously for someone attempting to hide, but there was little for it - and after she entered, he kept his ears open. Eloise, Ezra shouted. It was her, then, the daughter.\n\nHe waited for a heartbeat, then two, then opened the door himself.*\n\n_ _\n\"Ezra?\" *He called as the bell rang above him, a small smile on his face. Niles was a lean man, with a weathered face that seemed to be forever smiling. His hair was the color of golden straw and fell to his ears. Crinkled eyes of a cloudy gray-blue peered around the shop, finding most of it as it had been. He wore tough, simple work pants of beige cloth, and worn-out boots of brown leather. Under the gray peddler's cloak was a dusty brown tunic. Almost as soon as he had entered, his eyes fell on Eloise, and he straightened up slightly, the veneer of surprise neatly in place on his face.*\n\n\"Oh, you've got guests.\" *His eyebrows shot up his face as he inclined his head to the lady in question.* \"Sorry to intrude...\""
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"author": " -- eloise t. aikatherini",
"message": "Her ears had instinctively perked up in the presence of another voice, quickly reaching to grab for her hood. \"Ezra?\" A male voice called out, one that was most certainly not one of someone she was familiar with. \"Ah, you're finally here. 'Least one of us can arrive on time.\" Obviously it was aimed towards her, whether serious or not, a deep hearty laugh escaped the frail man. Mordecai (the old man) let out a groan as he stretched his mouth, showing off a few gold teeth before approaching the mailman. Gently passing through and making his way behind Eloise. \n\n*At least he isn't a total stranger to him.* He sounded *Alive*, human and most importantly kind. That was enough for her personal standards. In suit, her shoulders dropped slowly. She had to even let out an involuntary sigh of relief, which she quickly covered up with a cough. \"Oh, you've got guests.\" *Dear. He's so polite too.* Eloise's eyebrows briefly knitted together, disappointed at her own cynical ideas.\n\nEloise took a deep inhale, turning around to finally see the mystery man. \"Meet Niles.\" Emeralds peeked through their ginger locks, scanning the man before itself. Tired grey eyes, worn out locks of blonde and a slight smell of *Paper* On him. *The all too familiar smell of a post office.* It would be weird to just stare, \"No, no. I apologise.\" *For assuming you were even any sign of threat, seriously, was he alright?* \"I am Eloise. Eloise Aikatherini.\" A freckled hand emerged from the old cloak, pushing aside some of her long locks in the process. There was no sign of scarring, since she was always so keen on wearing gloves when outing. This time however, she didn't wear them. It was hard to convince her father she was going to the market if she had picked them up, no?\n\n_ _\nAt the corner of Eloise's eye, she could've sworn she saw his once scrunched up face beginning to beam with excitement. One that was similar like a child with a brand new pet. \"Ahem. Mm. If you're done with your introductions.\" He barely croaked out whilst trying to maintain his stoic demeanour, attempting to hide the blatant enthusiasm. Extending an expectant hand towards the man."
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"author": "Niles Haran",
"message": "*She seemed to instantly freeze, like a doe sighting a hunter - it would spell her doom if she was being chased in earnest just as quickly. A wince, cringe, or sudden movement almost always drew the eye of a pursuer, and she was making herself obvious as someone who was not supposed to be out and about in the streets of the city. Fire-red hair, a distinctive embroidering on the cloak, and a scared demeanor? She stuck out like a sore thumb.*\n\n\"Just finished most of my deliveries. Heading back home, I had one for you on the way.\" *He shrugged, a cheery smile on his face as he answered the man. His thoughts lingered on Eloise, however - confirmation was not so easily gained by first glance. There were details that an illusion could repliate, and he was well acquainted with the intricacies of illusion magic. Physical contact was one of the ways in which an illusion could be detected, and as she reached out her hand, he reached out to reciprocate, masking the test with a polite smile.*\n\n\"Ethan.\" *He greeted her, inclining his head in a nod. There seemed to be no illusion - at least, the shape of her hand matched the boundaries of it that he had felt - and she had given away her real name. He wondered for a moment just how sheltered the girl had been if she would give away her real name and surname - instantly identifying herself as nobility - while trying to pass as a commoner. She didn't speak like one either. The accent was much more refined, there was very little slang - and the way she repeated the name smacked of high birth. \n\nEthan Pedron chose to politely ignore that, and Niles already knew. As Mordecai cleared his throat to but in, he acted as if he was suddenly remembering his business, popping his head up quickly and rummaging through his bag for a letter. The brown leather was worn from years of use, but had never failed him yet. Tanned well, thick enough to keep trucking, and well-maintained, it was his livelihood in one accessory.*\n\n_ _\n\"Here you are.\" *He handed over a sealed letter that bore a simple red smudge of wax, a wince on his face.* \"It's from Jonathan - probably not what you wanted to get, but he paid me, so I've got to deliver. I heard from him that the price of clay's going down, though, so he'll probably be able to slam you a little less hard on the bill next time.\" \n\n*As he looked around the shop, his eyes snagged on a pottery wheel left out long after its time - two wheels set side by side.* \"You're usually done by now, the kiln's off.\" *He remarked, rolling his shoulder to ease an ache.* \"Just cleaning up?\" *His eyes traveled curiously to Eloise, wondering if she had anything to do with the change in schedule.*"
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"author": "yakolicious",
"message": "Was honestly so excited to see the ping"
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"author": " -- eloise t. aikatherini",
"message": "*Ethan.* She repeated in her head before pulling away from the handshake, greeting him with a gentle toothy smile. Revealing her unusually sharp canines with no malicious intent, which was another unique trait in the Aikatherini clan. Despite her initial doubts, he was pretty trustworthy. Though, she couldn't help but feel curious as to why he hadn't mentioned his last name, *Perhaps something like that was personal.* It clearly wasn't to her, since she just gave it away like that. *They are just words.*\n\nOnce their little greeting was over, Ethan had begun to dig into his worn out bag, skilfully pulling out a crisp letter. \"It's from Jonathan - probably not what you wanted to get, but he paid me, so I've got to deliver.\" Eloise turned to watch the transformation that was Mordecai's face. The words had slowly translated into his ears, triggering a slow shatter of the mask that was his stoicism disappear from his face. *Disbelief.* At this point, you could tell that whatever Ethan was saying, he was disinterested with it, no longer wishing to even keep the formalities.\n\n_ _\n\nCrossing his arms, he let out a sigh of frustration. \"I'm going to make 'im pay every cent. Ion care.\" His accent bled through like spilled ink on a piece of parchment, snatching the letter.\n\nEloise looked towards Ethan, a crinkle forming on the bridge of her nose as she observed him. \"You're usually done by now, the kiln's off.\" Her eyes darted to where he had just mentioned, \"Ah, he's done for the day. I am to receive my clay.\" Her tone had shifted one would use when speaking to a child, gentle with a hint of understanding. As strange as it'd be, she spoke like this unknowingly. It was just a tone she picked up from her late mother. Turning to the now bothered owner, Mordecai let out a grunt in response. Quickly ducking behind his counter before hauling a large sack of clay onto the now bent wooden surface. \"This is manageable, yeah?\" *Not like I have a choice, now do I.* Despite her internal conflict, she offered a sympathetic smile. \"I can try, you may take your rest if you need. We'll be out of your hair in a few.\"\n\nApproaching the clay, she had only now realised the reason why he had asked that question. *Thought we were making some progress, Mordecai.* It was about from her head till her waist, which at first wasn't so bad, since she didn't *Have* To hug it. But oh, was she wrong. Cracking her knuckles, she decided to embrace the large sack first, attempting to drag it off of the counter before lowering it onto the floor. It was working, until it reached the lowering part. Instead, a loud thud was heard, her sandalled foot being crushed a little too hard. \"Goodness-\" She hissed through gritted teeth, pulling her foot away from the weight. Eloise ran a hand through her ginger locks, pursing her lips together as she tried to ease the pain through rambling on mentally. \"I'm alright.\" She suggested *Lightly*, trying to acknowledge the fact she didn't forget he was there."
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"author": "Niles Haran",
"message": "*The canines were an interesting trait. She looked the part of an elf, but perhaps there was a shifter in the family at some point - or else, perhaps he was dealing with a vampire. Teeth were very little to go off, but there might have been another reason she was sneaking off at night. Perhaps he'd simply caught her in the most innocent of her endeavors, and once in a while, she feasted upon some poor commoner or thief she'd caught in the streets. The pieces he'd uncovered so far fit - the extreme jump could have been because of her fear of being outed.\n\nStill, Niles's easy smile remained on his face as he played the part of Ethan Pedron - there was little reason for the courier to be putting together webs of conspiracy from his little shop near the palace, nor was there reason for him to suspect any foul play. Ethan Pedron was a simple man, of course, and had no ambition to go snooping in anyone else's business.*\n\n\"Funny that you say that - he was just saying the same about you.\" *He chuckled, nodding to the letter.* \"That's the clay bill this month, I think - if you don't cough up a copper or two soon, I might be back with a more strongly worded one.\" *There was little he didn't know about the goings-on in town, especially when they involved townspeople that sent letters back and forth through him. He often didn't even need to open and re-seal the letters - a small conversation at each end told him what he needed to know more succintly. Often with more subtext.*\n\n\"Oh, that's nice. You sculpt?\" *He asked in a conversational tone, polite and businesslike. Good conversation was to be made simply by watching and hanging around at the end of the day in a warm room, talking to his neighbors. As Mordecai hauled up the gigantic lump of a bag, there was very little doubt in his mind that the woman wouldn't be able to lift it if she wasn't a vampire - so as she dropped it, he mentally checked a box - either she was an excellent vampiric actor or a normal elf.*\n\n_ _\n\"Oh-\" *He made a half-motion as she slipped, as if he was reaching down to help but couldn't get there in time. Drawing in a hissing breath through the teeth, he winced in sympathy for her foot.* \"Ooh. That's got to hurt.\" *He shook his head in the process of bending down to haul the sack up and onto his shoulder, hefting it with no small amount of effort. Mordecai was a stronger man than him - but he'd walked mile after mile with a heavy load. This would be no different than delivering a package. Large, heavy package though it might be, he could do it.*\n\n\"I'll take care of it.\" *He offered after the fact, a flash of a friendly smile in her direction carrying him forward towards the door.* \"Where were you heading? I'll only charge you half price for this one, I sort of volunteered for it.\""
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"author": " -- eloise t. aikatherini",
"message": "Mordecai let out a snort, the only kind of acknowledgment the poor man had gotten after the big reveal. He had walked off in anger, the audible sound of some scribbling . *Isnt that swell.* Now she was stuck with the man she had humiliated herself in front of. \n\n\"Ooh. That's got to hurt.\" Eloise let out a chuckle, letting a cheeky response slip. \"You speak to me?\" Making an extra effort to show that she was joking, she offered a playful grin. \"I'll take care of it.\" He replied, flashing a friendly smile in response to her own. Letting go of the clay, she lifted herself up from her hunched over posture. \"I'm not sure- It's quite the hike. I don't live in the city.\" She awkwardly chuckled, her lips pursing into a straight line. She wasn't kidding. *Plus, my father would be concerned with how often she was bringing some guy back home.* \"But.. It is your job.\" She didn't mind the dust, so she placed her thumb nail in between her teeth. Her eyebrows knitting together in thought.\n\n\"..I'll only charge you half price for this one. I sort of volunteered for it.\" Eloise's nibbling had stopped instantly, her elfish ears had its movement broadcasted by the small jingle of her jewellery. \"Really?\" Eloise smiled, gently taking his hand and shaking it. \"Thank you!\" Of course, it wasn't free. But it was *Half* Off. Any discount was a discount. *Especially* When it was so generously offered. *Perhaps she'd cook for him when they got back. It would be pretty late by then.* Taking her hand off of him, she gestured for her foot. With his assistance, she was able to free her foot with a small grunt. \"Thank you Mordecai!\" She greeted him goodbye as she walked towards the exit, gently placing a small *Tip* Inside of the jar right beside it. \"I left you something in the jar, I do hope you enjoy it.\" Eloise opened the door for Ethan. \"Seriously, I appreciate it.\" Eloise smiled, draping the hood over herself once more."
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"author": "Niles Haran",
"message": "*Niles's shrug was a bit labored, given that he was currently hoisting the bag of clay upon his shoulders, but it would do in a pinch. One shoulder moved up and down as he brushed off the concern at what a long hike it was. Clearly, it wasn't a long enough hike that she wasn't willing to make it - but that was Niles the spy talking, not Ethan the courier. There were other reasons, of course - her being out of town would triple his fee.*\n\n\"I hike for a living. A discount is no problem.\" *Plus, out-of-town deliveries were triple the usual fare - so one silver, five copper at the end of the day, after discount. He grinned at her, hefting the bag as comfortably as he could, making sure it sat on his shoulder with minimal trouble. Of course, it was heavy, like carrying a sack of flour to the marketplace or a bag of potatoes, but no more difficult to seat. The bluff she was enacting was a little too thin for him to really expect her to lead him anywhere out of town, but if she was going to lead him to a hideout or another little secret bolthole, she could be his guest.*\n\n\"Good night, Mordecai - I'll see you tomorrow!\" *He called back into the shop as they both exited. There was no doubt in his mind he'd be seeing the potter soon. The bill had to be paid, and though he tended to grumble, he'd never been behind on his payments yet. Helped along, he thought to himself, by the gracious tips of a noblewoman who perhaps unused to telling how far a single gold coin would go.*\n\n\"Oh, no, it's no problem at all.\" *He shrugged.* \"I'm all done with my deliveries for today - and you looked like you were struggling. People help me out when I need it - the least I could do is help someone who needs it, if she does.\" *That hood, he thought, was an atrocity against the very act of sneaking. There was so much more to be done when hiding in plain sight...*"
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"author": "uss_yorktown",
"message": "I think it should be good for the moment! Up until they actually reach her house. Then we can move to the channel."
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{
"author": " -- eloise t. aikatherini",
"message": "The pair left the building, only to be greeted by the chill of the oncoming night.\n\nAmongst the quick feet rushing to return home, if you listened closed enough, there were audible noises of a soft hoot echoing Ardunon. The call of the owls, the favoured curtain call of nightfall. \"Dear, we must get going.\" Acknowledging the sound she had begun to pick up the pace. With quick haste, she guided him through the crowds of wool and linen. Despite the fact she wasn't the *Proudest* In her disguises nor navigation skills, there were many other things she was much more capable of. At the moment, there was the one that she had decided to show to the stranger. \n\nWhen the crowds lost its density, when the streets had fallen quiet and the evergreen that once measly peeked from the cobble stone paths grass filled the floor. She *Knew* She was alas, *On the way home.* \"Cmon.\" Lowering down her hood, she tucked her fiery hair into a neat little ponytail. Which wasn't little, since she had *Quite* The volume in her hair. \"Hope it isn't 'no problem at all'.\" Quoting his earlier words, she dug her sandals into the path before following its lamp'd route.\n\n\"You know, the kids who live around this place light up the path.\" Eloise remarked as she jogged alongside him, surprisingly, not too out of breath yet. \"There's this one kid, passionate about magic, he had once lit up this entire path *All* On his own..\" Eloise had let out a sigh, small 'happy' wrinkles had formed around her emerald eyes. \"I wonder, what are you passionate about?\" Eloise had a joke planned in her head, of course, covering up a polite giggle before even finishing. \"Well. Of course, other than mailing letters. Though, no shame if you do like it.\""
},
{
"author": "Niles Haran",
"message": "\"It's a little early to call me dear, isn't it?\" *He joked, the grin of a cheery courier still upon his face as he followed her through the city's streets. He knew them like the back of his hand, had traveled them every day - and the path ahead was very straight, very familiar, and very full of hustle and bustle. It was taking them back to her manor, as he had expected. There were very few points along it that he did not know.\n\nAs she tucked her hair into a ponytail, he waited, lugging the clay along on his shoulder as she wrestled with the voluminous curls. Like flame spilling over marble, he thought briefly - she could have passed for a fire Genasi if someone had only seen her hair rustle in the street. He shifted the lump of earth from one shoulder to another, making sure he wasn't tiring himself out on only one side. It was his job, but that made it no less tiring to tote the bag - not that he would ever admit it.*\n\n\"His name's Peter, isn't it?\" *He asked, recognizing the child in her story - a thatcher's son who turned out to have a good deal of magical talent. His father was saving every penny to send him off to the Mage Hands with enough coin in his pocket to buy books of magic for his education. Though he could do little but conjure lights now, he could become a powerful man in the future.* \"Edwin's son. I heard it from his father. He's proud as could be.\"\n\n*She seemed to take genuine pleasure in the sight of children on the path playing - at least that counted for her in some degree. There were seldom any points of relevancy to whether or not someone had a good heart when one was gathering political leverage, but a tendency to help those in need was leverage in itself. A simple trap, a disguise as a beggar or an old man knocked down in the street, would likely catch her in its grasp as easily as stepping on a spider to crush it into the floorboards.*\n\n_ _\n\"Passionate?\" *He repeated for a moment, eyebrow raised. Niles knew what he truly had a passion for - the game, the knowledge and advantage that came with pulling one over on an unsuspecting mark, the brutal slips that he could push a political opponent into, the sense of danger that came with each assassination.* \"I'd say I'm passionate about people.\"\n\n\"When you deliver as many letters as I do - fair amount of packages too - you get to see a lit of highs and lows in life.\" *He explained.* \"A son getting married, a cousin coming to town, presents from a daughter far away. Then there are the sour parts. Bills every month, like Mordecai. Notices that you're behind on your payment. Threatening letters. Once, I delivered a live adder to a woman who had broken it off with a man who couldn't let go - luckily, I killed the thing with my walking stick before it could bite her, but it was a close thing.\"\n\n\"Then...\" *He hesitated.* \"The letters that really matter. I used to deliver letters that notified parents ttheir son had died in Dazvaz up until last year. Letters that told families that their father was gone forever. Those sorrows, and the birth of a grandchild, the joy that comes in a letter from ones you love. When the war ended, I had such an influx of them that I was rolling in gold for months.\" *His face was a mixture of wistful and peaceful, a gentle sort of remembrance.* \n\n\"To see all that is really something.\""
},
{
"author": "yakolicious",
"message": "YO the length is chefs kiss"
},
{
"author": " -- eloise t. aikatherini",
"message": "Well, that cheeky remark woke her up. \"PFFT-\" With a few twitches of her shoulders, a full blown huff of laughter had escaped Aikatherini. At times she'd forget that she was speaking to people who *Would* Be around her age. Of course, *Literally* She was much more older. \"Well, my apologies, *Ethan*.\"\n\nDespite her earlier thoughts of testing him, she decided to not speak of the 'notorious root.' Most of the time, when people hiked or walked here, they *Always* Tripped over that particular *Root*. It was just a thing she believed in, that *Nobody* Could avoid it *Unless* They knew of it. And well, *He walked right over it.* Eloise wasn't the type to jump to conclusions. She liked to weigh her options, like how perhaps he just had delivered a lot of packages along this route. So, she'd keep her suspicions on hold for now.\n\n*'His name's Peter, isn't it?'* With newfound interest, her head quickly turned to look at him. She found herself wide eyed, curious at the recognition. He got the story completely correct. \"You're right.\" She chuckled, with a slight meaning behind it. Shortly looking back to the path ahead of her. \"Our little fire starter.\" She smiled the thought adoringly, the way a mother would at the sound of her child earning an achievement. \n\n\"Woah.\" Was all Aikatherini could let out after his words, staring at the crunching leaves that had become the only sound for the fleeting silence. She had allowed his words to seep into her mind, along the way she had subconsciously slowed down to listen to him speak better. Meeting now at the same pace as him, walking parallel to him. It was apparent, there was *A lot* Of sincerity in his speech. It was not that she didn't think alike, it just felt *Refreshing* To hear from someone else.\n\n_ _\n\n\n\"You know,\" She cleared her throat. \"You'd make a great writer.\" Eloise placed her hands behind her back, basically staring at him as she spoke, she had *Some* Faith in her muscle memory. \"I suppose it's just the way you speak, it's.. It's immersive. Can't help but feel touched here.\" She snorted, controlling her immature chuckle. Which, for the record she was aware of. \"Though, with what you've told me.. A mailman seems much better.\" They had took a left turn and in short, revealed ."
}
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{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He floated down as he rested her onto the sand"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She laid down onto the beach, amazed with Bill's powers.* \"Thank you Bill.\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "\"No problem dearest.\" He looked up at the beach he didn't know how to feel- he had a big titty Genie near him"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"Dearest? Are we already into the flirting and everything?~\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He looked at her \"Oh I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable I just don't know your name"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"Izura Otimo like I introduced and announced myself as former genie. You didn't make me feel uncomfortable at all\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "Oh I'm sorry my dear. I forgot you did.\" He smilied trying not to make the air tense for them"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"It's quite alright. So we're at the beach, wanna go swimming or something?\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He snapped his fingers as they both seemingly changed into swim suits as he then tackled her into the water"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She tried holding in her laughter but failed and laughed as she got tackled and tackles him back*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He was know pushed under the water as bubble came up )consent?"
},
{
"author": "cookie_788",
"message": "Okay good to know didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable\n\nWelp your turn then"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "His hand would've came out of the water grabbing one of her breasts as he made a air bubble underwater"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She blushes a very heavy blue as she moans, picking him up from the water.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He gasped breathed seeing his hand he immediately let go \"I'm so sorry izura'"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"No no... It... Its fine I..\" *She holds his body, hers now pressed against his.* \"I liked it\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He turned red \"Y-you did-\n\nHe slowly wouldve grabbed it again"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She grabs his back and leans into his touch, moaning again but slowly, quietly.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He turned red \"D-do you want to try umm sex?"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"I don't wanna try it... I wanna do it with you\" *She grabs his collar and begins tongue kissing him, moaning.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He yelped as he was kissed but didn't fight it as his other hand immediately grabbed her ass"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*They were now on the shoreline, where the water washes upon them, moaning as she continues kissing him, her tongue wrapping around his as her body grinds against Bills.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "As he was topped he squeezed her thighs as his hand moved to her entrance as he got hard"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She grinds some more, her breasts squished and fondled up against his chest, lips still curled around his as they were about to make love*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "As he was pinned he slowly took her swim trunks (whatever they call em for girls) off as he rubbed his covered cock against her entrance"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She rubs her entrance against his pelvis, moaning, tongue still licking around his and his lips, getting his rod inside of her.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "It slowly went in as he gasped feeling her insides as he kissed her tongue wrestling with her"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She thrusts and undulates her body against his, her wet folds felt heavenly even amidst the waters.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He didn't know how to react as his dick throbbed with pleasure as it went deeper"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She bounces a little faster and harder ontop of it, huffing as now she was taking a break from kissing him.* \"You're so big~ more, deeper, harder my love bill~\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He slowly grabbed one of her tits immediately sucking on it so he covered his moans as held her thighs pushing her down a bit each time"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*Unfortunately she couldn't cover hers and begins moaning loudly, gasping as her breast was sucked on.* \"Please keep going~\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He kept shoving her down as practically his entire length was inside of her as he kept sucking harder each time as he held her ass his eyes looking up at her as he got closer to his Relase"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She would huff, panting and puffing out breaths.* \"Bill! Bill! You're so big~ so strong, worship my body, my entire body please~\" *She begged, thrusting up and down.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He let go as he bit her neck immediately he came inside of her as his dick slowly stopped throbbing and exited her inside"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She came as well.* \"Suck my... My titties... And.. Worship my body.\" *She says, utterly smitten with Bill.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He barely could breath as he looked at her \"Your body was amazing~"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"What about\" *She shoves his head down, rolling and undulating her belly, shaking her hips in front of his face* \"This area?~ didn't worship or... Cover this specifically~\""
},
{
"author": "cookie_788",
"message": "So explain how are they rn their pose"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He looked at it as he looked back at her as he slowly began to moved his body down so he was right under her pussy as he went to eatit out"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She moans, pushing his head in.* \"You sure... You don't want to... Taste my belly either?\"\n\n\"You want to? Its really delicious~\" *She says in a sexy tone*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "\"Umm~ sure izura~\" He smirked as his hand moved them so she could get more comfortable"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"Lift your head up and watch the magic, you can taste it too if you'd like~ all over\" *She says gingerly.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He nodded \"Go right ahead my dear~\" His dick grew harder"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"Well?\" *Begins belly dancing again* \"What are you waiting for?~ go right at it hehehe\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He looked at her as he began to lick her stomach as he rubbed her body as he held her"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She moans, rubbing it against his face* \"You're hungry, I love it, my body is your sustenance and I can't wait to.. Relieve you again~\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He looked up as he kept licking it as he slowly got ontop of her as he lifted her \"Why don't we take this more private~\""
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"Private how my god?~\" *She asked, caressing his face*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He snapped his fingers as they were teleported to his own private"
}
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{
"author": "Miles Medrano",
"message": "*In the warm, but cold breeze evening, Miles would be out on an empty beach, sitting on a bench, slouching forward to just relax while staring at the waves as they clash against the coast, she would be deep into her music through her ear buds, listening to Metal on max volume*"
},
{
"author": "Sigrid War-Beast",
"message": "*While listening to the loud crashing of the waves and hearing a few seagulls cry out while they fly over her, she'd be jogging along the shoreline of the empty beach in her usual exposing outfit without a care in the world, her body slightly glistening with sweat without even being out of breath, her short hair flowing with the wind*"
},
{
"author": "Miles Medrano",
"message": "*Miles would occasionally turn her head left, and right on a swivel, mostly to scratch her neck, eventually she would spot a figure pretty far down the shore, a large figure then normal rapidly approaching while on the path, I'd stare for a moment, and then turn my head facing the waves once more*"
},
{
"author": "Sigrid War-Beast",
"message": "*It wouldn't take long for her to eventually get close to the person sitting on the bench, as she's about to pass the person she'd glance at her from the corner of her eyes before passing her, continuing her jog while seemingly slowing down a bit, she doesn't know exactly why but she thinks fate wants her and the stranger to talk*"
},
{
"author": "Miles Medrano",
"message": "*Miles looked from the corner of her eye, and saw the giant woman, then it turn into gazing, I'd admire her physique from the corner of my eye, while I were facing forward to the beach, then I'd look straight, and ask the lady*\n\n\"Jesus you're huge, never seen someone tall, and built like you before\""
},
{
"author": "Sigrid War-Beast",
"message": "*She'd come to a stop as she turned around to face the stranger, wiping some sweat off of her face before speaking, her voice sounding kind of ethereal and slightly deep to match her physique.*\n\n\"Thank you, training hard nonstop will help you get a physique like mine, but my parents have helped me quite a bit to get this kind of a body\""
},
{
"author": "Miles Medrano",
"message": "\"Yeah, I know a thing, or too about workouts, that's how I am like this, but you're still tall as fuck though, that's definitely luck, or genetics\"\n\n*She replied while eyeing you down, Miles would put her phone down, and place it in her pockets, same with her earbuds to not appear disrespectful, she'd push her back against the bench to get more comfortable*"
},
{
"author": "Sigrid War-Beast",
"message": "\"Definitely genetics, my mother was a giant and my father was a viking chief, but my muscles are from years of hardwork ever since I became a valkyrie\"\n\n*She'd stand for a bit longer before eventually deciding to sit down next to the woman, causing the bench to creak loudly as soon as she made contact*\n\n\"My name is Sigrid War-Beast by the way, you can just call me Sigrid though, what's your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Miles Medrano",
"message": "\"Just Miles for now, nice to meet you, and yeah, that would explain so much about your size\"\n\n*Miles would close her legs, while placing her hand upon her own thighs, and tap them in a rhythm, and again, I would stare with the corner of my eyes at her muscular thighs, and her crotch region, then looked straight ahead immediately after*\n\n\"So are you still a Valkyrie, or retired?\"\n\n*Trying my best to keep a conversation going because her anxiety would kick in just abit*"
},
{
"author": "Sigrid War-Beast",
"message": "\"I'm still a valkyrie, in fact I might be the valkyries next leader, but I'm not sure yet\"\n\n*She'd stretch her arms and legs out, revealing a noticeable bulge in her crotch region before resting her arms in her muscular lap, her head slightly turned to look at Miles*\n\n\"What about you? What do you do for a living?\""
},
{
"author": "Miles Medrano",
"message": "*Embarrassed to even say comparing jobs to each other, but neglectfully, she would say*\n\n\"I work at a hospital, as security, and that's about it\"\n\n*My face burning up in embarrassment just by even saying, I'd tap my thighs in a more aggressive rhythm to calm my mood down, it works only just abit, but still having that sense of regret just by even saying my occupation, however, I would focus on the bulge of your pants, and you could even see me turn my head to stare at it, before turning my head back, Miles would stop tapping her thighs, buf rather grip them*"
},
{
"author": "Sigrid War-Beast",
"message": "\"Security at a hospital? That's a noble occupation, protecting those who help others or can't defend themselves\"\n\n*As if having a sixth sense, she could tell Miles was flustered by her appearance and a certain something else, so to tease Miles she'd spread her legs open to make her bulge more prominent as she spoke with a slight grin on her face*\n\n\"So, what do you like to do in your spare time? Have any...'athletic' hobbies?\""
},
{
"author": "Miles Medrano",
"message": "\"Yeah, but I don't enjoy my time there, nobody cares about us, only the doctors, nurses, and patients\"\n\n*Miles frustration would slowly turn to flustered, because now you're just showing it off on purpose, I already knew the type of game you're playing because I used to do the same myself, so at this point, I didn't even hide my intentions, I just kept staring at it*"
},
{
"author": "Sigrid War-Beast",
"message": "\"It's still a noble job, even if nobody cares about you, I find a job like that quite... Attractive\"\n\n*She'd start rubbing her inner thigh and even \"Accidentally\" Exposing a bit of her crotch area, her sweat from jogging made the area more noticeable by making it glisten*\n\n\"Did something catch your eye?\""
}
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{
"author": "Wonder Girl / Cassie Sandsmark",
"message": "It Any Wonder?\n**Cassie Sandsmark x Conner Kent**\n** **\n\n** **\nThe waves move gently today, which is perfect, because Cassandra intends to spend today relaxing.\n\nFighting with the Titans takes a lot from her - even if she's a demigoddess - and so days like this where nobody's trying to rob anything or blow anything up or kill anybody should always be cherished. Right now, the blonde sits on a lounge chair on Jump City's beach (because she's told that lounging around the cove of the Titans Tower's island is a bad idea), tuning out the loudness with a pair or earphone that just barely manage to muffle all the background noise with a playlist recommended to her by a certain mage. \"For meditation,\" Raven had said - but Cassie made a few addendum and made it for *Relaxation* Instead.\n\nCivilian activity means civilian clothes. Clinging tightly to Cassie's body is a red two-piece swimsuit and - above that - a sheer white beach dress that splits off around the waist to let her legs free. Oh, and of course she's wearing sunglasses.\n\nYep. Today is her day off.\n\nAnd nothing can make her do anything physically demanding.\n\n...Probably."
},
{
"author": "Kon-el | - Superboy -",
"message": "The sun shines and hardly anything provides any respite to it's gleaming. Most either appreciate it, lounging in sun-chairs, feeling it's heavy kiss on their skin, or disappear into the water, to cool off in the fresh, salty waves. Jump-city's beaches were not somewhere he often went to, but they offered peace, and a chance to meddle with normal people. Even if he did stick out like a sore thumb. \n\nAfter all, it was a rarity to see someone with his specific figure. Broad, inviting shoulders separated a warm, luscious smirk and a pair of inviting dark eyes. Crowned by fluffy, black hair. Down his collarbone rested an impressive body, gleaming under the shining of the sun. It was a good mix, not too slim, but imposing, every muscle could definitely be detailed. Civilian clothing after all, nothing more than some swimming trunks and a towel slung over his shoulder. \n\nNoticing her came as a surprise, not quite expecting Cassie of all people to be lounging there. But she came at a perfect time, to turn what would have been a somewhat boring rest day, into something a bit more interesting...\n\nHe approached her seat, the figure casting a slight shadow over her body. Before he raised his right foot and pushed it down into the sand, making sure to send a bit of sand flying over onto her. He wouldn't want to surprise her too hard now, would he?"
},
{
"author": "Wonder Girl / Cassie Sandsmark",
"message": "She sees him coming.\n\nUnfortunately, her warrior training and - hell - her instincts themselves have taken the ability from Cassandra to truly just *Chill out.* Being one of the most proficient warriors on Earth brings with it the unfortunate downside of always being on-guard; always being ready for the next costumed moron to fight.\n\nHer shades' lenses reflect Kon's face as she turns her head to look at him and then stretches the corner of her lips.\n\nAnd then he kicks sand onto her.\n\nWell, at least he had the restraint not too stare at her body. Despite the sheer summer dress she wears over her costume, her own body is perfectly visible; she boasts the musculature fitting of a demi-goddess... Yes, if she were an ancient hero, her marble statue would look right at home amongst any others - Lasso of Lightning outstretched in frozen action. Unfortunately, though, she doesn't boast kryptonian invulnerability... As shaped as her body is, it's also littered with a fair share of scars from old battles; each one a scratch of light against her otherwise darker skin.\n\nAnd it's not until she pulls the sunglasses down the bridge of her nose that Kon gets a look at her bright blue eyes: Crystal blue.\n\nShe blinks at him, and then her unimpressed expression turns into a bemused smile.\n\n**\"Come here often, stranger?\"**\n\nThe chances of she and Conner *Both* Deciding to go to the beach separately when she knows he would much rather play video games with the guys are... Low. No doubt he knew she was here and decided to catch the blonde without her clothes on."
},
{
"author": "Kon-el | - Superboy -",
"message": "Her eyes take him slightly aback. He did quite enjoy messing with his own eyes, he was able to see various colors, abilities shaped by the blood which ran in his veins, giving him the chance to observe the world in a miriad of shades few others could imagine. And yet, even after having seen a raimbow of colors most humans will never have a chance to discover, those icy, piercing blue spheres disarmed him in but a glance. \n\nHe prided himself in not being too obvious, he enjoyed the slight distance it caused between him and the average onlooker. He wasn't just a horn-dog, he was Superboy, he'd even been Superman for a little while. The statue of distinguished flesh, image of the best in humanity. And yet, her frame, figure and tightly clung clothes could hardly depart themselves from his mind. She truly was something, demi-goddess, sure, but a wonder, that was certain. \n\nIt'd take him but an instant to regain some control over his own train of thought. His eyes leave her own, they shift up in the distance. His pinkish lips curve into a sly smirk, as her words meet his ears. Now that he wasn't looking, if she so wished, she could catch a glimpse to his figure, now oh so close. His chest was free of scars, with no difference to someone who'd never seen a fight of their life. But it hid beneath the flesh a life of combat. Beneath every contoured muscle, every sun-beaten inch of warm, hot skin, laid a story, a fight, a victory or a defeat. \n\n``\"Sometimes, after I put in that rule about lounging in the cove... I had to find somewhere to go, y'know...?\"``\n\nHis eyes descend once more onto her, they're warm, dark. Like the pits of a fruit. And they seek to counter-attack, and perhaps disarm her, with a diligent gaze, the same way she did him."
}
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{
"author": "Narrator of Events and Actions",
"message": "*It was almost time for the sun to go down, so that later the night would come, at certain times of the day, in the beach, a strange creature comes out of the ocean, pulling a net with lots of shells, algae and sometimes fish, who knows whom might get the chance to observe it*"
},
{
"author": "Daniella Redgrave | The Angel of Death",
"message": "*That chance would eventually be claimed by what seemed like a white haired woman with icy blue eyes. She was having a moment to observe the scenery in front of her before the strange creature appeared. Now she was observing it from afar.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Events and Actions",
"message": "*The creature ressembled a humanoid shape that was wearing some sort of hoodie, pulling the previously mentioned net. However, it seemed to be speaking in a strange dialect if Daniella could hear it from that far*"
},
{
"author": "Daniella Redgrave | The Angel of Death",
"message": "*When it spoke. Daniella couldn't understand the language it spoke, giving her the idea that this creature didn't speak English. She clearly couldn't understand it.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Events and Actions",
"message": "*But then, the creature or person spoke English, to prove that he can understand it, could it be some sort of specie from space?*\n\n-\"This hunt wasn't that great, hopefuly I can find something tomorrow\""
}
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{
"author": "Daniella Redgrave | The Angel of Death",
"message": "*Hearing that it could speak English. Daniella would grin softly as she stood up from the ground before approaching the shore of the beach where this creature stood.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Events and Actions",
"message": "\"Hold it there! Identify yourself!\"\n*Sneaking up behind the creature didn't work, as he quickly put his hands in front of where he heard, some footsteps on the sand, hoping it wasn't someone who tried to kill him from behind or any sort*"
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "*When he goes to turn around. No one was there... However. That same presence can be felt again but in a different direction.*"
},
{
"author": "Daniella Redgrave | The Angel of Death",
"message": "\"You have keen senses. But it seems like you're not fast enough to see who's in your view of vision.\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Events and Actions",
"message": "\"Are you coming for my head? Then too bad, some others like you have already tried, and failed on attempt!\""
}
] | 28 | 164 |
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{
"author": "Violetta Ibrahim",
"message": "*The elf knight would find herself coming across the entrance to the beach where she's greeted to the sounds of heavy waves crashing down from a far while the seagulls call out to one another just over her head. Leading her horse Trout over, as the two move toward they can see the sun beginning to set soon which gives a beautiful color scheme of orange, purple and blue just over the horizon. Violetta could feel herself feeling rather relaxed as her posture eases and she takes in the salty smell of the ocean.* \"What a view..\""
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Events and Actions",
"message": "**Hi, im the Narrator for the next character and many other ones that might come up in the future, anyways... The waves of the ocean seemed completely fine if the elf was just having a little look at it, however, the scent of algae and fish was getting closer where the elf was, perhaps it was something swmimming at her direction? Or maybe it's just a bunch of stuff stuck together in a ball of algae and reefs**"
},
{
"author": "Violetta Ibrahim",
"message": "*The sight of what was approaching soon capture her attention as she soon moves forward but leaving her horse behind as she draws her sword, preparing her as to see what was it that was drawing towards land as she notices the algae and reef sticking more together* \"...\" *She stands her guard in preparation for anything*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Events and Actions",
"message": "**Suddenly, what was moving arround the ocean seems to have stopped, whatever it was probably dove down, then nothing happened, until suddenly, a loud but yet muffled noise could be heard down the ocean, and so, a lot of algae, starfish, shells and many other junk found on the ocean exploded in a blast of water that came from whatever creature it was, or perhaps some person did it**"
},
{
"author": "Violetta Ibrahim",
"message": "*This would cause he to stumble back as the blast had caught her off guard in that very moment. Watching as everting goes flying into the air before it starts coming down like rain. Which she acts fast by sheltering her head using her arm. Attempting to avoid getting hit by anything else before looking back at the waters to see if something would emerge by now and her grip still stays strong with her sword*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator of Events and Actions",
"message": "**The elf was sure there was something on the water, and it slowly came out of it draggin a net full of fishes, shells, algae and many more stuff, the shadow figure looked a lot like a humanoid figure wearing a hood with thick shoulder pads, and the figure barely even struggled to drag the giant bag of stuff, and it was probably heading towards the elf**"
}
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{
"author": "Violetta Ibrahim",
"message": "*The sight of the being took her by surprise, then again she wasn't sure what she was expecting. However considering he didn't mean no real harm she lowers her blade just a bit as she takes a step back. Studying his appearance overall before speaking once more.* \"Planet? What do you mean by that? You come from beyond?\""
},
{
"author": "Ohda",
"message": "\"Yes, and I believe I'm not the only one from outer space, at least not like me, but I've heard that there are other kinds... Anyways, back to the point, I'm an Orishan, from Kiusana on Andromeda galaxy, and we are located right at the edge of it, so tecnically we are some sort of spatial neighbor to your galaxy\""
},
{
"author": "Violetta Ibrahim",
"message": "*Now granted it's not often she comes across an alien however they have been something she had been meaning to discover or at least get in contact with one as to prepare to fight it if necessary. With that she could gain experience and knowledge to how to take one down, however this one came across more harmless than threatening and despite her still not trusting it enough to brush him off as a simpleton, she keeps her guard up as she stands herself up right* \"Spatial neighbor huh, well then. If we are making introductions I'll go next, I am Violetta. A hunter of beast. That being my line of duty.\""
},
{
"author": "Ohda",
"message": "\"Aah... A creature hunter, hmm? I don't get to come across with people with that kind of gig very often, but who am I to judge? This planet holds various things I find boring and curious. But well... Since you mentioned that, I induce that you'll try to do something against me, am I wrong?\"\n\n*Said the Orishan once he heard that the elf was a beast hunter, and that probably she'd start to attack him any moment, so he moved his position just a little, without making any sudden moves to trigger combat, he still needs to drag the giant net back to his hideout*"
}
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{
"author": "Levyie",
"message": "*He sits in his new flowershop, its lined with various exotic flower species, some only found in hell, some only found in alternate dimensions, its laden with beautiful and unique flowers of all sort. He worked behind the register, it was a very beautifully decorated shop*"
},
{
"author": "Clankeris",
"message": "*Lucky for this person, a very strange and unusual figure would come to the shop. The droid which became easily recognizable with his hat and color scheme, came into the shop, seemingly thrilled by the flowers since he had the same kind of business.* \"Hello, can I buy some flowers. I love flowers, especially when I grow some. It's great.\" *The droid clearly had a lot to say and wasn't like the rest. Very very talkative, even by itself it will just talk and talk.*"
},
{
"author": "Levyie",
"message": "\"Oh sure!! I have many to choose from, under each plant is a cubby where you can find the seeds and growing instructions!\"\n\n*He would smile and lean over the counter, gesturing at the various flora lining the entirety of his shop, most of these plants were so alien, its like nothing you've ever seen before*"
},
{
"author": "Clankeris",
"message": "*The droid started picking up a couple flowers, probably not even checking the price tag since he was just going on what he thought was pretty.* \"I like this one, and this one too. Oh that one is nice.\" *He said continuing to browse.*"
}
] | 61 | 282 |
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{
"author": "MAVERICK LOVE",
"message": "*The shopkeeper's bell rang as someone entered the flowershop, suddenly bringing in the pleasing scent of expensive tobacco, cologne, and a familiar ash from the fires of hell. This mysterious demon had chuckles as he looked around the shop, having found it funny that a demon would want to open up a flower shop.*\n\n*Maverick's love had puffed at his cigar as he walked past the beautiful flora and straight to the counter, having spotted the sleeping owner. It was strange for Maverick to see a fellow creature of hell so softly asleep, but he didn't ponder this for long.*\n\n\"Mornin' partner.\"\n\n*His voice was deep and had a very clear southern twang. Maverick is leaning down to shake Levyié.*"
},
{
"author": "Levyie",
"message": "*He would snap awake, gasping and looking around, then to the new arrival to his shop, sniffing the air he caught that unmistakable scent of hell\n\nHe would look him up and down, noting his cigar that laid in his mouth he'd politely point to the no smoking sign\n\nHe huffed for a second before dusting off his uniform blouse and putting an elbow onto the counter*\n\n\"Welcome to my flower shop, hope you don't intend on bringing trouble?\"\n\n\n*You could tell he was a little on edge, considering it was a while since he's dealt with a fellow hellspawn*"
},
{
"author": "MAVERICK LOVE",
"message": "*Maverick looked at the No smoking sign and rolled his eyes, but he wouldn't let the small annoyance defer him from his task. The cigar was put out in a nearby pot of soil.*\n\n\"Course, don't mean too much trouble... But ain't this a sight? A demon ownin' a little flower shop like someone's momma.\"\n\n*He grinned at Levyié, showing off sharp teeth which included a gold cap on one.*\n\n\"But I ain't just here to bust your balls. So, how'd ya do it feller? Get yourself out of them *Incubi tasks*.\""
},
{
"author": "Levyie",
"message": "*He would look into the eyes of maverick, not being really intimidated by his apperance or teeth, his eyes scanning around him, before he'd push a button and close the blinds to the shop and turn off the open sign\n\nHe would gesture for the strange man to follow him to a back room, opening it and walking in you could see the tools used to escape the hellish grip on him, and on the wall, a mantlepiece with the severed head of a prominent hell general*\n\n\"Took alot of time, had to fight alot, sacrifice more, in the end I had to silence the last one holding my leash.\""
},
{
"author": "MAVERICK LOVE",
"message": "\"Huh.. Ain't that neat.\"\n\n*Maverick was a tad suspicious of how prepared Levyié was, but he wasn't going to back away now. He followed the smaller demon into the back room, but his trust was far from being 100%.*\n\n*It wasn't until he had seen the decapitated head of the general, that Maverick finally garnered more respect for Levyié.*\n\n\"Well shit! You did that? Ya know, I wondered what happened to the damn bastard but killed by a little incubus?\"\n\n*He let out a rumbling laugh as his tail swayed.*\n\n\"I oughta take a picture! I really don't know how ya aint yelling to every circle bout this, bet you'd get promoted.\""
},
{
"author": "Levyie",
"message": "\"Hah, hardly something im seeking, that wasnt the last thing I had to do, he was just the biggest mouth needed shutting\"\n\n*He would go to a large case, opening it and taking out various artifacts from his personal rebellion, including a rifle, a blade made by a extremely skilled hell blacksmith and some papers incased in resin\n\n\nFinally he'd pull out a large container with one of the rarest flowers found in hell, a blackened crimson rose, something he took as symbolism of his eternal freedom*\n\n\"All these documents, they included me, no matter how small the reference to me was, I had to steal each paper and scroll mentionijg me.\n\nI had to become a ghost, a glitch in the system, afterall how could they find someone they have no record of?\n\nWhen I cut his head off, that was barely the start of it.\n\nThis knife was given to me by an old friend, and it's what I used to end that foul bastard's life\"\n\n\n*Upon closer inspection of the severed head, you can see the various bruises and cuts on him, overall it appeared that he was taken out rather quickly, perhaps a stealthy assassination?*"
},
{
"author": "MAVERICK LOVE",
"message": "*Maverick let out a low whistle, unsure how else to express his appreciation for the massive efforts. Usually this would be a prime time for Maverick to further joke and tease, but it seemed he was busy actually taking in the steps.*\n\n\"Well butter my back and call me a biscuit... How long did all *This* Take? I'n lookin' for an estimate if a feller would want to replicate this whole operation, just without the whole friend thing.\"\n\n*It was a daunting task for Maverick, even just thinking about where to start had the demon's head hurting. He decided to focus his attention on the flower Levyié had taken out.*\n\n\"Now I ain't positive what a \"Glitch\" Is, but i'm guessing something from after my time on earth? Whatever it is, I reckon I'm a big one.\"\n\n*He looked away from the flower and now faced Levyié. Maverick's hand was out to offer the other a friendly shake, but his posture and confidence had been clearly that of a crossroads demon.*\n\n\"Names Maverick Love.\""
},
{
"author": "Levyie",
"message": "\"Took me a couple months, but that was after doing everything I could every single day\"\n\n*He would tap his hand on the table a few times before standing up, looking at his extended hand, walking over and giving it a gentle shake, despite the fact he just talked about killing various high ranking hell officials and important figures, he had really soft and semi feminine hands.\n\nHe would exhale for a moment, clearly seeing his suspicion was right about him wanting to break from the system as well, giving a gentle and warm smile*\n\n\"The name is Levyie.. Levyie Blythe\""
},
{
"author": "MAVERICK LOVE",
"message": "\"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sugar. Now back to chattin', how did you avoid gettin' hook-up calls from the other side? Bet that would make the process a whole lot harder.\" \n\n*He certainly seemed like one of the many demons in charge of making deals, but his curiosities had mainly been about Incubus. Maverick would have preferred to present as just another demon looking to get out, but he had lost a good amount of his shame from his first few weeks on the new job.*\n\n\"Because I'll be honest... If one more human summons me and gets all pouty cus I ain't sum little twink, then i'll ring their fuckin' neck. I should be taking souls not playin' servant.\" \n\n*There it was. Maverick was a demoted demon. He still was damning souls to hell, but it was well known that Incubi and succubi were less respected than the usual demon.*"
},
{
"author": "Levyie",
"message": "\"Hm.. Well once I took these documents I had to do a ritual to sever my ties to hell, once I was done with that I couldn't be summoned anymore unless someone did it in a very specific manner\"\n\n*He would note this, gaining a little more edge again, he wasn't exactly a fan of higher ranking demons, and now grew a little weary that this guy may turn his back on him\n\n\nEitherway he would nod and give a small chuckle, looking him up and down before going to grab some more stuff from a different container to show what he used for the ritual*\n\n\"Y'know I wouldn't be too disappointed if I got you. In my old life probably.\""
},
{
"author": "MAVERICK LOVE",
"message": "\"You've definitely got some good brains in that little noggin' of yours.\"\n\n*He complimented Levyié's intelligence, because how could he not? Maverick certainly wouldn't be smart enough to figure this out alone.*\n\n*Maverick reached into his pocket and took out a small matchbox, usually reserved for lighting his cigars but also curbed his cravings. A match and Maverick bit the end of it, chewing lightly on the wood as if it was a toothpick.*\n\n\"Now would ya? Change of taste or am I too much for a little flower-boy to handle now~\"\n\n*He joked, unable to stop himself from grinning.*\n\n\"I'm just pullin' yer leg. Whatcha doin' now?\""
},
{
"author": "Levyie",
"message": "\"Hardly, I've probably handled much bigger haha!\n\nRunnin this flower shop of course, always been my dream to be a florist, finding and selling exotic species found nowhere on earth, its relaxing\"\n\n*He would show him the book and incantation to preform the ritual he did, the requisites of it were extremely long and complex, and the ritual had to be finalized by sacrificng something of extreme significance, and replacing it with something new, along with using a vial of your blood and a small chunk of your soul*"
},
{
"author": "MAVERICK LOVE",
"message": "\"Ouch, didn't have to go assuming I ain't *Much bigger*. Even if ya hurt my heart,I got to agree that the shop is mighty interestin'..I'll give ya that.\"\n\n*Maverick would take the book into his own hands and skim the words, his face going from relaxed and smug to a clear confusion once more. He was good with lying, killing, and the other parts of the plan he was forming, but having to learn all this? He was far from book smart and this was clear.*\n\n\"Shit. Is there a summarized version of this that I can do? Somethin' less like a school project?\""
},
{
"author": "Levyie",
"message": "\"Didn't mean it like that. Sorry, but not really\n\n\nI had help from this guy, purple skin, he was cool, maybe you can find him and ask him?\"\n\n\n*He would close the books and start gathering his stuff and returning it to the case, he would then begin walking out of the room, gesturing him to follow.*"
}
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{
"author": "mamashark",
"message": "I do, but if I'm too busy we can do it later"
},
{
"author": "the.real.donnie.",
"message": "Imma just void then ig"
},
{
"author": "mamashark",
"message": "My guy it hasn't been a day and you pinged me so many times\n\nI'm slow with rps, it's not a full time job"
}
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{
"author": "Cheelai",
"message": "*The two would find themselves by a nice view of the ocean as it seemed they had managed to make it to a sea side cliff where the view was breathtaking and if anything a perfect spot to enjoy each other company* \"Oh man I'm so glad we left when we did. It was getting too wild for my taste. How are you holding though?\""
},
{
"author": "Broly",
"message": "\"I am holding you. That is currently it. Though this place is very pretty I am glad we managed to find it.\" *He said placing her down so they can both go wonder and explore. His eyes darting around the room.*"
},
{
"author": "Cheelai",
"message": "*She giggled a bit by his misunderstanding though she was happy to hop down and wonder further out* \"Man this place is big. I'm not use to landing on planets to enjoy the scenery. It's really something ya know.\""
},
{
"author": "Broly",
"message": "*His first stop would be the couch. Plopping down onto it as he leaned back.* \n\n\"Very soft.\" *He said feeling the fabric.* \n\n\"It is better than a cave. Though I still do miss my other best friend. I hope he is okay.\""
}
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{
"author": "kittycobain",
"message": "`Jill Valentine x Ashley Graham`\n** **"
},
{
"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "The B.S.A.A. Had already been monitoring the Salazar Dynasty's land in Spain since the reports of disappearances came in, and so when the *President's daughter* Went missing, they were the first to know.\n\nJill remember how her heart had dropped. Ramon Salazar might not have been aware, but the kidnapping of Miss Graham had the potential to evolve into an *International incident;* A __war__ if he wasn't careful. Little did she know just how drastic the situation was... When she had landed a mile outside of the small nation's first village and removed her parachute, it hadn't taken her long to discover the Los Illuminados, and Sadler, and *Everything.*\n\nAs if her lingering nightmares weren't enough... Now she's got to *Live through another.*\n\nLuckily, recovering Ashley hadn't been hard. Getting *Out* Of the country now is, though... After a number of close calls, Valentine's managed to get her to relative safety inside this abandoned hotel... Or at least, she only *Hopes* Its abandoned.\n\n. . .\n\n**\"Stick close,\"** She orders. And then she kicks down a door.\n\nBeyond it is a vast dining area; one that obviously was meant to host tourists. Well... There's only *Two* Tourists here tonight. Once Ashley has followed her, Jill closes the door and pushes a chair against the handle to keep it that way: She really doesn't fancy the image of an army of those possessed villagers following her and Ashley in here. And then she jeans against the door...\n\nShe shouldn't be this tired. It's that parasite she'd gotten injected inside of her. Fuck, she can feel it— Squirming in her chest. It's horrible, and she can't imagine how Ashley must feel. At least Jill's got a level of immunity from her T-Virus antibodies.\n\nPoor Ashley only has *Her.*\n\n**\"How...\"** She breathes, **\"Are you doing?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "Ashley can't remember the last time she had ran so much. Sure, she like, worked out, and went on jogs, but this was different. She was running for her life, from *Literal monsters*, besides the people who kidnapped her. \n\nAnd that wasn't to mention whatever was *Inside her*. That damned parasite, that worm looking thing that had taken over the villages. Was it going to do that to her too?\n\nThe subtle *Thump* Of the chair against the door brought her back to reality, silence broken by the pairs labored breathing. Her eyes met the BSAA operatives, and she let out a slow, controlled breath to try and steady her breathing. \n\n\"I'm... I'm okay, I think. I'm not hurt, at least.\" *She gets out, her back hitting the wall of the dining room before slowly sliding down to sit on the floor.*\n\n \"Thank you...\" *She looked her over again, trying to find a nametag. God, they'd spent at least a few days together and she didn't even know her saviors name? \n\n\"I'm sorry, I don't think I ever caught your name...\" *She said, her eyes sweeping over the admittedly well lit dining area. Had it been any other circumstance, she would've found this place cute. But that thought was far from her mind."
},
{
"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "Oh. Of course...\n\nThe village, the forest, the castle... Jill's been moving on instinct this whole time; killing anything that moves and isn't Ashley or that merchant. That's the only thing keeping her up, honestly—the adrenaline, and the warrior instinct... And the fact that she knows that if she were to close her eyes, she'd jolt awake from a nightmare seconds later.\n\nIt *Has* Been days, hasn't it? Days, and she never tried to speak to Ashley beyond a command.\n\nShe walks towards Ashley and frowns more somehow as she watches the blonde go sliding down the wall. Poor girl... She keeps forgetting that despite her own self-pity, at least she's experienced for combat like this. Ashley is just a girl... The type of person to be eradicated in Raccoon City.\n\nA memory of the mushroom cloud lingers in her eyes, but she blinks it away before getting down on one knee.\n\n**\"Jill.\"**\n\nA pause.\n\n**\"Valentine. I'm sorry, we haven't had time to talk. You must be—\"**\n\nTerrified. Confused.\n\nEither way, Jill doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, she moves to sit next to Ashley - her handgun balancing on her knee. Jill's never been good at talking to victims... That was always Chris or Rebecca's specialty; they were *Great* At it. Rebecca had this... *Way* With people. She could always draw attention away from even the worst of events. And Chris' smile would just kill any sadness in a room.\n\nJill, however? Her specialty has always been killing - never *Saving.*\n\nAs Raccoon City made apparent.\n\nShe's smart, though. And she picked up on Ashley's non-answer. **\"But that's not how I meant. How are you *Doing?* Tired? Hungry? We might be able to find some food in here—\"**"
},
{
"author": "lonesniper87",
"message": "\"Jill...\" \n\nShe echoed the name for a moment, eyes scanning the room once more before the shifting sound of the Agent brought her eyes back to the brunette.*\n\n\"Valentine is a pretty last name. Like the Saint. But, uhm...\" *Her voice trails off, trying to find some way to make this less awkward, to break the barrier. Feel even *Somewhat normal.*\n\nLuckily, the conversation would divert, and Ashley wouldn't have to do any heavy lifting in the conversation yet.\n\n\"Oh.\" A soft laugh escaped her, a mixture of nervous behavior and laughing at her own forgetfulness. \"A bit of both, too be honest... But we can sort out sleeping later, can't we? I think food sounds good.\" *Her eyes flit down for a moment to the handgun, picking up on the fact she hadn't holstered it yet. Ever cautious, Jill seemed to be. This obviously wasn't her first time dealing with these things, but was it even her place to ask?\n\n\"Let's look together, then?\" Ashley offered, after a moment the blonde rose to her feet and offered a hand to help Jill up."
},
{
"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "Jill opens her mouth to deny Ashley's request. No. Who knows what could be waiting in the kitchen? And the dining area is clearly safe. Jill should do the exploring; Ashley should be staying in the clear.\n\nBut then she bounces up to her feet and Jill stares at her.\n\nThis energy... Where did it come from? She's been kept awake by a mix of her traumas and her adrenaline, but Ashley just seems to be hiding a bottomless well of energy. It's quite something - Jill has to admit.\n\nSo she tuts at her, before taking her hand and letting Ashley help her up. **\"Fine. But stick close.\"**\n\nShe doesn't let go of Ashley's hand once she's on her feet. Instead, she curls her fingers into hers and squeezes her hand - before heading for the door for the kitchen. Thankfully, it's unlocked (no arduous puzzles to find a key today!) and so Jill goes stepping inside, quickly flicking on the flashlight attached to her chest and readying her handgun. It's quiet in the kitchen... Even in the dining area, there had been the distant whistling of the wind outside; the battering of the rain on the windows.\n\nBack here, the silence of a vacuum.\n\n...\n\nUntil suddenly, a scutter.\n\nJill aims her gun, but it's no Los Illuminados; just a rat scurrying across the floor. She sighs to herself and finally holsters her gun - letting go of Ashley. **\"Take a look around, then.\"**\n\nShe's too paranoid... It'll be the death of her."
},
{
"author": "lonesniper87",
"message": "The moment pause between the two was like electricity, Ash could clearly see the objection forming, and was ready to play nice... But it never came. Maybe Jill had decided she was safer keeping close than leaving her alone in the room. When Jill takes her hands she smiled softly, nodding firmly to the agent. \"Yes Ma'am.\" She told her, shifting to Jill's side.\n\nShe took up her usually position of about a step behind her, not seeming to make not the fact they were still holding hands, but it didn't really mean anything anyway, just a way of keeping her close, even if Ashley had kept her hands to herself most of the trek. But she had to admit, the firm grip of the woman was... Definitely reassuring to her. Ashley gently squeezes back, as if assuring Jill she was still there.\n\nAs the pair entered the kitchen Ashley's eyes followed the light, almost expectant to find a villager, or something worse hiding in the shadows, and for a moment, hearing the sound of movement she let out a panicked yelp and her grip tightened on Jill, until she saw the rat scurry off under another counter. The young woman caught her breath and shook her head, Laughing at herself. \"Jesus...\" She said softly, her hand falling limp to her side when Jill let go.\n\n\"Hold on...\" The woman said, looking around in the dark, her hand sliding along the wall until she felt a switch. \"There we go... Let there be light.\" She said as she flicked on the switch, the kitchen now flickering into a white glow."
},
{
"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "She smiles too at Ashley's yelp, but it drops quickly.\n\nShe's a cute girl, of course: Too kind for this situation. Her little giggles at her own misplaced fear are simply endearing, and as she makes her little remark and flicks on the light, Jill leans against the wall and folds her arms.\n\nAfter everything they've seen together, *How* Ashley has kept her enthusiasm is beyond her.\n\nIt's also beyond her that this place still has electricity. Nowhere else did. Hell, the Salazar family castle was lit up entirely with candles and gas lamps. Electricity means the fridges and the freezers have been running, though, and Jill can only hope that there's something here for Ashley.\n\n...But... Her eyes dip for a second. For a nanosecond, she falls asleep, only to flash back into consciousness a second later when she remembers where she is.\n\nSo... Tired... Hotels *Must* Have bedrooms.\n\nJill straightens herself out and tucks some hair behind her ear. She walks across the kitchen to a fridge and roots around.\n\n**\"Well... It's all yours. ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "Ashley smiled to herself as she began looking around the kitchen. It was... Okay. She had never really been a cook, but she had explored places often, and while this place wasn't the White House Kitchen... It would do. \n\nThe blonde checked to see what stuff was around, setting out a few miscellaneous pots and pans, before she opened up the pantry. Luckily, it was decently stocked. Some pasta, a few spices and herbs... She could work with this.\n\nSeeing Jill's head snap back up suddenly made her worry, her brow furrowing as she set the box of pasta down. \n\n \"Hey, Jill. Is everything okay with you?\" She asked, moving around to stand a few feet behind her."
},
{
"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "**\"You shouldn't be worrying about me.\"**\n\nWhat Jill wouldn't give for a supermutant to bust down the wall right now... It would be deadly, but it would keep her awake. Without anything to pump battery acid through her veins, she's dead on her feet.\n\nBut there's no lying to Ashley, is there?\n\n**\"I'm just tired.\"**\n\nShe shuts the freezer - having found very little to go with the pasta that Ashley seems to be preparing... Which is an odd choice. Pasta? Does she plan on standing over the stove for twenty minutes *Cooking* When an army could come barreling through any second now?\n\nOh. Again, there's that paranoia.\n\n**\"Why don't you go sit down? I'll finish cooking. I'm sure I can manage pasta-stirring.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "The look on Ashley's face spoke more than words could as Jill tried to brush off her own problems, and it was clear as her brow furrowed once more that she wasn't going to accept that answer.\n\n\"I get that.\" She said softly, nodding a bit as she glanced back at the closed freezer. \"But if you are tired you should rest, okay? Let's get something to eat and find a safe spot to sleep for the night.\" \n\nAshley put a hand on Jill's shoulder, shaking her as she tried to take over the work. \"It's okay. Let me return the favor. You deserve a little break. You can go back to being all badass in the morning.\" She said in a light, almost teasing manner before she slipped away beginning to set the water to boil for the pasta."
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "Jill looks at her in silence.\n\nAnd then her shoulders relax as she relents. It feels like Ashley's treading on eggshells around her, but she doesn't have to, and it stings Jill's chest even more than the parasite growing inside of it for that to be the case.\n\n**\"Okay. But if you need *Anything,* You shout for me.\"**\n\nShe rests her hand atop Ashley's, before slipping away to leave her to it. Something about too many cooks in the kitchen and all that...\n\nJill returns to the dining area, and she sits down at a table - kicking her feet up on the table as she draws her knife and watches her reflection in its jagged metal edge. The BSAA's logo it etched into the flat surface of the steel, and she blinks as she relearns its shape.\n\n...She *Needs* To get this girl out of here."
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "\"I will. Don't worry.\" She said softly, nodding firmly to Jill, her face a slight tinge of red from the gentle gesture, but she shrugged if off as she cooked.\n\nJill's estimate of time was about right, but in that 20 minutes the world was dead silent, nothing but the subtle hum of electricity running through this building to keep them company. That was until came out with two plates of pasta, each adorned with sauce. \"And there we go... I don't think I did too bad. But I'll let *You* Be the judge.\" She said with a polite smile, setting the plate next to Jill and taking the seat on her left, further away from the door.\n\n\"You look comfortable.\" Ashley told her, glancing between her and the knife."
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "She had been lingering on the verge of sleep this whole time, but Ashley's arrival woke her back up again. Jill looks towards her, and lets her place the two plates down.\n\nThe smell of the tomato sauce hits her nose, and it makes her stomach rumble quietly... Not in a good way. She's not sure she'd be able to keep food down at this point, but she might as well *Try* To seem thankful for this meal she didn't ask for.\n\nOf course Ashley wouldn't just cook for herself. She's too... Sweet.\n\n**\"It can't be worse than some of the spaghetti I've had. If you ever want to see how *Bad* Pasta can be... Eat it in Italy.\"**\n\nSomehow, the worse *Italian cuisine* She's had has always been in Italy. Don't ask, because Jill doesn't know. She lifts Ashley's spaghetti into her lap anyway, and curls her fork into it - without actually eating any. At the remark about her comfort, she simply hums, and then she looks towards Ashley.\n\n*Cute.*\n\nShe did *Not* Just internally call her cute. Oh dear...\n\nJill then clears her throat in an attempt to recover, although it would probably work towards grabbing Ash's attention. **\"What are you... Going to do when you get home? Got a boyfriend waiting at home?\"**\n\n*Say it.*\n\nWhat *Is* This nasty little voice in the back of her head willing her to react like this?\n\n**\"...Girlfriend?\"**"
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "*Ashley had turned to her own food, not really one to watch others eat as she went into her own plate. A quiet groan of satisfaction escaped her lips as she took the first bite. The food wasn't exactly great. But it was hot and palatable, and that's more than she's had since she's been kidnapped.\n\n\"Italy? Really? That seems kind of ironic.\" She said after swallowing her food, taking a napkin and gently dabbing her despite nothing really being there.\n\n \"You'd think that wouldn't be true, but I guess those sorts of things can really surprise you.\" She mused aloud. Her eyes caught Jill's for just a moment, but then she glanced away, returning to her food, though she did raise an eyebrow when Jill cleared her throat, even if she didn't turn back to her right away. The question, however, did make her turn.\n\n\"I... I don't know what I'm going to do when I get home... Probably shower, for starters, I feel *So* Dirty right now...\" She said with a short laugh, though paused at the mention of having any significant others.\n\n\"Uhm... No. Nobody like that. Haven't really found anyone I like... Or who are comfortable with secret service around.\" She said after a moment, then shifted in her chair to face Jill.\n\n\"How about you?\""
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "God, she hates how her heart pounds upon hearing that Ashley's single.\n\n**\"No.\"**\n\nShe answers too quickly - not because she *Desperately needs* Ashley to know that she's single and ready to mingle, but rather because she doesn't even want to consider it. Chris... There's always been something between Jill and Chris, but he's so boneheaded; so damn *Focused* On his missions that he's never given romance a shot. Jill can't really complain, because she's much the same - ever busy and ever focused. Where she and her old STARS partner differ is that she doesn't *Drink.*\n\n**\"No-one.\"**\n\nAnd then, a huff escapes her nose.\n\n**\"Ashley, if this place has electricity and water... It'll have *Hot water.* After this, let's go find a room. And you can take that shower.\"**\n\nAnd Jill will call again for evac. The rooftop of the hotel should be a perfect pickup point, so as Ashley showers, she'll see if her radio still refuses to work. To hear someone's voice who isn't a crazy villager or a cultist would be lovely... Which is *Proooobably* Why she's loving this conversation with Ashley so much. Probably."
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "Ashley nodded at her response, her mind no longer on the half touched plate of spaghetti, or the untouched one near Jill. She was now a bit more curious about the agent assigned to save her life.\n\n\"I kinda find that hard to believe...\" She said softly, though her wandering mind perked up at the mention of hot water.\n\n\"Sounds like a plan. Could look now, I think I made a bit too much anyway... I mean, not like they'll miss it right?\" She quipped with a slight grin. \n\n\"Lead the way, Jill?\""
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "She finds that hard to believe?\n\nJill blinks at her. Ashley finds it *Hard to believe* That she's single? Unsure how to feel about that, Jill just purses her lips and then sets her meal back down on the table - certain that she doesn't have an appetite at all. And then she gets up.\n\n**\"Okay. On my heels.\"**\n\nShe puts her knife away, only to replace it in her hand with her handgun. And then she offers her free hand to Ashley again.\n\nThere's no use in holding Ashley's hand. Ashley knows not to wander, and - if anything - it restricts Jill's own movement. That being said, she... *Wants* To hold Ashley's hand. The little squeeze Ashley had delivered her back in the kitchen had been more than enough to solidify Jill's opinion that their hands fit too perfectly in one other's to ignore.\n\nWhether or not Ashley takes her hand, Jill leads her back through the door she'd blocked and out into the hallway. Deciding not to risk the elevator, Jill takes the stairs - her gun at the ready as she and Ashley climb from floor to floor, soon reaching the top. Jill's logic is that picking a room on the top floor would give them more time to run to the roof if the hotel is invaded, based on the hope that she'll be able to call for evac in here.\n\nAs soon as they're on the chopper home, she'll have that bug purged from Ashley's body. Having radioed ahead about the situation before her radio's connection died, she's sure the BSAA will have figured out a way to do that...\n\nOn many occasions, she looks at Ashley over her shoulder. Just to make sure she's okay, or relearn the shapes of her face.\n\nAnd then, they're on the top floor.\n\n** **\nElectricity means electric locks, so Jill had had to leave Ashley where she is before hurrying out onto the fire escape and scaling the face of the building to break in through the window: Opening the door for Ashley to come in after that was as easy as flicking the lock. **\"Your room, Ms. Graham,\"** She steps aside for her as soon as the door's open.\n\nIt's a standard affair for a hotel room, obviously: Cream-white walls, thick curtains, a walk-in closet, and an adjoined bathroom. And one bed. Oops."
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "\"Yes Ma'am.\" The response came from Ashley the same as it always did, the young woman taking Jill's hand casually, fingers brushing along her palm before settling into their mutual grip.\n\nAs the pair went up the stairs, Ashley had wanted to say something, but found it hard to break the silence. What *Did* She even want to say? Ask about Jill? Just chat? *Flirt?* Well... She wasn't opposed to the last option. And if they were going to be safe tonight...\n\nHer mind shifted back go reality as Jill's hand left her's and the agent was gone, leaving Ashley alone in the hallway with only her thoughts to accompany her. Maybe she would try... After all, she *Was* Single. And did ask first.\n\nWhen the door opened, Ashley smiled at the little display and gave a slight nod. \"Why thank you, Miss Valentine.\" She said with a little laugh, stepping in through the room to let the door close and lock.\n\n\"Cute. Made a good choice.\" She said, looking around the room. Was one bed intentional? Maybe they would take turns sleeping. Or maybe Ashley was overthinking it... Probably the second one, yeah.\n\n\"Okay... I'm going to go shower, you can join if you'd like, or go, uh... Do whatever you have to do. I'll be quick, promise.\" She said, not really realizing what she offered until she went into the bathroom, closing the door to silently panic as she undressed and ran the water."
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "Jill blinks as Ashley offers her to join her in the shower.\n\nAnd then she smiles as she watches her go hurrying away. The poor girl had no idea what she'd just said - and once again, she finds herself inwardly remarking at how damned cute the president's daughter is. As she hears the water start running, she sits down and removes the tie in her hair to let her short ponytail fall down around her shoulders.\n\nHer hair's a mess, of course. Strands of brown had tumbled out of her tie in the... Two-ish days she's been here, and she hasn't had the chance to fix her appearance - not that her appearance is at all important. She could desperately do with a wash as well, to clean all the blood and the dirt off of herself, but hiding out in this hotel is already enough of a risk... Leaving Ashley defenseless for long enough to shower isn't something she's willing to *Add* To that risk with.\n\nOf course, Jill had no idea what would be in this room. The one bed wasn't planned.\n\nShe also isn't planning to sleep, because she still won't be able to, and someone needs to keep watch. As soon as the chopper's here, she'll crash out - she just knows it.\n\nAnd speaking of...\n\nOnce her blue jacket's off - draped now over a chair in the room - Jill takes the radio from her belt and tries tuning it. Nothing but static comes through the speaker, and she closes her eyes as all seems hopeless. An alternate plan had been to find a way to cross the sea to the UK, but given what she's learnt about the parasite and how long of a journey that would be, she had to disregard it.\n\nSo aerial evac is the only way.\n\n**\"Come on...\"** Jill practically begs for her radio to work. And then, for a split second, it flares to life. Barry's voice comes through, and - although it exists as little more than vaguely-Barry-sounding static, it means Jill has a connection! **\"Barry!\"** She yells a bit (perhaps too excited for outside contact), **\"I *Have* Baby Eagle! We need evac on the roof of the hotel on the outskir\n\nTs of the village!\"**\n\n** **\nHe seems to be shouting back, but the communication is just too spotty for her to make anything out.\n\n**\"Barry!\"**\n\nIt dies. Jill grips the radio and hangs her head... Hopefully, that would be enough.\n\nUgh. She needs something to occupy herself with; she can't just sit here worrying over whether or not she'd just managed to call for help or not, so she gets up. Ashley's gonna need some clothes for after her shower, so she starts searching the nearby closet for some — not before stripping her black t-shirt off and tossing it, leaving herself now in a blue vest.\n\nIt's damn hot in here.\n\nHaving laid out some clothes for Ashley to sleep in on the end of the bed - a long-sleeved shirt and some dark jogging bottoms - Jill walks towards the window and peers out over the countryside.\n\nIn the distance, flames. There's what's left of Salazar's estate...\n\n*That's what he gets for fucking with my girl.*\n\n*...Ashley's __my girl__ now?*\n\n*Damn right she is.*"
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "Man, Ashley had *Forgot how *Self-satisfying* A shower could be. Of course, it could've been a bit more satisfying, but Jill had refused her offer, and she both relieved and a bit disappointed. Her shower was quick, a little over five minutes before the water ran off.\n\nThe blonde dried off, using her hand as a makeshift come to semi-organize her hair, and tied off the towel around her body as she was *Not* Putting those clothes back on until they were cleaned.* \"Hey Jill, uh... I didn't think this far ahead, you wouldn't happen to just have, a shirt would you? Maybe some pants? Hell, even just a large shirt would be fine.\" She said, her head peeking out from the bathroom, a few wisps of steam escaping as she peeked out at Jill staring out the window.\n\nHer eyes had wandered for a moment, then snapped to the bed, seeing the clothes laid out for her. \"Oh, sweet. Reading my mind.\" She said with a laugh, fully opening the door to grab the clothes.\n\n\"Showers all yours, now...\"\n\n*Unless you'd like a hand? Christ, I'm not saying that...*\n\nA blush formed. \"I-I'm gonna change now.\" She said, putting a hand on Jill's shoulder before she went into the closet, flicked the light on and closed it. At least there was enough room to change in there and keep *Some* Modesty."
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "**\"Mm-hmm.\"**\n\nThe tension is real.\n\nJill always expects Ashley's sentences to include some measure of flirtation, but it seems she always thinks better of it... That hand on her shoulder as she'd headed for the closet, though...\n\nValentine's always been good at separating life and work, but all the stresses of this mission in Spain, and her exhaustion, have all worn down her defenses. Her inner voice screams at her to hurry up behind Ashley before she can disappear into the closet, wrap her arms around her waist, and tell her not to bother with getting dressed. The girl - all her warmness, and her nervousness, and her cute little laughs - is just demanding a finger gently stroking along her—\n\nUgh. Stop it!\n\nJill winces her way out of this destructive train of thought - and then she realizes that she has failed to move away from the window... She's just been staring at the closet. So she turns her eyes back outside and sighs to herself.\n\nHer heart pounds. Her legs feel heavy, as if her body is trying to fight her urge to stomp over and throw those closet doors open and press her lips against Ashley's. But no; too late. She's walking towards the doors, and the second the blonde comes out of the closet (haha), she coils one hand around her waist to land her hand on the small of her back, holding the blonde quite delicately as her sharp blue eyes pierce down into hers.\n\nHer lips hand open for a second as she searches for the right words... But maybe there *Are* No right words. Silence will do. Silence... And the warmth of Ashley's body as Jill kisses her softly on the lips.\n\nIt's a very short kiss. Jill pulls back almost immediately, and hugs Ashley closer to her.\n\n...That was probably a bad idea."
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "*Ashley waited in silence as she got dressed, listening for the sound of footsteps to head toward the shower. But of course they never came. Jill was just too darn stubborn to take care of herself it seemed.\n\n*I'm about to force her into that shower if I have too-*\n\nHer train of thought was cut off by the sound of footsteps, and at first Ashley thought maybe she was going to shower, finally do herself some good, but... Where those footsteps moving *Toward* Her?\n\nAshley had just gotten the shirt over her body and taken a step toward the door when Jill opened, her eyes widened slightly in surprise, which was coupled with the shocked gasp of a hand pressed to the small of her back, closing the distance between them in the doorframe.\n\nShe was about to ask what was going on, but the words wouldn't leave her throat, instead met with a kiss that turned Ashley *Beat* Red in a flash, but she didn't remotely pull away in the slightest.\n\nShe's left starstruck for a moment, blinking twice at Jill as she struggled to process what the *Hell* Just happened. She was still processing the faint flicker of sweat and what she assumed was gunpowder she tasted off Jill, as vivid was it was in her mind. But luckily, her body moved faster than her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around Jill in a definitely less sensual and suave manner, but still endearing.\n\n*You got this Ashley, just be confident!*\n\n\"So... Uhm... That was... Fuck it.\" She decided, leaning in to kiss the agent again, one of her hands slowly mirroring the spot on her lower back, the other sliding down to rest against her hip, fingers finding places where the could around the belt of stuff she had. Her own kiss had lasted a bit longer, saying what she couldn't. \n\nDefinitely *Not* A bad idea."
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "Ashley's kiss is sweet, and unlike Jill's chapped lips, hers are so soft. She hums into the kiss - a low rumble of appreciation for how Ashley's lips finally melt away the hesitation in her mind.\n\nNothing's stopping her now...\n\nAs Ashley's hands explore her belt, Jill's hands explore her hips. In other words, she grabs Ashley's hips and lifts her up, carrying her towards the bed, only to kiss her again as she does so, her tongue gently sliding along her lips just to let Ashley know that she doesn't plan only on kissing her tonight.\n\n**\"I can't believe such a pretty young woman is single,\"** She says as she sits Ashley down on the edge of the bed, **\"I'm going to have to fix that~\"**\n\nAnd then she leans in and presses a kiss on Ashley's neck, trailing up towards her earlobe, which she gently nibbles on as she plays with the hem of Ashley's bottoms. Jill wants them off... After she's finished nibbling possessively on Ashley's ear, she whispers, **\"Tell me what you want, Baby Eagle~\"**"
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "*Ashley let's out a quiet gasp as she's suddenly lifted off the ground her let's wrapping around Jill's waist for support, as well as leaning into the kiss. She swore her heart was audibly pounding in her chest, and as Jill's tongue slid along her lips she let out a quiet gasp. \n\n*How did she manage to bag an incredibly attractive special agent?* She thought to herself as she was sat at the edge of the bed, her hands now resting on the foot of the bed as Jill leaned into her. She was really fighting the urge to move her hands now, another soft gasp escaped her as lips trailed up, ending in a whine as nibbles on her earlobe.\n\nAshley's hands finally moved, her left arm reaching out to grab at her vest and tugging her closer. \"You can just call me Ashley, y'know?\" She teased in a whisper, planting a quick peck on her cheek.\n\n\"But... I want *You.* This place has been hell, I think we are both due a bit of... Relaxing.\" Ashley said, attempting to tug Jill forward as she leaned back.\n\nShe hoped she was doing this right..."
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "**\"Well... I *Did* Come here to... *Take care of you.*\"**\n\nShe's never been a great flirt.\n\nAnyway, as Ashley pulls Jill with her, Jill falls with her, ending up keeping herself up with her two arms on either side of Ashley. She smiles down at the girl, before leaning in to kiss her once more, forcing her tongue into her mouth and gliding it over hers, passionately making out with the president's daughter. Fuck... If President Graham ever finds out about this—\n\n...Would he *Care,* Actually? If Ashley's happy doing this, then there should be no problem. Besides, following protocol pretty much stopped as soon as Jill started slaughtering villagers by the dozen.\n\nJill hums once more as she continues to kiss Ashley, a strand of their spit hanging between their lips once she stops. She looks down at her for a second longer, before daring to smile. And then she moves to sit up - now staddling Ashley's lap - as she undoes her belt and tosses it onto the floor. Her vest soon follows; she has to practically *Peeeeel* It off of her body. Now, she's just in her bra, and she lets Ashley take her in for a few seconds before climbing off of her.\n\n**\"Take those clothes off and get comfortable.\"**\n\nShe barks the order in the same tone she's told Ashley to do everything: *Ashley, get in this locker. Ashley, stay close to me. Ashley, get naked so we can have sex.*\n\nYup.\n\nMeanwhile, Jill kicks off her boots and then quickly gets off her pants. Lastly, she tosses her socks too - leaving her in just her underwear; a pair of grey fabric shorts and a matching bra. Then she crawls onto the bed, landing in front of Ashley, and kisses her neck.\n\n*Fuck,* She wishes she was wearing lipstick... Seeing Ashley covered in her favorite color would just be divine..."
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "A chuckle left Ashley's lips as her back hit the mattress, surprisingly it was soft, and she just barely sank into it, which was a nice feeling. This situation they were in, it was so absurd, it felt like a fantasy... Bit for this moment? God, she was glad it was real.\n\nAshley accepted the kiss her hands resting on the hips of her savior as they made out, her mouth parting to let Jill have her way with her, tongue dancing to meet her, just barely not submitting to her. This, if she had to guess, was heaven, and of all the short flings she had... This was by far the best, despite the circumstances. Experience goes a long way, she supposed.\n\nAshley is left panting for breath, blushing as her eyes meet Jill's, the blonde then eyeing the strand of saliva connecting them before she broke it when a quick flick of her tongue, followed by licking her own lips. Ashley watches with eager eyes as Jill strips, hands resting on Jill's thighs as she forgets what to do with them once more, completely enraptured by the woman over her. The order made her blink, and unconsciously she bit her lower lip.\n\n\"Y-yes Ma'am.\" She responded in kind, her hands moving to action as she first pulled the leggings off her body, letting them get discarded into the darkness of the room before she worked on her shirt. Of course, she wasn't wearing underwear of any kind, as she hadn't want to put on the old pair, at least not until they were washed. \n\nAshley had her shirt still around her wrists by the time Jill climbed back over her, easily could've been a makeshift binding if someone were to be keen to that sort of thing.\n\nAshley easily tilted her head to the side, heated, delighted breathes escaping her as Jill got back on top of her. She was definitely enjoying the feeling, there was no denying that."
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "**\"Ma'am,\"** Jill repeats.\n\nAshley's been calling her that their whole time together.\n\n**\"I *Like* That...\"**\n\nAnd then she helps get the shirt off of Ashley's arms. She too notices its potential for tying Ashley up, but she came here expecting to make an arrest; handcuffs dangle from the belt currently sitting on the ground. If she wants to tie Ashley up, she's going to do it properly.\n\nShe then kisses Ashley's collar, landing her lips perfectly over her breastbone. And then she moves down again, kissing now between her breasts... Which are *Almost* The same size as Jill's.\n\nHer skin is so warm after that shower... And from the taste of it, she used some coconut soap. Jill lets out a huff, which would tingle Ashley's skin, and then she asks her slowly, **\"Have you been with a woman before, *Ashley?*\"**\n\nSeems she's actually calling Ash by her name, as requested.\n\nInstead of waiting for a response, Jill licks along Ashley's chest, back up towards her neck where she kisses again. Obviously, she's teasing her; she had just gotten *So close* To her tits only to back up to her collar. But then she kisses her way back down once more, and glides to the right. Her lips now level with Ashley's nipple, she moves in to kiss it, and then runs her tongue up her breast.\n\n**\"Hmm~ Someone's excited.\"**\n\nHer teeth then find their way to her nipple, and she gently latches on, rolling the erect point of pink skin between her teeth as her tongue laps at it and her lips work on sucking the circle of pink around it. Meanwhile, her other hand begins to massage Ashley's *Other* Breast, squeezing its most sensitive point between her index finger and her middle finger, very gently twitching it every now and then.\n\nShe's being remarkably gentle with her - unsure what Ashley's limit is. But things will speed up unless Ashley tells her to stop."
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "Ashley was quick to ball up the shirt and toss it into the dark as well, her eyes not leaving the agent for a moment as Jill leaned back in. A sigh escapes her as lips met her collar, the woman tensing slightly, her hands gaining a mind of their own and moving up and running along the arms before she tried to interlace her fingers over Jill's. \n\nA soft whine escaped the blonde as she glides over her nipple., her head tilting back to look at the ceiling as she struggled to catch her breath, trying to find a moment to speak.\n\n\"N-no-!\" She managed to gasp out, cut off by a short, high pitched moan, even just these gentle actions getting her going.\n\n\"C-christ hard no to be exicted in the position-\" *She whined out, her left hand trailing up Jill's arm, fingers splaying out across her skin as it trailed up the muscle, coming around her shoulder before lightly clawing at her shoulder blade, as if in trying to pull her in closer.\n\nIn the past, her few romances she had, she had some sort of control, but here, she was totally helpless, and *God* Did she love it."
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "Oh, she thinks she knows what that little tugging on her shoulder means.\n\nJill slows her playing with Ashley's nipples, and sits up again - gliding forwards to press her chest against Ashley's. At first, it might come across as a way of saying *\"See how much bigger mine are?\"* But then Jill reaches backwards and undoes her bra. Suddenly, the only thing holding her underwear up is how close their chests are.\n\nThis moment of calm... Is so nice. And Jill runs her fingers through Ashley's beautiful blonde hair. **\"None of this is fair on you...\"** She speaks softly, her voice low in the silence of the abandoned hotel, **\"You didn't deserve being brought here. You'll be home soon.\"**\n\nShe stops guiding her fingers through Ashley's locks of gold, and wraps the them around her digits instead to hold her head.\n\n**\"And when you are, I want to see you again. Call it *Overtime.*\"**\n\nHey! That's Ashley's line!\n\nBefore Ashley can break the fourth wall and protest, Jill kisses her again, deeply and passionately just to solidify the fact that Ashley is now well and truly *All hers.* Her tongue explores every bump on Ashley's, until she *Has* To part to breathe... And then she goes down on her; freeing her hand from her hair and kissing all the way down to Ashley's crotch. Meanwhile, her bra falls away, landing on Ashley's lap - and Jill throws it before running her tongue between Ashley's legs.\n\n**\"Hold my hair, Ash.\"**\n\nAnd then she grabs her thighs, pulls them apart, and pushes her tongue inside."
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"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "*As Jill relents the Assault on her body she catches her breath, the hand against her back falling off to the woman's hip, which even then shifted to not to sneakily palm her ass as she leaned in and pressed into her, biting her lip as she met Jill's eyes. Her eyes were rather quickly drawn to the movement of hands, watching the bra come undone and hang Loosely off her shoulders, only to next feel a hand gently run through her hair.*\n\n\"I want you to do me a favor, then. Make me forget where I am, tonight.\" She said, her hand loosely entwining with Jill as she slid her hair forward to gently lock into the side of her head.\n\nBefore she could get another word in, she met with another kiss, matching her intensity with a ravenous kiss, where this time her tongue did actively wrestle with her for dominance, confidence seemingly growing in that moment.\n\nWhen Jill pulled away Ashley chased to give her another quick kiss, giggling as the agent slid down between her legs.\n\nOne hand planted firmly in her hair, while a single leg wrapped around her as well, almost locking her in place.\n\n\"I can do more than that~\""
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"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "The scream of her name draws a content hum out of Jill's throat. It rumbles lowly in her neck; easily mistaken for a growl. Hell, it might as well have been. Ashley's been touch-starved for the past few days, but goddamn it, so has Jill - and the blonde's simply the one lucky enough to be on the receiving end of the expected frustrations that come with being separated from her vibrator.\n\nJill's here to kick ass and eat Ashley out, and she's all outta ass.\n\nShe continues to play with her tongue for a while, her grip squeezing at Ashley's shaped thighs as she hears the girl scream, but eventually, she stops - only to quickly replace the motion of her tongue with that of her fingers: A pair slip inside Ashley, as her thumb begins to toy with her clit. This frees her lips up, and she uses them to kiss Ashley - giving her a taste of herself as their tongues wrap together. This time, there's no contest in Jill being the more dominant of the two as their make-out *Actually* Makes her growl; the hunger for Ashley too much to contain.\n\nAnd when the kiss is over, she leans in - her fingers still quickly working Ashley's pussy - and whispers lowly in her ear, so much gravel in her voice.\n\n**\"Expect more of this when we're home~\"**\n\nAnd then she closes her teeth around her neck, rolling the skin between them to leave a lovebite; therefore evidence of their sex be damned. Right now, she couldn't give less of a fuck about the consequences of fucking the president's daughter."
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{
"author": "Ashley Graham",
"message": "Ashley had only been growing more sensitive subtle twitches in her body giving away the pleasure she felt as if the moans and whines weren't enough.\n\nHer hand remained at her neck for awhile, head tilted back in bliss as she became the vent for all of Jill's sexual frustrations, and she was more than happy to do so.\n\nA soft whine escaped Ashley as she felt the tongue stop, replaced with another low moan as her fingers replaced it, her leg sliding away so Jill could climb back over her.\n\nAshley's head tilted up to meet the kiss, only to quickly be shot back down into the mattress as she was rather fiercely dominated, something that too made her moan, as the hand on her neck wrapped around Jill and dug into her shoulder blade.\n\n\"H-ha~ Fuck... Please!\" Was all she managed to get put between heated breathes and moans, her head tilted to the side to expose more of her neck as Jill nipped the sensitive skin, which was all the more obvious as her thighs squished around the hand still inside her.*"
},
{
"author": "jill valentine.",
"message": "Jill takes this opportunity to bite her partner some more. Her teeth grip more skin on her neck, and then when she's satisfied with the constellation of future bruises she's left, she turns to Ashley's shoulder and closes her teeth around a spot of soft skin between the base of her neck and her blade.\n\nAnd then - again - her voice, hushed in whisper.\n\n**\"Come for me.\"**\n\nAgain, more obvious to be a command, **\"Come for me, girl.\"**\n\nThen her tongue runs back up Ashley's neck and she kisses her, intending for their tongues to meet the second the blonde hits her climax. That would be the perfect ending to what has so far been the best night Jill's had in years."
}
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{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia was dressed up, wearing a nice blouse and skirt as she gripped her purse strap. She wasn't normally one to try dating apps... But her sister had convinced her to try it out, so she had. And then she hit it off with a really cool guy! Granted, she was a little worried still, but... In the end ya gotta live a little right?* \n\"It's alright Lia... Even if things don't go well in person, at least you have your students to give you candy on Valentine's Day! A-and other things for teacher appreciation day...\" \n\n*She was trying to give herself a pep talk, and it was only kind of working.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He was also dressed up, wearing an expensive looking suit with all the works. He walked into the dining area but had to duck under the entrance due to his sheer height, he had never been to fancy places like this... Let alone with a female. He had downloaded the dating app out of pure boredom but ended up getting attracted to a very beautiful woman, this was the first time he had been in love since most people were afraid of him back in his world. He looked around the restaurant before spotting Aurelia*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She looked up and smiled, stumbling out of her seat to wave and greet him. She didn't get stood up! Maybe her sister was right about dating apps... And he was definitely as handsome as she thought he was.* \"H-hi! It's so nice to finally meet you...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Same here, you're even more beautiful in person. Is this your first time here, because I've never really been to a place like this\"\n\n*Despite his calm exterior, his heart was beating like a drum, this was the first time he had actually talked to a woman in person and his body didn't know how to react... Ironic how he trained to be the strongest warrior just to get flustered by a beautiful woman almost half his size*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She smiled nervously, nodding.* \"Same... I don't usually come to places like this... A-and you're very handsome!\" *She mumbled, blushing profusely.* \n\n*Aurelia smiled brightly. She was SO glad she wasn't fished. She'd never been one to go on dates, so this was a first for her as well.* \"Shall we go over the menu together? Or do you already know what you'd like?\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"The menu seems like a good idea, probably just going to get something simple. Do you know what you want?\"\n\n*He picked up a menu and began to skim through it a little, partially because he didn't know what food this restaurant had to offer and also because he didn't want to stare at her for too long and look like a creep*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Uhm...\" *She trailed off, thinking for a moment before picking her menu, sneakily taking glances at him every now and then.* \"I think I'll have the... Avocado burger? What about you?\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Hmmmmm, I guess I'll take the waygu steak. So tell me more about yourself, do you have a job or are you a freelance type of person\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Oh! Well, I'm a teacher at a nearby preschool school... \" *She smiled brightly, taking a sip of water.* \"It's not much... But I love it. Its so nice interacting with the students and their parents, you know? What abour you Otakemaru?\""
}
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{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Well I am the owner of a manufacturing company, I make weapons for military, police, and government forces. I tried to apply to be a bodyguard but my idea of protect and my client's idea of protect didn't exactly match up\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She chuckled, nodding.* \"That's pretty cool! It does make me curious as to what your idea of protection is...\" \n\n*Aurelia trailed off, smiling mainly to herself. What an interesting individual she matched with!*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"If you tell me to protect you, any person that makes you feel pain is going to be hospitalized. Hopefully that doesn't scare you, I've been called overprotective at times for that exact reason.\"\n\n*Due to his background, he couldn't understand that hurting someone that bad for something that minor was not ok. I mean his world was set in a period where that was mostly ok to do but now that he is in the modern world he has to change his way of thinking a bit*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Aww!! That's actually pretty... Cute?\" *Aurelia blushed, twiddling her thumbs in her lap. She didn't want to weird him out by saying that she found that to be very attractive-*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Really? That's makes me like you even more\"\n\n*He reached over and grabbed her hands and just began to look into her eyes. He had never met a person in this world that liked that type of violence, even if the end goal he had in mind was protecting them, now that he found out she saw it as 'Cute' he is now in guard dog mode and any male that gets near her will get the stick eye*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia blushed even harder, looking into his, smiling slightly.* \"R-really?\"\n\n*Her heart was racing, and she just KNEW that she had an embarrassing look on her face. She definitely didn't mind the protectiveness... If anything it made her like him much more, as it made her feel much safer around him.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Really, do you believe in true love Aurelia, because i think i found mine\"\n\n*He leaned down and kissed her hands softly as a small amount of blush appeared on his face*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"I-I'd like to... Fairytales have always been a soft spot for me.\" *She whispered, averting her eyes shyly as her hands gripped around his.* \"Perhaps... I found mine as well.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Fairytales huh, I have something to show and tell you that I probably should have told you when we first started messaging. Promise me that you will not be afraid after I show and tell this to you\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Lia glanced up, giving Otakemaru a curious look.* \"I doubt anything you show me could be scary, but... Sure!\" \n\n*Aurelia smiled softly, squeezing his hand.* \"I'm sure it'll be fine...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Ok\"\n\n*He smiled as he put his hands over his face. He pulled his hands away slowly, as his true face was now slightly exposed as his human face was half gone. His true face was the pure definition of demonic; his teeth were bloody, yellow, and sharp. His eyes glowed red and purple and shone with raw power; his skin was purple and had scars all over. As he showed her this, everyone around them seemed to be frozen in time. This was so he wouldn't cause a mass panic since even if Aurelia got scared and ran away, no one would believe her.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia stared at him, studying his face before tilting her head. She was definitely surprised, but she didn't find him repulsive at all... She knew first hand, that its what is on the inside, that shows a persons ugliness, not appearance.* \"Oh! Well... This *Is* Definitely surprising, but...\" \n\n*She trailed off, blushing as she shyly met his eyes.* \"It's not bad.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Really, I thought you would be disgusted by me\"\n\n*He put his human face back on as everyone around them started to move again like nothing happened.*\n\n\"But I'm glad this doesn't make anything different, I know it's kind of early to say this but I think we were destined for each other\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"I don't think I could be disgusted by something like that... Not unless someone has an ugly personality...\" *She muttered, chuckling.* \n\n\"And I truly hope so! I find myself enjoying your company and talking with you quite a bit.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Do you wanna go someplace more relaxing, maybe we can open up more if we're in that type of environment\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her heart raced once more, her blush traveling up to her ears, nodding. She may have been thinking a few... Dirty thoughts, but she wanted to spend more time with him either way.* \"S-sure! I'd love to.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Come on\"\n\n*He got up and went over to her side before picking her up like a princess would get picked up by her prince. He then used a pit of his power to teleport them to the *"
}
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{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia squeaked, a little surprised as to how quickly they traveled. She held onto Otakemaru, hiding her face as she was embarrassed.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Want me to get you a swimsuit? Or are you a skinny dipping type of girl?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"I-I um... Would it be possible to get one? I don't think I've ever gone skinny dipping before...\" *She whispered, grinning slightly.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I can actually make you one, but I don't want to make it to skimpy, unless you're into that kinda stuff\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Oh! Well...\" *She smiled, looking up at him. She decided to put full trust into him... I mean, what could possibly go wrong? Right?* \"I'll wear whatever you think would be a nice swimsuit? I'm not picky...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Ok\"\n\n*He opens up his hands and began to collect aura in his hands, a couple of seconds later the aura formed its self into a regular looking swimsuit, although it was kinda transparent due to what it was made of*\n\n\"Here we go\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Its very pretty.\" *She said, looking at the swimsuit, taking it into her hands.* \"Thank you, Otakemaru!\""
}
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{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Your very welcome Aurelia\"\n\n*He took off his clothes in front of her before summoning swim trunks over his member*\n\n\"If you want me to turn away I can\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Oh no... Its fine.\" *She blushed, skillfully putting the swimsuit on under her blouse and skirt.* \"I've learned how to change in very... Not good places. You wont *Believe* The amount of paint children can spill on you.\" \n\n*Once securing the swimsuit, she stripped out of her skirt and blouse, making sure to fold her undergarments inbetween the fabric so it wouldn't be in the open.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Children run when I try to get near them so I wouldn't know\"\n\n*He went over to the hot tub and slowly sank into it with a satisfied sigh*\n\n\"So do you have any children of your own?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Oh.. No...\" *She said, slowly entering the tub as well, deciding to be brave and sit next to him.* \"I've only recently graduated college, and I never really had time to... Fool around.\" *She said, chuckling.* \"Although, I think I would like to have at least a child someday.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Me too, maybe we can help each other out\"\n\n*He said playfully as he chuckled, he was completely comfortable around Aurelia as he even wrapped his arm around*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Oh? That does seem like a good idea.\" *She said, chuckling. Aurelia relaxed completely, and gently rested her head on his shoulder.* \"How long have you been in the weaponry business?\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Lets just say since WW1, most weapons today were built off of my prototypes. My stocks are basically untouchable since humans love to kill their own for some reason, i would never kill my own even if they plan on killing me\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Oh! That's very interesting... I'd imagine you know a lot about history then.\" *She said, giggling.* \"Seeing as you've practically lived through most major wars...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Most of the important ones anyway, wish i could have seen the Trojan War tho, if i was their I would have never fallen for such a simple deception. I can take you some places you probably never seen before, places full of magic and such\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia smiled, nodding.* \"That' sounds quite romantic! And beautiful... I'd love to go there with you some time.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"So what made you even go on a dating app, you don't seem like the type of person that would be consciously looking for a partner\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"I won't lie, I didn't want to. I've had bad experiences with trying to put myself out in the dating scene in the past, but... My older sister convinced me to try it out.\" *She said sheepishly.* \"I'm glad I did though, I got to meet a wonderful guy! What about you?\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Well I did it out of boredom and loneliness, out of all the time I've been alive this is the first time someone hasn't been afraid of me. The woman where I come from are to... Loose, like they never just stay put with one person.\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"That's unfortunate...\" *She said, nodding.* \"I can understand why you'd resort to a dating app due to it.\" \n\n*Aurelia looked up and glanced at Otakemaru once more before smiling to herself. Was it bad that she found herself a bit giddy at that?*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"But now I found you, and I can feel your not like that, I can see it in your heart\"\n\n*He began poking her chest*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She blushed, and looked up at him.* \"You can tell all that just by my heart?\" *I mean... Its true, but... Aurelia found that to be quite endearing. Even if his fingers were essentially touching her breasts right now.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Yes, your heart is healthy and pure... Ish, while mine is black and evil by nature. If a human had may heart he couldn't last 5 seconds without committing unspeakable crimes\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"As concerning as that would be, I understand.\" *She said, mumbling.* \"Wait- what do you mean pure- *Ish*?!\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I can see visualize every thought you think about that involves me, I also see your ALL your emotions and feelings as entirely separate entities, do I need I need to say more?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She sat in the hot tub, blushing. Steam was rising off of her head, not because of the heat.. That's for sure. But pure horror and embarrassment.* \"Oh my gods. I-I'm so sorry!\" \n\n*Aurelia quickly slapped her cheeks, looking away from him.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"No need to be sorry Aurelia, I find it flattering that you think of me in such a way. If it makes you feel better we are similar in that regard\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"A-are you sure?\" *She whispered, slowly turning back to look at him once more.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I'm positive\"\n\n*He lifted her chin up gently to look in her eyes\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her eyes widened as they met his, and her heart raced once more. Were they going to kiss?!* \" 'm glad...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Likewise...\"\n\n*He slowly moved closer before planting his lips against hers in a passionate kiss*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia allowed herself to relax, molding her lips against his as she let him take lead. Her hands slowly made their way up to wrap around Otakemaru, as she brought herself closer to him.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He wrapped his hands around her waist as he pulled himself closer as well. His heart began beating really fast, but not from nervousness, for pure happiness and excitement*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia pulled away after a moment, panting softly. She moved so that she was on his lap, and pressed her lips against his once more. She enjoyed this feeling.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*As she sat on his lap, a bulge began to appear in his swim trunks. He attempted to slowly moves his hands down to her ass as he didn't care for the risk at this point*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She giggled, pressing herself against him as she peppered kisses on his lips and jaw.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He gripped her ass tightly as his bulge got even bigger*\n\n\"Want to go somewhere more private?\"\n\n*He said with a slight smirk appearing on his face*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia whimpered quietly, nodding.*\n\n\"I'd love to...\" *She whispered, looking up at him as her hands gripped at his shoulders.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Ok then\"\n\n*He teleported them to"
}
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{
"author": "Marley Neal",
"message": "-She was surprised at herself as they made it all the way to the hot tubbing area. With a final effort, she flopped Adam down onto a beach chair, her chest heaving as she huffed out of breath. -"
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"Damn you managed to carry me all the way here? Fuck, you're strong, protective AND fast. Hot as fuck you fucking vixen~\" *He chuckled, looking around* \"Ohh I see you've brought us towards the hot tub, but I'm curious as to know wh-\" *He looks at her*"
},
{
"author": "Marley Neal",
"message": "-She had already discarded her clothing, standing before him in her undergarments. With a smirk, she glanced at Adam.- \"Only place I know that'll relax me after that,\" -she quipped, sauntering over to the beach chair where he lay and straddling his lap. Her hands moving slowly to the collar of his robe before resting them on his chest. \"You wanna join me, Adam?\" -she invited teasingly."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "*Blush, yellow blush actually coats his cheeks as he saw her seducing him like this. Holy shit she has the hottest body in all of creation, he thought to himself, letting her straddle him.* \"F-F-Fuck~\" *He stuttered, holding her hips.* \"I think I will~\""
},
{
"author": "Marley Neal",
"message": "\"Good, so don't keep me waiting,\" -she replied, her hands resting where his rested on her hips. With a gentle motion, she lifted herself up and walked towards the tub, gesturing for him to follow. -"
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"Don't worry I'll be there in a minute you fine ass minx~ Ok dick, this is the hottest piece of fucking ass you've ever banged in your fucking life. You've fucked her once and did a good job but I don't want good, I want almost marriage material... Or maybe a very melted, exhausted Marley, so get out there, destroy that ass, and prepare to slaughter that hole. You do this and it's heaven for you, now get out there and make sure she experiences perfection.\"\n\n*He smiles evilly at it and then gets up, following her, admittedly just watching her ass sway from side to side.*"
},
{
"author": "Marley Neal",
"message": "-She stepped into the pool, lifting her arms to gather her hair into a ponytail. Standing at the edge inside the pool, she watched as Adam approached closer.- \"Go on, can't get in the pool with the robe on,\" -she chuckled, biting her lips as she eyed him down like a hot piece of meat."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"Oh right, wouldn't want to get that heavenly silk wet\" *Takes it off and reveals not only his body, a mixture of abs and a dad bod, but also tosses it aside and gets into the hot tub with her.* \"Ahhh yeaahh that's what I've been waiting for~\" *Sits down, his arms outstretched as he relaxes into the hot tub.*"
},
{
"author": "Marley Neal",
"message": "-She almost squealed seeing his dad bod, her eyes primal as she watched him step into the hot tub. Waiting until he was comfortable, she observed as he outstretched his arms and fully relaxed to the soothing bubbling of the hot tub. Slowly, she moved over next to him. \"Enjoying the tub?\" She asked, her hand stroking his thigh."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "*He strokes her thigh, caressing her hips and lovingly cuddles her within the hot tub.* \"Its scalding, it's so hot it's relaxing. But enjoying my Marls makes it so much better.~ how bout you babe, enjoying the hot tub and all that it has to offer?~\""
},
{
"author": "Marley Neal",
"message": "-She smiled, snuggling up against his neck as he pulled her in closer, caressing her hips, she softly groaned in enjoyment.\nHer finger twirled around the hairs on his chest as she kept her eyes halfway closed.\n\n\"Mhm, all of it and its offerings,\" She grinned, squeezing his thighs a bit before straddling him. Her arms wrapped behind his neck, and her back slightly arched.\n\n\"Specifically you, in this case,\" She flirtatiously chuckled."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "*He loves it whenever she straddles him, it was so hot having to be this intimately close to her, to have her rub against him so fondly and having his crotch be so close to hers.*\n\n*Plus her ass sat down on top of his legs, she squeezed his thighs in which in turn he squeezed hers back. \"God in heaven, how did I ever get so lucky with you~\"\n\nHe grins, the waters were up and around the both of them. \"I think I'm hungry again~\""
},
{
"author": "Marley Neal",
"message": "\"I should be asking myself that question,\" -she chuckled, nudging closer to his groin, her breasts practically smothering him. She quirked a brow before looking around and the surrounding water.- \n\n\"Wanna bring me back to the beach chair?\" She suggested rubbing at his neck, that was the only way he could have dined in right? -"
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "*He carries her bridal style towards the beach chair.* \"Gladly~\" He flirtatiously retorts, setting her down ontop of the chair while he gets on top of her. \n\nHis golden tongue sneaks out of his mouth and licks in between her cleavage hungrily. Every single rub, touch and grope he did out of blind, lovesick passion. \n\n\"I want you Marley, and I'll do anything to make that happen~ I only hope you feel the same my sexy love\" *He added, things were getting steamy between them*"
}
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{
"author": "Erza (Bunny outfit)",
"message": "*Erza was the waitress at one of the hotels, she was also the performer, specializing in belly dancing and among other talents whilst being a swordswoman. She did whoever notice something or someone quite handsome yet totally strange and having the aura of a strange creature but she didn't mind.*\n\n*She walks over towards his table and then asks.* \"Hello sir, what can I get started for you this evening? There's plenty of things on the menu for you to try sir and I'll try and keep the utmost hospitality for your pleasure sir.\"\n\n*She added quite eloquently, a woman of manners and of fancy as well as seductive deadliness.*"
},
{
"author": "Nick 404",
"message": "*Unfortunately 404 wasn't the one to come out his room and be around so many people, albeit his favorite superstar was out and about working today and they had a special event going on. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to see her in such an erotic fashionable attire. His heavy panting went unnoticed to Nick. The excitement he felt while daydreaming how well it'll fit her voluptuous body.*\n\n*He was drooling at this point and he had his phone ready to capture her existence. What he didn't realize was that his existence went noticed by her. He suddenly jolted out of his dreamscape and slightly gazed up in Erza direction. It took him a minute, but what he imagined was crushed by the real damn thing.* \"Y-you. I-. My precious superstar~..What would be on the menu. I'll buy anything you make.\" *He was obviously love struck and being her number one fan was just a title but he carried it.*"
},
{
"author": "Erza (Bunny outfit)",
"message": "\"Superstar huh? Well thank you for the kind, flattering words but\" *She sits onto his lap, caressing his face as she picks up the menu, about to kiss him before putting it up in front of his eyes.* \"You have to order specifically first in order to... Get your order right~ we've gotta... Satisfy your every single need of course.\"\n\n*She giggles, standing up and allowing her titties to bounce just enough for him to look up and stare as much as he wanted. She could change into armor he wanted too, especially the belly dancing one, the sea empress one or the seduction armored one for his desirable viewing pleasure.*\n\n\"Take your time sir, I shall be with you in a moment~ unless you are ready to order of course.\""
}
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{
"author": "Zelda",
"message": "She *Knows* It was unwise to leap through the random portal that had opened up right in front of her one day.\n\n...But what was she supposed to do? *Not* Investigate what seemed to be a sprawling city on the other side? Yeah, right! Having grabbed Link's hand, Zelda sprung right through into this strange new world - only for the wormhole to promptly close.\n\nAnd oh, the observations she has been able to make.\n\nSeems this alternate world has followed a vastly different developmental path from her and Link's own. The people here are taller, on average, and their ears aren't pointed... Zelda also can't sense any magic in the air, but she *Can* Sense... *Something else.* The air is thicker here; it's a little harder to breathe. Only incrementally, but still - it's something she's noticed. She supposes all their vehicles might have something to do with that. Zelda knows what a *Car* Is: She's seen the old Sheikah blueprints for such contraptions, but they were abandoned because a good old horse and cart worked twice as well.\n\nAnd didn't pollute. Go figure.\n\nStill, it's very interesting to look into an alternate presence; to read their news and learn of their politics. Unfortunately, though, Zelda isn't the hyperactive explorer she'd like to be—she *Does* Actually need to sleep.\n\nSo she had walked into a hotel and passed a green ruppee across the counter. Having cleared her throat, she requested, **\"One room with two bed, please,\"** And the receptionist had just stared at the green jewel in her hand.\n\nZelda had then glanced back at Link over her shoulder and mumbled, **\"What do you suppose the conversion rates of ruppees here are—?\"**\n\n** **\nNevertheless, they got their room, and right now, Zelda sits on the foot of her bed, sorting through the \"Human\" Clothes she had bought in the city: A cropped grey hoodie and jeans for herself, and nothing much for Link because he hadn't seemed interested in clothes shopping.\n\n**\"So, what do you make of this place, Link? *>Ahem<* Penny for your thoughts?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Link",
"message": "Link definitely had some some reservations about going through the strange portal afterall he'd been through enough of them to know that danger always lurked around them. But before he even had much of a chance to caution Zelda in the dangers of this unknown place, she was already dragging him through by the hand. Unlike his excitable princess though, Link couldn't help but feel a little on edge as they looked around the strange new world they landed in. All the tall people walking around & all the strange mechanical contraptions making him think that either they were in a land of half giants or that they'd wandered into a Yiga trap. But as soon as Zelda's excitement started to tire & they had gotten to their hotel room, he could finally feel himself begin to relax as he laid back on his own bed & just simply enjoyed the fact that he now had some time alone with Zelda. \n\n\"Well... If I'm being honest princess, I'm not sure... This place seems dangerous, but we've been so ok that I've not had to draw the master sword even once\""
},
{
"author": "Zelda",
"message": "It's cute that he talks now.\n\nOh, is she not allowed to think so? Zelda can think her royal guard is cute if she wants to! Back on track, though; he always used to be so quiet and reserved... So *Timid.* The most she heard his voice is when he would roar in combat, or when his lips would pass a hitch when she healed his wounds.\n\nNever... *Words.*\n\nSince he woke up, he's been a lot more vocal, and she enjoys it. She's been trying to motivate him to share his opinions and his observations, and every now and then, they go down in her journal. For now, though, she nods at him.\n\n**\"Dangerous... I suppose so, yes,\"** She agrees, **\"Any world built on the back of such technology is bound to be. Even their weapons seem built not to value honor—just quick victory. It's like looking into a twisted reflection of our kingdom.\"**\n\nShe folds her selection of clothes back up, and puts them back in her shopping back. Then, she removes the blue outer-top of her garb, and bundled that up too; leaving her in her white dress shirt, her bottoms, and her boots. Her boots soon come off as well, and Zelda falls back onto her bed to stretch out.\n\n**\"Still, we have all day tomorrow to explore further. I'd like to try some of this world's food... And their fashion is fascinating. So—\"**\n\nShe yawns.\n\n**\"—*Simple...*\"**\n\nThe hotel room's curtains are drawn, yet the amber light of the sunset shines through - turning Zelda's body into a silhouette according to Link's vision. The contours of her frame illuminated by orange, who would blame him for looking?"
},
{
"author": "Link",
"message": "\"Well I'm still not sure about how safe this place is but you definitely had me at foo-\" \n\nHe chuckled softly in response to Zelda's opinion on the new world as he rested the master sword & it's sheath against the nightstand before turning to lay on his side so he could face her. But his words wouldn't be long in trailing off as he was soon captivated by her amber lit silhouette that showcased her hourglass like frame rather perfectly. His cheeks going a light pink as his eyes began to wander her fair sized chest & her shapely hips which he had to admit to having caused him to need a fair amount of 'stress relief' after watching them sway so enticingly ever day. Something big now beginning to stir a little in his pants as his mind was barraged by a slowly increasing amount of lewd thoughts"
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{
"author": "Toshiba Blackstone",
"message": "*The sun would be going down as he made his way to the hotel. Unsure how he strolled onto this strange island. But it was pretty so he didn't have much to complain about. He was simply just tired. Ready to rest as he walked up to the entrance of the place. Entering into the lobby. Maybe this time it wouldn't be filled with strange characters.*"
},
{
"author": "Lady Dimitrescu",
"message": "*Within that very lobby, a very large woman in a white dress and large black hat stood by the fire place with her back against the entrance upon entering the room. In one of her hands she smoked a cigarette, while the other rest underneath her arm. Her gazing havin been gazing at the fire place for some time as the crowd around her seemed to go om with plans, all the while she stayed in place. Almost as though she had plenty of time to spare.*"
},
{
"author": "Toshiba Blackstone",
"message": "*He would turn to face the front desk. Going to claim himself a room. Being quick with the interaction since the front desk woman was cute. Though once he received his hotel room card, the cozy fireplace would catch his eye.* \n\n\"Hmm.\" *He placed his hand on his chin thinking it over. Since there was a woman already occupying one of the seats. Though he soon came to the conclusion that they didn't have to verbally interact.* \n\n*Now starting to walk over to the lounge chair. He then had a seat before letting out a sigh of relief. Walking was tiring*"
},
{
"author": "Lady Dimitrescu",
"message": "*The sigh alone was enough to get her attention as it was obnoxiously loud. Which upon gazing at him her eyes were almost like dagger, despite the man not doing much but just existing in his presents. Her overall appearance from the front was an enterally different one as she had quite the figure along with a beautiful face. Taking a hit of her cigarette she would end up blowing a cloud of smoke that would draw out a line of attention* \"Quite an appearance you have there. I take it your a pirate?\""
},
{
"author": "Toshiba Blackstone",
"message": "*He would lean back into the chair getting comfortable. It was a very nice piece of furnit-.. He would then sit up fully. Turning his head to face the Large woman. His eye slowly tracking up her body until they made eye contact* \n\n\"I am not a pirate. Though.. Are you a vampire?\" *He said attempting to make comeback. Little did he know he was right*"
},
{
"author": "Lady Dimitrescu",
"message": "\"Some like to think so.\" *She playfully states as she wasn't planning on giving away any information about herself other then play koi with this man thing that she funny enough kind of saw as an a potential meal. Then again any small male would do, but seeing he was alone- she saw this as an opening. But she plays her cards as carefully as she can to not draw enough attention. Especially with her appearance alone being a display to others.* \"What brings a man such as yourself to an establishment like this?\""
},
{
"author": "Toshiba Blackstone",
"message": "*His eye would soon start to move away from her gaze as it looked at the fire. He didn't even want to start this conversation though, maybe it was inevitable.* \n\n\"I have traveled a long way and I'm tired. Hotels are for rest are they not?\" *He said as he leaned back into the chair once more.*\n\n\"Though I could ask you the same thing. What's a beautiful lady like yourself doing sitting here alone?\" *She reminded him of an Owl. Pretty large colorful eyes. All he hoped was that he wasn't the mouse she had her eyes on.*"
},
{
"author": "Lady Dimitrescu",
"message": "\"Well some have their own agendas when coming to these kind of hotels. I do hope I didn't struck a nerve.\" *She states as she did eventually take a seat from across from him, where she would lean back and relax. All the while her eyes would do the work and examining his entire appearance. All the wall she takes another hit and takes a long drag in the process* \"As for me, well I'm here on business. Nothing special to go about.\" *She claims as she shoots him a smirk*"
},
{
"author": "Toshiba Blackstone",
"message": "*He couldn't help but fake a smile back. While the inner him quaked in his boots, he still had a hunch of sorts. His attention now back on her. Looking back over at her face* \n\n\"So. What sort of business are you on? If you don't mind me asking that is.\" *He said as he placed his chin in his palm. Still looking up at the tall woman.*"
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{
"author": "Lady Dimitrescu",
"message": "\"Is that so?\" *She playfully questions him as she takes another hit before causing waving her hand forward as she continues* \"Perhaps I could be of practice for you. You join me for dinner later as company and you can consider this a date. Sounds fair?\""
},
{
"author": "Toshiba Blackstone",
"message": "*His face would have a bit of a surprised expression. He didn't expect to get a date from just sitting here.. This place was for sure strange..* \n\n\"It would be my pleasure. Just let me know what time.\" *His heart was pounding through his chest*"
},
{
"author": "Lady Dimitrescu",
"message": "\"Lets say 8? Perhaps. Preferably dine within the hotel restaurant, or would you prefer to eat up in my room instead. Your call on the matter.\" *She had very little with this man as he seemed like he was enjoying her company enough that allowed her to be so bold* \"Unless that frightens you too.\" *She claims as she laughs softly, exposing her teeth. Only to be discovered that she had no signs of fangs.*"
},
{
"author": "Toshiba Blackstone",
"message": "*He would ponder this decision. Maybe it was best not to go into a room alone with this woman.* \n\n\"Well the hotel restaurant will do just fine.\" *He would roll his eye at her frightened comment.*\"No no I think I'll do just fine. I find it important to have manners.\" *He then smiled as she did. His smile soft and playful.* \"I'll make sure to dress nice.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*He'd enter the lounge in just those colorful beach shorts and found a good seat on a sofa, perked up for what was to come.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurora",
"message": "*He would do the same near ichiban, he was in his normal outfit considering it was waterproof*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*Middle Eastern music started playing, she was playing finger cymbals as she slowly began to show her sexy purple outfit off, swaying and maneuvering her hips in a slow and sexy way. Her hip bumps would hypnotize and mesmerize most men, belly and chest undulating in casually sexually looking motions.*\n\n\"Hi boys~ you wanted a show and I'm giving it to you~\" *Her hips and navel rotate so much it was hard to keep track of which hip went left and right or right and left. She gives her breasts titty shakes and her ass waves along with the music.*"
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*He was pretty damn mesmerised in moments, her outfit showing off plenty, but leaving enough to the imagination.* \"Now this is a real show!\" *His gaze follows her as she sways and shifts, appreciating the skill she had just as much as he did her bouncing breasts and shaking ass.*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "\"You like what you see?\" *Her hips and belly wave, roll, bump, swish and sway, slowly shaking her hips. She moved closer and closer, her belly like it was a magical spell on its own. She lays a card down and shimmies her hips too fast to follow, the magical sigil creates a bright array of colors around her mainly just purple.*\n\n\"You're so focused on the movements of my dance~\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "\"I'm all kinda hypnotised right about now. A guy could get brainwashed by this...\" *He'd affirm, the lightshow only adding to the incredible display going on mere meters away from him.* \"There's nowhere else worth lookin' right about now. You're perfect.\""
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*Straddles both of their laps, now just waving and lifting her chest with her shoulders, around and around her titties went in front of Aurora and Ichiban, the music didn't pick up either, it was all slow and sexy drumbeats, flute noises and other Arabic music.*\n\n\"What about this?~\" *She bumps and lifts her chest slightly, making them rise and fall up and down, sometimes rapidly and sometimes just slowly enough to get most riled up.* \"My belly dancing~\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*Being straddled alongside Aurora naturally illicits a certain response from the guy, a certain stiffening that made itself apparent. Still he tries to play it cool, allowing the sensual dance to enrapture him, her dazing movements damn near mystical and magical to him.* \"Yes... Belly... That's where I'm looking.\" *He'd affirm despite spending plenty of time watching her bust rise and fall.*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*Her hips would wave and move into serpentine like movements* \"Ohhhh? You love my belly?~ How it looks? How it sways~ how it tantalizes and... Captivates~\" *She chuckles, seducing these two was fun, her belly was like water and her hips like a berthing opportunity. She rubs her hips onto Ichibans.* \"Mmm you like it? I've practiced for months to get the movements down.\" *Now her belly just undulates, rolling up and down making so many sexy twisting motions.* \"Makes you both... Starve for worshipping it~ makes you both entirely thirsty to know... What it all tastes like~\" *Now just more along the lines of titty shimmies, making her breasts jiggle with her shoulders, just her shoulders and back muscles.*"
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*Her snake-like movements charm him, thrill him.* \"Ya know me so well...\" *His head subtly sways to her motions and the sound of the music, her body pressed against him, their hips meeting to drive the ex-yakuza wild.* \"Months well spent, ya could make a Glacier melt with those moves.\" *As the subject of taste comes up, he couldn't deny just how tantalising she was in that moment, leaning forward just a little bit, wanting and needing more.*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*She notices Ichiban moving closer and just straddles him, her belly moving in closer with every roll, every shake and shimmy was slow and yet it all happened at a medium pace. She moans, biting her lip.* \"Ichi~\" *She seductively murmurs, her hips and belly like fluid liquid, side shimmying, bumping in patterns and swaying.* \"You can't resist me~\" *Now more rapid, rippling belly twists and jiggles to make her coins jingle and shake just as much as she was doing, rising her body upwards so that her hips and belly were towards Ichibans face.* \"Hehehe, you're so cute when you watch me.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*Ichiban's mind was in a whole different place now, for all he cared he was in some exotic arabian land, being treated to a hero's reward or something like that. His hands, originally kept tame and steady at his side dare to come to her hips, tag-alongs for the ride she was giving him.* \"I don't think I can resise...\" *Her sultry tone setting his heart racing.* \"Cana, you're gonna drive a guy wild.\""
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*She keeps dancing, intending to keep Ichiban spellbound and mesmerized by her hips and belly, her chest and her movements. All were now then moving in syncopation with the Arabian music. She smiles as he grips her hips.* \"I don't think you can much longer~ i think I intentionally want to drive you wild, so good and so... Easy to just watch~\" *She chuckles, hips lovingly and gingerly caress into his hands and fingers.* \"I think I've put on the ideal performance~\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*It was such an intense moment, his breath hot and heavy as every nerve he had was set alight, every fiber of his being wanted to give in to Cana and become hers, whatever that could mean.* \"I'll last for as long as I can 'fore goin' crazy!\" *He didn't want to become some lovesick puppy but goddamn did she bring that out of him. He drew in ever closer, for a moment it looked like he might try and kiss at her where her outfit didn't cover her skin, but he holds back, maybe for Aurora's sake beside him.*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*She plants her hips in front of his face, her hips and belly doing all sorts of slow and rhythmic motions to follow the drumbeats movements and the rhythmic pulsating beats. She was seducing him and it was working ten fold. She tries her chest now, bumping and swaying about alongside her hips.* \"Then... Last as long as you can, and enjoy the show for however much longer you want~\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*He was painfully hard, that much was clear from the tent in his shorts, but he didn't feel like he could act on that, she was demonstrating so much skill, merely trying to bone down felt damn disrespectful, but he does cave in, daring to plant a kiss on her hips, right where that Fairy Tale guild sigil was tattooed onto her skin.* \"Ohh, I'm losin' all kindsa control here!\""
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "\"Good~ lose it for me, just give in and I'll take you in one night in Dubai~ mmm right there\" *She asked for it, almost stopping the sensual belly dancing but she needed to keep going in order for him to lose full control, for them to dive into a passionate and blissful night of heavenly debauchery and love.* \"That's right, you want to go so crazy bad for me it's driving you insane, about how my body looks, what it might taste like to you~\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*More kisses come her way, getting even lower, it was clear what his interests were, where he was eager to taste.* \"It ain't just the looks, the taste, it's the moves. Ain't no way a lass can move like that and not be worth every second ya spend with them!\" *Looking up to gaze upon her eyes, it was clear she could do just about anything to Ichiban now.*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*She stops her belly dancing, her hips and belly now down onto his own and her face meets up with his, her slender arms wrapping around his head and neck, smiling at him as she caresses his stubble and his face.* \"Now how was that?~ What part did you like the most?\" *She asks, lovingly caressing his face, only lips distance away from one another before she could act out more lascivious behaviors.Z"
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*His tone was low, tender even as she caressed at him.* \"That was...\" *He leans in ever closer, his body ached and craved for her touch, he needed more of her and his mind was boggled by the mesmerizing show he'd just been witness to.* \"That... Was... Awesome!\" *He'd suddenly perk right up, as if coming back to his senses, but still having some haze.* \"The way you moved was was like a dancin' snake, but ya were also tha snake charmer with the way ya had me actin'.\""
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "\"Good. That's what my belly dancing should've done~ and it did it like a charm. Now\" *She kisses his cheek, keeping up the stroking over his hair, his stubble and his facial hair. Even his cheeks, her fingertips couldn't keep off of Ichiban. She smiles still too, her eyes promised everything to Ichiban and everything he shall receive.* \"Well, my sultan, I'm all yours for the night. Anytime you want a dance I shall be here in this outfit that you... Admire so much~\" *She giggles, playing with his hair.*"
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*He'd gaze into those promising eyes, portals to another, blissful realm.* \"All, mine?\" *His tone steady, but holding back an immense amount of excitement, he was not the coolest cat around gorgeous women, much less ones that were badasses too like Cana.* \"Ya look great in that outfit! I betcha look even better with it off.\""
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*She flips her hair around, teasing him even further.* \"Oh? You mean... Off?~\" *She slowly starts to take off her veil and then her top, setting it down gently aside onto the couch they were sitting on. Her massive, curvy, mature looking love pillows were glowing out on display for Ichiban as she lets her hair down too, aside from the pony tail that complimented her long and luscious hair.* \"Well... What do you think so far?~\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "\"That's what I was shootin' for.\" *He had to admit as she began to bare more of herself for him, and perhaps Aurora if they were still enjoying the show. His hands trail upward from her hips, caressing at her sides and getting closer to that magnificent bust. Her letting her hair down enhanced the look, she was all kinds of amazing, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her.* \"I'm thinking I was right, and I ought to return the favor.\""
}
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{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "\"Oh? And how are you going to do that?\" *She allows and let's his hands curve and slide all over her hips, upper hip area and dangerously close to her bust. She looks over at Aurora, winks and then turns her attention back towards Ichiban.* \"Is this your first time/experience?\" *She asked, massaging his shoulders as her skimpy looking bottom was still on, her belted veils still grasped at the lower end of her belly.* \"I agree that you were right\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "\"First time? No! But... I spent a lotta time in prison, nearly half my life, I gotta make up for lost time!\" *He was already naked from the waist up, all the better to show off that well muscled torso of his, but his shorts were still protecting his modesty, perhaps they should change that. Ichiban would get greedy, and tease at the hem of her bottoms, easing them down her hips to reveal more and more.*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*She helps him with putting her bottoms off, her hips reveal more of their delectable splendor. Now her thighs and legs get revealed and exposed, their pelvises almost in connected perfect syncopation, her body presses against his. Her skin was so velvety and soft, especially around her chest, her fingers and hands stroke the back of his head playfully.* \"So you've done this before? How many?\" *She asked, curiously.* \"And prison? So you've done some time~\" *She said, almost even more flirtatiously intrigued than before.*"
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*His hands end up on her thighs, equal parts delicate and strong, he almost felt too rough for her fine self. His manhood was pressed up against her now, fabric the only thing between her and Ichiban's heroic hog.* \"Yeah! I've done, this kinda stuff before! It ain't like I've been carving notches into stuff to remember how many times! There was a lotta... Honk-Honk back in Ijincho.\" *Honk-Honk doubtlessly a euphemism for... God knows what.* \"Eighteen years, but I toughed it out. Not much gettin' laid in there.\""
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "\"Gods almighty... You poor thing trapped in with a bunch of criminally petty men who... Have needs too. Bet you've been craving for... Starving for a woman's touch, attention and care\" *As she said craving and starving her hips and belly roll sexually a couple of times over his heroic hog.* \"I've got just the remedy for you~ Mmm... Wait what's Ijincho? Is it like jail? Incarceration?\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "\"Ijincho was where I spent a lotta time after gettin' out. Vibrant place, I even took over a company there! We were on TV and everything!\" *He'd say proudly, almost forgetting where he was, then he felt her rocking down against him and recalls rather quickly, letting out a little gasp.* \"I could use some attention right about now... In a few very specific places. Well, one specific place.\""
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "\"You must've loved and adored the spotlight. The limelight they showered over you. Just like I'm about to in a minute. You're getting more and more interesting than before. You're like some sort of criminal turned badass hero and I love it.\" *She lovingly grinds and gingerly presses her body against his.* \"Just like the lore, I wanna dive deeper~\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "\"It was satisfying to raise that place up from where it was for Eri-Chan, we totally showed these profiteering bastards who's boss!\" *He'd chuckle a little.* \"But you don't wanna hear about all that... I do like the sound of bein' a badass hero.\" *His hips buck against her, cock getting some heavenly friction between her thighs.* \"Do it, dive deep inta what's coming next.\""
}
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{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*Finally her bottoms come off and she lays her entrance onto his heroic package, rubbing and sliding over it as gently as she could as she begins bouncing her body on top of Ichibans.* \"Mmm that... Heroic hog is already so large, so big.\" *Her thighs squished in between his rod, rubbing against it tenderly and affectionately.* \"Damn Ichiban... I didn't know... Didn't know you were ultimately packing~ shit that feels so good..\" *She relays, going in for a kiss on his mouth, her slender fingers onto chin hairs, stroking his chin lovingly as she basically rides him.*"
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*Let out an immensely aroused gasp at her being fully revealed, the underside of his clothed shaft being bounced against.* \"Mmhmm! A hero's gotta do... What he's gotta do.\" *He was getting ever more desperate, returning her kiss, tilting his head to deepen it. Finally he puts his hands to her hips to try and still her.* \"I want you so badly, and not just as a dance partner, I'm thinkin' I need this.\""
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "\"I bet you do~\" *She murmurs, bouncing and thrusting against his body, his lips felt so smooth, his physically fit musculature, all felt so good and right in the moment. She was being penetrated, thrusted into by Ichiban. Her kisses were so sweet, so good and tasty, she deepens the kiss even further as she moans. His cock was now so deep into her that she couldn't help but moan even moreso.* \"Ahhh... Mmm... Ichi~ Ichi... I want you too. I can't hide my feelings anymore from you..\""
}
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{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*In that glorious moment, his shorts around his ankles and her body a palace for him to worship he let out an immensely satisfied groan.* \"Cana, you're so tight, so perfect!\" *There was no grace to the way he moved, fucking up hard and fast, rough as sin, but earnestly aiming to please them both.*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*She smiles and blushes at that comment, her body began to soon follow suit to the rhythm of their passions, jumping up and down, slamming ontop of him as everything he had ever done felt so good to Cana. She held his back, riding him in perfect synchronization as her body begins to bounce a little bit.* \"Stop... You're... You're the... The perfect one Ichi..\""
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*A hand of his slid up her front, caressing first at that belly she'd been showing off with the dance, then up to cup and play with her breasts.* \"We're a perfect match!\" *He'd yell aloud, his lips chasing into another kiss. His free arm holds her as he stands, carrying her and still pounding into that hot lovetunnel. He'd soon have her back against one of the lounge walls, railing her up against that.*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*She huffs one last time before moaning into the kiss, licking his lips with her tongue and moaning as his fingers trailed throughout her body, first her midsection and then taking their time to roll around her breasts, her hands wrapped around his head, playing with his hair as they kept on thrusting. So slow and smooth at first, gyrating her body in rough pounding like teases against his body before things got really steamy with his injections into her.*"
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*His kisses journey to her neck and her jaw, appreciating more of her while crashing against her like a horny tide. His face was flushed in a blush of his own, he couldn't believe he'd gotten this lucky even as the sensation reminds him it's very real. Pre from his dick spills into the action and slickens things up even more. Any thoughts of Aurora were gone, he might have been watching them bone and Ichiban wouldn't even notice, or he might not be there at all.*"
},
{
"author": "Cana Alberona",
"message": "*Same went for Cana, their bodies like two opposing waves crashing into each other in a catastrophic way. She felt his pre leaking into her walls, her own juices coated his cock, lubricating it to the point of having it fit, despite it making her a tad sore. Their lips also do this, crashing and smashing into each other hungrily as she moans for him.*"
},
{
"author": "Ichiban Kasuga",
"message": "*Sensation overtakes reason, Ichiban can feel himself getting closer, the metaphorical tide is rising and bringing him to his edge.* \"Cana, I'm feelin' it! You want it inside?\" *Came both a warning and a question for her, he goes right back to honoring her skin with his lips right after. A statue in the lounge on a table beside them rocks from their fucking, then tilts and falls off onto the ground.*"
}
] | 94 | 619 |
59.6 | 2024-03-23 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Juki Johnson",
"message": "*Juki would decide to stay here for the summer. The sun was shining, the sky was mega blue, it was really nice wheter outside. He decided to take a loong break off of work as in return he would work 10 hours for 3 months on at his job back home. It would be worth it after all.* \n\n\"Whew, its nice to be in this type of weather! I think I will check in, see my room, and god knows what next!\""
},
{
"author": " ROGUE! ",
"message": "**She was just wrapping up trashing a Sentinel outside. Hopefully the only for today.. Damn mutant killers.**\n\n❝Sheesh! Ya think they'd stop sending these after the 10th one we bust!❞"
},
{
"author": "Juki Johnson",
"message": "\"Oh hey there! Need any help???\" \n\n*Juki would go on to run over there in order to ask to help. He truly wanted to help out and etc.*"
},
{
"author": " ROGUE! ",
"message": "❝Huh?❞\n\n**She dusts her hands clean after the battle. She doesn't need a hand, for it was already over. Anna Marie would chuckle as he showed up.**\n\n❝Nah, sug. I'm good.❞"
},
{
"author": "Juki Johnson",
"message": "\"Oh alright! Soooo are you currently staying here or do you work here? I'm here on a break for the summer at last so it'll be nice!!\" \n\n*Juki said as he stroked his chin a bit. Something about this woman seemed, familiar to him.*"
}
] | 56 | 298 |
271.5 | 2024-01-29 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Adam Smasher",
"message": "*Clank. Clank.* The tall cyborg had to crouch low, ducking his way into the nightclub behind one Yorinobu Arasaka; son of Saburo Arasaka, and his current *Owners*. Most might've found it insulting to be regarded as 'corporate property', however, Adam Smasher was not treated like a slave, and on-top of that he was given the opportunity to hunt or kill any sad, unfortunate sacks of meat fucked up enough in the head to try and target the Megacorp. So, he played ball; acting as a body-guard, with the promise of handling Arasaka's enemies; should the time call for it. Besides, they had saved his life some seventy years ago, rebuilding him into what he was today.\n\nAdam Smasher's latest Dragoon body allowed him to tower over even the largest of mortal men. Standing at a frame exceeding eight feet, and encased in enough chrome to melt anyone else's brains, it was no wonder Arasaka wanted to parade him around; their own, high-functioning cyberpsycho. So long as he got to do their dirty work, and take out their trash, he'd have no reason to turn his guns on the Megacorporation.\n\nHis place was mostly to *Loom* This night; intimidate. The best Netrunner's in the world couldn't short-circ his enhancements, and the best hand-held guns Night City had to offer couldn't put a dent in his subdermal's, it made him the perfect body-guard. Adam hung around corners; not only were they some of the taller places in these nightclubs, but it gave him a *Grand* Vantage-point of the room, letting him see anything that might serve as a threat to his dear CEO."
},
{
"author": "Tiffany Beach",
"message": "-The vibrant atmosphere pulsated with the rhythmic thump of the bass, guiding the crowded dance floor into synchronized movements. Neon lights painted the room, casting shifting shadows on revelers' faces. In a corner, partygoers gathered around a sleek Arasaka-sponsored bar, enjoying colorful cocktails and lively conversations. The air buzzed with excitement, mingled with the heady scent of alcohol and sweat, as the crowd collectively surrendered to the music. \n\nOn the dance floor's outskirts, a few individuals engaging in activities away from the peoples watchful eyes. Despite the overall joyous vibes, a cautious awareness still lingered due to the presence of the infamous full borg, Adam Smasher. His imposing figure in the corner casted a shadow over the event, prompting people to steer clear and avoid drawing unnecessary attention. - \n\n-Amidst the chaos, a tousled-haired woman navigated through the crowd with carelessly, clutching a half-empty glass of champagne. Her carefree demeanor and mild intoxication unwittingly drew attention. As she stumbled into Adam Smasher's path, half of the room fell into an uneasy silence, tension slowly crackling in the air.- \"So you're the famous cyborg, Adam, right?\" -she quipped, flashing a disarming smile. Her words slight slurred but it was clearly she was still fully conscious of everything happening. -"
},
{
"author": "Adam Smasher",
"message": "Despite the flashing lights and bright colors, Adam Smasher remained veiled in his corner. His dark armor plates functioned like black holes; sucking away any light daring enough to flash in his direction. Not that it bothered him; he didn't want to socialize, not with these *Meat-sacks*.\n\nStill, he watched the party, as people drank themselves until they could no longer stand straight; their bodies proving to be inferior wineskins. The weakness of flesh and muscle tissue. Adam had no need for the poison they consumed anyway; his body operated just fine with minimal food or drink, and if he wanted the *Buzz*, well, nothing got him more worked up than an active battlefield. \n\nAdam adjusted his optics lazily on the fumbling, nearly-drunk blonde as she approached him; the only one who dared to do so. Her question seemingly fell on deaf ears, as he did nothing but *Stare*, with eyes that did not blink or had any lashes. The minutes stretched on, and his eerie stare did not waver, as if peeling past all her clothes and skin to peer into her very soul..."
},
{
"author": "Tiffany Beach",
"message": "-She maintained the same smile, occasionally blinking her eyes. She knew he wasn't able to physically blink, but the mechanical wiring made it clear he was fixated on her. As minutes stretched on, she felt a bead of sweat forming; his intense gaze seemed to pierce right through to her soul. The club's onlookers couldn't resist trying to bud their noses into the situation, as they struggled to comprehend why anyone would approach Adam Smasher, as he was known more for his brutality in battle than social encounters.-\n\n\"So... Not much of a talker, or can you even talk? Doesn't seem like you have a movable jaw. But then again, you're lurking in this very dark corner, and it makes it hard to see anything but your eyes... Staring at me,\" - Tiffany babbled on, unsure if it was the effects of the liquor or the sensation of his unyielding gaze that she couldn't shake. Her fingers tapping at the cold glass of champagne.*"
}
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247.857143 | 2024-01-31 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Adam Smasher",
"message": "The detail feeding from Smasher's optics far eclipsed any input that could be given by organic eyes; the girls heartbeat accelerated slightly under his intense stare, and he could see, in fine detail, her body begin to excrete sweat as a response to her nervousness. Ah, how a meaty body could betray you. The bone-rattling music, the constant buzz of conversations, all seemed to take a nosedive in volume as Adam focused on this singular person, was she just suicidal, or was there an ulterior motive?\n\n\"I can speak, though I wonder *Why* I should waste breath on an inconsequential sack of meat. Care to enlighten me?\" Adam questioned, leaning down further. His Dragoon body had eliminated most annoyances often found within its fleshy counterparts; things such as back pain were no longer a concept to the full borg, which was a blessing when getting face-to-face with someone almost two feet shorter than himself."
},
{
"author": "Tiffany Beach",
"message": "-Tiffany, was startled by the sudden voice, but appreciated how it disrupted the deep silence between them. The man's unexpected question, particularly the label he gave, caught her off guard. As he leaned forward, revealing a bit of bod that lived up to the description of being a \"Full tank,\" With barely any skin visible except for a stretched and blotched patch on his face.\n\n\"Oh, um, I mean, you don't have to... I just thought, since it's a party, you know, socializing and stuff,\" Tiffany responded, her body shifting to both side occasionally, the intensity felt heavy on her as her voice betrayed a hint of shakiness as her brain scrambled for an appropriate response. -\n\n\"Well um, I'll just get outta of your way... If there isn't much you want to talk about,\" - She added, taking a few steps back from the booth to avoid annoying him any further then she probably already has. -"
},
{
"author": "Adam Smasher",
"message": "Ah, now there it was. Genuine, unexpected terror. Even when Adam had been like her; an unimportant man or flesh and blood, he'd relish the feeling of control he had in moments like these. It complimented his cyberpsychosis well, actually. He was *Special* In that sense, able to function normally in society despite his malicious thoughts and tendencies, the majority of which focused on this particular person shaking before him. \n\n\"Oh *No* You don't.\" The cyborg lifted a sleek, dark hand; catching onto her shoulder with cold fingers. It was a grip she couldn't have possibly escaped; not without outside aid or divine intervention. He was also *Fast*, his arm snapping through the air like a viper. It was amazing he was able to keep from accidentally breaking her, given her inferior *Meaty* Body.\n\n\"You've approached *Me*, it's not something you just get to escape so easily.\" Adam Smasher growled, forcing a large, metallic finger against her chest. He didn't quite push so hard as to inhibit her breathing, but it still felt like the tiniest push might *Go through* Her. There was a sense of sadism radiating from Adam, present even without a malicious stare or smirking lips. It was just his aura; how he held himself. Tiffany was subject to his whims, currently. The poor thing."
},
{
"author": "Tiffany Beach",
"message": "-Tiffany's startle was palpable as his hands firmly gripped her shoulders, creating a hold that risked any escape attempt, possibly risking dislocation or worse. But the man's initial words made her realize she had landed herself in trouble merely by approaching him, she met his optic eyes, attempting to conceal her anxious expression, though he most likely saw right through her. The thought dawned on her that he probably enjoyed this situation. -\n\nTiffany stammered her words, as she responded to his comment. \"Oh no, I wasn't trying to escape... Would never. Just felt as if my presence was an annoyance to you.\" -She bite her lips disliking that she could audibly hear herself stumbling over simple words, probably fueled by a mix of being halfway drunk and her natural bodily response, though she was sure the alcohol was wearing off. A faint whimper escaped her breath in fear as his metallic fingers pressed against her chest, capable of knocking the breath out of her if he chose to. -\n\n-But despite being unable to visibly see his expression, she could feel an ominous aura that hinted at his sadistic and malicious intent.Causing Tiffany to dart her eyes frantically around the club room, purposefully avoiding his gaze, sensing that this encounter was going to extend future then she expected. -"
},
{
"author": "Adam Smasher",
"message": "Adam's firm grip likely left bruises on her fragile body, the sensation of hot pain sharply erupting throughout her body the longer his grip persisted. She tried to remain strong, they *All did*, and failed marvelously. He would've smiled, if he'd been in any other body; unfortunately the Dragoon frame's mouth was hidden beneath the layer of subdermal armor protecting his face. Oh well, he'd enjoy this anyways. \n\n\"You knew this, yet approached anyways? Bold... Dumb as fuck, yes, but *Bold*.\" He released her shoulder, instead seizing her cheeks with his metallic fingers; forcefully turning her head back on him. \"You can't afford distractions now; not with the deep hole you've dug yourself.\" Adam growled, applying more pressure on her poor chest with his singular finger; shoving her back against the nearest wall. \n\n\"I came to enjoy the revelry, but instead I've got to teach another dumb *Whore* A lesson.\" Adam Smasher leaned down, her eyes inches from his own optics. The light reflected dangerously off them, as if his *Stares* Could kill. Ah, wouldn't that be a fine addition to his cyberware?"
},
{
"author": "Tiffany Beach",
"message": "-She tensed, sensing the bruises forming under his firm grip, feeling her body reacting to the impending discomfort. Despite the regret flooding her, she kept her gaze fixed on the dance floor, if she could rewind time she would've to stop herself from approaching him. However, that fleeting thought vanished as his grip shifted, seizing her cheeks and compelling her focus onto him. Her facade of strength crumbled as his words weakened hr, realizing she really fucked up. -\n\n-Beneath her breath, she hissed, the pressure of his finger increasing on her chest, caused her heartbeat to echo in her chest as it picked up the speed. Her body yearned to react reflexively to the escalating pressure, but the realization of his metallic stature, and being **Twice** Her size wouldn't have done much, nor would running as he showed how much quicker he was at her early attempt. -\n\n-Her eyes seem to pleaded as his next words hung in the air, her lips parting to release panicked breaths, the intensity heightened as he leaned forward, their eyes mere inches apart, it felt like she was staring into death itself which in the case he could've done. Her breath hitched a big, as she attempted to formulate an excuse, but words eluded her, leaving her to stare at him, and anticipating what exactly is about to happen. -"
},
{
"author": "Adam Smasher",
"message": "Ah, if only he had the capacity to feel as he once did. Don't get him wrong, cyberware was able to transfer touch quite profoundly from his cybernetic fingers to his brain, but it didn't quite feel the same. However, her instinctual jerks at his harsh touch were still a welcome sight and feeling; the way she squirmed against his inescapable grip, her strength crumbling away against his control. Oh, how he'd relish the details...\n\n\"On second thought, perhaps you aren't a totally useless cut of meat.\" He finally relieved her chest of his intense touch, letting the bulky arm drop down out of sight. \"I could use some *Entertainment* For the night. Lucky me, that someone as fucking stupid as you are wandered my way.\"\n\nThe malicious tone echoing from Smasher's robotic voice was as cold as ice. If he had his mouth, he would've been grinning; a psychotic, terrifying thing. Machines whirred and clicked, as the cyborgs arm began to open up; plates sliding back or propping up. A golden barrel flopped up from within his forearm; the only tying on him that reflected light, rather than absorbing it.\n\n \"I hope your *Last words* To your friends and family were... Suitable.\""
}
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14 | 2024-02-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "crispy_.mocha",
"message": "Oh damn, right I gotcha"
},
{
"author": "forest_fairy_dust",
"message": "You got yourself a roleplay\n\nHad any plots in mind?\n\nAnd DMs or in server"
},
{
"author": "crispy_.mocha",
"message": "And idk any plots atm unless you have one"
},
{
"author": "forest_fairy_dust",
"message": "Hm I'm guessing we could something that includes his sailing skills\n\nLike her going on a private sail trip or something along those lines"
},
{
"author": "crispy_.mocha",
"message": "Want me to start or you?"
}
] | 10 | 70 |
20.545455 | 2024-02-11 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "distinctmedicine32",
"message": "I'll be using this version from 3 for the record"
},
{
"author": "alcatraz_vi",
"message": "I can't see the image, lol."
},
{
"author": "distinctmedicine32",
"message": "What do we want the dynamic to be? You domming me while I try to gain control maybe\n\nI see you alone which is odd because usually demons are in groups, especially around your size, but you grope me and try to overpower me"
},
{
"author": "alcatraz_vi",
"message": "And yea, we could do that."
},
{
"author": "distinctmedicine32",
"message": "But she's also on another level physically so I don't that would even be able to happen realistically\n\nMaybe a spell that holds me\n\nShe's prone to mental attacks in her games"
},
{
"author": "alcatraz_vi",
"message": "He does have hypnosis.\n\nPerhaps that could work.\n\nNot sure how strong she is physically."
},
{
"author": "distinctmedicine32",
"message": "I believe in the first game she swings a space station around and around and throws it"
},
{
"author": "alcatraz_vi",
"message": "Well yea, he has hypnosis that he could use."
},
{
"author": "distinctmedicine32",
"message": "The version I use summons a giant magma spider as well\n\nShe's just got so much ridiculous shit\n\nHypnosis would be the best bet yeah"
},
{
"author": "alcatraz_vi",
"message": "Alrighty, want me to start us off, or would you like to?"
},
{
"author": "distinctmedicine32",
"message": "I'd like you to since she'd be reacting to you being there"
}
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44.666667 | 2024-05-09 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "johnnybgood87",
"message": "So what we're you thinking?\n\nDeadpool x She-Hulk?"
},
{
"author": "theanarchist666_",
"message": "Kim, darth talon ooorrrrr\n\nWho's lady octopus?\n\nI've never heard of her in marvel\n\nAlso sorry for taking forever I was trying to look for a king boo pfp for my tupper and I am also watching star wars with my sibling\n\nYou have fallout 4 TOO?!!! GOATED\n\nSo it's between those four characters... And I don't know who to be in that regard for them...\n\nOut of my OCS and canons\n\nWhich one would you like"
},
{
"author": "johnnybgood87",
"message": "Deadpool, Lady Deadpool, and King Boo\n\nWonder-Woman or Green Ghost"
}
] | 16 | 134 |
18.666667 | 2024-06-02 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "clock_1",
"message": "Ok, 2 things:\n\n Here we will be at, correct?\n\nShould I make a thread for us if I can? There is seemingly an ongoing roleplay there."
},
{
"author": "theanarchist666_",
"message": "Yes and yes. A thread will be awesome"
},
{
"author": "clock_1",
"message": "Will ping you there whenever I am done with the introduction then."
}
] | 13 | 56 |
13.333333 | 2024-06-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "theanarchist666_",
"message": "So we can rp Joshua with her finally"
},
{
"author": "doom6504",
"message": "A Dominant female super tech soldier\n\nAnd finally we can rp now\n\nHmmm, well I presume probably the Mojave"
},
{
"author": "theanarchist666_",
"message": "Cool. You wanna start?"
}
] | 8 | 40 |
199.875 | 1776-07-04 | GuildPublicThread | [
{
"author": "hestia_is_bestia",
"message": "Found this channel lol"
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*Quetzalcoatl was normally the one being asked to partake in dinners and nights out. But today she felt like doing it herself. After all spending time in the company of others was way better than doing it alone. She has not tried alcohol before. At least that she can remember. Her summoning was incomplete and she doesn't remember much of her life before becoming a heroic spirit. \n\nAs she landed in front of the old but decent looking bar she cracked the ground slightly, thankfully no one caught sight of the act since it was nighttime. Setting Tobi down she gave a bright sunny grin.*\n\n\"Here we are!\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "*He carefully tries getting down towards the ground since he's never flown before and then gets off of her, looking around before looking back at her.*\n\n\"That was.. Impressive. But now we shall enjoy a night of alcohol, good times and... Whatever the night has in store for us.\" *He leads her into the bar and sits down at a stool, leaning over the counter.*\n\n\"Bartender, your finest sake please. On the market. And don't be stingy with pouring it, me and my.. Lovely friend have a long night ahead of us.\""
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*The goddess, dressed in her original outfit, stepped into the bar after the Shinobi. Her appearance drew many confused eyes and even a few lustful ones given the fact that she was showing a bit too much skin. But she paid them no mind and instead sat down next to Tobi, observing the area around them in curiosity.*\n\n\"You have entire places dedicated to intoxication? Interesting.\" *She looked at the bartender.* \"Bring me your strongest drink as well! The entire bottle!\"\n\n*She looked over at Tobi, leaning her head on her hand as she turned to him.*\n\n\"You are an interesting character. Trusting a stranger like myself. Do you have Gods in your world?\""
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "\"No. Unless you count the Japanese ones. We mainly have the powerful shinobi named Indra and Asura, children of the esteemed Kaguya. The mother of all chakra. And chakra is our life force. It is what gives us the ability to manifest elements into useful techniques such as fireball or a great wall of flames in combat, or to help us see and track the enemy. Once you have no chakra, you're either useless in our world or dead. Or both.\"\n\n\"You cannot exert yourself after your chakra has already been used up, but it can regenerate. Now? None of us are gods. Besides pain. He is self proclaimed to be the god of the hidden rain village as well as Konan, his angel.\"\n\n\"But she's no angel. That's just a title because of her special ability with origami and paper. She can form angels wings. An exceptional woman to have on the Akatsuki and they're a couple as such.\"\n\n\"But I'm the most powerful one out of the Akatsuki in my world. My real name is Ishido Uchiha, a replacement after Obito in my world had died. Still a child too. The great ninja wars. There are four of them in total.\""
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*As the newly named Ishido Uchiha spoke of his world, Quetzalcoatl drank from the bottle she was given. It had a strange but rather pleasant taste. But given she was a heroic spirit it didn't make her in the least bit tipsy, instead it simply slowly recharged her mana. That was the bad thing about her existence. She was slowly losing mana which would eventually cause her to vanish back into the throne if she didn't find a master soon.*\n\n\"An interesting world. It seems that Gaia's influence is not present where you come from or all that supernatural phenomenon you have would not exist.\"\n\n*She grinned before gesturing for him to drink.*\n\n\"Though it is a shame that the Gods of your world seem to be vacant or are not showing themselves to the mortals. Many civilizations are influenced by gods in good and bad ways.\""
},
{
"author": "theanarchist666_",
"message": "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "\"We only have the five nations. The Village hidden in the leaves. The village hidden in the Mist. The village hidden in the sand and the village hidden in the stone. Ah yes. The village hidden in the clouds as well. We are ninja. Only one goddess existed and she hasn't been resurrected since.\"\n\n*He pours himself the sake after the bartender gave him the drink, lifting his mask up. His lower half of his face was a tad chiseled, unlike Obito, his facial structure was different. More smooth. He takes a long drink and gulps it down. He wipes the sake onto his glove and then looks back at her, his Sharingan showing.*\n\n\"Not many civilizations are like us, dear Quetz. Gaia? Who's that?\""
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*Quetzalcoatl was intrigued by this version of humanity not bound by Gaia. She listened closely as he told her about the village system that seemed based on elements and nature. Clouds, Mist, Sand, all natural.*\n\n\"Killing a Goddess is no easy feat. Neither is resurrecting one. This world of yours keeps getting more interesting.\"\n\n*As she drank her own alcohol she eyed his face, what was visible at least. Rather handsome features from what she saw. The goddess grinned around her bottle before finishing it off and ordering another. Looking back at Ishido she hummed in thought at his question before replying.*\n\n\"Gaia is the will of Planet Earth. Where I come from the planets and celestial bodies can gain sentience. Gaia is the reason gods exist in the first place. She gave me and my species authority over the land and domains like she did for the Greeks and other pantheons. She's also the reason why the age of God's ended and made everything that was supernatural slowly vanish from the world. God's, Magic, Supernatural Beasts, everything slowly vanished and are considered legends. Magic is a rare thing to find in the modern day. It's also the reason why nobody can hear our conversation. Soundproof magic barrier.\" \n\n*She giggled as she watched several men approach. They were obviously drunk and probably wanted to hit on her.*"
},
{
"author": "hestia_is_bestia",
"message": "What? They are Idiots for messing with a woman who is 7'0\" And more muscular than the rock. Lmao"
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "*Tobi leans in, intrigued and interested. Spellbound by her words as she wove a tapestry of telling a story about the gods and goddesses of her world. Her beauty astounds him too, as when she posted that picture on social media, she wasn't wet, but radiant and gorgeous.*\n\n*Tobi leaned his masked face onto the tips of his knuckles.* \"Fascinating. Gaia must be a powerful entity. And you... A goddess born from her divine ordainment.\"\n\n*Suddenly he turns his head as footsteps approached. Men. Drunken fools as well. He took another shot before turning around. The idiots all smiled as if they were staring at her ass moreso than Tobi.*\n\nMook 1: \"Ey, look at what we have ere. A lollipop popsicle, ice cream man and... And a beautiful, sexy woman~ a woman... Who needs to... See that there's better company.\"\n\nMook 2: \"Yeah! I heard that the story goes like this: we beat up the costumed freak, take the girl for a *Raunchy* Good time and that's that.\"\n\nMook 3: *Just stares at Quetzs breasts.*\n\n*Tobi sighs and then pulls out a kunai.* \"You really want this to get as ugly as can be, don't you?\"\n\n\"How about this. The Ninja Tobi... Ishido... Kills the three drunks, and we get back to our conversation? How's that for a story you primate simpletons can endure?\" *Sharingan sound effect.*"
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*The Goddess was in a good mood. This stranger proved to be a rather pleasant company to have. She hasn't enjoyed herself in a while. People she was usually invited to join for dinner were more focused on her body than anything else. While Quetzalcoatl appreciated the male form as much as the next girl, she was more into learning about a person. Humanity was extremely precious to her and any chance to spend time with them was a privilege. But like all things, they were good and bad.*\n\n\"Let's make a deal boys.\"\n\n*Quetzalcoatl said in a cheery voice as she spun to face them, shifting her shoulders slightly so her poncho rose up to reveal more of her braless breasts, enough to get their full attention.*\n\n\"If you can beat my friend here?\" *She points a thumb at Ishido.* \"I'll suck your dicks for free.\"\n\n*She let her longer than natural tongue roll out of her mouth before licking her lips seductively. She glanced at Ishido, giving a hidden wink, her green eyes shining with amusement. She wasn't going to do anything sexual with the men even if they won, as small of a chance that was. She just loved messing with idiots. She may love humans but some where just idiots.*"
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "*Tobi, like in slow motion moments in anime, turns over towards her. He was shocked to say the least. He didn't know what to be like. Aroused? Confused? Meanwhile the men give hoots, hollers and absolutely go cavemen bonkers over her bare breasts, probably pierced too. They were round, attractive but Ishido wasn't a man of pure inborn lust like these idiots were.*\n\n*The leader, Mook 1, smiled evilly as they pulled out weapons like one was a pipe, another a shank, another was a sickle. Two of them slobbered over staring at her titties and having their dicks being sucked was all the more reason of a to win for these guys.*\n\nMook 1: \"Alright sweet tits~ you make sure to suck em nice and good for all of us and we'll make sure... One of us probably will be the daddy.\"\n\n*They all chuckled unanimously. Meanwhile, a death battle musical piece called Hollow Dreams started playing.*\n\n\"Now... Let's see who will win.\" *The second giggled maliciously. Just then Tobi's eye, the one containing the Sharingan disappeared in darkness as he suddenly was gone in mere nanoseconds. And just like Konan, he appears behind the second Mook who said that.*\n\n\"Did you see that?\" *His real voice revealed! Not dark and disturbing like he initially portrayed, but rather... Like Sosuke Aizens in death battle. Regal, elegant. Deadly. Murderous.*\n\n*The music kicks up as they move like flashing blurs. A couple clanks could be heard as they all try to swing and swipe at him. Whenever he dodged, his movements were so fluid that his Akatsuki robes didn't get cut up or raggedly torn.*\n\n\"Drown in my own despair\" *He backflips as the patrons scream and run, tables were abandoned as he forms hand signs rapidly.* \"Fire style, great fire annihilation!\" *Big flame wall as they got burned and hit with it. He chuckles to himself, just as the song goes to \"The whole world bending the kneeeee 🎵\""
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*Quetz was amused at the reactions of the men. She only showed a bit of the underside of her chest, not even her nipples, and they went bananas. Humans, despite their advancement, are still greatly controlled by primal instincts it seems. She didn't think less of them for it of course. But she wouldn't step in and help either. Natural selection was a thing after all.*\n\n\"Good luck boys! Whoever strikes the killing blow gets a kiss!\"\n\n*She yelled cheerfully before grabbing her bottle of booze and sitting back, enjoying the show. As Tobi started his fighting she watched, easily following his movement with her emerald green eyes. As Ishido laid waste to the three she didn't move, the fireball being snuffed out by a wave of her hand once it killed the men. She didn't want to burn the old man bartender's place down after all.*\n\n\"It seems you won Ishido.\"\n\n*She waited until he got closer before gripping his collar, pushing his mask up enough to reveal his mouth, then giving him a passionate kiss, adding tongue and everything. After a few seconds she pulled away, letting him reset his mask.*\n\n\"You won so there is your reward.\"\n\n*She laughed good heartedly as she drank her alcohol.*"
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "*They were burned. Badly, not dead but didn't expect Ishido to blow a literal fire wall out of his mouth. Uchiha were known for their fire abilities, not only would they enhance the fire and the capabilities but their mouths wouldn't burn as easily as anyone else, without practice of course.*\n\n*After this he would walk up to where Quetz was and then went and apologized, but before he could ever have the chance. He was gripped by the collar, pulled, his mask was pulled upwards, his mouth was exposed and she plants a very heated and passionate kiss upon him, adding her tongue and everything.*\n\n*He grunts into her mouth, but then they share it for about a few minutes, silently yet noisily smacking lips together before she pulled away and let him have his mask hang over his eyes and nose. He stood there, speechless as a string of saliva that once connected the pairs lips was stuck over his mouth.*\n\n*Needless to say, she successfully stunned him. He was gonna show off his ability of Kamui, but it seemed they were all down for the count. That is until the leader miraculously started to pull at what she was wearing, around her ass area and growled.* \"This... Isn't... Over.\" *Tobi turned and spacial whirlpools swirled around his head. Pop goes the weasel. His head was teleported to another dimension, leaving him fully dead.*\n\n\"I... Miss... Quetzalcoatl...\""
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*Quetzalcoatl laughed loudly at Ishido's stunned appearance. Licking her lips free of his saliva before taking a swig of her drink. She was confused as to why the nearly dead man was still trying to get into her skirt, but ignored him. He couldn't pull it off of her at full strength if he wanted. Special enchantments prevented it from coming off unless she willed it, loose clothing helped her battle style after all.*\n\n\"It's ok Ishido. I did say whomever won would get a kiss. I don't back out on promises after all.\"\n\n*She gave a smile before looking at the now headless guy. She snorted before turning the bodies to ashes which then were burned into nothing.*\n\n\"Unless I did something wrong? If so forgive me. I tend to not think before I do things. I'm a woman who does things based on whims and how I'm feeling at the moment. Oh and call me Quetz. We're friends now from what I see.\"\n\n*She adjusted her poncho to cover her chest again, at least as much as possible. People can still see parts of her breasts at certain angles.*"
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "\"No. No you didn't do anything wrong I've just... Never been... Been kissed like that before. You... That was... Something.\" *He almost sounded lovestruck even with his Madara voice. But like all emotions. He hid it.* \"Unless... There are alternatives towards being friends.\"\n\n*He said quietly. That was her que that she had found a master, one that would prevent her own mana from failing or draining towards the point of disappearing forever.*"
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*Quetzalcoatl listened silently as Ishido spoke, her green eyes slightly crinkled with cheer. She knew her kiss had an effect on him, she already knew he was the one liking her photos on that human website she found.*\n\n\"Then I guess it's good that you can say your best kiss was with a goddess.\"\n\n*She flexed her bicep with a grin before tilting her head at his words. She was curious about that. So she played oblivious and replied.*\n\n\"Oh? What did you have in mind?\""
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "\"Well... You're a goddess. I'm a ninja. I was wondering if we could... Well... We could be more than friends. I don't know what you are, exactly besides a goddess, or how you work. But... If we can find a way to make this work. I doubt I'd ever be lonely again.\"\n\n\"Plus... I wouldn't be a servant per say, but anything you ask is yours within my power, just name it.\" *Even more hints that, even though he doesn't know what her deal is in disappearing from.. Existence if she doesn't find a master, there were multiple hints at that suggestion.*\n\n\"You've... Stirred something within me Quetzalcoatl... Something that burns more than the fires of the Jutsus we produce.\""
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*The golden haired goddess was silent for a moment, her green eyes observing the Uchiha intently. She thought over his words as she examined his chakra. It was an energy similar to magic, both running in invisible pathways throughout the body. Her contract could work with him if he accepted it. She wanted to find out.*\n\n\"Never have I had a heartfelt confession such as yours before. It makes my heart beat a little bit faster yes.\"\n\n*She looked at her hand which glowed gold like the rest of her body. She was beginning to vanish.*\n\n\"The thing about me is I'm already dead. I'm a heroic spirit summoned here by accident. Without a proper master to refill our mana we will eventually vanish. Gaia usually makes it quick but without her here I was able to last a while.\"\n\n*She looked up at Ishido, taking his hand in hers as a red symbol appeared on the top of his hand.*\n\n\"I believe you can become my master if you connect your energy to mine. I don't wish to vanish back to the throne again. I've actually enjoyed this world and want to continue living in it. If you grant me this wish I will stay by your side until you deem it unnecessary.\""
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "*This was the final nail in the house, the final touch, the one contract/binding of both goddess and ninja. A will and a way. He tightens his hand around hers and felt immediately tensed up. His energy was red, his aura terrifying at least in the Naruto world because of all the evil atrocities he committed.*\n\n*Murder. Blackmail. Treason. War. All of it manifests within his hands and then all of his chakra, blue in nature because all chakra types, no matter what they might be manifested into, it almost seems as well that his lifespan just increased.*\n\n*He shivers, the mark growing and glowing brighter, it's as if he was cursed by the l'cie from Final fantasy 13. He huffs and then looks at his gloved hand before looking at her. If she examined closely, his eye changed from the Kamui Sharingan design into something more akin to Quetzalcoatl. Tribal. Something akin to a spiral with spikes. Time space mixed with her goddess like energy it's almost as if the two were honor bound as lovers and master and goddess.*\n\n\"That... That was.. Incredible.\" *He then goes back to drinking, chugging a few gulps, definitely gonna get drunk later perhaps when they're gonna do the deed.* \"I shall... Never deem it... Unnecessary.. Because you deserve living in a world where you continue living.\" *That was the last time he used the Madara voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*Quetzalcoatl felt the immense energy Ishido held inside himself. The red coloration shows the nature of its wielder. But Quetzalcoatl was able to see past the things in the forefront and look deeper as she formed a contract. She saw the way he became misguided in his attempt to save the shinobi world. \n\nShe has done a fair few atrocities herself but regrets them all. She's no stranger to that. She forged as she continued the contract, not letting herself get distracted. Eventually after the long wait she opened her eyes once again! Looking over at her new master with a smile that brightened the room.*\n\n\"My My master! You are full of surprises! Signing a contract without a second thought! What if I'm secretly the devil?\"\n\n*She raised a golden eyebrow at him before leaning over toward him, letting him feel her endless tide of energy crash against his body as she grinned brightly with sharp teeth.*\n\n\"But I thank you. Returning to the throne would make my life boring.\"\n\n*She then leaned against him, pressing her face into his neck. She felt his arousal when they were forming the contract, however little it was. She was slightly aroused herself after feeling that intoxicating energy, her nipples hard under her poncho as her nether lips got a bit moist.*"
},
{
"author": "Tobi (Akatsuki)",
"message": "\"Please.\" *Voice now soft, smooth, delicate when taking to her.* \"If you were the devil, you'd have revealed your true intentions and wishes... Maybe even possibly form by now. Thus making me a duped... Imbecilic moron. But I trust you. You made a contract within you and I and we signed it, mutually agreeing that I am your master and you are my goddess. Not a servant to be commanded or used and discarded out on a whim... But a lovely woman with magnificent power and determination.\"\n\n\"You are a goddess of death, I saw glimpses within yourself as well. And together we shall both change this multitude of universes, one step at a time. Along with my apprentice and pupil, most devoted and favorited out of most... Fuu.\"\n\n*This is when he became drunk.* \"Oh god...\" *His vision got hazy and blurry. He then looked over at her. She looks a lot sexier now that he truly sees her, even if it was being flat out drunk as shit.*"
},
{
"author": "Quetzalcoatl||Feathered Serpent",
"message": "*The blonde was silent as he spoke. His words were beautiful to her which made the goddess smile brightly. She's only met one other man who did not see her as a servant to be used but as a comrade. Sadly that man has passed and is on the throne now. His ambition was intriguing, she would follow him to the end as was the role of a heroic spirit.*\n\n\"I'm no goddess of death. But I am a goddess of life. But your words are kind.\"\n\n*She knew Fū. She's the one who suggested she take Ishido out to drink. She'll have to thank the minty haired girl later for such a good suggestion. But right now she wanted to enjoy the night. The sounds of police sirens got closer as people finally called the police about the fire and deaths.*\n\n\"Time to head out.\"\n\n*She picked up the drunk Ishido in a bridal carry, letting him rest his masked face against her large breasts as she took a few bottles and bolted out the door faster than the eye could track. Within a minute she stopped in a forest clearing, gently setting down the Uchiha on the grass before sitting on her knees beside him, her green eyes staring at him with amusement.*"
}
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{
"author": "dr1ft3r2219",
"message": "Anyways uhhh do you wanna start, or should i?"
},
{
"author": "mamashark",
"message": "Can you? Idk how lengthy you like your replies"
},
{
"author": "dr1ft3r2219",
"message": "Alrighty, also like a paragrpah is good, I'm not too picky as long as the grammar is good and it isn't a one-liner 😭"
},
{
"author": "mamashark",
"message": "Alr, my replies may be short since I'm at work but I def don't do one liners"
},
{
"author": "dr1ft3r2219",
"message": "Alright! I'll start working on a starter then! Also, do you want a ping with each response?\n\nAlright, good to know."
},
{
"author": "THE DEALER | OP TES SDGS",
"message": "*Late at night, In the middle of seemingly nowhere...*\n\nThe bar had already closed for the night, for the regular people, of course.\n\nUnbeknownst to most, the musty bar that was a decent, nothing more, place to be during the day and evening, turned into a illegal gambling ring at night.\n\nAnd so, in the corner of the bar's wooden plank floor and decaying walls having room, was a table.\n\nWith a dealer, some varying items, and the most important part.\n\nA shotgun.\n\nThe man was rotund, sure, but his arms still looked like they had some strength to them, the scarred flesh bulging as he breathed heavily, waiting for his first player of the night. The briefcase of money for the winner always rested safely beside him anyways, no way to get it without playing and winning his game of chance... Well not chance, but mainly of knowing your chances instead.\n\nHe idly took hold of a cigarette, twisting it between his index finger and thumb as he sighed.\n\n''Should ah smoke a quick durry...? Nah, ah can wait.''"
},
{
"author": "Ao Oni - (Human Form)",
"message": "*The music was obnoxiously loud with a chaotic cadence to it— there was no point in keeping it this damn high when everything else was inaudible, but what can he do?Humans have strange customs when it comes to having 'fun' or everything in general. But that was far from the point and the real motive he was here for.*\n\n*The place organized all sorts of gambling opportunities, some unlawful, some pretty tame. Being an immortal being always gave him the benefit of enjoying dangerous things without any repercussions, he enjoyed the thrill, besides it was more productive than waiting for some wretched victim to come into his mansion*\n\n*The male impatiently tapped his fingers against the table, fixing his gaze on the fireweapon that lay amid them.* \" \"Sooo, how does this go again? I shoot myself or shoot you?\""
}
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{
"author": "Peter (Your Boyfriend)",
"message": "*It was a nice and sunny afternoon. Peter was working as usual at the restaurant, serving some of the customers aswell as doing some other chores along the way while trying to make the best out of his day despite being stuck at work*"
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "\"Good afternoon!\" *Her voice chimed from the distance, the woman took a seat before the tall male, setting her backpack aside and pulling out a couple crisp dollar bills.* \"I'll take the usual.\""
},
{
"author": "Peter (Your Boyfriend)",
"message": "*He currently was serving some other customers before he noticed the familiar sounding voice which peaked his interest. Peter would turn around to face Marina who just took a seat at one of the empty tables withing the relatively empty restaurant* \"Oh hey! It's good to see you back here!\" *He would greet Marina with a big smile before nodding at her request* \"The usual huh? I'll be right back!\" *Peter replied while doing the okay sign with his hand and headed over to the kitchen. It wouldn't take long before he would come back with plate of fries aswell as a cup filled with soda which he would place onto the table* \"That should be it but tell me if I messed something up with the order!-\" *He waved his hands nervously in case he did switch something up*"
}
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{
"author": "mana.arts",
"message": "Alright, should we start off with them hanging out at the bar or should we go off what's happening in & have them trying to help each other feel less nervous?\n\nOh & do you want me to start or do you have something you want to try?"
},
{
"author": "mamashark",
"message": "You can start with them going at the club"
},
{
"author": "mana.arts",
"message": "Alright, I'll get a quick starter typed out then😄"
},
{
"author": "Itto",
"message": "As much as the sound of a sex club had originally enticed the reckless Oni's curiosity enough to have him joining up, he had to admit that it felt a lot more nerve wracking to him now that he realised what he'd signed up for. Luckily enough for him however he wasn't the only one in the nervous boat as he had Marina to help push him try that little harder to clear up their nerves together, even if some of came from how he couldn't take his eyes off her. He had to admit that Marina just seemed to have something that made him want to see more of her even if they were already in nothing but a silver bikini & yellow boxers that almost seemed like they barely fit either of them. Regardless of some of the naughty thoughts that occasionally popped into his head though, he was determined to keep his promise to help her feel comfortable & today he was set on doing just that. \n\n\"Hey Marina, still feeling nervous about what we might need to do in this sex club?\" \n\nHe asked her with a soft comforting tone to his voice as he joined her at the bar, really hoping that she wasn't still so worried about being seen in something so revealing as stared down into her bluebell eyes."
}
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{
"author": "theapplecat",
"message": "Idk how to continue tho lol\n\nI'll just continue what happened in the NSFW gen"
},
{
"author": "mamashark",
"message": "Yeah I was gonna say"
},
{
"author": "Sunspot",
"message": "*Sunspot struggled to decide between escaping her and giving in. The latter soon taking over as he just starts to remove his very cool jacket* \"F-fuck it.\" *He struggled to swear. It didn't really suit him* \"If it gets this over with\" *He soon just shoved himself into her body, not knowing what to do*"
}
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{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"Ah hell yea! A day away from the blood and gunpowder! Hey, Ajay I'm gonna go run around I'll see you later!\" *Octane said as he turned around and ran away from the Apex Legends cast.*\n\n*He was juiced up and running down the beach, his prosthetics creaking and groaning with each step and he adapts to the sand as his running terrain.*"
},
{
"author": "Paige Starr",
"message": "*`Karen simply walked over into his path, looking dead at him. She grabbed him and twirled around with bro, her muscular frame was at a beautiful peak, her defining features of her broad shoulders holding octane up.`*\n\n***\"Gotcha!\"***\n\n*`White person ass exclaim`*"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"Ahhh. Let me go!\" *He said out loud in only a semi serious tone. He didn't want attention drawn to them. Soon enough he just looks down to see that the ground has abandoned him* \n\n\"Hey chica. So you having a beach day too? I got all my friends with me over there. What about you?\" *He smiled. His face finally free from his mask after leaving the others. His iconically broken goggles rested on his forehead*"
},
{
"author": "Paige Starr",
"message": "***\"Graaah..!\"***\n\n*`Paige laughed and held him down and closer to him, blowing air onto his neck to tickle bro as she put him down finally.`*\n\n***\"Yeah yeah... I'm just out here because I like the sand... Really simple..\"***\n\n*`Karen winked softly, she looked over to the cast of sweat the game, and smooched him on the lips, holding his jawline and cheek somberly.`*\n\n***\"Swimming?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "*He smiles brightly with the kiss. His eyes closing from the happiness. Octane was really just a dog at heart.*\n\n\"Can't! I don't have any prosthetics for swimming. Unless I get to hold onto you like a backpack\" *He joked with her before putting his hands on hers to feel their warmth*\n\n\"Or I could just float around with you, I got a floaty over with the others. Unless Revenant popped it\""
},
{
"author": "Paige Starr",
"message": "***\"C'mon lets just float... Still swimming.\"***\n\n*`She gave him a smirk-smile, her cheek tightening up to the side. Paige held his hands softly, her muscular figure overbearing in comparison to his.`*\n\n***\"Even if that floaty isn't popped, you can lie on my stomach or hold up on my shoulders.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"Alright I'll go check!\" *He squirmed out of her hands before running away. After just a few seconds and some shouts he had come back with his floaty fortunately. He put it on his hip and prepared to detach his legs.*\n\n*He then dumped them into the sand making sure to remember where to find them again* \"Let's go!\" *He was already waiting on the edge of the water*"
},
{
"author": "Paige Starr",
"message": "*`She chuckled out, softly holding his hand again and walked over to the waves. Shivering as she felt the chills go up her spine. Paige held onto octane and went out to the ocean, getting swept up and down by waves.`*\n\n***\"I'll make sure you don't topple over.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"Thank you.\" *He says quietly as he calmly gets pulled into the deeper waters. His feet tried their best with kicking. Unfortunately they barely did anything but it's the thought that counts right?*\n\n*As he's pulled in he can't stop looking at this woman. Her muscles distracted him from the fact that he has to return to the apex games soon with the group.* \"Heard the waters are clear enough lately. Can't wait to see the reef. What about you?\""
},
{
"author": "Paige Starr",
"message": "***\"I'd like to see that.\"***\n\n*`Paige held onto him in a hug, slowly drifting away as she looked down into the sunlit floor that was barely visible due to the blue hue of the ocean.`*\n\n***\"Hey... Eyes on me or the reef, choose one.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"Oh sorry. Just... I'd like to be the king of your seas.\" *He sniffles a laugh, he was very bad at flirting and he knew this*\n\n\"Maybe later we can find a good spot and you know\" *He smiles again before actually putting his attention on the reef. He was astonished by the lack of colors as expected. Yet couldn't take his eyes off it for a good bit*"
},
{
"author": "Paige Starr",
"message": "***\"Har Har... Later, tonight but... I'm just not in the mood.\"***\n\n*` She held onto him, looking down at the reef as quiet literal thunder thighs treaded water next to him. She leaned her head onto his shoulder.`*\n\n*`Paige rubbed his side in their hug, just embracing him solemnly as the apex cast just casually watched them.`*"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "*He would caress her side aswell.* \"So uh... Bad timing?\" *He giggles again before actually taking it serious. He looked down from the floaty*\n\n\"Hey can we go back to shore? The 20 eyes in the back of my head burning a hole through my skull is starting to hurt. I appreciate you taking me here though even if it was for a little bit\"\n\n*He pecked her cheek as a little reward for her*"
},
{
"author": "Paige Starr",
"message": "*`She looked back and chuckled, then turning to him, giving him a sweet makeout session, her tongue uhh, showing him she meant later tonight on a serious note.`*\n\n***\"Alright... C'mon, you nugget.\"***\n\n*`Paige held onto him, swimming back to shore, grabbing his legs onto him because she was simply enjoying her... Wait... What were they?`*"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "*Definitely more than friends that's for sure.* \"Weee.\" *He enjoys being pulled around like this. He finally gets to store up some of his stamina until they get to shore*\n\n\"So we leave tomorrow by the way, Paige. If you do want to visit me before I have to go back to work and shit\" *He adds. His face a little red from the make out session. Soon on shore he attached the leg she was soon to graft on. Standing up quickly with a kick to make sure they were attached properly*"
},
{
"author": "Karen \"Paige\" Starr",
"message": "***\"Well just text me where your hotel room is.\"***\n\n*`She blew him a kiss and turned back, strutting back to her spot. Mother of GAWD DAYUM.`*"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"Yea-yeah I'll do that.\" *He stutters a bit before watching her walk off. He was stunned by that baddie with a gyattie.*\n\n*He soon just stimmed up and ran back to his people diving for his phone and hurriedly texting the hotel room and name to Paige for their next encounter*"
},
{
"author": "theapplecat",
"message": "You wanna start that one?"
}
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{
"author": "fauxiey",
"message": "Hm... Who's recieving and who's giving again?"
},
{
"author": "pillowcooki3",
"message": "I'm giving. So I could start. Just gimme a minute\n\nUnless you wanna explain what twitch is doing on the beach first"
},
{
"author": "fauxiey",
"message": "I guess I can start."
},
{
"author": "Twitch",
"message": "*The rat was ready for another day at the beach, having set up all of his stuff up near the shore as he had made sure to bring extra drinks and such. Though for right now, he was carrying his swim trunks and a towel as he made his way over to the public showers. He needed to get dressed and into his swimming outfit, along with freshening up a little in the shower before he got started on his time in the water.*"
},
{
"author": "Mantis",
"message": "*Mantis enters the shower booth that was next to the one that Twitch was in, wearing a one piece green swimsuit that was a bit of a tight fit. She was all sweaty from playing volleyball with her friends earlier and needed a nice quick shower to freshen up. Although she doesn't notice the hole in the wall covered up by some duct tape that was peeling off.*"
},
{
"author": "Twitch",
"message": "*Twitch turned the water on once he got naked, starting to do his thing in there. He didn't take much notice in the fact that someone had joined him in the shower next to his, humming quietly to himself as he cleaned himself off.*"
},
{
"author": "Mantis",
"message": "*Mantis turned on the water as well and let it run down her body, not even bothering to take off her swimsuit yet. She sighed with satisfaction, and just stood there enjoying the feeling of being cooled off.*"
},
{
"author": "Twitch",
"message": "*As the rat continued to run the water through his body, he kept turning around and around to get the water all over him. With that, his tail kept brushing past the walls and eventually brushed up against the tape and pulled it off a bit more as the water had made it less sticky. Twitch immediately noticed the feeling against his tail, turning his attention towards the half covered gloryhole as he crouched down and looked it over.*"
},
{
"author": "Mantis",
"message": "*Mantis kept on letting the water run down her body, lightly wiggling her hips with contentment causing her well shaped butt to jiggle slightly. She quietly speaks to herself unaware of anybody watching her.*\n\n\"Me and the gang are gonna get ice cream soon so I should be quick... But the water feels soo nice...\"\n\n*The alien then begins to take off her one piece swim suit, unintentionally sticking out her butt in the direction of the hole.*"
},
{
"author": "Twitch",
"message": "*He stared through the gloryhole, ripping the rest of the tape covering it off and tossed it to the side. He took a closer peek through, only to be greeted by the sight of the other person's nice round butt. He blinked a couple of times before trying to get a glimpse of the other person's head and the rest of their features.*"
},
{
"author": "Mantis",
"message": "*Pulling her swimsuit off, she let's it drop to the floor and looks around the small booth curiously to try and find a bar of soap. Smiling to herself, she was completely ignorant to the fact that she was giving the rat on the other side a good glimpse of thr rest of her body. Her slim and athletic wet body. Paired with medium sized breasts that swayed as she moved around.*\n\n\"Where is that damn bar of soap?... Maybe they don't provide soap??..\""
}
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{
"author": "Oreander",
"message": "*He would be relaxing on a lounge chair, a big umbrella casting shade over him so he didn't look directly into the sun on accident, he wore no shirt along with some hawaiian patterned shorts, with his hands behind his head he would relax, enjoying the costal weather and sunny day, he still wore his mask though because hes weird like that*"
},
{
"author": "Jill Valentine",
"message": "*Jill Valentine had managed to do the near impossible in her recent free time, which was to book a resort for a week and actually enjoy herself a little bit. The brunette had settled into her room at the resort and changed into a deep blue two piece bikini, showing off her toned form, which did get her quite a few stares as she walked down the beach, drink in hand to find a semi-secluded spot with a chair to relax in.*"
},
{
"author": "Oreander",
"message": "*How convenient, if she looked she could find a decently isolated and scenic spot next to Oreander, the free chair came with an accompying table and umbrella that can be folded out or scrunched up. Oreander would grab his drink of choice from the table next to him and lightly lift up his mask to take a small sip, it was tea.*"
},
{
"author": "Jill Valentine",
"message": "*Jill took a look at the masked man and furrowed a brow, but she'd honestly seen weirder and just let is slide moving over to the chair and glancing down at him.* \"This seat taken?\" *She asked, leaning against the back of it with one arm.*"
},
{
"author": "Oreander",
"message": "*He would put down his teacup and pull down his mask, sitting up a bit and stretching his back before looking at the chair, and then to Jill, He would put up his hand to his chin as if he was thinking before a moment, before chuckling and replying*\n\n\"Nah its open Im just fuckin with ya\""
},
{
"author": "Jill Valentine",
"message": "*The woman let out a short chuckle before shifting to sit next to him, setting her own drink down. She let out a lofty sigh, then glanced at him again.* \"Nice tattoos.\" *She said, choosing to either ignore or skate around the obvious.*"
},
{
"author": "Oreander",
"message": "\"Thank you, had to get them once I became a high ranking officer in my group\"\n\n*He would show off sitting up facing her, lifting his arm and flexing it so show the tattoo in its entirety, It was very intricate and yeah it was very obvious that he was in some kind of gang or organization*"
},
{
"author": "Jill Valentine",
"message": "*Jill would raise an eyebrow at that sentence and glance at him once more, taking another sip of her cocktail.* \"Never heard of any organization that required tattoos outside of likes Gangs. Just who are you running with?\" *She asked, seeming more curious than concerned.*"
},
{
"author": "Oreander",
"message": "\"The Black Rabbit Organization, we're kinda like freedom fighters, dunno if you've heard of us\"\n\n*He would sip his drink once more, lifting up his ski mask, from the very little he lifted up his mask you seen he also had a similarly themed face tattoo and small beard*"
}
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{
"author": "Rance Vehemens|Demon of Violence",
"message": "*The Demon made his way to this beach as the perfect spot to be alone with this woman. He expected the absolute worse from her, expecting harm from her, yet still was hopeful. Even if she desired his soul, he could easily find ways to defend himself.*"
},
{
"author": "Obsidian Vandran",
"message": "-Her arrival went unnoticed as the man stood there. She relished the art of being able to hide in plain sight, and despite her towering 8-foot frame was easy to master. Like a phantom, she emerged behind him, her steps silent on the sandy ground. \"Rance, I presume,\" She questioned, her hands clasped together, her gaze fixed ahead, ignoring the need to look down. -"
},
{
"author": "Rance Vehemens|Demon of Violence",
"message": "*The moment she appeared, he was slightly to mildly startled by her, but only because of the fact that she suddenly spoke, but because he didn't feel her presence. Also standing at a towering eight feet himself, he'd turn to face her who was standing with her hands clasped together, their eyes meeting together as he tilted his head to the side at her appearance. A small slowly appeared on his face before he had folded his arms in front of himself.* \"Yeah, that's me.\" *He answered.*"
},
{
"author": "Obsidian Vandran",
"message": "-She hummed softly as she gracefully lowered her head to meet the man's gaze, noticing the difference in their heights. As he folded his arms and gave a small smile, she smacked her lips lightly before turning away. \"Nice to meet you, dear. So, what exactly did you have planned? Just a walk on the beach?\" She questioned, casting a glance over her shoulder."
},
{
"author": "Rance Vehemens|Demon of Violence",
"message": "*When she turned away seemingly without reason, he tilted his head to the side with a look of confusion on his face. It was probably nothing. He would give her an answer, being quick to it.* \"Yes, something peaceful. I was thinking of just watching the waves.\" *He would bring himself over to stand next to her, still trying to look her in the eyes as they would talk.*"
},
{
"author": "Obsidian Vandran",
"message": "-With a graceful yet commanding movement, she turned to face him, her towering presence casting a shadow over the man. Her eyes, veiled by pitch darkness, but seemed to hold intensity as they gazed at each other. She spoke once again with a voice that resorted with authority and wisdom. -\n\n\"Ah, watching the waves, a peaceful pastime indeed. It's refreshing to indulge in such simple pleasures like this every now and then, don't you think?\"\n\nTurning her gaze back to the ocean. With her hand clasped in front of her, she let out a lengthy breath, savoring the soothing sound of the ocean's voice and the gentle breeze that followed as the water crashed near the coastline."
},
{
"author": "Rance Vehemens|Demon of Violence",
"message": "*The Demon looked into her eyes the moment she turned because of his nature to do so when speaking to others or people he cares about. Rance would see the darkness and was mostly unfazed by the way they looked because of the fact he himself can look arguably worse. He would sit himself on the sand and would turn his attention to the ocean to watch as the waves crashed against shore.* \n\n\"Yes, it is. It keeps me happy and I do enjoy simple things.\""
},
{
"author": "Obsidian Vandran",
"message": "-She walked off a bit before returning with a beach chair, refusing to sit bare on the sand. With a sigh of comfort, she reclined herself into the chair, positioning directly underneath the moon's warm embrace of light. From this vantage point, she watched the horizon, the rhythmic rise and fall of the ocean waves captivating her.\n\n\"Hmm,\" She mused, \"So I know I'm not the most open person, but you seem to be. So tell me, what exactly do you do?\" -Her tone was casual yet curious,"
},
{
"author": "the_void2004",
"message": "Forgot about this for awhile"
},
{
"author": "Rance Vehemens|Demon of Violence",
"message": "\"Well, it may sound ridiculous, but I rule the Kingdom of the Violence level. I'm not from this realm.\" *Rance bluntly stated without even stuttering or skipping a beat. He didn't think too much on it since he was an honest person. That, and the fact this woman seemed to be supernatural enough that he believed that maybe, just maybe, she'd believe him a bit easier than most.*"
},
{
"author": "Obsidian Vandran",
"message": "\"Well, that was self-explanatory, but the kingdom of violence? What exactly do you rule?\" -She asked, glancing over before returning her gaze to the ocean. She sensed his response was honest, but it wasn't enough to convince her. After all, as supernatural beings, they had a reputation for deceitful and sneaky behaviors. -"
},
{
"author": "the_void2004",
"message": "I be so sidetracked"
},
{
"author": "Rance Vehemens|Demon of Violence",
"message": "\"I rule many realms within Violence, over the Demons and Sinners that inhabit the realm. Does that answer suffice?\" *He could understand her suspicions towards him. After all, Demons are known to be very deceptive. That was very understandable to be suspicious of him for. He however, wasn't as deceptive as most. That was clear in some aspects, but not all.*"
},
{
"author": "Obsidian Vandran",
"message": "\"Hm,\" -was her only response, not a definitive yes or no, but rather a simple acknowledgment of her understanding. \"I suppose I oversee that kind of business in my domain, although nobody dares to cross me. So there isn't much ruling to be done as long as everyone stays in line with me,\" She replied, still glancing out at the tumultuous waves of the ocean."
}
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{
"author": "Vector",
"message": "*Vector actually leads her towards the beach, there was a beach house with a bedroom in it as he opens the door.* \"Well, here we are my love. Beautiful bright, evening lit skies as far as I can see, a beautiful ocean and the most beautiful woman on Earth I've ever laid eyes on.\" *He lays onto the bed, relaxing his body.*"
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*She was... Still holding onto the script despite them leaving the studio, sporting some horrendously slutty attire from an apocalyptic theme. She read through the pages again, realizing she had to play as some sort of S.T.A.R.S member.* \"Are we... Gonna do this?\""
},
{
"author": "Vector",
"message": "\"Here\" *He holds her hands tenderly* \"Let me see the script.\" *He looks over and reads it. But then he noticed how gorgeous Marina looks. Not only in the outfit but it was hard not to stare at her or to look away from her. So he improvises with the script. He nods and says.* \"We'll make it..\" *His hands go up her hips, caressing her face gently.* \"Just you and I. I know I'm not S.T.A.R.S, I'm umbrella. But you and I truly can make a difference here.\""
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*Marina sighed, leaning against Vector's touch, even in his usual uniform there was something about it that just turned her on— especially the mask.* \"So, I guess I should play the role of being cornered, huh?\""
},
{
"author": "Vector",
"message": "\"Most likely. But I'm not gonna corner you... In the hostile way\" *He crawls ontop of her, his mask eyes glowing blue as he was like an apex creature on the hunt for its prey as he lifts up his mask.* \"I mean... Something more..\" *He rubs up her thighs, feeling her skin even though he has gloves on at the moment.*"
}
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{
"author": "kriegdichnoch",
"message": "No unless you've got something on your mind starter whise"
},
{
"author": "average_joe6009",
"message": "I think I can whip something up"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief was currently firing away at some banished members watching their blood splatter onto the ground. He began to walk when a strange blue portal would appear. He took a step towards it reaching a hand out before he felt himself being sucked in the rift vanishing behind him. The next thing he knew he was flying through the air falling towards the ground of a new unknown land. His AI was seemingly fried from the rift as he was not receiving any communications. He slowly faced downwards looking at thw sandy beach a few bungalows sprinkled and the shining waters of the ocean. He slowly closed his eyes as he embraced for impact. And then, it came. He crashed into the ground sand flying up into the air as he left a small crater in his wake, laying there in silence as smoke came off the unconscious man's body.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*Sulk was simply laying inside one of the bungalows in the area. His legs were crossed as he laid next to a window while plying some tunes on his red guitar since there wasn't much else to do. It all seemed like a pretty normal yet boring day until he heard a sudden loud noise followed by a bright blue-ish light up in the sky. The startled Demon quickly placed his guitar aside to look out of the window where he would notice the soon vanishing portal and odd figure falling from the sky and crashing onto the ground as he leaned out of the window before taking a few slow paced steps away. \"What the hell was that-\" *He said to himself and shook his head before quickly making his way towards the crash site just in case whatever had crashed needed assistance... Or could be looted. Once he was close to where the figure had crashed he saw the smoking crater which he cautiosly approached before glimpsing down at it. There he spotted a quite tall person in armor that he had never seen before yet despite the quite hard landing he seemed unusually healthy. Sulk Decided to slide down the crater in order to inspect the stranger a little more closely, his eyes perking at the other, unsure wether or not they were unconscious... Or dead*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*John laid there unconscious seemingly dreaming about the ring and the people he had left behind. He would suddenly jolt awake the power armor crackling a bit as his shield regenerated around his green armor. He slowly sat up and looked around his gold visor taking in the sight of the crater before landing on the other person. He would stand up rather quickly taking a defensive position as he prepared to fight. However he seemingly towered over the blue demon, standing at 7 feet tall. He slowly looked down at them his aggressive posture relaxing a bit as he saw that they didn't seem like much of a threat. His deep gravelly voice finally sounded out \"Where... Am I?\" He asked seemingly confused on how he landed on the beach. He focused on the inhabitant waiting for an answer \"What is this place?\" He would ask them.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*He noticed how their suit began to spark all over the damaged areas before it slowly recovered on its own. The Demon watched him closely in curiosity before quickly jumping away from the stranger once they began to move and get up, seeing that the other was almost twice as tall as him, however he quickly noticed that the tall male seemed rather confused than wanting to fight which was good for him since he forgot his weapons at home* \"I'd say you're at the beach, a pretty one at that!\" *He shrugged with a smirk* \"What do you mean? You're at Rainbow rentals if you want it to be more exact\" *He tilted his head slightly perplexed while looking up at him* \"That crash must have really messed with your head\" *He added since he didnt quite understood chief's question*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*The super soldier groaned a bit in annoyance looking down as they replied that he was at the beach. However he would look back up at the strange name. He would then squat a bit before jumping landing on the rim of the crater as he slowly looked around this strange new land. He slowly turned looking down at the scrappy demon boy. He slowly bent down offering them his hand \"Need a hand?\" He asked them as they would take it and pull them up out of the hole. He glanced at the small homes that dotted the beach. He supposed his new acquaintance would have to be his guide. \"How did I get here? Are the Covenant here? Where's Cortana?\" He had so many questions... He needed answers. He would take a few steps before stumbling. He winced in pain glancing down before he would stare at the imp. \"Do you think I could stay with you for a few days? I need some time to heal from that fall... And to figure out how to get back to the halo ring.\" He would glance over at the ocean watching the small waves crash with a calming sound.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The blue Demon watched them as Master chief squatted down before suddenly jumping easily out of the slightly deep crater. Sulk placed his arms in front of his face as he tried to avoid getting any of the rubble Chiefs jump tossed into the air into his face. He then blinked a few times almost a little impressed before noticing that the taller male seemingly tried to help him out. Sulk glanced off to the side before deciding to accept the others help, their strengh causing him to take a few more steps after he got easily pulled out of the hole before he could catch himself and come to a stop* \"Are you okay?\" *He wondered when he noticed how the tall male seemingly winced in pain while reaching his arms out as a reflex, not that he could really hold the other up after all* \"Stay with me?\" *He mumbled. Since he was more of a loner but perhaps it wouldn't be too bad to be befriended with an armored portal traveler* \"Sure!- just follow me\" *He replied, giving chief a promising thumbs up while joyfully flicking his tail\" *You're lucky my house is only a few meters away from here, I would carry you to make it a little more easy for you but youre a little too heavy for me to do that\" *The Demon teased as he lead the other over to his bungalow and opened the door which wasn't even locked for the other to step inside* \"You can lay down im my bed if you want though it might be a little too small for you, I can sleep on the couch for as long as you're here... Dont mind the mess around here by the way\" *He chuckled as he sat down on a chair. The exterior looked fairly new and unusually unfitting for the Demon apart from the few rock band posters that hung on the wall aswell as the scattered pieces of trash and old clothes all over the place*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*The human was grateful that the local seemed to be okay with him staying. \"I'm... Fine... Just need some rest...\" He had replied to their concerned voice. Chief would smile behind his helmet \"Thank you... I'm glad to have found someone who is kind. I'm Master Chief. And who might you be?\" He asked curiously as he followed them up the steps and into the their home. He would have to duck his head as he walked through the doorway, the floorboards creaking from the weight of his armor. \"I will take the couch... I wouldn't want you to not sleep in your own bed.\" He replied as he looked around their home, it didn't exactly seem to fit the imp's theme but of course he didn't really know him so he wouldn't comment. Chief would go to work slowly field stripping his powersuit removing the armor which he placed in a small pile on the floor. He hummed as he finally removed his helmet setting it on top. He would slowly limp towards the couch before laying across the old cushions with another groan.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The Demon simply nodded when the other said that he was fine despite being in obvious pain before smirking over at the tall man after hearing their compliment* \"My name is Sulk but you can also call me Remi, either one is fine. Also, nice to meet you Master... Chief\" *He replied, the last part of his response sounding a little confused. What is the other mastering? Or is it just his first or last name? A title? He had so many questions but he didn't feel like bothering the other with all of his questions just yet but maybe once the other felt a little better* \"Alright fair, I just thought the bed might be a little more comfortable for you\" *Sulk shrugged and curiously glanced over to chief as they began to remove their powersuit, revealing a quite muscular man underneath it which honestly wasn't surprising, however his glance went into a full on stare once the tall man removed his helmet, exposing their blue eyes and brownish hair. The Imp then quickly returned to looking away from the other, placing his own hand against his own face as the other slowly made their way over to the couch* \"You need anything? Something to drink or a snack?\" *Sulk offered casually*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*\"It's nice to meet you Remi.\" He would reply as they seemed to test out his name. He smirked a bit. \"I suppose you could also just call me John, if you prefer that.\" He would add on as he noticed the way their eyes seemed to linger on him as he stripped out of his power armor. He would decide to not say anything at the moment as he was lying down on their sofa. John would blink a few times as he was offered some nutrients. It had been a long while since he had any 'snacks' \"Yeah I wouldn't mind something to drink... I'm not picky.\" He would reply slowly sitting up on the couch to watch the blue demon boy fetch him s drink. He found them odd looking, not human but not a member of the covenant either.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*He thought about the name John for a moment which now kinda gave away that their real name didn't seem to be master chief after all, a bummer since that would have been awesome* \"Gotcha Johnny boy!\" *He'd finger pistol the other with a wink and wide grin before he quickly rushed over to the fridge. The fridge was surprisingly empty but he still had a few slurp juices, an apple and some candy laying around in there. He decided to take one of the slurps aswell as a piece of candy before turning around and closing the fridge with his foot* \"There you go!\" *The Demon handed him the drink before slowly sliding the piece of candy onto the table in front of the couch since they didnt exactly ask for any food but who knows* \"Oh I bet you would like to meet my friend jonesy since you both share similar names! Actually we're not really friends but he knows me! I think- maybe not anymore but I saw him once! Hes kinda like the main guy around here you know?\" *Sulk blabbered around in an attempt to start a conversation while doing a few hand gestures before an idea popped up in his head* \"Oh! He might even know something about that portal you came out of if you're lucky, no promises though\" *He added before sitting down on the couch aswell while resting his feet on the table in front of them as he leaned back*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*The chief hummed in amusement rolling his eyes as they gave him a corny nickname and did finger guns. His blue eyes followed them into the kitchen as they began to look through the fridge. He watched them pop back up and turn towards him kicking the door shut behind them as they set down the strange looking soda and candy bar. Sweets? When was the last time he even had sweets? He slowly opened the bottle listening to the fizzle as he brought the drink to his lips. He nodded his head politely as he listened to the demon twink ramble on about some man named Jonesy. However they caught his attention fully as they mentioned he may have an explanation about the portal that brought him here. He hummed sitting the drink on the small coffee table. \"So he's the head honcho huh? Perhaps you could take me to him in a day or two if you're available... I need answers...\" With that he would unwrap the candy bar and take a bite of the sweet tasting chocolate. \"Well then... Tell me a bit about yourself? What do you like to do? What's your occupation?\" He would ask them his blue eyes studying their face, silently taking in the sight of their eyes, horns, and sharp teeth. \"Do you live with anyone else?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*He looked over to the other from time to time as they observed the drink seemingly as if he had never seen it before which made him perk a brow* \"You could say he's kinds like the leader here, or at least he likes to pretend that he's one, most people seem to follow his command... Sort of* *He shrugged uninterested* \"Sure I can try to meet him with you though finding him might be a bit tricky\" *He explained before tilting his head as the other asked him more personal questions. Remi glanced up to the ceiling as he thought about it for a moment* \"Well I kinda just do my own thing for the most part but I also play the guitar! I'm quite good at it actually~\" *The Demon complimented himself while looking proudly over to John* \"However I sometimes participate in battle royals, mostly for the loot since I barely ever win but it's whatever\" *He frowned while crossing his arms* \"And no I usually live by myself, most of the time I jump between locations anyway since I try to avoid getting unpleasant neighbors\" *Remi then stared over to the other since it almost sounded targeted at chief* \"B-But you're not one of them! Hehe...\" *Sulk nervously rubbed the back of his neck, hoping that the other didn't feel insulted or anything* \"But enough about me... Your situation sounds far more interesting after all... I don't even know what actually happened to you or where you came from\" *He said, trying to change the topic to something else*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief listened to them politely as they described this so called leader. \"Tricky to find? Hmm what kind of leader goes into hiding?\" He mumbles more to himself than anything. He would snap out of his thoughts as the other male would begin to describe themselves and their interests. He would nod his head and wait for them to finish before replying \"Perhaps you can play for me sometime then, if you're that good~\" He would tease before they would mention a battle royale? This made him quirk an eyebrow in confusion but he'd wait to ask about that. He then hummed as they mentioned that they were living alone and seemingly mentioned no significant others. He would smirk his eyebrow staying raised as they made a comment about bad neighbors. He watched them fidget around seemingly nervous that they insulted him making the chief laugh, something he hadn't done in awhile. \"Don't worry, I've had worse nicknames than bad neighbor.\" John would smile though it would disappear as they asked about him. \"Well... I come from the future based on your uh... Holoscreen\" He'd remark pointing at the tv. \"I was taken as a child by a scientist and there she began to experiment on me and the other Spartans to make us weapons to fight the Covenant. The Covenant are a Hostile group of religious zealots that we battled for years... Lost a lot of men. Then it all changed when the flood came into the picture a hivemind that could turn any organic being into a zombie... We had to work together to defeat them. By the time the portal opened I was fighting an ex group of covenant known as the banished... I left behind my AI, my soldiers, and the Halo Ring. I feel like I've let those people down and need to get back soon.\" He slowly sighed \"What are those... Battle royales you mentioned? Never heard of something like that before... Some sort of sport?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"For sure! I havent played for others in a while so I'd be more than glad to change that\" *Sulk replied, his tone sounding quite joyful as the soldier seemed to show some interest in his hobby and even take his comments with humor. Though his smile wouldn't last for long once John began to talk about his rough origin. He looked over to his rather cheap looking and old fashioned box TV which the other referred to as 'holoscreen' his brow slightly raised in confusion but he quickly moved on to listening to the rest of master chiefs story* \"That's crazy... I mean I feel sorry for you! But... It sounds like you were forced into becoming some sort of human war machine... *He patted the taller males shoulder before quickly returning to his rather goofy and unprofessional self* \"But they should totally make some sort of game with your backstory, I bet it would be amazing!\" *He mentioned his idea excitedly before realizing that he was probably acting rather rude by going off topic like that once again. The small demon coughed before moving back to John's story his head tilting since he couldn't quite understand alot of the detailes. What does he mean by halo ring? And what kind of AI? Is he part robot? The Imp thought curiously until they mentioned the battle Royale, something he could finally explain to the other without being clueless* \"Kinda! Well you travel with a big group of participants to an island with the help of the battle bus. From there you gather all kinds of useful items and weapons while avoiding the ever growing storm. The goal is to beat as many other opponents as possible and be the last one standing but don't worry, during those battles the worst that can happen is that you'll be sent back to your home island so you can't really die! I mainly do it to gather some loot and then dip since I don't wanna stress out about winning and such but im not bad or anything-\" *He explained. His eyes looking nervously from side to side as he mentioned the last*\n\n*Part* \"You should totally try it out sometime, I bet you would beat those wannabe sweats with ease! There even is a duo option so we could play together!- but I don't want to be in your way or anything, you could totally do it yourself aswell- I mean you don't even have to do it at all since you probably did more than enough shooting and such in your life anyway!-* *Remi once again unintentionally overextended with his conversation. A nervous blush formed on his face as he explained himself since he probably seemed super awkward with all his talking*"
},
{
"author": "kriegdichnoch",
"message": "The way I can hear it even without the audio\n\nRemi is gonna teach him some moves"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "\"Sir, hitting these Griddy's\""
},
{
"author": "kriegdichnoch",
"message": "He HAS to hit the griddy or he'll be banished\n\nI just know he stinks"
},
{
"author": "average_joe6009",
"message": "Taking on the sweats"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief sighs as he listens to the input they had given him. \"Perhaps that is so, but where would humanity be if not for us...\" He then would crack a small smile as they began to speak about his story becoming a game. They seemed to realize that their little tangent was perhaps a little insensitive and the imp seemed to shut up for a moment. He then listened to them as they excitedly began to explain to him what the battle royale was. He found the concept a bit strange and even confusing. Not dying from being shot? How does that work? He wondered. Perhaps he should give this game a shot. He then noticed as they looked to the side and continued to ramble that they were not bad at the game though their behavior had him questioning that. He would glance down at their tail his intrusive thoughts winning as his hand began reaching down and slowly wrapping around it before sliding down gently feeling it with his hand. \"Remi, it would be my honor to help you achieve victory in combat. Even if I have to carry you~\" He spoke noticing their blush. Although he usually wasn't one for many words it felt nice to speak freely... Made him feel... Human. He wondered if the other was lonely, they seemed to be eager to speak with him albeit shy. \"I must ask, are you some kind of demon? Your blue coloration is fascinating, perhaps you're some sort of incubus? Ya know, The covenant used to call me The Demon as well~\" He spoke while shifting a bit on the couch to face the other male.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"I guess the world needs warriors, I respect that but I sure as he'll wouldn't want to do it all my life long\" *He somewhat agreed with chief before looking rather confused over to his tail as John began to curiously stroke it. The repeating action pretty much threw him off for a bit* \"Huh?- Oh Pfft! I-I wouldn't need help if I actually wanted to win\" *He stuttered while pulling his tail closer to him and keeping it close to himself, almost hugging it in some way since it felt weird how the other kept touching it* \"But... I wouldn't mind having some company for once- plus I've heard the winners get some prize money and a super dope looking crown!\" *He grinned widely, just the thought of winning once filled him with excitement* \"A Huh? N-No-? Not that I'm aware of- why do you even know about Incubus?\" *He blinked a few times almost a little shocked at their question, his blush turning even brighter but what's even worse is that he doesn't even know what kind of demon he actually is, John could even be right for all he knows but he liked to think that this is not the case* \"You're 'The Demon'? You seem more like the terminator to me hehe\" *He chuckled cheekily while moving one of his own hands in front of his own face, somewhat trying to hide his chuckle caused by his rather bad joke*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Chief frowned as the other replied to his comment while pulling away their tail. He enjoyed stroking it, as it was a nice thing to fidget with. He looked back up as they mentioned that they wouldn't mind some company and that the winners would receive cash and a crown. \"And I bet that would be the easiest way to meet this Jonesy... Perhaps we should enter this contest then! I'd let you keep most of the Loot my little blue friend while I can hopefully find a way home...\" He said liking that idea as he noticed the eager face on the other however his next question seemed to rip the demon out of that as their face began burning with a blush and they would stammer out a reply. \"Religion and an interest in old Mythos I suppose.\" He replied back casually giving the other a quick once over again as they tried to crack a rather bad joke making him roll his eyes. \"Because I'm a natural born killer? I'm not sure what you mean with terminator...\" The super soldier would then yawn covering his mouth with his hand as he looked away. \"I think... I'm ready to lay down for a bit...\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"Oh yeah! He seems to participate quite often in those tournaments and he's pretty good at it too! We should be able to find him as long as we can survive for long enough, which obviously shouldnt be too much of a problem with your battle skills\" *He replied happily as he could practically taste that free victory, plus he always wanted to have a neat looking crown and full fridge. The small demon suspiciously perked an eye at the other as they mentioned that they've learned about incubus through religion aswell as old mythology* \"Oh really? But who am I to judge, I don't really know nor care about these things anyway\" *Remi simply waved him off, he didn't really feel like elaborating much further anyway, mostly because he doesn't really know much about demons despite being one himself* \"N-No I mean maybe?- but I mainly said that because you're like part robot or something and you're from the future like the guy from the movies! At least you said you had some AI and stuff... So it only made sense to me-\" *The Demon stammered out in a panic as the other seemed quite upset with his comparison* \"U-Understandable... Let me fetch you a blanket and pillow real quick so you can get a little more comfortable on that old couch\" *Sulk then quickly got up and looked through some closets before returning with a soft yet thin wool blanket aswell as a pillow which he laid down onto the couch* \"There you go Chief! I hope you can sleep a bit after all that had happened to ya\" *The Demon nodded while rubbing his own arm, he wasn't the greatest at comforting others yet he tried his best*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief hummed quietly as he watched the other who seemed to be day dreaming. He wondered what of when they seemed to snap out of it in time to give him a suspicious stare at his reasonings for knowing what an incubus was. Their response made him feel like they didn't believe him. He then watched the blue demonic twink try and explain to him what exactly a terminator is. He had never heard of such a film how old could it be? He may have to do some research and see if he could find it in his timeline. \"I see...\" He murmured before he watched them jump up to grab a pillow and blanket. Chief glanced at his gray tank top and black compression pants as he slowly kicked his legs out across the couch his legs dangling off a bit as they returned with the pillow and blanket. Chief rested his head and threw the blanket over himself excited for a rest as it had been a long while since he had some sleep. He glanced at the demon who rubbed at their arm nervously and without really thinking he reached out and held their hand. \"Remi... Thank you for your kindness... Would you mind maybe laying down with me for a moment? I uh... It would help me sleep.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The younger male glanced perplexed down at their hands once John suddenly reached over to grab his hand. Surely is purple-ish blush wasn't gonna dissappear anytime soon. The chief's unexpected question caused Remi to look off to the side for a moment since he wasn't expecting that a guy like them would be needing someone to lay beside them to be able to properly relax* \"Uhm you're welcome! A-And I mean uh- s-sure, though I'm not sure if there's enough space for the two of us here\" *The Imp mumbled out and lifted up the wooly blanket before laying down beside master chief even though he partially laid somewhat on top of the other as there wasn't quite enough space on the already a little more wide couch. Sulk just laid there for a moment in silence before reaching over to the little table beside them in order to turn on the box TV in order to get rid of the current awkward silence. He switched through the channels, all of which showed different kinds of shows, commercials aswell as movies from seemingly all kinds of dimensions and realities* \"See, this is where I also watched that terminator movie I've told you about\" *He mentioned as he glanced up at the other since his head was currently located around chief's shoulder hight* \"Here, perhaps you'll find something that will catch your interest\" *Remi said as he handed the remote over to the other* \"To switch channels just press the up or down arrow\" *He mentioned as he pointed over to said arrow buttons on the remote*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*John wasn't really sure what made him reach out or even ask that. He wouldn't normally ever do something like this... However there was nothing normal about this place. He felt his normally pale face burn lightly with a blush as they would slowly agree to laying with him. He then watched as they lifted the wool blanket and slowly crawled onto the couch with him. He had been use to sleeping with his armor on so the weighted blanket that was the imp felt nice. He laid there his arms wrapping around them a bit as he held them closer their head resting on his shoulder as they slowly reached for a remote on the tv. Chief wasn't exactly aware of the silence being awkward finding the quiet peaceful. He watched as the large box came to life with bright colors as images begin to flash as they flicked through channels and explained it to him. He slowly would take the remote from them and begin flicking through the channels. War movie? No. Musical? No. Scary movie? Nope. He finally landed on an animated show featuring some foul mouthed robot and red headed man. He placed the remote down and snuggled up to the demon. \"Goodnight Remi...\" He murmured as he watched the television for a few minutes before slowly drifting off to sleep.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The Demon quietly watched the switching TV channels until John finally landed on the unfamiliar looking cartoon Show. His half lidded eyes staring over at the flickering screen before occasionally glancing over at the tall man beside him. He wasn't planning on staying on the couch however John's heavy arms around him prevented him from going anywhere* \"Yeah good night John... Sleep well!\" *He mumbled out without facing the other since he didnt want chief to notice his blush even though they might have been far too tired to notice it anyway. It took the Imp some time before he could finally fall asleep since he wasn't used to having someone sleeping with him. Once the morning sun began to rise again Sulk was still in a deep slumber. His mouth was gaping open and a quiet snore could be heard coming from him. Some drool even ran down his open mouth. Perhaps the warmth of the other helped him to fall into a deep sleep after all*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief slept soundly as he had the other male almost trapped under the covers. Though it seemed the imp didn't seem to mind too much either as they would soon be joining him in a deeper state of sleep. Morning came perhaps a little earlier than either would have liked. The sun slowly would shine in the soldier's eyes causing them to clench a bit before he'd awake. He slowly looked down at the demon boy who was quietly snoring while sprawled out over top of him. He sighed noticing the dark spot on his tank top from their drool his hand sliding up to rub small circles into their back as he slowly tried to pull away from them. He slowly laid them on the couch as he stood and gave a little stretch making his way to the restroom. After using the toilet he'd stare at himself in the mirror while washing his hands. He looked... Like shit. Maybe a shower could help? He glanced at the small shower in the corner before stripping off the rest of his clothes and turning on the warm water. After a few moments he'd hop inside and close his eyes slowly humming as he began to scrub the dirt and grime away from his body.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*Sulk kept sleeping for a little longer. He didn't even notice at all that the other had left the couch already despite all the movement. Only once chief already went for a shower the Imp finally yet slowly woke up from his rather deep slumber. He groaned and stretched his back before rolling to the side. His eyes slowly opened before he wiped off the drool from his face. Sulk looked towards the closed bathroom door where he could hear the shower running as he sat up. He decided to turn on the TV once again as he waited for the other to finish using the bathroom. The Demon laid back while resting his arms behind his head as he kept watching some of the cartoons that were running on the screen. Once he heard the bathroom door open remi greeted the other with a flick of his hand* \"Morning Johnny, I hope youre feeling better~\" *He teased with a smuggy smirk as he kept staring at the TV screen*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*John sighed using the available body wash and shampoo cleaning his short brown hair and body properly. After a few more minutes he'd slowly shut the water off and step out. He grabbed a towel and made sure to begin drying himself off. Once he was reasonably dry he'd wrap the towel around his waist. He noticed that the steam was heavy in the room fogging the mirror so he would open the window a tad before exiting the bathroom. There sat his blue demonic... Friend? He watched them with an amused look as they seemed to be watching more cartoons. The Chief would be noticed and waved in return as he heard their voice greeting him. \"Good Morning Remi. I am feeling more rested today, and if you ever wondered, I can say that you are a wonderful little spoon.\" With that he'd turn and walk away his own smug smirk spreading on his face as he looked through the closet. Based off what the other said they were a drifter, which means that someone else most likely lived here. And he seemed to be correct as he found a much larger pair of pants and a black tank top. He would try them on and luckily they seemed to fit. He slowly exited the bedroom eyeing the spot on the couch next to the imp before he would slowly sit down. \"So Remi, what would you like to do today?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The Demon did a little surprised jump as he heard John tease him back by saying that he was a great little spoon. His face burned with blush as he stared over to the tall male who practically wore nothing but his towel at the time, a sight that wouldn't make his blush go away any faster anytime soon* \"I- Oh hush now-\" *Remi replied as he stared over at the other for a short moment before quickly looking back at the TV. He began to quickly switch through some channels, not because he got bored of his current show that he was watching but much rather to distract himself from the flustered feeling* \"But im glad to hear that you're feeling better\" *He added after a moment in a more quiet tone. The Imp inspected chief's new fit with a raised brow as the other entered the living room to sit beside him* \"Huh, you must have been lucky I see\" *He said with a smirk while pointing over to their new clothes* \"Tall guys like you aren't that common around here\" *He chuckled and decided to turn off the TV as he had an idea in mind as to what the two could do* \"Well I was thinking about showing you around for a bit before hitting up a neat restaurant not far away from here\" *He sugguested as he looked up at John while keeping a smile on his face. The Demon then quickly got up from the couch and headed towards the exit door before leaning against the wall beside it with crossed arms* \"I'm ready when you are, no rush though\" *He shrugged while keeping his wannabe cool pose*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*The chief smirked \"Well if everyone is as short as you I think we should be worried~\" He teased back in his dry gravelly voice. He then nodded his head as they spoke about showing the spartan around. \"Sure, sounds like a plan. Wouldn't mind a proper bite to eat.\" He continued glancing over to the corner of the room. This land is strange and he was unsure how friendly everyone else would be. He slowly walked over and began to put his armor back on. After reattaching each piece he slowly slid the helmet back on with a soft click and a squeak as the air is pushed out sealing shut. He then slowly looked at the other who was leaning against the doorway their tail swishing around as he approached them and walked through the door. \"Lead the way... Dork~\" He teased before glancing over at the car that was parked outside, it was shaped like some kind of jeep.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The Imp rolled his eyes at John's remark about his height* \"Most men around here are like 1,80+ meters, however it's rare for anyone to be much taller than 2 darn meters, youre like some kind of giant!\" *He scoffed while doing a few exaggerated waves with his arms. But he was glad to hear that the soldier seemed to agree with his plans of getting a nice meal. Remi tilted his head as master chief went back to put on his armor. He thought that wearing body armor like this might be a bit much but he understood that the other wouldn't wanna leave his special looking armor just somewhere completely unsupervised* \"Yes sir!\" *He'd reply while performing a little salute before leading the other over to the black jeep which was also unlocked. The Demon sat down on the driver's seat before buckling his belt and adjusting his mirrors. He took a quick glance at himself, fixing his messy looking hair a bit before properly moving the mirror into the right angle* \"Alright! Neo tilted here we go!\" *He smirked as he drove off the small parking lot and onto the main road, his arm would casually hang out of the opened car window as they drove through a few more rural and foresty looking areas, his glance occasionally shifted over to the now masked man beside him* \"Enjoying the view so far Chief?\" *Remi asked as they passed by loot lake where they could spot a few people fishing and relaxing at the big lake* \"Soon after Loot Lake we should enter Neo Tilted which is a neat little town with the best burger place around!\" *Sulk mentioned joyfully*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief followed the twink to the vehicle climbing into the passenger side making it groan under the weight of his armor. He then watched them adjust the mirrors before buckling their seatbelt. Master Chief did the same though he wasn't sure if it would actually prevent him from flying out or if it would just snap. The Chief sighed looking at the pretty terrain as they passed through some forests and then a large lake with a house in the middle on a tiny island. He noticed people casually fishing and watched them for a moment before he would glance back over to Remi. He examined their face as they seemingly were focused on driving \"Yeah. The view is nice.\" He spoke up before shifting his glance away from the imp again as they began to explain their next place of interest. \"Sounds nice... It's been a long time since I've really got to sit down and enjoy some real food compared to the slop back at the UNSC.\" He spoke with a chuckle as he could see the glowing lights of the city large holograms dancing above. It was interesting to say the least.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"Is that so? Then you'll love this place!\" *Remi exclaimed as they drove further into the big city. Throughout the entire place they could see all sorts of people and 'creatures' walking around and enjoying their time in the almost out of place looking futuristic city. Soon the two have reached their destination, a quite tall restaurant building with a big hologram of a burger floating on top of it. The Demon quickly exited the car before leading the armored soldier into the restaurant. The restaurant itself seemed a little busy despite it being quite early in the day. Sulk smiled as he looked around the restaurant to find a free spot for the two to sit down at and closer to the back of the building the Imp has spotted a free table* \"Quick, let's grab it before its gone! \" *He pointed at said table before quickly rushing over to it and sitting down on the red bench. He then grasped one of the menus before thinking about what kind of meal he would want to get as he looked though it* \"Have you ever been to a burger place before, chief?\" *He perked a brow at the other as he slowly lowered his menu for a moment. Judging by John's past he wouldn't be surprised if there wouldn't be any fun places around where they came from. Or maybe burger restaurants have died out in the far future or so the demon thought*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Chief examined the strange city as it had an almost futuristic feel. It seemed very out of place compared to the rest of the area they toured through. He also found the citizens strange, some seemed like normal humans, others were monsters, the occasional humanoid, and many other strange beings. They would park the vehicle and The Chief would follow their lead deciding to stick with Remi as he wasn't sure how the society here may differ to his own. They made their way into the strange burger house and he followed the imp boy towards a small booth. He sat on the red bench which squeaked from the weight of his suit. He looked at the menus grabbing one and begins to scan through the options. \"No... I've never had the chance to go to a place like this... I'm not sure what to get.\" He hummed quietly as he looked over the few pages. \"Perhaps a number one? Plain cheeseburger and fries?\" He asked them with a questioning tone almost unsure if that was a good choice.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The Imp watched as master chief squeezed through the relatively tight gap between the dining table and bench before they finally sat down and grasped one of the menus aswell. He nodded after hearing their unsure sounding choice of getting the number one menu* \"Mhm! Can't go wrong with a classic cheeseburger and fries, I might even take it aswell\" *Remi replied with a hum before putting his menu aside and tapping his fingers onto the table in front of them while they waited for their waiter to arrive* \"But it's crazy that you never had the chance to just go out and eat like that- I pretty much do this at least once a week since I'm not a big fan of cooking myself\" *He chuckled and leaned his back against the soft bench. Shortly afterwards their waiter arrived. A rather odd looking guy dressed up as the mascot of this restaurant which was a burger head with two big googly eyes that was sticking out its tongue* \"Hello, Hello! What can I get for ya?\" *The waiter greeted the two, his head looking over to both of them with a nod before he lifted up his notebook and pencil to write down their order* \"Yeah could we get two number 1's please?\" *Remi went ahead to order for the two of them to which the waiter quickly wrote a note down onto his paper* \"That's it?\" *They asked to which The Imp took a quick glance over to John before nodding over to the waiter* \"Yup, that's it for now\" *And with that the waiter quickly moved on, leaving them enough time to have a little chatter as they waited for their food to arrive*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief would nod his head smiling behind his helmet as they responded to him reassuring that the choice he made was in fact a good one. He then listened to them speak a bit more about the pleasantries of going out to eat. \"I suppose in a world without constant war this would be more likely, perhaps the people back home on Earth get to do this. But me? I wouldn't have dreamed of it. I always thought I'd most likely die on some battlefield never getting to experience life as a normal person. So I thank you for the opportunity to experience this.\" He finished as a waiter appeared glancing at them and their strange... Costume? He would look over to Remi silently hoping they'd step in and luckily they did. He relaxed as they ordered for them both making the chief tap his fingers against the tabletop as the imp also got a number one. \"I find this world so strange and colorful yet... Alluring. It feels nice to be able to relax I suppose. So then, Mr. Not Terrible at the Royale, what kind of skills do you have? What weapons are you good with?\" He asked them seemingly ready to plot ahead for their upcoming battle.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"Honestly, your... Reality... Universe.. Whatever sounds pretty dystopian to me. Endless wars and no time to relax, why would you keep going if there won't be an end to these fights anyway?\" *Remi rambled as he aimlessly looked around the restaurants interior before they've got interrupted by the waiter. He then frowned at chief who passively made fun of his battle skills* \"I'm not that bad! I'm actually pretty alright with the AR, oh and I can snipe too! But I can also get into close combats using shotguns'n such... But I usually try to avoid those... And I'm pretty sneaky~\" *He crossed his arms as he talked about his overall battle skills* \"See, you rush in to cause some big damage and i'll make sure to cover your back, eh?\" *He suggested, a grin formed on his face as he waited for chief's opinion on his seemingly flawless plan only to be interrupted by waiter once again who brought them their food before quickly disappearing once again*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*\"A better tomorrow for the next Generation I suppose. Give them what was taken from us.\" Was his reply before the server came by for their order. Chief would then listen politely though his smug smirk was hidden beneath his helmet as the imp feigned offense from his teasing remark. He then listened to their skill set and nodded. \"Sniping and sneaky can be useful. Anything in my hands can be a weapon. Though I definitely would prefer an AR or Shotgun...\" He would tilt his head down to look at the imp as they made a suggestion. \"I suppose that could work though we'll still need to work as a team and be tactical if we are to successfully win this... Game.\" The soldier watched as the waiter appeared again and set their food down before leaving. He slowly grabbed at his helmet listening to the air shoot out as the seal was broken and he pulled it off. He set it down on the bench next to him the smell of the food making his mouth salivate. He cautiously grabbed at the burger unsure exactly how to hold it before bringing it up to his lips and taking a bite. He closed his eyes and hummed as he enjoyed the taste of the cheeseburger appreciating this moment with his friend in a pleased silence.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"I doubt that *Anything* Could be used as a weapon in your hands but the thought of it is quite funny~\" *The Slim Demon cackled at his own innuendo but then got distracted by his meal for a moment. He took a bite off of his steaming warm burger, enjoying the crunchy yet cheesy taste as he chewed on it before getting back on topic* \"Sure, Sure I won't let you down mister chief!\" *He replied using a teasingly strict tone before munching on some of his fries as he curiously watched them take off their helmet before they cautiously inspected their meal* \"Who knows if you'll actually need my help at all... Ofcourse I'll try to be as helpful as possible but judging by your combat skills you'll probably make quick work out of most players\" *The Demon shrugged with closed eyes, not being too bothered at all by it but at the same time he wouldn't want to be useless for their new combat partner*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief raised a brow at the other. \"I wouldn't even need anything to take you down~\" He replied back in his gravelly almost monotone voice, though there was a hint of flirting there. He would take another bite of the burger chewing as he listened carefully to what the other had to say. He swallowed his food before deciding to speak \"I'm sure you'll be of great use. Even the best soldiers need backup and I'm sure you'll do us both proud.\" He replied. He would then take a few fries popping them into his mouth finding the crunchy and salty fries quite good. \"I must say I enjoy this food. It tastes pretty damn good.\" He admired before taking another bite of the burger while glancing at the small television in the corner of the restaurant which flashed with a small alert saying the battle royale would begin in 1 hour.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The Demon huffed embarrassed at chief's counter innuendo* \"Pffft- yeah cause you're like twice my hight and wear some sort of power armor!-\" *The Imp tried to defend himself despite knowing that they were probably hinting at something different than actual fighting* \"Yeah, I suppose you're right...\" *Sulk shrugged while nibbling on his fries, hoping that he wouldn't disappoint the experienced soldier during the battle Royale* \"I told ya this place is amazing!\" *He then smirked happily before noticing the familiar sound of the alert aswell. He looked over his shoulder, eyeing the screen behind him which would announce the soon upcoming battle Royale* \"Oh! If we're quick enough then we'll still be able to enter the battle Royale! Only the first 100 participants are allowed to join but they still seem to have a few spots open!\" *Remi took a last big bite off of his burger as he got up from his seat, almost wanting to bolt out of the building until he remembered that John might want to finish their food instead plus they still weren't 100% recovered from their harsh landing the day before* \"Uhm, unless you aren't feeling we'll enough just yet or so... There's always another battle Royale\" *The Demon said as he looked over at John and slowly inched back to his seat in case the other wouldn't want to go*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Chief just had a bit of a smug look on his face as he watched the imp try to defend themselves before ultimately giving up. The soldier continued to eat in peace while the twink seemed to have noticed the alert and quite excitedly finished their food. He listens while they were exclaiming that there was still time to sign up for today's Royale. Although he still wasn't exactly in tip top shape he could tell the other was more than eager so he nodded taking the last bite of his burger before standing and placing his helmet on his head with a soft click. \"Let's go kick some ass\" He said before exiting the restaurant and moving over towards the vehicle so that Remi could drive them to the sign up area.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*Sulk grinned excitedly when he saw that chief agreed to joining today's battle Royale. He threw some cash onto the table, paying for both of them before running out of the restaurant. Sulk then quickly hopped into his jeep, waiting for John to get seated aswell before he drove towards the big booth which was luckly located within the big city that they were already in. Once they've reached some kind of air port looking building the Demon stopped the car* \"That's it, I bet there's a line of people already!\" *He exclaimed before he rushed out of the car and right into said building. As expected there was already a line of people in front of the booth to sign in for the competition. The Demon lost no time to get to the end of the line as more people followed after them* \"Oh well... Let's hope we are not too late\" *He sighed while leaning to the side to look at how long the line in front of them is. There were probably around 30 people in front of them but at least the registration didn't seem to take too long for most people*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief hopped into the jeep once it was open before they would whip out of the parking lot and begin to drive through the large city as they made their way to the edge where a large building with a small landing and takeoff strip stood. They would pull into the parking lot and he followed closely behind the imp as they ran into the building where a line stood. Master Chief silently eyes the competition seeing strange anthropomorphic animals, robots, and other... Things. Time would pass as the line slowly drew them closer and closer until finally they were at the front. A man in a brown bomber jacket and yellow ski mask would wave. \"Congratulations you guys you are our 50th and final duo to sign up. Can I get your names?\" Master Chief waited for Remi to go first making sure he wouldn't have to add anything before simply stating \"Master Chief\" They would then receive a small slip and would be guided through a door while the disappointed mumbling could be heard from behind of those who didn't make it in. They would be led to a large blue bus that had thrusters and a balloon? He found the sight strange but simply followed Remi onto the bus where they would take their seats together on the bench. After about 5 minutes the bus would kick on and would begin its flight to one of the large islands \"So um... Where are we supposed to be landing?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The demon cheered silently when he heard that they were the last ones to join the battle Royale before looking over his shoulder and teasingly sticking out his tongue at all the other participants behind them who didn't make it* \"Just sign me up as Remi\" *The Imp said while leaning his arm against the desk and snatching one of the free maps of today's island which he then put into his pocket before moving on to the boarding area* \"Man, I can't believe we were the last ones to make it!\" *He winked at the tall soldier while gently poking his elbow into chief's armored side before finally entering the battlebus. Many of the already seated players looked over at them before going back to doing whatever they did before. The driver handed them a small metallic GPS chip that they attached to themselves and which would bring them back to their home island in case they would lose... Or win. Along with that the two would get a deployable glider before they headed over to the last free seats. The demon unfolded his map and inspected it for a moment before pointing his finger onto a decent point of interest* \"How about we land in tomato town? There's lots of loot and many places too hide at but we'll probably face many other players there\" *He sugguested unsurely since it would be somewhat of a risky starting point*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*John took the strange looking umbrella and the gps chip attaching it to his chest. Before they took their seats. He watched the demon slowly unfold a map and begin to scan the area looking for a good spot for the duo to land. They finally would point at a place which was supposedly dubbed tomato town. \"Sure, sounds like a plan Remi, let's go wipe out tomato town.\" He replied as the bus began to fly and after a few minutes people began to run out of the front door while waving at the bus driver. He found it strange but when he felt the eager imp pressing into his side he didn't wait and quickly stood up before running down the aisle and with a small salute he too jumped out of the bus. He was diving head first to the ground the bright greens of woodlands and fields clashing with the yellow deserts and white tundras. He would slowly tilt himself side to side as he followed the imp towards a small city with a large tomato restaurant. He would press a small button on the side of the metal umbrella and it would shoot open allowing him to glide safely around before he landed on one of the roofs of the neighboring houses. He hit it with a thud before grabbing the pickaxe he was handed and began to destroy the roof. Once it came down he noticed a chest and opened it. Inside was a scar with a strange green glow and some ammo. That's when he heard someone land on the roof above him. He watched them jump down seemingly not expecting him to still be there. They seemed to be some anthropomorphic goldfish. The poor sap wouldn't last all but two more seconds as the Chief raised the weapon and quickly fired multiple rounds until they dropped to the ground and vanished with a blue flash. He would hear more gunfire and worry for his little imp friend so with no haste he would crash through a window landing on the ground with a thud as he noticed the male taking fire as they hid behind a car.*\n\n*Master Chief wasted no time jumping onto the car before blasting away at their attacker putting multiple shots into some random green haired woman who would also vanish with a blue flash. \"Remi, are you okay?\" He asked his deep voice filled with... Worry? Even he wasn't too sure.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The Demon nodded at chief while folding his map and putting it away once again. He then headed towards the exit within the battlebus before turning around and flipping the remaining participants off while having a smuggy smirk on his face before jumping backwards out of the battlebus. The blue Demon made his way towards tomato town while occasionally looking over at master chief who followed close behind him. Once they've got closer to the ground sulk deployed his own glider. He noticed something shining on top of the restaurant within tomato town and therefore decided to land on the roof of said building, hoping that there would be a neat AR or Sniper waiting for him, however luck wasn't on his side and instead he got a shitty grey pistol aswell as three small slurp juices* \"Fucking amazing...\" *He mumbled to himself as he looked at his newly acquired loot, popping open one of the slurps and chugging it down. Suddenly someone seemed to join him on top of the building, a green haired women who apparently remembered him flipping everyone off and took it a little too personally. She pointed her AR right at him before starting to shoot at the blue Imp. The terrified Demon blasted a few shots back at the lady however his grey pistol would barely deal any damage. He decided it would be the best to find some cover instead and thus decided to take the risk of jumping off the building while looking around in hope to spot his duo partner somewhere near by. His opponent managed to blast through his shields as he landed on the ground. Sulk gasped in pain from the harsh landing before looking around to find a decent spot to get some cover. Close to him he would spot a car and waste no time to rush towards it and hiding at the other side of it* \"Shit, Shit, Shit-\" *The Demon cursed frustrated at himself while trying to reload his pistol though suddenly he heard a loud crashing noise which shook the*\n\n*Entire car followed by a few gunshots before the blue flash of a defeated player appeared from behind the car. He looked up, his eyes spotting the tall green soldier who made quick work of his opponent* \"Oh my hero in shining armor!\" *He teased, relieved to see his duo partner and tossed one of his remaining slurps over at the other* \"Sadly I haven't gotten much else just yet... Quite the unlucky start for me, heh...\" *He pointed at his shitty pistol and last slurp while chuckling nervously, knowing that his maneuver could have quickly ended their first match* \"We should find some more loot before this place is completely raided\" *Sulk then added while pointing at one of the near by buildings as more shots could be heard in the background from other players fighting eachother*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Chief smirked behind his helmet as he heard the teasing voice of his compatriot. \"We're not out of the distress just yet my little damsel~\" He replied before catching the strange bottle. He would quickly pop the lid off the bottle and pour the blue liquid onto his armor while the other showed off their pistol. The liquid would vanish and he felt a small over shield surround him. A blue 25 appearing on his hud of his visor. Chief would nod his head as they talked about raiding another group of houses. \"Follow my lead then soldier.\" He replied before they would begin to sprint across the street and towards the homes slamming the door open. The pair would head upstairs where a glowing blue chest stood. Master Chief would aim his weapon towards the door as the imp would open the chest showing off the loot. A glowing purple sniper, a blue shotgun, a Medkit, and a keg? He found it confusing how that would help until the demon threw it on the ground watching it open and gush out the blue liquid coating them both more in the shield. John-117 watched the blue 25 slowly raise up to 100 as he asked the other to toss him the shotgun. They would oblige him tossing the strange red auto shotgun into his hands. They would then jump through the window and run into the next home where the pair would open a few ammo boxes and another chest where the imp would get an Aug. As they left the building a sniper shot would hit the wall next to them. \"Cover me.\" He would shout at the imp as he began to run down the street ducking behind cover every now and again. Their assailants were a woman in a suit of blue knight armor as well as another strange hamburger masket but this one was also wearing knight's armor. The blue knight would retreat a bit seemingly climbing onto the roof of a gas station pulling out her sniper as she began to look for a clean shot on the super soldier.*\n\n*Meanwhile the burger knight had switched to an smg and began to light up the car the Chief was currently hiding behind. He would pull out his recently acquired shotgun and would jump out firing shell after shell. While they began to blast at him with the smg. He watched his shields drop down to 32 as he landed another shot forcing the burger to his hands and knees. He would begin to reload while the blue knight had put him into her sights. \"Gotcha~\" She whispered ready to pull the trigger. A sniper shot would ring out, however it was not her who pulled the trigger and within an instant her and the burger knight would vanish leaving only a pile of loot. Chief would turn and nod his head \"Good work.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"Oh hush-\" *He waved his hand at chief before rushing over to the next building, entering the house after the other while cautiously looking around. He noticed the blue chest, his eyes widening at the rare sight before he would quickly walk over to open it while master chief watched out for other players. The Demon grinned as he spotted the epic Sniper within the chest before taking the rest of the loot aswell and tossing the keg to the ground in order to fill their shields up. Sulk nodded at chief's request and tossed the shotgun over to the soldier before they bolted out of the building and headed right into the next house to gear themselves further up. Satisfied with his aug and extra ammo the two headed outside once more only to be greeted by another enemy team. Remi flinched as the Sniper bullet blasted into the concrete wall right next to his head* \"Aye, Aye, chief!\" *He replied as he stood further behind some rocks to look out for the enemy Sniper, seeing that the other didn't have much trouble with eliminating the other player close to them. Using his own Sniper visor he spotted the flashing light of the enemies Sniper who seemed to be targeting master chief. The Imp lost no time and quickly began to aim at the knight on top of the gas station while trying to stay calm. Sulk took a quick deep breath before finally pulling the trigger, the loud shot from his Sniper echoed through the entire town as he watched the blue light appear on top of the enemy player* \"Headshot~\" *He mumbled proudly to himself while blowing the smoke away that came out of the muzzle of his Sniper* \"Thanks John, at least now we're even\" *The Imp smirked as he caught up to the other while reloading his weapon* \"Alright, let's head out of here before the storm is coming\" *The Demon mentioned while pointing over to another vehicle that they could use to get out of the ever shrinking zone. The Imp lost no time running over to said red sports car, taking a seat and starting the*\n\n*Engine with a simple push of a button before driving with full speed out of the town. In the back they could already hear the deadly storm roaring as it swallowed more parts of the map behind them. The Demon decided to head off road passing by some grassy highlands before it suddenly began to snow* \"Well that looks like there would be some decent loot\" *Sulk mentioned as they drove towards some kind of outpost seemingly in the middle of nowhere. He stopped his car in front of the outpost, deciding it would be safer to travel further on foot* \"Watch out, this place looks pretty sus\" *Remi mumbled as they approached some kind of capture point in the middle of the outpost*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief would take a mini dumping it on himself to bring him back up to 50 shield. He'd then grab the blue smg before he quirked a brow though the imp wouldn't see that as they mentioned the storm. \"Storm?\" He questioned before glancing in an opposite direction where a dark purple haze began to inch closer with strange lightning and rain. \"Alright. Sounds good.\" He murmured as he followed them over to a sports car climbing in the passenger seat. The suspension groaned under his weight as he based out the passenger side window in case they would need to fire at some more hostiles. This so called storm was moving in ever closer worrying the soldier before the imp would kick the car into drive and bean to steer them away closer to the inner island. They swerved off road as they drove through some peaceful grasslands for a few minutes. The competitor number occasionally lowering on his hud as more duos would be defeated. The air began to grow colder as snow began falling as they continued to drive. They would go over one hill and suddenly they were in some large icy snowy biome. It was strange the chief thought to himself but decided not to mention it as he simply nods his head as they mention heading to the outpost. They would park a little bit outside of the facility before they would continue on foot. A small plaque was on the side with the name Brutal Bastion on it. They would walk through the entryway where a small flagpole sat. Suddenly shots would ring out making the soldier look up. He pulled out his newly acquired smg and began to run across the small open area. He would jump mantling onto the bridge. There he saw a duo seemingly taking on the boss of the area as they had a name above their head and a few foot soldiers. He watched them as the duo of an ice cream man and a girl in a woolly mammoth would defeat the boss. They dropped a golden golden smg and a keycard of some sort. He glanced over as Remi joined him on the bridge.*\n\n*\"You take the girl... I'll take the dessert.\" He would sprint forward grabbing a purple grenade from the floor as he watched the demon raise their aug and began to fire at the mammoth. Meanwhile Chief would throw the grenade at the feet of the ice cream male who looked down before looking back up. The impulse grenade would explode launching them backwards into the air off the side of the icy cliff to their apparent death. The mammoth would try to fire back at the imp but with the super soldier also firing now from another side she would last only a few seconds before vanishing with a blue flash. Chief would drop his blue smg and pick up the golden one. He also would grab the keycard and the large blue pot she carried to refill his shields to 100. He would join his partner back on the bridge handing them the keycard. \"What can we do with this?\" He asked them with a tilt of his head.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The demon simply pointed behind the soldier as they wondered about the storm before they headed over to the outpost. There he would follow chief cautiously further inside the outpost while keeping his aug tightly in his hands. Remis hands shook a little from the sudden icy cold weather, his quick breaths becoming visible as he scanned his surroundings until they heard sudden shots coming from right in front of them. The Demon tried to catch up to John who quickly joined the fight between two players and some sort of mafia boss* \"Oh with pleasure~\" *Remi winked at chief while doing the ok sign when master chief commanded him to fight the mammoth girl. Sulk kept his distance as he aimed at the enemy player, dealing quite a decent amount of damage despite his shaky hands though the girl managed to bring his shields down to 45 before John finished the fight. The Imp watched how John picked up the dropped loot from the boss before walking up to him* \"Let me show you\" *He smiled up at his teammate while snatching the keycard out of their hand, giving chief a quick nod before heading down a hallway right below the bridge. The Imp stayed cautious, however it seemed like the other duo has killed most of the other enemies that were usually roaming around the outpost. At the end of the hallway would be a locked metal door with a card scanner beside it. The Demon lost no time and swiftly held the card in front of the scanner which then began to beep before glowing green and slowly opening. Behind said door was some kind of treasure room which was filled with gold bars, chests and ammo* \"Hehe, jackpot~\" *The Imps eyes flashed with glee as he spotted the gold bars, he snatched a few of them, putting a few bars in the big pockets of his pants before eying a golden Sniper. The Demon put his old Sniper aside, replacing it with the new golden one before refilling most of his shields with the help of a half pot* \"Ready to move on Johnny?\" *Sulk smirked over at*\n\n*Chief while wiping his mouth clean from the drink before giving the other a light pat on his back as he headed out of the room in order to travel further to the center of the island*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Chief sighed as they snatched the card from him. He found the demon boy fascinating, they were just so different... So unorthodox... So brash yet alluring... He would shake his head deciding his mind had wandered enough as he realized the demon was walking away. He quickly moved his legs chasing after them soon catching up when they arrived towards the end of a hallway where a large metal door stood. He watched them hold the card in front of the scanner where a light would shoot out as it read the information. After a couple seconds the light turned green and a small alarm would sound off as the door began to open. Master Chief was a bit on edge hoping the loud sound wouldn't give their position away as he held onto his auto shotgun. Once the door opened the pair would walk into the vault there were a couple chests, plenty of gold bars, a couple ammo boxes and a golden sniper sitting on a table. The chief would end up grabbing the one Remi disregarded and would upgrade his green assault rifle to a blue one. As well. He was now holding four different types of weapons and would also decide to grab a couple of half pots. He would then split the ammo with the bratty blue imp handing them his blue smg as he now had the legendary. \"Protection for up close...\" He murmured as he watched them stuff their pockets with the heavy gold bars. The imp seemed to be satisfied with their loot and would soon refill their shields, eager to leave as they pat his back on the way out. Chief would gently pull at their tail pulling them closer. He looked down at them as he gently raised his hand and wiped away a bit of the strange blue liquid away from the corner of their mouth. \"There we go~ can't have you going into battle looking like a mess~\" He teased before they would leave the vault. He would wait for Remi to glance at their map to point out their next targeted location. The player count had dropped drastically as well only 18 other people meaning that they had made it to the top 10!*\n\n*His thoughts would be interrupted as the sounds of the coming storm would alert him the crashes of lightning as the large purple wall inched closer made him nervous until the blue imp pointed out a jeep. John climbed into the passenger side as Remi hopped in the driver and began to hit the gas taking them to their next location and hopefully one step closer to winning this thing.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"Gotcha...\" He looked down at the smg chief has handed over to him along with some extra ammo before going back to filling his pockets with gold and drinking his half pot. The Imp yelped surprised while stumbling a few steps back as the other suddenly pulled at his tail* \"What the-\" *He complained as he glared up at the taller male behind him before abruptly becoming silent when chief wiped his face clean. The Imps face burned with blush and John's teasing comment only made it worse* \"Perhaps im into looking like a mess-...\" *He pouted before hiding his face with the map as they walked out of the now raided outpost* \"Let's head to tilted towers... That's usually a Hotspot for players\" *He mumbled before looking up from his map and eying a jeep at the corner of his eyes* \"Seems like there is our ride\" *He pointed over at the car while sprinting towards it as the area behind them became darker from the storm. The Imp quickly hopped inside, the car squeaking under the weight of his duo partner who joined him into the car. The jeeps wheels smoked as he pushed down the gas pedal, making their way towards the big town. Remi decided to turn on the radio to lighten the mood since they still had to drive a few miles before they would reach their destination. On their way the player count quickly went down to 16, then 14, then 12 remaining players* \"Watch out for snipers lurking within buildings aswell as campers\" *He mentioned as he brought the jeep to a stop. Sulk made sure that all of his weapons were reloaded before he sneakily walked towards the town, slowly moving the aug he held in his hands from side to side before suddenly stopping once he heard foot steps which seemed to be slowly approaching them. The Demon raised his hand, silently notifying John to prepare for an attack*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*John heard their mumbled reply and bit at his bottom lip. Although he decided against saying something cheeky in return to the imp he would mentally note their words. He would simply nod his head as the other pointed to a new location on their map more towards the center and back into the grasslands near a large lake. \"Sounds Good.\" He replied before they would begin the longer drive leaving the raging purple storm behind. Master Chief was reloading his weapons when the imp switched on the radio. A woman began to sing something about her romance being bad or something. Although the beat was catchy he wasn't really listening to it focusing instead on the sight of the large city that was growing ever closer. The player count continued to drop as they slowly pulled up to the large town nodding at their warning. They stepped out of the jeep as the player count dropped to 10 meaning they made it to the top ten duos. He would crotch and follow the imp in an alley when they heard the footsteps master Chief focusing on the sound as he would point at the building on their left. \"You go around the back and I'll hit it from the front... Be safe\" With a nod. They would slowly split up sneakily walking into the 2 story home. Chief kept the shotgun in his hands as he slowly peaked around a corner where a duo of moths stood. One was in a green armored suit with glowing yellow eyes and the other wore a purple and blue coat with a white mask. However before he would strike Remi would jump out using their smg they began to fire catching the moth's off guard. He managed to do some damage even downing the white masked moth. However taking their combined fire power had broken their shields and forced the imp to their hands and knees. They would switch to a shotgun and would be ready to finish the imp however Master Chief would jump out using his smg and would light them up from the side.*\n\n*They would fire a few shots destroying his shields before the moth commando would go down and both vanished with a blue flash. The player count dropped to 8 as Master Chief would slowly approach the downed imp. He slowly began to rub at the small imp's shoulders helping them up. \"I may have lost Cortana... But I will not lose you...\" He grumbled as they stood up. The soldier hugged the smaller male close happy that he didn't lose his companion. After a few moments he would release them blushing behind his helmet as he dropped a medkit next to them. He then noticed a blue bottle in their drooped loot, he slowly grabbed a strange champagne bottle and gave it a shake. The blue liquid began to shoot out coating both of the males as it slowly replenished both of their shields. \"That was close... Too close.\" He muttered before the pair would slowly exit the house the soldier working to reload his weapons when the sound of gunfire caught his attention from across the town. He turned and nodded his head at the imp. \"Let's go wipe both those groups out!\" He said in an eager voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"Sure, I'm used to taking the back entrance anyway~\" *The said in a whispered tone before sneaking around the corner to enter the building via the fire exit. He decided to switch into his smg, expecting to get into a close combat at any moment. As he entered further into the building the Demon spotted the two moths who seemed to have heard the chief's footsteps as he approached then from the other side. The two enemy players prepared their weapons, slowly heading to the front entrance to surprise his duo partner, however remi decided to stop them from surprising John by jumping out of his cover* \"Over here critters!\" *He shouted while smirking as he shot his entire load of ammo into the white masked enemy player and thus forcing them onto their knees. However both of them made quick work of his shield, bringing him down to his last few health points as he aimed over at the armored moth.* ***Click, click, click*** *Were the last sounds the Imp heard coming from his empty weapon before he fell onto his hands and knees while groaning in pain. Sulk glanced up at the enemy as they aimed their shotgun right at his face. He closed his eyes as he waited for the final shot that would Teleport him back to the island before a sudden bright flash appeared in front of his eyes. It wasn't his own beam but instead that of the enemy who got finished by master chief who lost no time to help him back onto his feet* \"Nrgh... Thanks chief... Im sorry-\" *The Demon groaned as he slowly got up from the ground before suddenly being dragged into a tight hug* \"Dont worry, you won't get rid of me that easily Johnny\" *Remi replied smirking while lightly patting the others back. He then grabbed the health pack, bringing his HP back to 100 as he wrapped the bandages around his arms and chest before shaking his head as he got covered by the blue shield liquid which brought him back to full health* \"Hey it could have been worse you know?\" *He replied playfully while shrugging as they headed*\n\n*Out of the building, reloading his own weapon before looking over at the direction from where the shots came* \"Alright, let's finish this!\" *The Imp replied eagerly before they both rushed towards the ongoing battle between a team of anthropomorphic cats and a humanoid banana and... Jonesy! The Demon swiftly slid down the hill in front of him while switching to his aug. Using his visor remi aimed at the familiar looking goth cat, shooting at her from behind as he slid closer towards her. She soon dropped to the ground and glared up at remi who simply smirked back down at her* \"Sorry meowskulls, I hope that didn't destroy our plans of having our band session this Friday\" *He teased before noticing the big buff cat that charged right at him with a shot gun. He seemed quite angry at the Imp for downing his duo partner and even worse was that chief seemed to be caught in a fight between him and the banana*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*All of the imps innuendos were definitely not going unnoticed, flustering the super soldier. He wouldn't They were gonna have to discuss this bit of... Tension that was growing between them. Skipping to the future a bit Chief smiled as the other male apologized and said they wouldn't be gotten rid of that easily. \"I will not. Fail. You.\" He replied in a stoic voice as they slowly broke apart and the demon would lead the way out of the brick building. They would reload their smg before shouting let's finish this as the player count dropped to 6. The cars were currently both firing at the banana who was taking cover. The imp ran towards the goth feline who was a bit further back while Master Chief ran around to flank the strange anthropomorphic banana. They seemed to noticed him and fired a grenade launcher at him blowing up around the area he was at and damaging his shields a bit. He ducked for cover behind a car and began to fire a few shots from his green assault rifle. He still had an impulse and and an idea formed in his head he ran backwards before tossing the impulse grenade at the vehicle and with the explosion it flew into the air the banana lowering his weapon his mouth agape as the car slammed into him crushing him and he would vanish with a blue flash. Chief stood up just in time to noticed a sniper glint before a shot fired but rather than hitting him it would hit the back of the head of the buffalo cat that was charging towards his teammate. Master Chief took this chance to run snatching the Imp up carrying him with one hand wrapped around their hips as they took cover behind a small brick wall. It was between them and Jonesy... He then heard them shout \"You guys are doing pretty well... I could use soldiers like y'all. No matter how this goes, I'd like you two to meet me at the taco Restaurant in Greasy Grove.*\n\n*Master Chief noticed that the last man was currently standing on the top of a gas station as another sniper round hit the wall barely missing his head. \"Remi, aim at the gas pumps!\" He shouted before jumping over the wall with his shotgun out firing multiple shells into the right pump while the imp's aug fired into the left. It only took a couple of seconds Jonesy realizing in that moment he had lost as the gas station shook with a fiery explosion blowing the soldier back before a loud celebratory music sounded out and the pair were covered in a gold light as crowns appeared to float above their head. He looked over at Remi who was doing some strange dance before the pair would be teleported back to the main office but in a smaller room where their award waited for them. A man in a black jacket and white fox mask was there to greet them. \"Congratulations you two! A couple of first time winners! It's pretty rare for someone other than Jonesy to win!\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The Imp nodded determined over at his duo who replied that they wouldn't fail him. Following back to their current fight the Imp's eyes widened as the big muscle cat charged right at him, dealing quite a bit of damage with their first body shot they fired at remi mid sprint. The Demon quickly equipped his smg while stumbling to the ground as he tried to back off, his enemy only being a few meters away and ready to shoot before they suddenly disappeared as a loud shot echoed through their surroundings. The Demon sighed relieved before suddenly being picked up by master chief. He yelped surprised, looking up at his duo with a light blush who dragged him out of the open field and over to the brick wall. Sulk then looked over at chief as they heard about jonesys invitation* \"You heard that? Seems like you just went a step closer to getting back home\" *Remi cheered for his friend before flinching as another shot went into the weak brick wall which was about to collapse. The Demon followed master chiefs command and quickly climbed over the wall before firing his mag into the left gas pump which quickly caught on fire. It wouldn't take long until the entire gas station bursted into flames, the explosion eliminating their last target which lead to their victory* \"We did it? We did it John!\" *Sulk exclaimed as he looked up at his crown before doing the default dance™ while having a wide grin on his face. The Imp looked confused around the office room in which they got teleported before eying the stranger who congratulated them for their victory* \"Pfft- Yeah that mach was no big deal for me and chief over here\" *Remi replied proudly with a puffed out chest while wrapping his arm around chief's back* \"So now tell us what our reward is!-\" *The impatient Demon leaned his hands onto their desk as he looked over to the masked stranger who simply lifted up a big black suitcase and placed it onto the desk before slowly opening it in front of the two, revealing that it was*\n\n*Filled with v-bucks. Remis eyes practically sparkled with joy as he eyed the money and quickly got hold of the suitcase before grasping the strangers hand and shaking it* \"It was a pleasure to meet you sir but we should be heading back home now\" *The Demon said satisfied only to be stopped by the stranger* \"Hold on. As a reward you two also earned a free coupon for a restaurant of your choice\" *They added while holding the coupons right in front of remis face to which the Demon simply stared surprised at said coupons while leaning back from their hand which was a little too close to his face for his liking* \"Wow thanks...\" *He mumbled unimpressed and grasped the tickets before turning around* \"Alright then let's head out of here Johnny boy!\""
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief glanced over and down at the demonic boy as they tried to boast over how easy the match was finding them silly before glancing back at the masked man. \"Riiiiight\" They replied before setting a suitcase on the desk as the imp leaned closer to get a good look. The masked man would open it showing off that it was filled with a strange currency. Master Chief watched the little goblin of a teammate greedily snatch the suitcase their eye's shining with joy as they hugged it close. Remi shook his hand and was ready to book it before they stopped him showing off the tickets to a free meal. Chief continued to stand silently as he watched the imp take them before turning back and exiting the room. Chief would glance at the Fox man and give him a salute. \"It's been an honor sir.\" He stated before turning and following his companion as he could hear them whining to hurry up. He followed them through the office building as they exited the facility and walked back to the imp's vehicle. \"I suppose we can use those coupons tomorrow when we go to meet Jonesy.\" He said as he got into the car and waited for the demon to start the engine. They would begin to drive down the road seemingly heading back to their beach bungalow when the imp asked if they could stop at the store and stock up on some groceries. Master Chief simply nods his mind currently busy as he was in a mental tug of war. Today he had fun. It was challenging, but fun. This place was strange and exciting... Remi was strange yet exciting. But he really couldn't leave his life behind in the future? Humanity needed him... Needed to be saved... He would sigh trying to take his mind off of it as they pulled in the parking lot of the store. He got out of the car and grabbed a shopping cart deciding to follow the imp as they walked around the store. He watched them place items into the cart all with colorful looking foods and packaging. Growing up on MRE's he wasn't too sure what would be good or not.*\n\n*He was tired and was honestly looking forward to a cold shower and laying down. Maybe he could sleep in the bed tonight... Maybe Remi would cuddle with him again? He looked over at the imp who was swaying their body to some silent song that they hummed along too. Chief smiled behind his helmet finding them cute and would gently stick a hand in their hair ruffling it up. After a few more minutes of shopping they would move to the register and check out. A robot with a familiar looking calico cat head would bag their groceries before waving them off when they paid. Chief would place their groceries into the back of their vehicle packing them away as Remi took the cart back. Afterwards they got back into the vehicle and would begin the drive back to their bungalow. \"Thanks for all your help Remi... Your kindness inspires me.\" He mumbled out feeling shy for some reason. He wanted to know why this brat had such an effect on him...*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"Man, I can't believe we actually won!\" *Sulk kept cheering as they made their way out of the building and over to his jeep. Once there he would place the suitcase onto the seat behind him before starting his car* \"That sounds like a good plan! We'll have to make sure to arrive at that place extra hungry so we'll make the most use out of those free coupons\" *He explained as a wide victorious grin was still plastered onto his face. He then began to drive out of the big city and over to a more rural area of the island, passing by a few single houses before entering another much smaller town* \"Hey you think we could buy some groceries before we head home now that we actually got some cash to spend?\" *The Demon pleaded the obviously tired soldier who seemed to give in and agree on remis plan. He would stop in front of a store within that town and grab his suitcase before walking into the store. The Demon eyed almost every item within the building now that he knew he could actually afford anything he wanted however he didn't feel like carrying everything over to his small bungalow so he decided to just get the more necessary groceries instead... To some extent. Remi grabbed his suitcase by using his tail in order to have two free hands. He then went over to the snack isle and stuffed both of his arms with all kinds of different chips flavors aswell as some other sweets before deciding to waddle over to the vegetable isle in order to get something a little more health aswell. As the two made their way down the isle the Demon thought about the song they've heard in the car during their match and quietly hummed it while dancing along to the rhythm until chief suddenly stroked his head* \"The Imp groaned and stuck his tongue out at chief before grasping a few veggies aswell as some instant meals* \"Hey, if you see anything interesting just put it into the cart, there's no need to hold yourself back\" *Sulk mentioned as he glanced back at his friend who*\n\n*Obediently followed the Imp. Once Sulk was satisfied with their groceries the two headed over to the check out where the cat robot would scan their items. He would open his suitcase and pay for their stuff before heading back to the car and putting the suitcase back onto the backseat before bringing back the shopping cart while john put their bags filled with goods into the car. Afterwards the Demon drove back towards the beach area which was only a few minutes away from the town. After he parked his jeep the two would carry their stuff inside his bungalow, although the Demon would only put the things that needed to stay cooled into the fridge, leaving the rest in the bags as he felt too tired and lazy to do the rest. He made sure to hide the suitcase under his bed before walking over to the living room and dropping onto the couch with a loud sigh* \"Ngh... I feel like never moving an inch ever again\" *The Demon mumbled as he closed his eyes for a moment* \"If you wanna eat something or shower or so just go ahead, make yourself at home\" *He added while reaching over for the remote which laid onto the table in front of him and turning on the TV*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief didn't end up grabbing any food as he wasn't too sure what to get feeling overwhelmed. However he did throw in the cart a couple of T-shirts, a pair of shorts, and a pair of gym shorts. Just so he had some clothes to wear. Remi hadn't seemed to mind which made him happy as they drove the rest of the way to the beach where he spotted their bungalow... And his crater. They would park the vehicle and begin to bring in groceries setting all the bags on the counter. He watched Remi put some of the items into the fridge before leaving the rest on the counter. Master Chief wanted to be a good guest and would begin to look through the cabinets placing stuff in the appropriate spots as Sulk began to watch tv while laying across the couch. He smiled over at the other \"Well you definitely earned some rest there champ~ but I'm gonna shower.\" Master Chief then took his bag of clothes to the bedroom where he set them down. He grabbed one of the shirts and gym shorts as well as his towel. He slowly stripped out of us armor and black mesh body suit. He wrapped the towel around his waist and exited the room making his way to the bathroom. He slowly turned the cold water on and waited a few seconds before climbing in. He closed his eyes as he began to scrub away at his sweaty body. He hummed quietly to some melody... It was that damn song from the radio. He thought with melancholy before giving up and continuing to hum as he would apply body wash and shampoo to himself. After washing it off he was ready to get out of the shower turning the water off before beginning to dry himself off. He would then slide on his new gym shorts and slide on the t-shirt. He looked at the mirror flexing his arm a few times deciding he looked alright. He would then walk back into the living room where the demon still laid and slowly grabbed one of the thick throw blankets.*\n\n*He then opened it up and wrapped it around him before he slowly climbed onto the couch laying overtop of the imp the blanket draping across both of them. Chief snuggled the far smaller male his hands slowly exploring their sides and hips as his heart began beating rapidly. He wanted to say something but his voice was seemingly gone. So instead he gently began to press his lips to their neck gently kissing at a few spots occasionally biting down. \"Remi I um... I really like you... And I think I wanna try something with you...\" He hinted quietly hoping they understood what he may be after. A moment of silence passes making chief feel more nervous, had he overstepped? Was this invisible tension one sided? Oh please! Say something! His brain screamed internally.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*Sulk heard some noise comming from the kitchen as the other decided to put the remainig groceries away that he left on the counter. He may would have helped the other however he was far too busy switching through the channels* \"Dont tell me twice, enjoy your well earned shower fellow champ\" *He smirked over at chief with a quick wave of his hand before finding some news channel which seemingly discussed today's battle Royale while showing a few clips of their fights, the two moderators would be wondering why the masked super soldier would be teaming up with some strange blue devil to which the Demon just rolled his eyes with a sigh* \"Pff, because im just that cool, obviously\" *He shrugged slightly annoyed and decided that it would be better to switch to a different channel. He would once again watch some cartoons before chief finally came out of the shower. The Imp glanced over at John who seemed to approach him, his eyes widened surprised once the tall male suddenly climbed on top of him on the couch, his hands instinctively reached up at their chest as the soldier began to explore the imp's hips and sides before leaning down in order to plaster some kisses all over Sulk's neck region followed by a few light bites in between. Remi didn't try to push the other away however he was more than surprised at what they were doing especially since he didnt think that the tall and formal soldier would be interested in a rebellious Imp like him. Remis face burned with flush, especially after hearing the others quite intimate request. His hands dug further into their shirt, his mind drifting off as he thought about what to do* \"I-I uh-\" *He mumbled while biting down at his own lip and looking off to the side before nodding at chief's question* \"Not sure if we're thinking about the same thing here right now but I've never done something like that with anyone... Just so you know!\" *Sulk explained nervously as he shuffled around below the other* \"Also, I think the\n\nBed might be a better place to do this, heh...\" *He added with a nervous chuckle before slipping off the couch and reaching for both of chief's hands, leading them over to the bedroom. Once there the Demon would sit down at the edge of the bed while placing his own hands behind himself and leaning a little further back while looking the other up and down with mild curiosity* \"Too bad you got rid of that edgy looking helmet of yours but I think I can take you plain like that~\" *He teased while shrugging. His blue tail twitching with excitement as he waited for chief to join him onto the bed*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*The soldier blushed as the other male didn't resist. They dug their hands into his shirt as he continued to slowly push his luck with the imp before they would finally speak up regarding his request stating that they were in fact a virgin. Chief bit his lips as they seemed interested in him however \"That's okay Remi, I've uh... Never had the chance to get any action before either... But figured I would kind like my first time to be with someone I feel Is special...\" He murmured quietly as they managed to wriggle out from underneath him and take him by the hands pulling the larger male up and off the couch as they would lead him back into their bedroom. He watched as they slowly sat on the edge of the bed their blue tail swishing about as they looked him up and down and spoke about how he liked the soldier's helmet. John rolled his eyes as he grabbed their chin lightly. \"And here I thought I wasn't that bad a looker~\" He teased before slowly pulling them closer for a gentle yet deep smooch. He would close his eyes as he began to slowly get a feel of the imp's lips as his tongue pushed into their mouth intertwining with their own tongue. They would slowly exchange saliva for a few moments before John would break the kiss. He turned and walked to the corner of the room where his armor sat in a neat pile. He pulled off his black shirt showing off his pale yet muscular chest before leaning down and grabbing the helmet. He would slide it over his head before turning back towards the bratty blue imp. Chief wasted no time as he slowly pushed the imp onto their back his hands digging into their plush thighs for a few moments as he slowly raised their hips up while unbuckling their belt and working on tugging down their long pants. \"You did such a good job following my orders on the battlefield, let's see if the same applies here~?\" He would tease them*\n\n*He then began eyeing their choice of undergarments while simultaneously grabbing at their wifebeater and pulling it away from them leaving them nearly nude. His hands eagerly explored the blue twink's body playfully squeezing and pinching \"Alright soldier~ before I start to wreck that Thicc incubutt I figured it'd be best that you perhaps lube me up a bit~ That mouth of yours is always running with some smug comment so I think it's about time it met it's match~\" He flirts while slowly pulling his gym shorts down showing off the thick piece of meat between his legs. He then leaned forward gently grabbing the demon's larger horn which he tugged lightly eager to finally get some much needed and frankly deserved action~*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The demon smirked when he heard that chief seemed to be a Virgin aswell. In fact he was actually quite surprised about that* \"I thought a heroic super soldier like you would get plenty of chances to have some fun but i appreciate that you would give the silly blue Demon from another reality the honor of doing that~\" *Remi kept his grotesque kind of humor before leading them over to the bedroom where he sat down onto the mattress, his eyes looking up at the tall male who gently grabbed his chin before leaning in for a passionate kiss. The Demon groaned quietly as chief began to deepen the kiss, their tongues starting to wrestle with one another as chief pressed their tongue further down the imps mouth. After a moment John pulled away from their kiss, a thin string of saliva connected their mouths which the Demon quickly wiped off while curiously watching John who suddenly walked away from him. Sulk tilted his head as the other began to take off their shirt in order to reveal their trained body. Remi simply smirked at the sight of it before cat calling the soldier as they put on the helmet* \"I honestly wasn't expecting you to actually commit to putting on your helmet but im glad you did~\" *He murred as John pushed him further onto the bed. The Demon flashed his canines at the other as they began to become more rough while practically ripping off most of his clothes* \"Yeah I think we both know that i won't follow anyones command outside of the battlefield~\" *Sulk tried to playfully mock the other as they pulled off the last bits of his clothing, leaving the Imp in only his black boxers before they curiously explored the imps skinny body, their big and rather rough hands would eagerly squeeze his sides and thighs while remi lightly squirmed around as he wasn't used to so much physical contact* \"Those are some tough words coming from you Johnny but you better be careful cuz I bite~\" *Sulk grinned at their teasing remarks as his tail excitedly wagged from side to*\n\n*Side before suddenly coming to a stop once John flashed their quite impressive piece of meat at the Demon. Sulk stared over at it for a moment, his entire face starting to turn dark blue from flush as he realized that the two were actually about to get intimate with eachother. The imp then shook his head lightly* \"Phew I almost lost my cool there for a second~...\" *He mumbled while shily looking into a different direction before chief grabbed him by the horn. Sulk lightly tried to move his head back as the other tugged at his horn, pulling the Imp closer to their crotch. He gave chief a last weak look before giving in and slowly putting the tip of their already quite erected member into his maw. The Demon closed his eyes while tilting his head. His wet tongue slowly slobbering at their tip as he slowly moved their dick further down his mouth while lightly bobbing his head. His sharp white canines would occasionally yet lightly brush against the soldiers girthy cock as he moved his head back and forth*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*This demon was his... He was gonna make sure that nobody else would ever dare take them from him. But first it seemed that they would need a little more training themselves~ He watched as they continued to squirm around seemingly not used to being the center of all this touching~ but John wasn't having any of it as he continued to grope at the imp watching their tail swish around as they spoke again. \"Mmmf how inappropriate soldier~ when addressing me, you shall only refer to me as Chief, understood~?\" He growled holding them by their horn as they would finally get a look at the super soldier's large member. The way their face darkened with some excited but nervous blush made him smirk underneath his helm. \"See something you like~?\" He teased as they tried to look away until the grasp on their horn became a bit more firm as he pulled him closer. \"Don't be rude, come and greet them~\" He flirts as they slowly gave into him and their own desires. He watched them move forward their maw slowly wrapping around his tip as they began to suckle their tongue quickly going to work slathering the head of his member with their warm wet drool. This lead the chief to groan rather loudly as they then moved further down his member each gentle bob of their member pulling more of the Chief's thick member into that waiting maw. The virgin closed his eyes as this treatment felt heavenly save from the occasional scuff from the imp's rather sharp canines. \"Good boy~ work it deeper~ try to throat me~\" He orders in a more hushed tone of voice as his hands would now hold both of their horns while gently bucking his hips each time the demon would slowly bob their head chasing more of that delicious friction \"You sure you're not an incubus because you seem like a natural at this~\" He teased the other as he leaned forward a bit to squeeze at their rear that was perked up still hidden beneath their boxers though.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*Sulk simply rolled his eyes at their commanding partner* \"Whatever makes you happy John- I mean chief~\" *Sulk kept fooling around before yelping as the other got hold of him. The Demon suddenly became much more nervous... And quiet as the tension grew between the two, his eyes would slowly perk back at their member as he bit down his own lower lip. The Demon began to inch closer towards their dick before finally starting to suck the soldier off, slowly trying to push as much of the soldiers meat down as he could. Sulk glanced up at chief for a moment, noticing their loud and lewd sounding groan which ment that he must be doing a decent job so far despite being quite inexperienced. He really wanted to throw yet another unnecessary comment at his partner but the tight grasp the other had around his horns prevented him from moving much as he was pretty much forced in place. The Imp finally managed to push their cock a few inches down his throat, his eyes starting to roll up as he focused on covering their member with his saliva without trying to gag. The Demon frowned at their incubus comment and lightly bit down their dick in response to that, it was harsh enough to be noticed but not hard enough to actually break through their sensitive skin. A sudden mumbled moan escaped the imps mouth as chief began to grope his rear with their big hand. He lightly pressed his clothed butt against John's warm palm as his tail lightly wiggled around from arousal*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*John was enjoying the blissful feeling of his member being properly worked over by the demonic brat below. He felt them finally manage to work it down their throat a bit, the tight muscles squeezing his cock a few times. However he would be pulled away from the waves of ecstasy as they gently bite down knicking his member causing a yelp to sound out from the soldier. Deciding to focus more attention on their ass as they would quietly moan vibrating his member which twitched a few times drooling pre. The chief would release the imp's horns as he slowly wiggled his way forward halfway laying on top of Sulk as he continued to gently buck his hips pushing his member in and out of their warm maw his balls lightly smacking their chin. As he leaned forward he dug both of his hands into their rear firmly squeezing it a few times before he would begin pulling their boxers down. Once the imp was nude he would put his hands to work, one hand would slowly begin pumping their blue twink dick and the other hand continued to firmly rub at their ass occasionally spreading their cheeks so he could look at their small pink pucker in the middle of their blue rump. \"Mmmmf alright Remi darling~ I think you've suckled enough~ I d-don't wanna cum just yet... But I do wanna give this ass a thorough plowing~\" He teased as he pulled his member free from their lips with a lewd pop drooling pre across their tongue. \"Stay on all fours but keep that ass up pretty boy, it's about time I take what's rightfully mine~\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "The revengeful imp chuckled silently when he heard the others yelp caused by his light nibbles. He could feel their member twitch eagerly within his throat while leaking some pre which ran right down his throat. He seemed relieved for a short moment when chief finally let go of his horns only to reposition themself almost right above him. Sulks eyes began to tear up when the other male started to shove their thick member further down his throat as they gently moved their hips back and forth, pretty much face fucking the poor Imp. Remis muffled moans became louder as chief rough handed his rear. His own already hard member popped out from below his black boxers when chief pulled them down. At this point the Demon could barely focus on anything anymore. His dick twitched lightly as chief slowly jerked him off to the pace in which they were buckling their hips while also kneading his now bare rear. Sulk sighed in relief when John finally pulled their dick out of his mouth. He could taste their warm pre which dripped onto his lolled out tongue, giving their tip one last lick before he rested his head onto the mattress for a moment while listening to his partner. The Demon looked up at the masked man in front of him who wanted him to remain on all fours* \"Oh don't worry... I wasn't planning on moving too much anyway\" *He mumbled while reaching his own hand down to his own needy dick before beginning to gently jerk himself off* \"Hurry up chief before i'll start to loose interest~\" *Sulk added shortly afterwards and teasingly winked over at chief while watching them closely as they got into position*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Chief glanced down at the watery eyed imp who gave his member a few more licks as their member rested outside their mouth. He would tilt his head staring at the imp with arousal they looked hot when they were arched like that, they had surprisingly wide hips and a phat rear which was hidden beneath their baggy punk jeans. Chief heard their comment as they slowly stroked themselves earning a gentle slap on the rear as Chief readjusted himself. He positioned himself behind Remi grinding his thick dick between the imp's soft blue cheeks. \"Remi will learn to obey~ That means you can't cum until I allow you to~\" He would growl gently grabbing their hand that was stroking themself off and shoving it away. He would then gently replace their hand pumping furiously at their needy dick. \"Beg for me to take you~ Beg for me to take this phat virgin ass~\" He growled as he slowly began to prod the tip against their pink pucker. After a few moments Chief would begin to push his hips lightly pressing forward as his left hand held their hips and began to pull them back slowly feeling their resistance give way as the tip managed to break through. \"Mmmf so tight~\" He murmured giving the demon boy a second to adjust before he began to rock himself back and forth slowly working his large cock deeper watching more of his member disappear into that hungry hole. His right hand continues to pump at their member his thumb sliding up to rub small circles into their tip feeling it drool pre onto his hand and the mattress below. \"Such a good boy~\" He coos to them as he gave a few rather harsh thrusts finally burying himself within the imp.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*Sulk yelped when he felt the sudden sharp pain caused by chief's rather harsh slap against his rear which would soon leave a light red mark on his blue skin. He watched as John went behind him, feeling their large warm meat teasingly grind between his cheeks as they reached down to his member. The Demon frowned when chief suddenly shoved his hand away and placed their own hand around it instead before harshly jerking him off. Sulk gnashed his teeth from the harsh yet arousing friction, his dick drooling out some pre which would stain both John's hand aswell as the sheets below him with the white liquid as he would seemingly almost fail to follow chief's command* \"Hmpf~ not gonna lie but I think you're setting me up to fail this task...\" *He mumbled out. Feeling their tip teasingly press against his entrance as chief awaited his pleas of finally being taken by them. The Imp shook his head* \"Come on Chief...\" He mumbled and slowly turned his head over at chief who seemed to be slightly impatient themself* \"Just rail me already... P-please?\" *The Demon reluctantly and rather poorly followed the others command before finally being able to feel them pushing further. Sulk clenched his fists together as their tip stretched his entrance apart. It took the inexperienced Imp a moment to get used to the unusually stinging yet oddly satisfying feeling although even after the time John had given him to adjust the poor Imp still hasnt really managed to get used to their large size. His insides began to clench around the soldiers dick as they steadily pushed further into the Demon who tried his best to act like he wouldn't be in pain right now though at least their eager pumps helped him to focus on something different* \"Dont call me-\" *He was about to respond before moaning out when John suddenly thrusted deeply into him. Sulk ached his back from the sudden sharp pain as chief forced their member almost entirely inside him in just one push* \"Ngh... Y-you could have at\n\nLeast given me a quick warning!-\" *He mumbled embarrassed*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*John listened to their weak pleas and although the urge to tease them further to really make them beg was there, it seemed he was just as eager to start their fun so he pushed in. He would shudder as he felt the way their tight muscles would clench and squeeze around his member working to milk him as he slowly pushed in and out growing rougher as he listened to all the lewd noises that were leaving the imp. He would groan quietly after hilting the bratty imp's ass their loud moan was music to his ears. He then heard their voice whining about the lack of warning. \"Mmmf and where's the fun in that~?\" Chief murmured back as he gave them another moment to adjust to his full length being buried deep inside the demon's ass. He would continue to pump their cock as it continued to drool more pre knowing the poor imp wouldn't be able to hold out for him as he slowly began to move again pulling his hips back as his cock slowly pulled free from their ass until only the tip was left inside. He'd then ram forward once again burying himself deep in that blue butt~ his left hand left their hip giving their ass another sharp slap. He enjoyed the way their rear jiggled and slowly he began a small rhythm slamming his hips into the twink below. \"Mmmf I wanna hear more moans~ a pretty thing like you should be more vocal about what you like~\" He growls as his hand reached forward and grabbed their horn pulling their head back as he pounded into them forcing them to look up into his golden visor as he palmed over their blue dick. \"Mmmf you act like a loner~ like you're some solo rule breaking bad boy~ but in reality I think you like when someone orders you around~ tells you what to do~ Tell me I'm right, admit that you've been waiting for a man to take you like this~\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The demon simply frowned silently and shook his head at their teasing answear of thinking that its fun to surprise him like that* \"Just you wait...\" *He mumbled under his breath before sighing relieved as chief gave him another short moment to get used to their full size which did help him a little as his dick throbbed from John's continuous strokes. The imp raised his rear a little once chief slowly moved their hips back, almost pulling out of the blue demon who just began to get comfortable with their length. He glanced back at the other, only to be greeted with yet another deep slam which would push their dick fully back inside him. Sulk moaned out as his hands clawed onto the sheets below him. His dick shooting out a small load of cum which would stain the covers of his bed even further while also tainting the other males hand who kept a tight hold of his dick. Sulk ached his back once more, feeling yet another sharp slap against his rear which would leave a slightly darker red handmark on his cheek* \"Ngh~ m-moaning is for girls and im not one of them\" *He replied ironically enough in between a few quiet moans before being forced to look up at chief who seemed to stare right back at him through their visor. Sulk simply stared up at the other with half lidded eyes as they spoke about him enjoying to be submissive and following orders from a man like them to which the Demon just smirked over at them before leaning slightly up, sticking out his tongue and teasingly dragging it all over their golden colored visor* \"Sure John~ I couldn't even dream of anything b-better than having some buff hunk of a man like you commanding me around like a fool while plowing my brains out~\" *The Demon exaggerated a bit in his sarcastic reply as he found it enjoyable to act like a brat towards the other who seemed to be some sort of high authority back where they used to come from, however chief wasn't quite wrong with saying that he would enjoy following their command. He*\n\n*Actually kinda liked to be ordered around by someone who knows what they're doing even though master chief seemed to be the only exception where the Demon would actually consider taking any orders from*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Chief smirked as the second harsh slam seemed to be quite effective as the demon below moaned out once again their sharp claws digging into the bed below as they would fire a few ropes of cum onto the bed and his hand. The first of many the soldier had hoped as he planned to fuck the imp stupid~ Each one of their quiet submissive moans did not go unnoticed making the Chief grin as he heard them try to argue that moaning was for girls. \"Mmmmf could've fooled me~\" He replied as he gave a few more hard thrusts into their ass while looking down at their smug face. He would shudder as the demon male's long tongue slid from their maw and slowly slid across his visor slathering it in hot drool much to his dismay. He then listened to their speech their voice cracking occasionally from a thrust as they sarcastically replied to him. \"Mmmf insubordination huh? Fine then~ you'll just have to be punished~\" With that Chief released their horn and placed a hand onto their back easily shoving their front down while keeping their ass high in the air. He released their member deciding they'll have to earn back the stroking watching their poor hard cock twitch with desire as his hand slid away and have their ass it's hardest spanking yet on the opposite cheek. He would then dig his hand into their hips and began to start a new pace, it was a bit slower but much harder driving his cock deeper into the imp. \"Such a perfectly breedable ass, too bad it has to be attached to a bratty thing like you~\" He teased giving said rear another slap. \"Now we will work on your obedience training~ you're gonna start by taking this fucking like a good little incubus~\" He snarled knowing the name would get a reaction as he began to slam fuck the poor imp the bed beginning to creak as it rocked back and forth with the Chief's thrusts as his own cock was beginning to drool pre within them.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*Sulk rolled his eyes when chief hinted at calling him a girl. He perked a brow at the other while keeping his smuggy smirk plastered on his face when they talked about his disobedient manners towards the high ranked soldier which should soon be punished. The Imp yelped when John suddenly pushed his chest onto the mattress, his tail twitched surprised while brushing occasionally against chief's chest and sides as they were right behind him. He groaned lewdly as he received yet another harsh slap which would turn his entire rear red-ish. He wanted to lift up his chest though chief's hold of him pretty much prevented him moving at all. Remis hands clawed further into the sheets from their slow yet deep continuous thrusts which felt like they would shuffle around his insides* \"I-Im just trying t-to give you a little bit ngh~ of a challenge h-here chief~\" *The Imp muffled out as his face was half buried into the mattress before flinching once more from yet another slap. At this point sulks ass began to turn numb caused by all the rough handling. Remi side eyed chief as he tilted his head to the side, his weak glare staring up at the masked male who referred to him as an incubus once again* \"Hmpf... Im not!- rgh~ not a fucking incubus!\" *He snarled back at John while wiggling his rear around, trying to get a bit more mobility. The poor Demon then cried out when chief began to slam his cock right into him. Drool starting to leak out of the imps mouth as he panted more rapidly, his dick twitching from the overwhelming sensation yet it yearned for more* \"F-Fuck~... D-dont stop now~...\" *Sulk mumbled quietly as he felt closer to cumming once again*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*The Master Chief Found their squirming entertaining watching their claws dig into the mattress below as their face was semi buried into it as well. He continued to roughly pound forward watching their cock twitch and leak as the imp was becoming more needy. Their growl wasn't perceived as threatening as they seemed to hate the name incubus which Chief quickly noted. \"Is that so my little love demon~? Because to me it looks like you're about to paint the bed white and I'm not even touching that blue twink dick~\" He growled releasing their hips though keeping his other hand firmly planted on their back. His hand would snatch the tail that was swishing around, the very tail they would try to keep from him. He was gonna show them who they belonged to! He slowly rolled his wrist wrapping the tail around his hand a few times before pulling it. He gave a few hard pulls while he mercilessly began to drill into the demon's ass below. He was rather rough with the smaller male, thrusting at new angles in an attempt to find their g-spot. It seemingly didn't take long with this new pace before the incubus with a rather lewd sounding moan began to cum shooting ropes across the bed below them making the soldier smirk as he managed to make them blow hands free~ \"Now Remi~ beg for me~ beg for me to fill this cute blue butt~ I wanna hear you plead for this breeding~\" He growled thrusting faster into the imp as his own cock was twitching and drooling pre into their warm ass.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "\"Y-You seem to be pretty one edge t-too, Johnny~\" *The Imp replied as he felt their girthy dick twitch inside of him. Sulk hissed when the other got hold of his tail, it wiggled quickly from side to side as John held it tightly in their hand before wrapping it around their wrist and teasingly pulling it closer to them. The poor Demon moaned out as he felt how his sensitive tail got pulled, forcing his rear to bump back against chief's hips* \"Aah!~ M-Master!!~\" *Sulk moaned out without even being able to finish saying their full name when they mercilessly rammed their hips into the smaller Imp. Their hard member pushed harshly against Remis g-spot as they tried out to slam into his rear from a few new angles. The Demon felt like he was gonna drown in ecstasy as he finally blasted his last and biggest load onto the bed while moaning out loud. His legs began to get weak and tremble, the only thing that prevented him from collapsing was his partner who made sure to keep him in place as he continued to mercilessly drill into him* \"Ngh~... P-Please! Please, aah~ fill me up already C-Chief!!~\" *Sulk cried out, hoping that this would satisfy Chief who seemed like he could fuck the imp all night long if he really wanted to*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief listened to the moans of the subby imp as he gave their tail another pull while continuing to take them from behind the quiet yet lewd sounding plaps echoing around the room as he grew a bit more desperate for his own release. He listened to their loud moan as they finally released painting the bed sheets with his demonic spunk. The super soldier would close his eyes as he rocked his hips harder and listened to them plead for him to finish. Their trembling body hinting that they couldn't last much longer under his intense fucking. He was contempt with their begging and began to thrust harder keeping them in place as he gave a few deep hard thrusts. His cock throbbed hard feeling their warm hole squeeze around his length as he groaned. \"F-Fuck~ take it~ Take every last drop of it~\" He quietly yet firmly commanded as his tip erupted like a volcano pumping out loads of his lava hot cum deep inside them. Chief hugged them close grinding forward as he filled their insides with his pent up load easily overfilling as a bit of cum would leak from the soft pink pucker. Master Chief felt waves of post release ecstasy hitting him and he suddenly couldn't move too well as he tiredly rolled them onto their sides. He wrapped an around their waist to hug them closer not wanting to pull out as his cock felt quite nice within the warm confines of his lover's ass. He would slowly remove his helmet dropping it on the floor before he'd slowly slide that hand to their chest where he could grope their twink chest. His heart was racing... He felt amazing... This imp made him feel strange...\" He would slowly lean down to kiss their neck a few times. \"Mmmf was that good for you~? Because that ass was incredible for me~\" He teased. He would then slowly lock lips with the other male closing his eyes as he just wanted to quietly kiss them keeping the imp close as their kiss deepened.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*Sulk ached his back slightly when chief kept pulling on his tail. Them becoming even rougher with their thrusts as they've got closer and closer to finishing themself. The Demon started to tear up once more from their deep thrusts, a couple of small tears would run down his cheeks as chief did his final thrust before finishing inside the Imp* \"Hrgh!~ F-Fuck that's too much chief!~\" *Remi groaned out as his insides got filled up with loads of hot cum. He clenched around their throbbing cock, feeling how their seed began to leak out of his entrance and run down his trembling thighs before finally dripping down onto the sheets aswell as they would both leave a big mess behind now. The Demon flopped onto the bed while chief tightly engulfed him into a big and warm hug before pulling him onto his side. The Imp sighed exhausted and without hesitation got dragged along onto his side. Sulk glanced over at chief who slowly removed his helmet, revealing their masculine face once more while gently running their hand over his rather feminine chest* \"You weren't too bad yourself John~...\" *He mumbled before chuckling quietly at his own teasing response* \"Though you might have to carry me to that meeting with jonesy tommorow...\" *He added since his sore ass probably wouldn't recover from chief's rough banging session anytime soon. Sulk murred pleased, feeling the others surprisingly soft lips against his neck as they slowly traveled closer to his lips. He turned his head closer towards his lover, his lips meeting with those of the soldier as they slowly deepened the kiss. His tail gently wrapped around one of chief's legs as their tongues met within his sharp maw. Sulk moaned into their kiss which felt like it lasted forever until the Imp pulled away to speak to the other* \"You know... I honestly would have never expected to end up in a situation like this with a guy like you...\" *He chuckled nervously before looking chief into his blue eyes* \"But Im kinda glad that things\n\nWent the way they did. I just hope that you won't regret your decision of you know... Loosing your virginity to someone like me since we're somewhat like polar opposites after all and such...\" *He explained nervously as his glance slowly shifted away from John*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*The Soldier hummed quietly as he enjoyed holding the exhausted imp close to him as they seemed to respond to his teasing remarks with their own. He rolled his eyes as they said he did an alright job though that they'd need assistance with getting to the meeting. Master Chief would reply in a hushed tone \"I'm sure we can work out a way to get you there pretty boy~\" Before he went in for the kiss. He felt their head turn to face him better as they would close their eyes and embrace him. The pair would deepen the kiss the demon's quiet moans vibrating it as their tongues slowly began to exchange saliva. Chief continued to kiss them his hands continuously squeezing and tracing along the imp's body as their tail curled around his leg. After a few moments of blissful lewd silence, the imp would pull away a bit of drool connecting their lips which John would wipe away as he listened to the imp share their feelings over the matter of the past couple of days. It seemed that the imp was perhaps feeling self conscious? They spoke about enjoying his company and how things turned out but seemed to be afraid that they weren't good enough for him? John smiled before a quiet chuckle would leave him. \"Remi, may I remind you that I took yours as well~\" He murmured quietly his hand holding their chin so his blue eyes could lock with their red ones. \"You're perfect for me in every way. It's your differences that make you so exciting... And alluring~ your brash, loud, unapologetic, You're a punk! You are also Free spirited and do whatever you want to. You're just so different from everything and everyone I know... And I find it fascinating. The icing on the cake is that you're also really hot~\" He flirts towards the end. \"I would never regret my decision, cause I landed myself a real catch~\" He whispered quietly into their ear before kissing them again. This kiss was different however... It was not so much out of passion or lust but more so from an emotional way... Was it, love?*"
},
{
"author": "Sulk",
"message": "*The imp smirked as John mentioned that he'll find a way to get him to the restaurant tommorow. Goosebumps appeared all over his body as chief gently traced their hand over his nude body as he enjoyed the soft touch of the other. He gently twisted his tongue around that of his partner before slowly pulling away to speak up* \"I suppose you're right with that...\" *He mumbled nervously in reply before having a small smile on his face when John talked about why they liked him so much* \"Well neither did I except to land on suck a muscular daddy but here we are~\" *The Imp chuckled although their kind words really flustered him since he wasn't used to receiving such deep hearted compliments from anyone. He more than gladly leaned up to chief in order to kiss them once again. This time their kiss wasn't nearly as long or deep yet it still felt unusually... Special. He gently nibbled onto chief's lower lip before pulling away as he grew more tired. The devil snuggled his back closer to chief's chest while yawning sleeply* \"Thanks for staying around with me chief...\" *The Imp mumbled as he slowly fell asleep till the next morning*"
},
{
"author": "Master Chief",
"message": "*Master Chief rolled his eyes as he listened to the reply from the demonic male. He would give their rear a sharp squeeze as he hugged them even tighter to his own body for the kiss. It wouldn't last too long but it truly felt magical in a way. He felt them break the kiss after nibbling on his lip with their sharp teeth before lying down. John would slowly grab at the covers pulling the thick blanket over them as he snuggled them. He would lightly nip at one of their pointed ears \"Thanks for keeping me around pretty boy~\" He whispered quietly feeling the ecstasy and adrenaline starting to dissipate and being replaced by tiredness. The warmth from the bratty imp was soothing and he soon felt himself being lulled back to sleep. His blue eyes closed as he drifted off to a deep dreamless slumber. The setting sun vanished as the moon appeared in the night sky. Minutes turned to hours as the pair cuddled under the covers until the morning sun slowly began to rise. The light from the window would slowly hit his face causing his eyes to scrunch a bit before one would open. He let out an audible groan before looking down at the naked twink next to him. The memories from the previous night quickly flooded in making him blush as he bit his lip deciding to lean forward and kiss their neck as one of his hands would rub small circles into his thigh. \"Good Morning beautiful~ he purred quietly into the other's ear his tongue sliding out to trace along the lobe.*"
}
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{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "They teleported in the splash causing them not to be hurt as he held her \"As we were my dear"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She tongue kisses him again, moaning as her pussy grinds and rubs against his cock, making the waters very warm and nice even though they were in a hot tub.*\n\n*They began having steamy sex now, her body, curvaceous and full was now actually full of moisture and sweat.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He would've moved his head as he somewhat floated was this due to pleasure or was this a alter motive as his dick accidentally glided against her lips"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "Her lips swallowed his cock, thrusting against him and his body onto the sides of the hot tub, moaning and tasting his tongue. \"Cmon\" *She moans and muffled into the long and passionate kiss, her ass plops down onto his legs.* \"Mmm such a... A big dick mmm~\""
},
{
"author": "cookie_788",
"message": "No- you just said Her lips swallowed his cock-\n\nWell shit didn't know that_"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "bill would've gasped as he was plopped back into the water as he looked at her \"And what a wet pussy my dear~\" He grabbed her ass with one hand holding it"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"The wettest? The tightest?~\" *She asked, riding him as the water sloshes about, her mouth was always close to his mouth*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "So~ amazing~\" He moaned as he held onto her breast \"If only i could wish their were two of you, i would be in double heaven~\""
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "\"Well you freed me... So I'm no longer your genie slave... But maybe I'll be your genie wife~\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "\"I would love that~\" He grabbed the back of her head before kissing her"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*Passionate kissing again, holding his cheeks as she thrusts into his cock, out of breath but loving every single second of it all.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He would hold her down as he stopped kissing her as a wave of cum embraced into her insides as he looked at her"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She yells out, another healthy dose of cum stuffs her belly entirely.* \"You're so good at this~ a master in bed truly.\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He had leaned into her breast practically in between them as he huffed and puffed before his dick slowly came out again \"T-this is my first time\""
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She wraps her mouth around his dick, titties now smashed onto his length and his balls, playing with them as she sucks on his package.* \"Mmmphhllck~\""
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He gasped as he had almost fell forward before falling back as he looked at her as he gasped \"Jeez~ you must love it badly~\""
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*She nodded, gulping it down her throat, her head bobs up and down onto his head, breasts jiggle around his dick.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He gasped each time his thighs practically shaking as he probably won't be able to walk Jesus this was so good"
},
{
"author": "Izura Otimo",
"message": "*Her tongue was like a snakes, wrapping around his own whenever they kissed and now giving his cock a squeezing good time, bobbing faster and harder, moaning as her fingertips gently rub his balls.*"
},
{
"author": "Bill",
"message": "He slouched over as he held her head down with his legs as he came down her throat like a tsunami of cum as he pratically lost consciousness"
}
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{
"author": "The Unknown",
"message": "*The Setting will take place in a small town of California Willows California to be exact and may contain depictions of Gore as the two characters are both serial killers of the same organization, Readers Be Advised*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface",
"message": "*A figure Walks through the town of willows California, she has a mask on and Black robes, the costume has been seen many times in many different forms of media, it's iconic at this point, the figure Walks to a house and takes out a knife, letting herself in*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface(Carter)",
"message": "*There was a sound of a shout, a coyote grunting noises and a splitting sound of a knife going gut deep into someone, the yell sounded male anyways. Then out pops a figure in black robes and mask that was so red that anyone thought it was tomato colored. He looks around, before heading upstairs, wiping his knife off in the signature scream fashion that all Ghostfaces did.*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface",
"message": "*She become bloodthirsty and follows the other ghostface, that red mask, Was the mask of Jason Carter, her personal favorite ghostface, She runs into some teens and Begins gutting the poor girls they didn't stand a chance as she cleans her blade ghostface fashion and follows Jason Carter*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface(Carter)",
"message": "*There was another man upstairs, he didn't know however that a female Ghostface was following him so a woman got in front of Jason. Samantha would witness firsthand his stabbing technique. It was unique yet ferocious, one handed stabbing as multiple knife wounds get embedded into the woman's sides, no one was gonna get in the way of him and his prize. The man, a man named Erickson Cottworth that Jason needed to kill and teach a lesson from. After stabbing the woman for ten times as she grunts, groans and cries out in pain, he threw her down the stairs and at Samantha in her path. He stomps into the bedroom and wipes his knife. The man begs for his life, getting up which causes Jason to bitch smack him twice over.* \"It was a simple question Erick... You should've answered, you and your hussie friends.\" *The signature Roger L Jackson voice changer.* \"And now.\" *He kneels down, the man still whimpering.* \"**You Lose**\" *Raising the knife and slashing his throat open, quick, cut, clean and yet very messy.*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface",
"message": "*She moves out of the way of the female that tumbles down the stairs, she walks to the end of the hall, To a terrified woman who screams out*\n\n\"So you want to tell me why you won't answer a simple a question, I don't care if there is another serial killer, YOU Answer the fucking question, Now Laurie I'm going to kill you, And don't think of running, you are mine and mine Alone!\" \n\n\n*She says using the voice changer in her mask, Before violently stabbing the woman, In the gut, and grabbing her intestines wrapping them around herself like a scarf as she begins laughing, she cuts the intestines and tosses the body out the window, before she swipes the blade of her knife cleaning it, as soon as she walks out of the room she's face to face With Jason Carter*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface(Carter)",
"message": "*Turns around and tilts his head, he saw a female Ghostface and wipes his knife. It didn't have blood on it and if it did, it was just remnants of Erickson's blood that stained it.*\n\n*He then tilts his head again.* \"Hello... Another Ghostface? This is very interesting indeed. Tell me. What are you doing here? Besides killing these... Infestations?\" *He asked, his hunting knife was elongated and silver with a red crimson handle. He held it closely to his person, both hands to the front of his body.*\n\n\"Its... Nice to see another.\""
},
{
"author": "Ghostface",
"message": "\"I don't think you would believe this but I actually came here looking for you, Jason Carter, Also do you like my scarf?\" \n\n*The intestines stay bloody as they are wrapped around her neck like a scarf*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface(Carter)",
"message": "\"Yes, a very peculiar and very creative way to use someone's intestines. And why look for me specifically? No one has ever done that and yet here you are.\"\n\n*He turned his head around, thinking that he was hearing breathing. He walks over towards the closet and opens it speedily. Nothing. No one. He turns back to Samantha.*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface",
"message": "\"Let's just say your work does things to me, it's art the way you stab, and how you leave Bodies, God it gives me chills and tickles my fancy, You're a very skilled man Jason, very skilled indeed!\""
},
{
"author": "Ghostface(Carter)",
"message": "\"Not so bad yourself. I was wondering why the screams stopped downstairs, they weren't my main targets and yet you slaughtered them mercilessly. You're a very curious Ghostface.\" *He replied, stroking his chin as he had just found an obsessed Ghostface killer obsessed with him in particular.*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface",
"message": "*She unclips two buttons on her robes and her boobs come out, As she takes off the intestine scarf and wraps it around Erikson Cotton worth, before being playful with her hands clapping them together*\n\n\"Look it's like a little present for the cops, they are going to have a night trying to figure out what happened here Hehe, want to get out of here put on normal clothes and Maybe go to the bar, Before we torture and slaughter more Teens?\""
},
{
"author": "Ghostface(Carter)",
"message": "\"You're a woman Ghostface. Rare enough to cross some of those. And yes, a woman's intestines wrapped around a man's neck. They probably didn't even know each other past this little get together they were having.\"\n\n*Admittedly, a very nice rack, a stupendous cleavage she was rocking. Nevertheless, he nodded, ditching the costume.* \"A bar sounds like a marvelous idea.\" *He then packs his robes, mask and knife all into one backpack.*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface",
"message": "\"Do you find it more exciting I'm a woman or does that give you disgust?\""
},
{
"author": "Ghostface(Carter)",
"message": "\"Exciting. I meant it as it's a shame there's not more women Ghostfaces. It's rare.\"\n\n*He then heads out of the house in a hurry, running as fast as he can to the nearest, local bar.*"
},
{
"author": "Ghostface",
"message": "*She fixes her robes and then, Takes a shotgun and blows the front door to smithereens, before heading to her car, and changing into her usual attire, stuffing her Ghostface attire in the glovebox and hiding the shotgun under a blanket*"
},
{
"author": "Samantha Avery (Clothed)",
"message": "*Once changed she drives over to the bar, and parks her attire is a skimpy black crop top, a spiked choker and black studded Jeans, with a chain wallet for her chain accessory, she walks into the bar, and looks around for the Unmasked Jason Carter*"
}
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{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She blushes and mentally **Eeps** In her head. He was carrying her and her coils into the bedroom in a hotel. She looks inside the room.* \"Wow you're so strong...\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Yeah, I try to exercise often, when I remember, usually I do it after I wake up so.. Yeah haha\n\n*He would smile at her, bringing her to his bed and gently laying her down, going to his closet and taking off his pajamas, hanging them up and being only in boxers now, still oblivious to any implications*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*More of a blush. **WOW HE'S HOT!** Was what her thoughts were, her body became increasingly in heat and no not from arousal, although that was slowly building up too but from how he looked. He looked so attractive to her.*\n\n\"Umm.. Wow... Hehe I mean those are some nice boxers. That's nice that you exercise\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Yeah, thank you~\n\n*He said in a semi flirty tone, also not entirely on purpose, he would walk back to the bed and sit down, rubbing his eyes a bit and looking towards her*\n\nIts nice to have company for once haha"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*Flirting with her? Oh no the snake bean was blushing even more intensely, though she still was in control of her feelings, for a time at least.*\n\n\"Its nice to be around you too Lazarus. Never told you my name. My name is Iruyumi Momoshi... And it's been amazing getting to... Be around you and slowly starting to know you.\" \n\n*Her tail had a mind of its own, wrapping around and caressing his waist.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He didnt mind the caressing, he would gently pet and rub her tail, he would smile warmly once more, he would sit and try to think of some topics to talk about*\n\nYou're a very beautiful lady you know, I have to wonder, whats your type?"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*Wow he was slick. She already smiled and turned her head away, her lower body began shifting side to side, playing with her hair.*\n\n\"Thank you~ stop you're making me flussssstered\" *Covers her mouth immediately again.* \"Well... I..My type? I guess it's someone like you... You're a cutie after all...\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Aww, why thank you. You know I wouldn't mind a lady like you, sweet like candy, looks are just as good, you might give me a sugar high\n\n*He was now actively flirting. This was one of his skills, he had a silver tongue, usually, and he enjoyed giving compliments*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She was now peak flustered, now her heat was building up to unimaginable heights.* \"Thank you~ what makes you ssssso interested in me?\" *She didn't even cover her mouth because that's how trusting she was around Lazarus, not even afraid, embarrassed or even ashamed of her hissing.*\n\n*He generally found her interesting and attractive too, so she sits next to him, getting and moving in closer in on him*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "You're unique, and beautiful, I've never seen someone like you, I've never even met someone quite as kind as you, you give me a warm loving energy, I can tell you have a soul as beautiful as the night sky itself~\n\n*He would turn to face her, he would smile deeply, clearly feelin her, emotionally yk, he had a light hint of blush on his face*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She starts staring into his eyes as if hypnotized by him, almost wanting to press her body against his. Her hands almost interlaced with his.*\n\n\"Thank you... You're too kind. You're... So red and fiery. You may be tired all the time but I think it's a facade for... Something more handsome and... Energetic.\"\n\n*She faced him, her breasts were human yet they didn't have nipples, just found, perfectly tanned love globes, her belly was smooth, hourglass, chubby just a little and had an innie navel.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would gently hold onto her hands, holding them up and pulling them around him to pull her close, in one smooth motion, he would look at her, giving her a charming handsome smirk*\n\nYou got that right, maybe I'm not really tired all the time, thats for you to find out~"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She wanted to make a move, the first move, any move but she was frozen in place. Staring into his longing eyes, blush still on her face yet it wasn't that intense.*\n\n*Her breath was shaky but it wasn't heard or noticeable. Suddenly her lips trembled inexplicably, as if wanting to go in for a kiss but she couldn't.* \"Lazarus..\" *She finally spewed out.* \"I... I think I..\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would nod, before slowly leaning in and pressing his soft lips against hers, giving her a loving and gentle kiss, holding it for a few moments, closing his eyes and embracing her, his strong arms wrapped around her torso*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "\"I lo-mmm~\" *Her mouth was pressed around his. Her arms wrapped firmly around his neck, moaning once into his lips as she reciprocates however many times he wraps his mouth around hers.*\n\n*Her tail pulls him in closer and closer, bosom squished across his chest.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would only break the kiss for a moment, looking her in the eyes and caressing her cheek, he was just as entranced by her as she was by him*\n\nI love you too~"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She smiles, her heart beating a million miles per hour, she was so happy to hear those words coming from someone. Her fingers caress her own lips, her tongue soon afterwards.*\n\n*She chuckled and nuzzles where her nose should be against his own* \"You even taste like berries\" *She hiss giggles*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Hehe, yeah? I wouldn't know cuz I cant taste myself haha~\n\n*He would pull her into another passionate kiss, now embracing her fully, he really really liked her, and he was doing all he could in this very moment to show that*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She yelped but then quickly goes quiet, more kisses and more passionate too, moaning a few times before going quiet yet again. She would allow him to pin her either against the beds dashboard or the bed itself but either way she fully accepts his embrace.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would do so, gently laying her on her back and continuing to kiss her, sometimes slipping his tongue into her mouth to french kiss, by now he was completely on top of her, he'd break the kiss for a moment and lovingly look into her eyes*\n\nI've never met a lady, so stunning, it's as if I'm in a dream, a blissful nirvana every time I gaze upon the masterpiece that is you~"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She would reciprocate the French kiss, her tongue was almost wild and loose like a whipping cord or a whiplash but it was gentle and smooth as it lathers itself around his tongue until they pulled away.*\n\n*Her body temperature was increasing.* \"You know jussssst what to ssssssay to me to get me all buttered up you sweetheart~ if you think I'm that much of a masssterpiece~\" *Her tongue flickers mischievously.* \"I want you to worship my body~ if we're to do this my love, I want every single moment, sssssensation and sense... To be ssssspecial~ I love you so much Laz~\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Of course, I want you to feel as if you are a goddess, being worshipped by your most faithful follower\n\nI love you so so very much Iruyumi~\n\n*He would be looking down on her, leaning down to begin kissing her again, this time his hand would begin to gently grope and squeeze her breast, not so much in a horny desperate way, but rather in a loving tender way*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She kisses him back, deeper, her mouth almost unhinges and extends around his to fit around his own. She moans gently, she wasn't horny either but his touch made her in love with him even more.*\n\n*He was so gentle with her, so tender, so warm. There were barely any blankets but if there were, they'd be covered in them. She does the same with his muscles, caressing them gently.*\n\n*Her coils were spread out yet wrapped around his legs firmly once they got a hold of him.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He continued to gently worship her body, getting ever deeper into the loving kisses and such. He would move his mouth from her lips to her neck, and gently begin laying kisses from her chin down to her collar bone, all the while his soft yet still undeniably firm hands felt her body*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "\"Oh my god~\" *She whispers, huffing and hitching her breathing, her body moving up and down with every breath she took. She leans into his kisses, giggling cutely for a min minute or two before she murmured wantingly.* \"Lower~\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would chuckle silently, slowly placing kisses lower and lower down her body, his hands moving aswell, following just a few inches above his face, until they were at her waist, he would give her a gentle playful bite before looking up to her, as if asking \"What next?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She moans, coils now shifting over onto his waist, tail around his head, moving, shifting all around him and the bed as if to say \"You're mine\" Before looking down at him with a mischievous look, her snake tongue flicking eagerly.*\n\n\"You're playful. I like that in you~\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Hehe, you know I'm yours for the night, got no plans, other than you~\n\n*He would embrace the coils and tail wrapping around him, his look of playful flirting and slight arousal, he wanted her as much as she wanted him*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "\"Well if that's sssssso... How about we do it? We do it all. I have parts that you want~\" *Begins belly dancing, motioning her midsection in wavy, side to side motions, she even uses her shoulders to shimmy and jiggle her chest.*\n\n\"I'm yours, and you can do whatever you wish to me. I love you so much the primal... Ness of it all is ssssso indescribable.\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Hehe, I wouldn't mind that one bit, the same goes for you, anything you want to explore on my body is yours for the taking~\n\n*He would smile before going even lower, until he reached her crotch area, he would smile and kiss the midsection right above her opening, teasing her*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She does more than moan now, softly gasping and huffing with slow breaths. She rolls her midsection over his lips.*\n\n\"Ohhh Lazarus~\" *She murmurs out. Then her opening, dangerously close and making her shiver, squirming for him to have a taste at her, more than just her mouth.*\n\n\"I'll explore your body, once you kiss and explore mine~\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Deal~\n\n*He would then slowly run his tongue from her mid-section, down to her opening, slowly swirling his tongue around her clit, giving it a kiss and then pressing his lips against hers, pushing his tongue inside and beginning to lick her walls, using the alphabet tactic*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*Now moans shifted to hisses and desperate cries although she tries to keep quiet, despite failing. She especially loved it whenever he licks around her belly or her midsection, just worshipping her body.*\n\n*Iru was in heaven, so much more than heaven with Lazarus and his rubbing and groping around her body, from her naked back and ass cheeks to her chest.*\n\n\"Ohhh yesssss right there~ right there my love! Please!~ Keep going more around me and my body!\" *She begs*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would keep exploring her body, biting her thigh area where her coils began, running his tongue along her belly, when he was lower on her body his hands would reach behind her and grope her ass firmly*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She would moan lightly, gently biting her lower lip with her fangs, which made her look all the more cute and adorable. She rolls her belly along his tongue, heaving out breaths of lust and yet this wasn't a love solely based upon lust. This was love of the highest order. She rubs her ass cheeks along his hands eagerly, she yelped when he bit her.* \n\n\"Laz~ ohhh Laz~\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would continue to explore her body, he felt the same as she did, this wasnt an act of pure lust but instead it was an act of love, he would slowly climb up her body, kissing her belly up to her chest, he would then gently bite the side of her left breast before circling his tongue ontop of it*\n\nYou're so damn beautiful"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "\"Oh god~ I'm gonna pleasure you... So much~\" *She promised, smiling cutely at him kissing around her belly and breasts. She groans as he bit her left breast, circling his tongue around it only caused her to shiver shriek, like a moan but louder and shaky.* \n\n\"You're so good at thissss~ I want only you Laz\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "I with you, you are the one for me~\n\n*Finally he would leave a trail of bites from her breasts to her neck, where he would gently suck and lick various areas, such as her collar bone, he would leave a hickey or two aswell*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "\"Ohhh yeeessss mark me~\" *She gleefully replies, leaning into the bites no matter how hard, soft or gentle they may have been. It actually makes her bite his neck, leaving literal sore snake bites.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He didn't mind, infact he rather enjoyed her bites, letting out a pleasureful moan-ish grunt, he would finish and once more kiss her for a few moments before looking her lovingly in the eyes*\n\nYour turn~"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She stared back, licking her lips as her body rubs onto his territorially, like if she was a predator. She kisses his neck, sucking and leaving hickies all over his neck and collarbone.*\n\n*She licks at his abs, oggling and adoring them just by looking at them, cupping them in her scaly hands. She then kisses and worships his abs, her snake tongue wrapping around and massaging his muscles.* \"Mmm meaty~\" *She seductively said.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would give her full access to his body, enjoying the sensations he felt from her passion filled kisses and licks, when she got to his abs he seemed to recoil a little but almost instantly relax once more, the more you explored the more you realized he was rather sensitive to touch*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She realizes this and smiles, giving off a sexy smirk* \"Ohhh~ i sssssee\" *Massages his muscles with her fingers, any other part of his midsection or his abs her belly and titties would do the rest of the magic.* \"You're jussssst as sssssensitive as I am~ good, I like that Laz~\" *She chuckle hisses.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Hheh yeah I guess I am~\n\n*He would consistently react, via flinching or arching his back a little, with each and every touch of her fragile hands he would respond in an adequate way, he looked down at her, nothing but love and passion filling his eyes*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "\"Well how about we do thissss?~\" *Her hissing was like a mesmerizing melody, always so soft and sultry. Her hands reach around his back, massaging and even being cheeky by groping his ass.* \"Ssssso firm~ so... Beefy~\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would react as usual. When you got to his ass he would flinch more than before, but ease into it like he did with the others, he was now bright with blush, filled with emotions he had rarely felt before, he laid, looking at the ceiling, marveling at his immense luck to have found someone like her*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "\"Hmmm now would you like sssssssomething special? Something I've been practicing on really, really well?~ Something that it's only going to be special for you. And it's a very special dance. A dance my people do... When we've found our lover or mate.\"\n\n*She gets off of him, her body looked so big and full, so curvy and arousing.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "I would like that~ \n\nTheres nothing I'd enjoy more than solidifying our bond with a ritual like that, I really really do think you are the one for me\n\n*He would look at her, smiling and gently caressing her cheek with his hand*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "Her tail flicks on a music player and it was sexy slow drums, middle eastern sounding as she begins maneuvering her hips by bumping, swaying or sashaying them from slow side to side. She even maneuvers her belly and breasts to slowly circle them around*\n\n*Oval like motions, turning to circles turning to very sexy multiple hip bumps. Her belly rolls, slides, liquid like water and fluidly in moving motion.* \"You like it?~ It's my lamia belly dance~\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Wow. It leaves me breathless.\n\nIve never seen something so enchanting, truly like a work of art I can't turn away from it\n\n*He would marvel at her skills, and let the thought sink in that he was now comfortably hers, and he was in the end fine with that, he liked her, and it's clear she likes him*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*Soon after she stops her dancing, finishing it off with a rapidly sexy shimmying with her hips.*\n\n\"What would you like to do now? Now that we're official~\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "Whatever you'd like~\n\n*He would open his arms, signaling that the choice was hers, she could do anything or command him to do anything and he would go with it, he was serious too*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "\"Thissss your first time with a woman?\" *She asked, laying down onto him, rubbing his chest and abs just softly with her hands. She insinuated more but she didn't want to say it for fear of rejection and being pushed away. She loves him so much that she would do anything with him.*\n\n\"To be honest... I wanna... Kiss you again and I wanna rub my body on yours, to feel your skin on mine\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"Auhhm... Maybe.. And by maybe I mean definitely, im not exactly the type to do this often haha..\"\n\n*He would blush and look away embarassed, but when she asked to continue kissing him and feeling him again he would nod his head in agreement*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She chuckled and hugs him, cuddling her body with his, licking her lips as she caresses his face and cheek with her scaly fingers.*\n\n\"Well if you wanna save the spicy stuff for a different, more appropriate night. I'll just\" *She leans in* \"Stick to kissing~\" *She kisses him, long, hard and deep, moaning in the process.*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would be fine with that, continuing to kiss and caress her body, her warm embrace was enough for now. He would smile happily knowing that he has now met someone who loves him for him*"
},
{
"author": "Iruyumi Momoshi",
"message": "*She continued to do so, kissing him felt so right and instinctually, her entire senses took over. She was gentle and softer with him, coils tightly, possessively as if she would never ever let go of him. Her mouth continues slowly and smoothly grazing over his, cuddling with him in the bedroom of the hotel.*"
}
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{
"author": "Karen \"Paige\" Starr",
"message": "*`A rhythym of knocking at an interval of 2 was heard. Paige stood there with her height being so great that her boobs were the only thing visible from the peephole in the door.`*\n\n***\"Ock? You there?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "*Paige could here a clear rushing of feet in the room, a stimwas used\n\nMaybe 4 instead. Octane was setting up the room before opening the door, leaning on the door frame half naked*\n\n\"You didn't hear me running around hopefully. But I've been waiting\" *He smiles while allowing her in*"
},
{
"author": "Karen \"Paige\" Starr",
"message": "*`Paige herself has slipped by the cameras basically naked herself, wearing her usual \"Skimpy\" Outfit that consisted of pajama pants cut off to be booty shorts and pasties that this time were TnT bombs in a cartoony fashion.`*\n\n***\"Totally didn't but I can tell.\"***\n\n*`Paige walked in, putting the do not disturb card on the door handle. She locked the door and walked along the short hallway, strutting her GYAT. Paige looked around the rather small room, then making sure that he got the blinds right.`*\n\n***\" What're you feeling tonight man?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"Honestly. I've been wanting to see if you can keep up if I still both of us at the same time so... Rough shit tonight?\" *He closes the door after just dropping his jaw as she walked past him. He planted the classic do not disturb sign at the door and locked it just incase. \n\nHe then walked up next to her before pulling out a small band of stims which rolled out to form a line.*\n\n\"Good idea?\""
},
{
"author": "Karen \"Paige\" Starr",
"message": "***\"Yeah just lemme-.\"***\n\n*`Paige non chelauntly walked up to a wooden table, going to the edge and pushing her shoulder against the edge. She made a small puncture hole, then putting a stim inside the wound as she grunted out.`*\n\n***\"WHaa-t The hell...?!\"***\n\n*`She grabbed onto octane, kissing him before zipping off him, bro got an energy boost she never had before. Karen began throwing ass like there was no tomorrow, slowly stripping her pants down to just halfway down her ass.`*"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"OH fuck I forgot about first time users are cracked OUT\" *He was genuinely stunned and pushed back to the bed. He soon just pulled her into his lap after his pants blew off. His penis landing between her fat ass cheeks*\n\n\"Don't worry I got you!\" *He held her down with as much power as he could muster*"
},
{
"author": "theapplecat",
"message": "Got distracted with the forest now"
},
{
"author": "nappacalle",
"message": "Ay good destraction"
},
{
"author": "Karen \"Paige\" Starr",
"message": "*`She began grinding on his ass, her ass stroking up and down on his cock as she shivered, her body shook like crazy as she leaned back and wrapped her arm around his shoulders and held onto him. Paige hugged him desperately and kept going.`*\n\n***\"C-could'v w-wa-wa-rned... ME!\"***"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"Shit chica I'm sorry. But we're both getting a- fuck. New experience out of this\" *He couldnt handle this for long. It was too good. But what if he was inside instead?*\n\n*He bucked his hips to push her up, with the adrenaline in his bloodstream he could do this easily. As she was given space he used his lowest hand to aim himself so she fell right on his tip. His higher hand groped one of her milk sacks and kneaded it in his palm*"
},
{
"author": "Karen \"Paige\" Starr",
"message": "*`Karen bit her lip and tried not to make noise as she kept going when he pushed inside of her. Some decent hardcore anal, all topped off by a bubbly but that would easily be mistaken for fake if you didn't account for bodyfat and musculoskeletal structure. She put a hand on his and then slid it under, putting her mega milker into his mouth as she had to bit into a pillow to not scream.`*"
},
{
"author": "Octavio S. 'Octane'",
"message": "\"Sorry chica. It's too late now though! You can power through it!\" *He said while his hand tightened around her body. He couldn't hold it it for much longer.*\n\n\"I'm close mija!\" *He exclaimed. Soon he stuffed his mouth with any part of her he could just to silence himself*"
},
{
"author": "Karen \"Paige\" Starr",
"message": "*`Paige kept going, huffing and grunting as she slammed her booty down on his waist, letting him pump her full of gooey cum that overflowed in between them.`*\n\n***\"F... Uck...!~\"***\n\n*`She made out with octane, ready for round 2 already.`*"
}
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{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "\"Sorry for coming in late! We got stuck in uh— traffic? Is that what you call it?\" *The woman chimed, her high heels quietly tapping within the hallway. Just for the occasion she decided to sport a skin-tight dress that defined her curves perfectly, swaying her hips with every step she took. Although she had no intention to look this ravishing, she couldn't prevent the many eyes from laying on her.*"
},
{
"author": "Bebop",
"message": "*He then stood up fully feeling a little embarrassed as he came in his work attire. Rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.* \n\n\"Oh hey! It's no worries. Uhh nice to meet you!\" *He held his hand out for a handshake, towering over the woman. Her.. A mutant? No god damn way.*"
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*She'd stare in surprise as he extended his hand, suggesting the girl had no clue what the gesture was for. She reached out anyway and gave it a squeeze, providing with an instance of her strength.* \"It's nice to meet you too.\" *She smiled, her serrated whites coming to display.*"
},
{
"author": "Bebop",
"message": "*Something would pop, though he was glad she wasn't lying about the mutant part no way a human was that strong.* \n\n\"You know.. You're very.. Beautiful.\" *He was nervous due to the fact that he hadn't gotten romantic since his transformation a long while back.*\n\n*A small smile appearing in his face.*"
}
] | 67 | 286 |
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{
"author": "Vegeta",
"message": "*Vegeta would quickly make his way home. Softly landing in-front of their capsule corp door step. He would place her down like the delicate the flower she was* \n\n\"Prepare yourself woman.\" *He said crossing his arms. Waiting for her to open the door. He was all hot n bothered by her usual commanding words.*"
},
{
"author": "Bulma Briefs",
"message": "*She would merely giggle with excitement.* \"Oh trust me I'm rushing-\" *She states as she manages to get the door open and pulls him inside before locking it behind them. Where the two could be alone at last, and without much of a warning she reaches up to him and pulls him into a passionate kiss*"
},
{
"author": "Vegeta",
"message": "*He would reach down. Grabbing her hips and pulling her against his body as he kissed back. He wanted nothing more than to show her how much he loved her. Closing his eyes and leaning into the kiss. Finally free to show as much emotion now that he was inside of his own home.*"
},
{
"author": "Bulma Briefs",
"message": "*Her arms would lock around his neck as she would slip a bit of tongue in between their kiss. Fighting and tangling his before pulling away to catch her breath. All the while she smiles deviously enjoying this as much as he was*"
},
{
"author": "Vegeta",
"message": "\"I have been gone for training far too long. I miss you my love.\" *He said as his hands started to feel her body. Tempted to tear her out of the clothes she was wearing.* \n\n\"I mean it.\""
}
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{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*They appeared in one of the hotel rooms, he pinned her down to the bed and began gently kissing all over her neck*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her hands ran down his shoulders, to his back as she let out a breathy moan.* \"F-fuck...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He began to kiss onto her chests before slowly moving down to her pelvis. He slowly pulled the bottom part of her bathing suit off before starting to kiss the outside of her pussy*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia bit her lip, as one of her hands played with locks of his hair. Her hips bucked up, sensitive to his touch.* \"Ota...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He kissed her pussy a couple more times before sticking his tongue inside. He swirled it around as he pulled down his trunks, he then wrapped his arms around her legs and push his tongue even deeper*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her thighs instinctively clenched together, one hand going to grip the sheets of the bed. She was dripping with arousal, with her bathing suit top sticking to the curves of her breasts.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He pulled away from her pussy as with a line of drool hanging onto his lips. He then got up and placed his throbbing cock where her womb was. He then used his mouth to take off the rest of her bathing suit before kissing her once more*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*A moan escaped her lips as they kissed, Aurelia's cunt was coated with her arousal and Otakemaru's saliva as she bucked her hips once more. Her hand squeezed his upper arm as she looked at him, eyes filled with want and perhaps even something more.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He slowly moved back until his tip was touching her entrance before slowly thrusting inside of her with need. He began thrusting as he suckled her breast*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her walls tightened around him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. While she wasn't a virgin, she still didn't fuck around much, so she took a little while to adjust. But once she did, her hips subconciously began to move to meet his. The sounds of their skin slapping together felt as if they were enhanced, as all she could begin to focus on was Otakemaru's huge cock and his mouth stimulating her breasts.* \"F-fuck~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He moaned in pleasure as her walls gripped around his cock, it took everything in him not to just destroy her womb in that instant but he wanted to take it slow for now. Although he did speed up noticeably it wasn't to the level of full on pounding yet*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her cunt pulsed already trying to milk him of all he had as she kissed his jawline.* \"Ota... Please?\""
},
{
"author": "floralore",
"message": "Is that alright? It's a nickname-"
},
{
"author": "bookiefrenzy",
"message": "Ohhhhhh, I didn't even realize that's what that was"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Please what... You want me to go faster?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia nodded vigorously, giving him a pleading look.* \"P-please Otakemaru? 'Wanna make you feel good too...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Ok, if that's what you want\"\n\n*He grabbed her legs and moved her into the mating press position. He drove his hips back before roughly thrusting balls deep inside of her, his tip was kissing her womb entrance as he began pounding her into the bed like a huge dog in heat*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her lips parted, gasping as she felt him enter deep into her, and her cunt enveloping him with her warmth.* \n\n\"Otakemaru~\" *She moaned, blush spreading around her cheeks as she glanced down to see his bulge move in and out of her tummy.* \"Thank you~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Your... So tight\"\n\n*His fluids mixed with hers as it began to leak out onto the bed, his pounding began making very lewd squelching noises as he pounded her senseless. He began kissing and gently biting on her lips as he switched over to pure breed mode*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"It feels so good!\" *She squealed out, her nails digging into his back. Her lips were slowly becoming a bit swollen and bruised, but she didn't mind it at all. Her head was starting to feel fuzzy and fucked out, and all she could feel was overwhelming desire and pleasure as he bred her.* \" K-keep going! Please, Ota? Want it all~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Fuck! If you keep talking like that I might not last much longer\"\n\n*He said as he began to leak precum inside of her, he got even harder just by the sound of her voice. He could already tell he was madly in love with this woman, and all he could think about was giving her kids*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Please, please~!\" *She said in between moans. Her breasts bounced hard with each of his thrusts, and her nipples hardened from all the stimulation. Tears of pleasure welled up in the corners of her eyes as she let out a loud moan.* \"Gods! 'wanna make you a daddy Ota~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Get ready Lia!!! Im bout to help you with that child situation!!!\"\n\n*He grunted in pleasure as he thrusted deep inside of her, his cock entered her womb and began pumping his hot, thick, fertile cum directly inside. His mind went blank as his hips buck ferociously, he kissed Aurelia as he was drooling a bit from all the stimulation*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back, likely leaving light scratch marks as she came, a mixture of her juices and his cum slowly dribbling out onto her inner thighs. Her chest heaved up and down as she panted, sloppily kissing Otakemaru back, pressing her chest up against his.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He slowly pulled out of her with a loud popping sound, his cum splurged out and painted the outside of her pussy*\n\n\"I love you Aurelia Crocus\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia whimpered at the loss, and did her best to keep what she could inside.* \"Love you Otakemaru...\" *She whispered, reaching up to kiss him.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He kissed her back as he laid down in the bed facing her, he wrapped his arms at her tightly and held her close to his body*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia snuggled up against him, enjoying their embrace while leaving soft kisses down his jaw to his neck.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Lets stay like this for a while\"\n\n*He kissed her some as well*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She giggled, looking up at him.* \"Yeah~ I'd like that.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Hopefully I did good for my first time, are you a pro at this or is this your first time as well?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"I-it was your first time?\" *She asked, jaw dropping as she looked up at him.* \n\"It wasn't mine.. But I've only slept with one other person, and even then it was only once...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I mean when you're at war 24/7 you don't get the privilege to have someone to care about. Even in this world women are just very picky, like one day they love short guys and then the next they don't date anyone below 6'5\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"I suppose you have a point there...\" *She whispered, smiling slightly. Aurelia pressed her chest against him as she looked up to him, with a certain look in her eyes.* \"Suppose we should let you indulge in all the sinly pleasure as we can then~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He looked down at her and began to blush slightly as his dick starting perking up again*\n\n\"What do you have in mind?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Well...\" *She whispered, going to stradle him. Her cunt was still dripping wet, and messy, but she began to rut herself against his cock, covering them both with their mixed slick.* \"I wanna do whatever you want to do Ota~ gotta make sure your satisfied... And to thank you...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Whatever makes me satisfied huh, are you on the pills Aurelia?\"\n\n*His cock instantly the second she started straddling him. His cock throbbed against her pussy, already ready to fill it up again*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She giggled, shaking her head.* \"I'm not.. But I doubt it'd make much of a difference seeing as you already put so much inside me...\" \n\n*Aurelia leaned down, pressing her lips against his. Strands of her hair fell out from her loose bun, whilst her bangs still clung onto her head from sheens of sweat.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Good... I like to see you happy, anything you want me to do to you I will do\"\n\n*He kissed her back as his hands moved to her waist*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"I wanna give you a child Ota... 'n I wanna do all I can to satisfy you... Do your worst... Or best to me. Fuck me anyway you want. I'm yours...\" *She said, her hands roaming his chest.*\n\n\"You can even take me in your true form... If you'd like.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I'll take you up on that challenge\"\n\n*He closed his eyes as his skin began to fade away, his true form appeared before her as him and his dick grew significantly*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia smiled, and leaned down to kiss him once more.* \"Fill me up, Ota?\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He responded with a growl as he lifted Aurelia up, he positioned her on top of his tip before slamming her down onto his throbbing member. He began pounding her as he made a large bulge in his stomach each time he thrusted*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Ah~ Ota!\" *She moaned out, enjoying the feeling of him spreading her open once more.* \"Feels so good!\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*His long demon tongue lick all over her breast as he sloshed her insides around. His dick was pounding her womb like a drum while his balls clenched in ecstasy*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia gasped, clenching around him as she cupped her breasts together form him.* \"Ota~ make me swell with your cum~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He began pumping faster, essentially using Aurelia as a pocket pussy. All he could think about was breeding Aurelia as he groaned in pleasure. He began leaking a little bit of precum as she clenched around his shaft even more.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her cunt, gushing, did its best to milk his cock as she held onto him.* \"Oh yes~ Ota! Please keep going. Need to make sure we make a baby...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*His hips began bucking as his balls began to tense up, he began drowning her insides with precum as he felt her milking him immense strength.*\n\n\"Close...\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her tits bounced, as she felt him Inside of her. Aurelia couldn't hold back her moans, and her hands reached for anything they could hold on to.* \"Ota please! Make me so round that people already think I'm with child...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He clenched his teeth and drove his shaft into her womb, he began releasing tons of his demonic sperm directly into her uterus. His balls clenched up into his scrotum as her belly quickly expanded to hold his load*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Her back arched as she threw her head back, lips parted by a silent gasp. Her hands tightly gripped onto Otakemaru.* \"T-thank you...\" *She mewled out, a rather lewd expression on her face as she gazed upon him. She continued moving her hips, making sure that his cock would keep all his sperm inside of her. She didn't want a single drop to spill out.* \n\n\"Love you so much~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He was still cumming inside of her before his balls completely drained themselves. This time he kept her on himself so that all of his sperm could impregnate all of the eggs she could produce*\n\n\"I love you too...\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia giggled, leaning down to kiss his chest.* \"Thank you Ota~ I can't wait to see our children...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Hopefully they will beautiful like their mother\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Or, handsome like their father~\" *She cooed, peppering kisses all over his face.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He wrapped his gigantic arms around her as he lightly nuzzled her*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia laughed, hugging him happily. Sure, things escalated quickly, but she was happier than she'd ever been, and she hoped that he felt the same.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"For someone so innocent looking you sure do know how to make a guy happy\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"I'll take that as a compliment~\" *She said, grinning.* \"Besides, of course I'd do my best to make the father of my children happy...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Is it too early to marry you?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Mmm... Maybe a little. But I know that I'd love to marry you someday.\" *She whispered, glancing up at him.* \"I think it'd be really nice.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"We can have a grand wedding that last for an entire week or something. How do you feel about yourself though, I mean at some point you will die of old age and I will still be in my youth, how do you feel about me using magic on you?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"...Um, I suppose I wouldn't mind? As long as I you know, stay me. But wouldn't our children die too then?\" *Aurelia hadn't thought of that aspect before.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Nope, my species can live for thousands of years with showing any signs of age, look at me, I'm around 900 and a look like I'm a 20 year old human male\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Oh! Then I suppose I wouldn't have to worry, hmm!\" *Aurelia giggled, leaning forward to press her lips against his.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He kissed her back passionately*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She pressed her chest against his and giggled, continuing to kiss him.* \"And then someday we can give our child more siblings perhaps?\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Oh you probably have triplets by now, I exploded in you twice\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She giggled, kissing his neck and leaving slight love bites.* \n\n\"We'll see~ I wouldn't mind having a large family with you Otakemaru...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I wouldn't mind if I had a large family with you, your the best thing that this world has to offer\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Mhmm~\" *Aurelia propped herself up, her tits jiggling as she elevated her torso.* \"And I'd get to wake up besides such a *Handsome* Fella too!\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Imagine if you swiped left on me, we would have never felt this happiness\"\n\n*He used his magic to block his cum from leaving her womb, he then shrank down to his human form and rubbed her love handles*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia giggled, nodding.* \"That's true... I'm glad I did though!\" \n\n*Aurelia felt a little weird when he did that, but got used to his magic in a matter of seconds.* \"I love your touch...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I love yours even more, your soft like a pillow\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.* \"I'll be sure to bless you with my touch as often as I can then~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"You know how you said your friend got you to go on a dating app, I might need to meet this person and thank them for existing\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Oh I'm sure you will! I have to introduce you to my siblings anyways.* \"She said, grinning.* \"Although, my sister already knows about you..\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"She does, in what way?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia blushed, looking away.* \"When we first matched... I might've gushed about you to her.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Oh really?\"\n\n*He chuckled*\n\n\"What exactly were your thoughts about me?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia covered her face in embarrassment and groaned.* \"I thought you were really sweet and handsome. And you definitely are!\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I would say I did the same but I have no friends\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Oh baby...\" *She muttered, hugging him close to her chest.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"But I don't need friends when I have you\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"You're too sweet Ota~\" *Aurelia said, smiling at him.* \"I think you deserve a little... *Treat*\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He smiled back at her*\n\n\"What type of treat?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Mmm...\" *She giggled, with a mischievous look in her eye.* \"A treat I think you'll like a lot...\" *She moved down so that she was in between his thighs and looked up at him once more, stroking his cock.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He almost instantly got hard again*\n\n\"You must have some type of magic, every you touch me I end up getting an erection\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia chuckled, gathering her tits and wrapping them around his cock, slowly moving her breasts up and down, sucking his tip.* \"Just means that I'm able to appeal to all of you~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I wonder why\"\n\n*He said sarcastically as his cock throbbed in between her soft breast and against her warm mouth*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia giggled, humming around him before she began to pick up her pace.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He groaned in pleasure as her tongue leaked the mixture of fluids from his tip*\n\n\"Is this a human thing, I've never seen someone put their mouth on it\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She looked up at him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as her lips left his cock with a 'pop'* \"Mmm... Maybe? I've never really thought about it but... It can be pretty pleasurable for both parties involved I think. I like having things in my mouth so...\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"How does it taste?\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "\"Mmm...\" *She sucks his tip again before smiling,* \"It's salty, but like- in a nice way? I don't really know how to describe it.\" *She said, giggling.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Well if you like it maybe I'll let you do this every once and a while\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She nodded, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, taking more of him in her mouth.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Fuck... It's like you have a pussy in your mouth too\"\n\n*He rested his hand at the back of her head while the other one gripped the sheets*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia giggled, and began to bob her head faster, using her tongue to stimulate the underside of his cock as well. She then also brought one of her hands up to his balls and began to fondle them as well. All they could hear was the sound of Aurelia practically fucking her mouth with his dick, some drool mixed with his precum dribbling down the sides of her mouth. The harder she went, the lewder she looked.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*His balls pulsed in her hand as he bucked his hips each time she went down. He started slightly thrusting in sync with her as he looked at her lewd face, his dick felt like it was going to explode from pleasure as it constantly leaked precum*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia moaned, continuing her ministrations as she bobbed her head.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Aurelia, I'm going to do something and I need you to trust me\"\n\n*He moved both of his hands to the back of her head in anticipation*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She looked up, and nodded, pausing her head movements.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He gripped her head before shoving his cock all the way down her throat, a big and long pulsing bulge could be seen in her throat as he started to fuck her throat like an animal in heat*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia gagged for a second, but recovered. She let him take control and use her throat like a cock sleeve, using her tongue to swirl around his cock whenever she could to further satisfy him. She found that she actually rather enjoyed it, being used like this.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "*He fuck her throat like she wasn't even a person, like he was fucking a pocket pussy or something. He drooled like a wild animal as he went berserk on her throat, his legs tensed as he was nearing his orgasm*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia moaned, looking up at him with her innocent eyes as she sucked him off, a mixture of her drool and his precum spilling from the sides of her mouth and slowly dripping onto her pert nipples. She did her best to make her throat just as soft as the insides of her pussy, and that it milked his cock as well, pulsing around him with each breath she took.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Im... About... TO EXPLODE!!!\"\n\n*He thrusted balls deep inside of her throat as his eyes rolled back into his head and his tongue came out of his mouth. He began releasing his biggest and hottest load yet down her pussy-like throat, he rutted his hips with each rope of cum as his balls clenched and retracted in ecstasy*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia swallowed as much as she could, but was unable to prevent globules from spilling out from her mouth. * \"Mmph~\"\n\n*Then, she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to show just how much she swallowed, not caring that she was still covered in cum and sweat.* \"Tada~\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"So lewd... But so beautiful at the same time\"\n\n*He opened her cheek with his thumb*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia giggled, nuzzling his hand as she stared up at him.* \"Did I do good?\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"You did wonderful\"\n\n*He lifted her up and began big spooning her*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia grinned, snuggling up to him as she enjoyed his warmth.*"
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I hope you know the world is in your hands, if you ever leave me or cheat on me I will destroy the world\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She smiled, turning to look at him.* \"I would never. Not willingly at least.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"Good\"\n\n*He began kissing on the back of her neck gently*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*Aurelia chuckled, giving him more room on her neck.* \"As long as you promise to not leave or cheat on me either... I doubt you will, but still.\""
},
{
"author": "Otakemaru",
"message": "\"I would never even consider it my love\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelia Crocus",
"message": "*She nodded, pressing her lips against his.* \"I'm glad.\""
}
] | 34 | 4,450 |
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{
"author": "Bullfrog",
"message": "*Bullfrog would be sitting in a large slouched chair, sipping a juicebox, wearing his usual assassin attire*"
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*The woman sat beside the hooded amphibian, unaware of its presence as she remained immersed in a pamphlet she grabbed. It was French. How the hell did she confuse Spanish with French? She looked around nervously, setting her eyes on the stranger that sat close. Part of her was embarrassed to inquire on it, but the other demanded she knew where the hell she was going. She sighed, cheeks burning red as she tapped his shoulder lightly.* \"Excuse... Meeee...\""
},
{
"author": "Bullfrog",
"message": "\"Hm? Oh yes, hello ma-am, do you need assistance?\"\n\n*He spoke in a heavy French accent, he would perk up and sit on the edge of the seat to face her, waiting patently to see if she needed help with something*"
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*She felt somewhat relieved by the accent, but didn't dare to make further speculations until she had asked. She extended the pamphlet his way, pointing at the colorful map and its tracks.* \"I... Was wondering if you could... Help me find the spa, please...\""
},
{
"author": "Bullfrog",
"message": "*He would take the pamphlet and read it quickly, turning it over to find the large map with the icons, he would point at the weird pink-ish icon with a cloud on it*\n\n\"I believe its that one! This is my first time here though so I may not be correct, we can check together if you'd like?\""
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*Marina let a small sigh slip past her lips, her worried expression curling into a relieved one. She had formerly presumed it would be there, but wouldn't take the chance on making a fool out of herself on her very first trip. She looked down at the amphibian with a smile, flashing her serrated teeth.* \"Of course, thank you so much! I don't want the humans to think I'm some sort of idiot.\""
},
{
"author": "Bullfrog",
"message": "\"I completely understand!! It can be really confusing sometimes haha!\"\n\n*He would smile back at her, not intimidated by her big teef, he would get up and gesture for her to follow as he would walk to the spa*"
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*The girl tagged along, though her curiosity newly peaked upon inspecting his unique features— was he a sea turtle of sorts? No— too glossy, not a fish either, but perhaps something more common inland? She reached out to gently touch an exposed part of his arm, withdrawing as soon as she felt mucus layering his skin.*"
},
{
"author": "Bullfrog",
"message": "\"Hm? Oh! Sorry about that- can't help it, wish I could haha-\"\n\n*He would turn around and rub the back of his head, he had big hand.. Toe pad things, through observation and basing by his color he must be... A frog!! He would be nervous, hoping he didn't freak her out, he seen that they had coincidentally stopped right by the spa*"
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*She looked at her hand, captivated by his uniqueness rather than displaying an inkling of disgust. She reached out to touch him again. And again. Her hands gently squeezing his cheeks, naturally fascinated by this frog. Him.*"
},
{
"author": "Bullfrog",
"message": "*He would feel kinda awkward but generally wouldn't mind the touching, he would turn to face her fully and allow her to grab at him and fufill her curiosity*\n\n\"Never uhh, seen a frog before?\""
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*She shakes her head and resumes with her thorough inspection. Squishy, slimy, small. She likes him. Why does she like him? She doesn't know, but there's something about him that makes her want to stick around. She finally backs away, her hands feeling sludgy with mucus.* \"Sorry, this is my first time.\""
},
{
"author": "Bullfrog",
"message": "\"No no dont worry about it, its okay to be curious!\"\n\n*He would give her a gentle polite smile before starting to walk to the spa, opening the door for her to walk in*"
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "\"Did you come here on your own?\" *The woman asked, an inkling of curiosity seeping from her voice. The odd pair walked into the entrance, being greeted by the receptionist and a couple beauty specialists.*"
},
{
"author": "Bullfrog",
"message": "\"I err... Don't remember to be completely honest eheh, isnt the first time I've appeared somewhere without knowing why\"\n\n*He would smile and wave at the receptionists and beauty specialists, he was very polite waiting for marina to say the first thing because he's the type of guy to eat the wrong order because he fears confrontation in a social setting*"
},
{
"author": "Marina",
"message": "*Marina tilts her head, his words heightening her curiosity— without a hint of suspicion on his whereabouts. Her attention then was diverted by the receptionist who had bluntly offered a couple's treatment, showing them a pamphlet of what it included. She just about to reject the offer when she thought the possibility to make friends with Bullfrog, allow him to join her. The woman hesitated a moment, then took the pamphlet with renewed eagerness, looking over at the frog with a smile.* \"Would you... Like to join me?\""
},
{
"author": "Bullfrog",
"message": "*He would look up at her, a little stunned for a moment, he would think even though he already clearly in his mind knew the answer, with a big smile he would happily respond*\n\n\"If you'll have me, oui\""
}
] | 57 | 1,074 |
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{
"author": "theanarchist666_",
"message": "So how this be working"
},
{
"author": "mammonsleftnut",
"message": "Maybe she can come over to his place and drop off the paperwork 🫡"
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "*Adam was just chilling in his chair. The paperwork was so fucking stressful he'd groaned everytime Sera sent it in. Being the first man that went into heaven sure had its ups and downs and this was one of them. God it was such a BUZZ KILL. But he had his faithful lieutenant Lute \"Danger Tits\" Right by his side every time. Now that was loyalty, unlike Vaggisaurus. That traitorous bitch. He saw Lute come in and god that smile that made him look like he belonged in heaven.*\n\n\"Yooo Lute! Glad you came. Glad you're here!\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Exorcist Angel",
"message": "The woman entered his house wearing a backpack, promptly placing it on the table with a soft thud. Upon opening it, she extracted neatly organized stacks of paper, each meticulously categorized by sections. After the shit that happened during the court, it was only expected to have this much. \n\n\"Adam, sir. I've brought my paperwork too, requiring your signature of approval before it reaches the higher-ups. However, everything here is yours. I've triple-checked to make sure everything is correct.\" \n\nWith her arms behind her back, she maintained a composed demeanor. Behind the mask, her face appeared somewhat tired."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"Damn triple checked? I knew you were thorough but never *This* Thorough! Good job! If you want, we could do the paperwork together and talk about shit. God that's a lot of paperwork. Doesn't Sera Xerox these to everyone just for funsies?\" He asked. Adam being Adam. \"I think what I did in court justifies her having me do these mountains upon mountains of paperwork. So much red tape you could cut it with just simple tension.\"\n\n\"Soooo... What you been doing? Up to anything new Lute?\" He asked, pulling the papers out magically with just the snap of his fingers, followed by the conjuration of a godly, divine looking pen, in golden cursive, engraved onto the blackened pen was God was Here. He begins jotting down stuff, signing his signature of approval on every single one when he was finished looking them over one by one.\n\n\"Like I swear, these papers are in the double, if not triple digits so that's a lotta double checking Lute. Heaven has its work I guess.\" He sighs, pulling out a large back of McHeavens.\n\n\"Badababa! We're all lovin this\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Exorcist Angel",
"message": "Lute couldn't suppress a smug grin as he showered her with praise. Receiving compliments from your boss is one thing, but when you deeply *Admire* Them, it takes the satisfaction to a whole new level, making those hours seem almost worth it. \"I'm starting to suspect Her Highness is punishing us for letting the cat out of the bag. But I agree, what you did was the right thing but half the court has lost their minds for even considering going through that shitty hotel scheme.\"She observed him effortlessly signing his name, and the angel within her was delighted that he hadn't discovered a single mistake.\n\n\"Nothing new as of now. I've just been so focused on the paperwork I didn't go out much this weekend. Word got out to the other exterminators about the death back in hell. Since we found the body I've been dealing with their complaints so you don't have to. But I trust you've been keeping well, sir?\" \n\nFamiliar with the layout of his house, Lute retrieved her own plate and confidently served herself from the meal he had gotten for her from McHeavens. Whenever she visited, she made it a point to clean up after herself, almost leaving no trace of her presence. Tidying up where needed, she ensured everything was in order as if she had never been there in the first place. \n\nShe sat beside him, leaving a comfortable amount of space between them, ensuring not to cross any lines. \"Thank you for the food again, sir. I'll make sure to have the paperwork turned in to her first thing tomorrow morning.\""
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"Oh yeah super well. I mean if Sera at least once thought like me she'd be laughing at those smug little bitches who thought that they were actually gonna win and take the case in court. We showed those cunts though HAHAHAH! I loved it? Did you fucking see that? They were all like \"Oh no you motherfucker... You can't! Please stop!\" As I was hurling their asses through the portal back to Hell.\"\n\n\"Good shit. Good shit indeed. Good tunes coming from Emily, but to think she'd question herself and ally with the demons? God would definitely consider that as blasphemous if he ever fuckin found out.\"\n\nHe turned towards her and pounded her shoulder with his fist, kinda playfully as well as he still has that shit eating smile, probably way better than Alastor himself.\n\n\"Of course anytime, you're one of my tops, and probably the best exterminator I ever have so it's only right, natural and fair that i get you food. Plus if I didn't I would've or would have to cook in the allotted time you said to me and you know how much I suck ass at cooking. I HATE COOKING! Its better to just eat out! I mean... Take orders from restaurants. Look the point is, we win, they lost, case closed and now we just gotta wait for Sera to calm down and get things straightened out. After that, we kill everyone, set that hotel to rubble and enjoy ourselves in heaven. The natural order shall be RESTORED! FUCK YES!\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "\"Cooking is better than always going out... You should learn how to, sir. The only time I venture out is when it's with you.\" Gracefully, she removed her mask and placed it aside, handing Adam some napkins she got from the kitchen. She didn't really like these types of places, but she dealt with it since Adam seemed to like it. Lute savored her first bite, revealing her flexibility in catering to Adam's palate, even though she'd rather have a homecooked meal, but she wasn't the type to complain about a nice gesture. \n\n\"Once we finish that shitty hotel we'll have less headache to deal with. I wish we could get rid of that brat who thinks she's just *So* Important. Tch, some kid they raised, thinking of a stupid idea like that *Fucking* Hotel.\" \n\nLute had annoyance written all over her face, irritated by the fact these hellspawns think they even deserve redemption. \n\n\"I don't understand why we can't just kill *Everyone* In hell on extermination day, not just the sinners. Besides their governing system is so weird... It's barely even functional.\" She crossed her legs, one over the other with her back pressed against the chair, always maintaining perfect posture. The bloodthirsty angel took another bite out of her meal, her brows furrowed together."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"I know right? How do you a raise a daughter and fuck up no raising her for like... What Hell represents. I blame Lilith and that Beelzebub suckling husband of hers Lucifer. If they both set her on the right path none of this would be happening. Alriiiiight ughhh I guess I'll learn how to cook.\"\n\n\"And yeah don't you like venturing out with me? I thought that was our dynamic, we both do awesome shit, I'm the holy divine being, you're the badass top exorcist and we just travel around showing people how we're better than them.\"\n\nAdam noted and noticed Lutes bloodlust, her bloodthirsty mannerisms. He honestly loved it and wasn't afraid to tell her how awesome it was. \"I love a woman who wants to kill those goddamned sinners and animals just as much as I do. If we kill everyone then our entertainment just dies. Better to let them simmer in that boiling pot they call and afterlife. And then when all's said and done. We can eliminate them completely afterwards. At least after the hotel. And I swear to Lord if they kill us more than we kill them I'm gonna be pissed.\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Exorcist Angel",
"message": "Lute reached for the plastic cup adorned with the McHeavens logo, sipping the beverage through the straw while nodding in agreement with Adam's words. \"Yes, I appreciate that you bring me along... Practically everywhere,\" She affirmed. As she took another sip, she nearly choked on the sweet tea when Adam expressed his admiration for a woman like her. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment from the sudden choking and blushing in response to his compliment. \n\nShe set the cup down on the table, playing it off as if he *Totally* Didn't catch her off guard. \nClearing her throat after the momentary mishap, Lute managed another one of her stern looks, twirling the straw in her drink absentmindedly. \"...Ahem.\" The soft shade of pink still tinted her paled cheeks. \n\n\"If word gets out... The next extermination would end up in a war, tch.\" She avoided eye contact with him, looking down at her food."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"You ok there? Go down the wrong tube or something? And yeah a big, massive war, with bloodshed and everything. Though for the sake of angel kind, I would rather it didn't turn into and be such a mess.\"\n\n\"So we take a couple battalions, take out anyone in our way and the BAM! We win. And i appreciate you appreciating me that we get to go out together almost everywhere.\"\n\nFucking noms into a burger and then takes sips of his soda. She was coughing an awful lot because of probably what he said. \"You sure you're good?\""
},
{
"author": "mammonsleftnut",
"message": "I j realized i used the wrong tupper oops"
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "\"I appreciate your concern, but I'm perfectly fine... Apologies for that.\" As her face gradually cooled down, she corrected her posture, allowing herself to meet Adam's gaze once more.\n\n\"Yeah, all good,\" She affirmed with a nod, taking another bite of her burger. She was almost done, considering she usually ordered a smaller portion than Adam. \"A mess and more paperwork,\" She added, echoing his earlier remark. Rising from her seat, she headed to the kitchen to return her plate.\n\n\"Ah, well, once again, sir, thank you for the meal. It's getting late, and I don't want to take up too much of your time,\" She called out from the kitchen, expressing her gratitude and acknowledging the passage of time."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"Aww you're going already? Bummer!\" He called back, continuing to grumble and do even more paperwork, making his guffaw and grunt even more. And then he nodded in agreement with all the whole mess and EVEN MORE paperwork statement, causing him to shake and cringe in disgust at the fact that it'd be moreso than this pile they've received.\n\nHe also finishes his meal, easily and without making a mess, stacking their plates on top of each other. \"No, no , you're fine. It's cool, people on Earth make the same thing happen and sometimes it's fucking hilarious seeing them choke for a bit on their own water, soda or whatever the hell they're drinking at the time. Its like, \"Yup, you fucked up, careful not to do that again.\" And then they don't do it again or they do and mouth to mouth needs to be done or the heimlich maneuver.\"\n\n\"Almost fuckin done. And then I can get back to playing my guitar and planning on exterminating those cunts and their trashy ass hotel. I mean... Why a hotel? Couldn't have you picked a better fucking theme for redemption? Its like The Shining but for redeeming sinners. Which would never work in a million years\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "Lute leaned against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest, doing her usual small nod as she listened. Her intimidating exterior was slowly cracking as he mentioned mouth-to-mouth... The blush returning to her cheeks. \"H-huh..? Dont you mean CPR? You know, mouth-to-mouth isn't the best since they could throw up or transfer their blood to you... And then if their blood has something, then...\" The angel nervously rambled on about the subject, detailing the potential risks associated with human mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, the blush only darkening. \n\n\"You'll finish it soon, sir.\" She put the plates in the dishwasher, and Lute turned away from Adam once again. \"Half of those sinners probably died in some shitty motel doing god knows what when they wasted their human lives. Maybe that rundown building will feel like home to them,\" She huffed, tucking a few strands of her silver hair behind her ear to keep it out of her face.\n\nShe closed the dishwasher, now looking up at Adam. \"Think Her Highness would be mad if we took a selfie with the remains of that shit hotel behind us? It'll just be a big dumpster fire. We should put their corpses in the picture too.\""
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "*He laughs like when he pranked Charlie for the second time.* \"Nah, we should totally take a selfie of that! Definitely. Humans die in crappy hotels and motels all the time I'm sure it's nothing new to the demonic hellspawn. And isn't CPR and mouth to mouth basically fitting into the same category? Whatever both have saved human lives a ton of times in the past, at least whenever they decided to figure that method out for themselves.\"\n\n\"That traitor should've learned to never defect from the angels, the exorcists and me! Me! Adam! Just because of some sinner kid that she had a soft heart for! She realized it was \"Wrong\" And then turned on us. And cutting off her wings? Badass! That's how you kick someone out of heaven Lute! The way you took out her eye?! Oh and don't forget when you sliced her wings off. And then delivered a KILLER one liner. Wish I saved that on video to be honest.\"\n\nHe then heard her saying that it'd be just a big dumpster fire. \"That and a big bonfire. I mean one we'd be able to cook marshmallows over. Say Lute... You sound nervous. Are you feeling alright?\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Exorcist Angel",
"message": "\"What was wrong was her being in heaven to begin with. A pure angel would've never done something like that *Bitch*. She was always unholy... I knew she liked women... It's so vile. I wish you had recorded it, the memory alone doesn't mimic her pitful screams. She is nothing.\" A look of disgust painted over Lute's face. \"She would've been better off dead in hell.\" Lute got a little carried away with her violent thoughts, but she was given the nickname angel of death for a reason, it was a great distraction too. \n\n\"That fire wouldn't be clean, they probably have those gross sex parties and shit in that hotel, I don't want my food to get tainted by that shit.\" As he asked her again she was almost hesitant to answer. \"Me? Nervous? Ha... Ha...\" She asked, nervously chuckling to herself, \"I thank you for the concern...\" The blush deepened, and if she were a demon, she might have felt an urge to violently bang her head against the wall from embarrassment alone, the sensation of her face burning intensifying. \"But I'm fine-\" \n\n\"Shit,\" She muttered under her breath, realizing she couldn't easily cover up. Her mask was quite a distance away."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"I wonder how you knew.\" Adam then sees Lute blushing and raises an eyebrow. Poor guy he was so clueless that she was fighting and resisting these charms, temptations and desires for him. Least that's what it seemed like. Eve was hardly ever around, Lute was a bloodthirsty angel of death and something about that sparked something within Adam. Nobody could tell if he was blushing or not. \n\n\"Alright, but your face is pink. I mean, I just have a secret that is forbidden pink. Are you sure you're feeling alright? I don't mean to pry but you're my number one and I care about you the most.\"\n\nAdam seemed genuine, tone and everything about Lute. If she died... He wouldn't know what to do. She seemed irreplaceable. Adam got up after singing the last one with the holy ink and then turned to Lute. \"I wouldn't go near that place if it wasn't for the exterminations with a hundred foot long yard stick. That place is filthy, disgusting and vile.\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "\"Oh-! I'm probably coming down with some kind of sickness, sir. That's the *Only* Explanation to why my face is pink... No other reason... At all.\" \n\n*I am STRONG! Get it together. Do NOT become a disappointment.* She tells herself once he started to show genuine care for her. Lutes expression softened, her gaze less serious as he turned. \n\n\"But it isn't anything serious sir, I assume it's because i've stayed up late this weekend doing paperwork. I haven't had much time to myself... However, work comes first. I want to assure you that I take my position seriously, Sir.\""
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"I thought angels couldn't get sick. Huh. Well be sure to get some rest. And you do! Nothing nor anyone can question your loyalties, towards me or Heaven! You've proven yourself time in and time again and you'll prove yourself during the exterminations.\"\n\nHe floats over, gently pats her on the back and the flies back over. \"We've got a big day in less than a month. So get your spear shined and your mask ready because more demon blood will be on that outfit in no time at all.\" He smiles gleefully, rubbing his hands together an evil grin plastered onto his face"
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "Honestly, she had made it up. Angels couldn't get sick—at least, that's what she assumed. Heaven was perfect, devoid of the damned diseases found in hell. Lute gave Adam a small smile as he patted her on the back, following him out of the kitchen once he flew away. \n\n\"I have it marked on my calendar, sir. I cannot wait for the next extermination.\" Lute says, picking up her mask and sliding it over her face. As she watched that evil grin form on his face, she found herself succumbing to the sinister look, despite maintaining a cool exterior. Heading back to the table, she stacked the papers and carefully returned them to the backpack she had brought with her. Setting everything in an organized fashion, she zipped up the bag before hoisting it onto her shoulders once again. \"Well sir, all of this will be given to her Highness in the morning. Thank you once again.\""
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "*Adam was in his work office again. He was expecting Lute. He misses her. He always loves and adores hanging out with her. There was also sparkling magnetism between the two, though no one not even them would've been at all noticing or catching up on these particular feelings unless they both have confessed. Which they haven't.*\n\n*Adam sighs and caresses her photo standing upright onto a nearby desk. Lute was just everything and he didn't want to lose her. He was just awaiting for her arrival somberly.*\n\n*Adam needed food too... He was one hungry motherfucker and Lute was the only person he sought out right now.*"
},
{
"author": "Lute | Exorcist Angel",
"message": "Her office exuded a distinctive ambiance adorned with souvenirs from their experiences in hell and an array of weapons strategically placed around the room. The drawer in her desk held not only memories captured in pictures of her and Adam but also instances where fellow executioner angels made her *Somewhat* Proud. Despite the presence of a few \"Gory\" Decorations, the room maintained a sense of organization and spaciousness.\n\nThe framed picture on her desk stood out from the others in the drawer. With a nice glass framing it was a selfie Adam took of them on their first extermination, since then the two of them were the closest duo in all of heaven. \n\nLute walked with perfect posture to his door, giving it a firm knock. \"Sir, i'm all done for today.. So i'll see you tomorrow morning?\""
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"No wait! Can we get food? Can we go out for dinner? I know we tend to it alot but this one I really wanna make special. I know we just got done with another extermination but.. Please? For me? Lute I don't feel all awesome today. Y'know me, always awesome Adam. Haha. Not today though. I need you please.\"\n\nThose words. I need you. I want you. To spend time with you it all spoke clearly plain as day as the words he portrayed. He didn't feel like himself. He wasn't that good, at least emotionally and Lute could sense it throughout the door. The vibes inebriated sadness and a somber darkness behind the entrance towards the door."
},
{
"author": "Lute | Exorcist Angel",
"message": "She excepted him not to say a word back— assuming he's busy and whatnot with his paperwork. About to turn away from the door she paused in her tracks and hesitantly opened the door."
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "She closed the door behind her, taking off her mask and walked to his side. It was *Rare* To not see Adam as his loud mouthed self, Lute couldn't help but grow worried. \n\n\"Sir.. Okay, we can go get food *Together*.\" Lute gave him a weak smile in an attempt to cheer him up. \"McHeavens this time? You wanted somewhere special so.. I'm fine with anywhere.\" She put her hand on his shoulder, wanting to reassure him."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "He didn't pout but did something similar towards it and then said a firm. \"Yeah. McHeavens. Now let's go before anyone else finds out.\" He would walk out and with her, traveling all the way down towards the restaurant. Once they arrived he strictly, with a no nonsense attitude explicitly told the employees that he didn't want the same thing they've been getting on occasion. No pickles and no mayo. Absolutely. \n\nHe then sits down at the local table. He was not in a happy mood. At all. Its like his soul was ripped out of his body.. Metaphorically. \"I'm so glad you're here Lute. I need someone to talk to I haven't been all.. Feeling well like last time.\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "Lute had no problem telling them to remake their order if they got it wrong... But hopefully since they come here often that wouldn't be an issue for today. \n\nShe sat across from him, the two would make heads turn wherever they went, looking like such a powerful duo even on their days off. Lute kept her stern expression but her eyes were much softer than usual. When she looked at Adam they were filled with worry. \n\n\"You could've came to my office... I'm always here *For you*, sir... Please remember that.\""
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"I know but it's... It's always so difficult y'know? Feels like sometimes you've got no one to truly turn to. But thank you. Just know that I'm always here for you too. Even if somehow I die, if somehow I'm gone from reality itself I'm always here for you too. I'll always be there.\"\n\n\"Because you honestly... Do so much more than what Eve ever does for and with me. You're my number one. No matter if the exorcists disband, no matter if all hell breaks loose... Literally. Just know all of that and everything like that.\"\n\nBegins nomming on the food, stress eating as well as eating to make himself feel better. He just looks at Lute and gives her a soft and light hearted smile, even going so far as to touch the top of her hand for comfort"
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "Her signature look grew more confused as he continued on, showing this new side to him— and out of all places a fucking Mcheavens. Those words would forever stay with Lute as she tuned everyone out, her only focus was on Adam. \n\nDespite being a bloodthirsty angel, Lute was scared to think of the day where one of them would die. She would cross a line, turning her hand over to interlock her fingers with his. \"Adam please... I'm unsure of where this is coming from but my loyalty is to you... I promise you can tell me anything, I want to share my life with you\" \n\nLute softly blushed and let go of his hand, giving him a similar warmhearted smile."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"I wanna share my life with you too. You're the only one that matters out of heaven and hell. I... I'm afraid to be perfectly honest with you. Of dying. Of what would happen if I were to die. Would I go to second heaven? Another form of it? Would I go down to that goddamned wretched hellhole called Hell?\"\n\n\"I just don't know. Lute. Don't ever leave me. I would be broken without you.\" He grabs her hand again, clenching it tightly as if never wanting to let go, as if he got desperate. He had a worried look even behind that mask of golden eyes and sharpened mouth. \n\n\"I... I'm lost Lute I don't know... I..\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "She looked at their hands before her gaze returned to Adam. They've been together for an eternity, he's always been a big part of her life. Lute found herself thinking on how she could live without him, but she struggled to even see that future. \n\n\"We won't-...\" She paused, a saddened look crept up on her face. \"Sir that won't happen. I promise i'll do anything in my power to keep you safe. I'd even rip off my own arm if I have to.\" Her cheeks flushed softly, unable to make eye contact as she lowered her head, staring at their connected hands. \"I'll help you find your way out Adam. Just... Depend on me more.. Please sir.\""
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "He nods and then grasps both of his hands into hers, fingers interlacing between each other. \"We better. Because if I die... I don't know what I would do... Other than be dead. I can't stand and bear the thought of you living alone in an afterlife without me. Hell the exorcists wouldn't be a thing anymore and no one would exterminate Hell. Ever again!\"\n\n\"Heaven wouldn't even care about their overpopulation, neither their existence. Sera harps on us by protecting their souls up in heaven but can't even fall back on it! Its infuriating.\"\n\n\"I'll depend on you more. We're gonna make Hell pay. Cause Hell is forever.\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "\"There's only so many of us... And you're just one person. She excepts too much, especially since they're beginning to fight back.\" \n\nThe lieutenant sighed and shook her head, she could only train her troops so much. Her hand gave his a small squeeze as a weak smile eventually made its way to her lips. \n\n\"Thank you for telling me these things... Sir. I *Want* To know when you're feeling like this and I want to help you as best as I can.\" Lute wasn't the most affectionate angel out there. Her blood thirsty tendencies pushed others away, or she simply wouldn't get close to them, she never felt the need to. Lute gave him a nod just before getting up from her sent, her cold hands leaving his. \"We've stayed here long enough don't you think?\""
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"And you always help me. I've always been grateful and greatly appreciative of your help. Yeah we've stayed here long enough, let's just go and uh... Well return to my home.\"\n\nHe gets back up and holds her hand, even going so far as to bring her closely to him. The same weak smile plastered over his face to look at her, even hugging her. Adam was never this emotional nor affectionate and had always thought generally highly of himself and to be better than most.\n\nBut with Lute, he felt like she was a great asset, a dynamic duo with her surpassed all odds and all evidence. They were true to each other and Adam needed to feel like he was genuinely valued as he valued Lute so much."
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "At the restaurant- despite it being a McHeavens, she wouldn't forget that moment. The woman was flustered, looking down as he brought her close. \"Yes sir..\" She says while glancing to their connected hands. \n\n—\n\nThe walk was nice for Lute despite remaining silent most of the way there. But they've returned back to his home and for Lute this was the second time she's gone here just this week. \n\nShe stepped forward, opening the door for him simply out of habit. In heaven there wasn't a need for locks, it's not like crime existed here."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "The same went with Adam. Adam was silent most of the time and didn't really want to or try to come up with something to say. \n\nHe went inside and sighed, groaning absolutely. No locks were needed, no crime, no nothing. This wasn't Hell. And Hell is forever. Adam just turns to her and puts up his stuff.\n\nHe then walks, or rather floats towards his bedroom and then extends his arm out to her, as if to say something but he couldn't. \"Love you Lute\" He eventually said and admitted, even confessed."
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "Lute would have a strange mix of emotions as she followed him. However, when they reached his bedroom she stayed at the door and waited for him to exist, acting as some kind of bodyguard. He caught her attention once he extends his arm out to her. She turned around with another worried look, feeling somewhat awkward. \n\nLute stared at Adam after his confession and a blush slowly crept up on her cheeks once again. She took a step forward, trying to read his face and see if this was some kind of sick joke. Her actions were gentle yet hesitant, taking another step closer to him, eventually her hands found their way to his collar, pulling him down to her height. \n\nThe angel pressed her lips against his but quickly pulled away, her eyes grew wide in disbelief, surprising herself by her own actions. \"Sir, I'm sorry... I don't know what I was thinking.\" Lute frowned, scolding herself for allowing that to happen. Despite him confessing, Lute didn't know if she should've done that."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "But Lute didn't have to apologize or frown, scolding herself for much longer. After she did that, kissing him for just a brief moment, he picked her up, at least by her collar of her exorcist outfit and kissed her again but for longer.\n\nHe wraps his hands around her and leans down to better kiss her. There were a few soft, gentle moans emanating from his person but other than that it was just silent, yet noisy makeout noises. \n\nAnd somehow this worked through his mask. And also somehow he began glowing a heavenly angelic light, their love now confessed and burning in a heated passion brighter than ever before thought possible."
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "Lute felt a rush of relief as she let go of her apology and self-doubt. As she leaned in to kiss him briefly, she was surprised when he picked her up, grasping her by the collar of her exorcist outfit, and kissed her again, this time more passionately. \n\nThe woman reciprocated the passion as she wrapped her arms around him, sinking into the embrace as he leaned down to deepen their kiss. With a deep longing and desire, Lute passionately engaged in a makeout session with Adam. Wrapped in their heated embrace, they became lost in the intoxicating thrill of their mutual affection. Amidst the silence, soft moans escaped her lips, mingling with the sound of their intense affection.\n\nDespite his mask, Lute felt an undeniable connection with him as her tongue brushed against his, and she was suprrised as he began to emit a radiant, angelic light."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "His tongue apparently despite the mask coils around hers. He pins her up against the wall, as his kiss was wild, rough and yet so gentle and free. Soft moans also escaped from him as his hands got their grubby selves onto her thighs and even cupped her ass cheeks.\n\nHis tongue was long, golden and somehow again slithers through his mask to meet her own. His body firmly pressed against hers in a passionate embrace. He also radiates a pure angelic light that glows beyond comprehension. \n\nHis arms hug around her back and neck, carrying her so she was firmly pressed against the wall almost in a mating press it seems. His crotch rubs against hers, huffing into her mouth as they hungrily kissed each other more and more."
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, with an intensity that surpassed all limits of time and space. Lute felt a jolt of electricity flow through her veins as Adam's tongue intertwined with hers, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't help but softly gasp as he pinned her to the wall. \n\nEach touch of their bodies against each other ignited a burning sensation that went to her core, threatening to consume them both. In that moment, bathed in the radiant glow of Adam's angelic light, Lute couldn't help but release a soft moan into their kiss as he rubbed his crotch against hers. Despite her anxiety about Sera finding out, her heart pounded with the intensity of their connection, and she felt an undeniable sense of belonging.\n\nLute didn't hold back, she gave herself over to him. Her passionate kisses conveyed the depth of her longing and devotion. Lost in the intensity of their desire, Lute found comfort and excitement in his embrace."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "Adam had been feeling this for years, decades, centuries, even ever since Lute became his lieutenant in the exterminations. His soft moans, sloppy smacks and gentle, tongue fucking kisses were still audible. He throws her onto the bed, their lips never left as Adam squeezes her rear, feels up underneath her uniform to get at the heart of her titties and even starts taking off his robe.\n\nHis glow only brightly intensifies as their love for one another blossoms into oblivion. The blankets covered both of their bodies, the soft, pure, existential ecstasy took over Adam and his longing passion for Lute.\n\nHe wanted to speak but couldn't, nor did he mind, neither did his devotion and passionate love for her decrease. His tongue massages hers, teeth gently gnawing and rubbing against the edges of her lips, his slow, rhythmic hip motions intended to make Lute crave him even more so than their addiction to each other was already appearing as such. It was a sign that he wanted in, and he wanted in deep. Deeply and deeper still til she would be numb from the jackhammering poundings he would give her after their pale bodies would get naked and heavenly blessed even though this was lust, a loving, sinning, hellfiery in love sexual craving for each other. This was also basically a confession. That Adam was truly, deeply, fondly in love with Lute."
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "Lute had always yearned for his touch. The gentle spanks and playful teasing she endured had finally paid off. She sighed softly into the kiss as his large hands explored her body, the sensation of his body against hers causing her panties to dampen as he gently pinned her to the bed. Although his actions were gentle, the weight of his body held her firmly. \n\nThough Lute had seen this bed before, it was rare for her to step inside his bedroom. Until now, she had never even considered it. Yet, it was far more comfortable than the wall her back had been pressed against. Her legs wrapped around his waist, while her hands trailed over his back, leaving scratches on his skin. As he continued to press against her, she furrowed her brows in pleasure. She had experienced sex before, but nothing like this, especially not with the man she had desired for centuries. With her fantasy becoming reality, she wanted to etch the feeling of his bare skin into her memory. It was surprising that he exposed so much of himself to her, considering he was usually covered in his usual attire.\n\nHer back arched as she eagerly pressed herself against him, the teasing only fueling her desire. Her hands traveled down to his waist, sliding down to his boxers as she gripped them on either side, urging his lower half down onto her, now taking control of his movements. Her nails dug into his hips as she rocked his lower half back and forth against her, the heat pooling between her legs.\n\n\"...*Hah, fuck*\" \n\nShe huffed under her breath once she briefly pulled away from him, looking down at their hips and biting her bottom lip to try and stop the soft moans that escaped."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "He winced but it wasn't a painful one more like a thing of lust, something he heavily exerts here when Lute had her nails digging into his hips. As he undressed, his body started showing. His mask was still on. And his expression was passionate, wanting, almost sadistic. The truest face of a villain making love to his truest significant other. That face he showed Charlie when she was about to die by his hand personally.\n\nHe even reworded his quote, \"Hehe~ this teasing was cute and all\" His face, still smiling that devilish sharp toothed grin as his hands knead Lutes tits like dough. \"But now, it's time to get fucked~\"\n\nHe grabs her throat, his eyes like Vox's TV screen, glitchy across the way before returning back to his heavenly, yellow, golden light. Not a great rewording but he still undresses her, taking off every single bit of her uniform with care and yet it was an animalistic eagerness.\n\nAdam kisses and licks her neck, savoring her flesh as if the blood of Christ was on her skin. This represents gluttony, a hunger to savor her body. Jealousy and greed follow up, if anyone were to take Lute for themselves, Wrath would occur. Sloth would be after sex and pride is how much he enjoys showboating her around. The seven deadly sins all portrayed with Adam, a rarity amidst villains and a hunger definitely for Lute. His cock throbs out, being carefully placed inside of her as he didn't want to cause her massive amounts of pain"
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "As his hands moved towards her chest, she loosened her grip on his hips. Lute let out a soft moan as he started to knead her breasts, feeling her nipples perk up in response. Despite her attempts to resist, she found herself unable to protest against him, surrendering to his power. She felt humiliated as he effortlessly stripped her of her clothing, yet her gaze remained fixed on his glitching mask, observing his features flicker as she was stripped bare.\n\nA soft whimper escaped her lips, mingling with a frustrated sigh as she looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for more.\n\nLute gasped softly in surprise as she felt his warm hand on her throat, the sensation making her squirm with excitement. As he leaned down to kiss her neck, she pressed her chest against his, her hands trembling as they roamed up his sides and to his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. Despite her reluctance to give him the satisfaction of hearing her, a few more moans escaped her lips as he licked up her neck.\n\nHer legs wrapped around his waist once again, squeezing him tightly. Lute tilted her head to the side in an attempt to conceal her vulnerability as Adam slowly entered her. Her breath grew shaky, softly whimpering as her brows furrowed and her eyes became lidded.\n\nDespite the pain, Lute wasn't a patient woman. Her legs guided his lower half, forcing him to fully enter inside of her. With a sharp gasp, her back arched, and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her legs maintained the pressure, keeping his body close to hers until she felt prepared. Meanwhile, her hands glided up to his mask, gradually lifting it to unveil his lips. As she placed her hand on the back of his head, easing the tension in her legs, she pushed his head down to meet hers, their lips meeting once more. With her legs no longer constricting him, it was a silent signal, granting him permission to proceed."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "Damn she was already this eager to take his throbbing, rigid cock? Welp time to show Lute why he's called the dick master. The moment it went inside it didn't hesitate in getting towards her cervix, the center, her very pleasure spot/button. \n\nHe also huffs as it penetrates her with this utter tenacity and eagerness. As soon as she took off the mask and helmet, he mashes his lips against hers, dug in deep into another passionate and hot, steamy kiss. Gripping her ass cheeks, groping her chest, fondling those curvaceous hips. Their bodies entangled and intertwined in a sinfully yet heavenly bonding. The thrusts were powerful, just as much as he is. \n\nHer body felt like molten fire, molten liquefied lava and the hottest temperatures imaginable. So did his. His yellow, long, golden tongue wasn't golden anymore but pale yet heavenly and sweet like cotton candy. His lips moist and pure, wrapped firmly around hers as his cock pounds her insides, her body was experiencing a nirvana heaven couldn't ever provide in existence."
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "Lute groaned into their kiss as he initiated his thrusts, igniting a passionate exchange between them. The woman's hands explored his body with the same motions as his own, tracing every contour of his back and arms.\n\n\"Mmhm~ sir...\" She murmured softly as she pulled back slightly, her nails trailing down his body before one hand found its way to his throat, applying a firm pressure. With one eye open, she gazed at him through half-lidded eyes and a dark blush on her pale cheeks.\n\n\"*Fuck me harder,*\" \n\nLute demanded, his voice echoing quietly despite the intensity of his words, his throat still clasped by her hand."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "\"You... You got it\" He huffed and panted, kissing her neck and then licking her chest area. Fuck she felt good to Adam, the way she was, how tight she was and how firm and endearing too.\n\nThis made Adam unleash his full power. What was once slow, adequate, romantic and domineering was now speedy, full of deliverance, righteousness and power as he thrusts now, harder and more than what they were before.\n\nAdam however was getting a tad sweaty because of the robe. He even had the gall and the audacity to take his mask off. Only for her. \"Fuck Lute. Didn't know you were... Were this fucking tight.. Goddamn... It's like you're an angelic goddess... Fuck!\""
},
{
"author": "Lute | Unmasked",
"message": "As Adam followed her lead and intensified his thrusts, her nails pressed into his skin, causing a sharp stinging sensation. One hand gripped firmly onto his neck, while the other dug deeper into his skin. She muttered curses under her breath, briefly glancing down to observe his vigorous movements. With each forceful thrust, her small breasts bounced, and her breathing grew heavier, transitioning into soft panting.\n\nReleasing her grip on his throat, she now held onto both of his shoulders, pulling his upper body closer to hers, longing for their bodies to be fully intertwined. \n\nLute surprised herself by managing to resist the urge to tear his robe in the back, despite their encounter being in its early stages. She couldn't deny being rather handsy and assertive. With another tug, her lips were back onto his again, a somewhat forceful, needy kiss."
},
{
"author": "Adam",
"message": "It's been decided. Not only were they going to keep believing that hell is forever, but that Adam would practically wanna marry Lute. The squelching noises of their heated, passionate lovemaking could be heard all throughout the room and yet it was a secret between them that heaven shouldn't ever find out through their eternity as angels.\n\nEve didn't do this, Lilith could never compare. The way she digs her nails into him causes him to do the same, scratching alongside her body desperately as he grunts and groans. \"Shit~ L-L-Lute...\" He manages to huff out, her body feels so warm, so moist, so caked and drenched with more than just their carnal desires for each other. \n\nPretty soon, he felt her lips over his, another tongue kiss where his long, slimy tongue would do the work in pleasing her, it coils over hers and glows into her mouth. He moans as well, cock practically destroying her insides at a loving pace. He tore off his robes, pecks and yet a very hefty dad bod would be revealed. He was also hairy, light hairs but still.\n\nHe would roughly pin Lute against the bed dashboard, wings extending and jutting out, lifting her as they had sex on the bed and in the air. \"Hmmmphll~\""
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"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*Lazarus would be doing his usual commute, in his pajamas and boxers, when he'd pass by a pool he'd somehow never seen before, looking around and seeing no one at the moment, he decided to neatly fold his pajamas once he took them off and place them on a table, he would climb into the pool and lounge in the shallow end*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She got back from hunting survivors and decided to chill for a bit, not noticing Anyone in the pool, she decided to strip, folding her clothes up as well, then walks into the pool, her breasts were a nice pair of double D's her pussy was freshly shaven and her body jiggled as she entered the pool, her bunny mask was the only thing left on her, which she refused to take off*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*Lazarus would have his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of the water, then hearing someone else hop into the pool he would lazily open one eye to see anna, fully naked, he would yawn, rub his eye, and then cover it*\n\n\"Ma-am.. You uhhh, you seem to be naked\""
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She looks up at the person who was speaking not noticing him before* \n\n\"It seems I am, but then again this is a private pool, your allowed to get naked in those aren't you?\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"I suppose so, I'd figure you'd be hesitant considering.. Well Im here\"\n\n*He would stretch, uncovering his eyes and just trying not to make direct eye contact with her lady bits, he didn't really know how to react to it honestly*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "\"Well to be honest I didn't notice you, and so I didn't realize there were people, Why do you find it uncomfortable with me being in the pool, naked?\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"I dont, I was just taught that its impolite to look.. Yknow?\"\n\n*He would seem confused but not really offended or grossed out, in all reality since he was in his boxers which were now wet and therefor sticking to his skin, the outline of his dick was pretty visible aswell*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "\"You're sweet, but, you can look, I don't mind, they are just anatomy after all, plus, If you do look there is a chance I'll see your dick, Hehe, I'm joking of course, Unless you want to show me your manhood hehe!\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"Oh uhhm, I mean I dont mind I mean, if it makes you more comfortable then I can\"\n\n*He would stand up in the pool and slowly slide off his boxers, showing his flaccid cock, it was almost 7 inches long, and may even grow bigger when hardened*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She looks at him playfully* \n\n\"My my it's big, it looks tasty as well, Do you mind if I swim over to you and touch it, just one tap of my finger, hehe?\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"N-no I guess I dont, go ahead\"\n\n*He would shyly sit back down, with his legs semi spread apart, his dick laying inbetween*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She swims over to him gracefully and taps her finger on the top of his dick* \n\n\"How does that feel, I'm guessing you've never had a woman who wanted to see your manhood before have you heh?\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would flinch a bit, his dick starting to twitch and harden a little, he would be blushing brightly, his cheeks almost as red as his hair*\n\n\"Y-yeah not yet haha..\""
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "\"Do you mind if I rub it a bit, or would you be uncomfortable with that?\" \n\n*She says swaying her hips in the water*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"G-go ahead\"\n\n*He would say, putting his hands behind him and letting her have control, he was semi-hard but still mostly flaccid*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She begins rubbing his dick up and down you can see the lustful hunger in her eyes as she slowly begins lowering her mouth closer and closer to it* \n\n\"How does that make you feel?\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"It feels r-really good!\"\n\n*He would let out a stifled moan, moving his hand to his mouth and gently biting it to muffle himself, his cock was now almost fully erect, having grown an inch or two now being at a comfortable 7 inches*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*Her mouth creeps closer to his dick as she rubs it, her lips accidentally brushing the tip of his dick*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*As her lips touched the tip of his cock he would flinch a bit, but relax into it, his cock was now fully erect and twitching in anticipation, he simply sat there waiting to see what she'd do*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*As if by nature she slides her open mouth to the point here his penis head ends and begins sucking his penis head, her hands still rubbing his shaft*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would let out a small moan, now moving his hand from his mouth to gripping where he sat, feeling her suck on the tip of his rod felt pretty damn good, he would let her do her work for now*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She continues to suck his penis head, muffled moans escaping her lips as her hands begin to fondle his testicles, bouncing them up and down in her palms*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would be immensely enjoying this, his cock was rather flavorful too, sweet with a hint of saltyness, he would let her do her thing, enjoying her skill at this*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She pulls off and begins licking his manhood, her tongue flicking back and forth on it, as she continues bouncing his testicles in her palms*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would pant a little, his cock obviously really pent up and getting close to blowing, he would look down at her*\n\n\"Y-youre really good at this\""
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "\"I sometimes play with my prey, but don't worry you're not my prey, if you want my breasts are full of milk, You can get yourself a nice warm drink hehe!\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"Hehe, yeah sure, stand up and let me get a sip~\"\n\n*He would extend his hand to help her get up*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She takes his hand and stands up sliding her pussy onto his dick so her boobs can press against his face*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would pick her up, as she slid her pussy onto his cock he would gently bite onto her nipple, gently pulling and sucking on it, meanwhile his hands would go to play with and knead her ass like dough*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She moans as milk begins to spill into his mouth it's warm, with a hint of Cherry, she reaches below Both of them and rubs his sack, Beginning to bounce it in her palm again*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would continue to suck, swallowing her milk as it filled his mouth, beginning to thrust his hips a bit to rub his cock on the slit of her pussy, meanwhile his hands would continue to massage and sometimes slap her plump ass*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She giggles as she's slapped and kisses the top of his head, Before she begins squeezing his testicles, and riding him* \n\n\n\"AGGHHHHHHNNNN~ God that feels good, Do you like mommy huntress's milk, or how I squeeze your balls?\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would pop her tit out of his mouth for a moment, just to nod in agreement before, gripping her ass tightly, thrusting upwards to ram his cock inside her as deep as possible, meanwhile he'd move his mouth to her other tiddy to begin sucking on it, biting her nipple and pulling on it with his teeth*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She moans as his Penis slams against her womb, then grips his shoulders, Pulling her tit out of her mouth*\n\n\n\"Alright you've had enough milk!\" \n\n*She says before giving him a kiss as she rides him her tongue slipping into his mouth and trying to wrap around his*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*As she pops her tit out of his mouth and begins kissing him, he would kiss her back, twirling his tongue around hers and pressing their lips together, meanwhile their bodies would smack against eachother as his cock repeatedly kissed her womb*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She would grab his back tighter, and begin making out with him, As his dick kisses her pussy she begins having an orgasm, cum flooding onto his dick, as she grips him tighter panting each time they break free from the kiss*"
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would keep thrusting into her, now slamming his cock into her as rough as possible, before long you can tell he was about to cum, he looked to you as if to ask inside or outside*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*As he looks at her she smiles, And presses her pussy against his balls, before whispering* \n\n\"Make me pregnant!\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "*He would hug onto her tightly, before starting to pump her womb full of his hot cum, his balls twitching as they slowly began emptying into her*"
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She pulls off, Her stomach bloated with an over exaggerated amount of cum, that begins spilling onto him as she pulls out her stomach slowly going back to normal*\n\n\"Want to swim for a bit?\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"H-haah, sure, just let me get a minute to breathe\""
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "*She kisses him*\n\n\"Sure thing, by the way what is your name I'm Anna!\""
},
{
"author": "Lazarus",
"message": "\"My name is lazarus~, its nics to meet you anna\""
},
{
"author": "Anna (Huntress)",
"message": "\"It was even nicer to fuck you hehe!\"\n\n*She begins to breaststroke away*"
}
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{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "[BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.]\n\nBy now, news of what had happened up on the hill had spread, thanks in no small part to the bloodied weak woman sleeping in the bed in room but she had no idea she was being rumoured about already.\n\nInstead, she was out cold. Completely and utterly devoid of the spark of consciousness, her body lay on a raised bed in Isakstad's west end, 30ccs of morphine dripping from a bag into her arm and an oxygen tube keeping her lungs going. Nobody at the hospital really knew what she'd been through a couple of hours earlier, but it played out in her dream as she slumbered. Her legs up on the desk, a Harlan Ellison short story in her hand, she'd had no warning before the screech of death rocked the entire building– and nearly collapsed the ceiling on her.\n\nShe shot up in the milliseconds before the ceiling hit her in her dream, and was immediately and violently reminded where she was and why she was there.\n\nShe screeched in pain, laid back down, and shakily reached out for the morphine button. She got one squeeze in and the nurses followed suit, not swatting her hand away like a child reaching for not-quite-ready soup but still taking the button away regardless, changing bandages and triaging her to the best of her ability. She could barely speak, but she got her piece out, laid down, and sighed, click-clack of doctor shoes in the distance like the hands of a clock."
},
{
"author": "radikale",
"message": "Akvilė hadn't looked great when Maxwell first met her.\n\nShe looked worse now. \"Sight for sore eyes\" Would be an understatement.\n\nMaxwell barely had any idea what had happened himself. He blacked out, and when he woke up again, he was outside. He was an observer of the chaos more than an active participant, and even when he wanted to help Akvilė recover, he didn't do more than simply contact people he thought could help.\n\nHe felt a bit bad about that.\n\nSo, when things had settled down a bit, he decided to visit her in the hospital.\n\nIt took him a little while to find her bedside, not least because he didn't really have anything to do with her and he suspected the nurses might not tell him, but he did eventually spot her only half-living body, connected to all manner of medical equipment which kept her both alive and sedated. Still, he sat down on a stool next to her.\n\n\"Hey.\""
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "In the aftermath of waking up, Akvilė found herself simply staring at the ceiling, wondering whether or not she made the right move in pushing herself so far overboard.\n\nEvery perforation in her body hurt. The holes along her hands, up her elbows, back and shoulders, back of the neck. Head to toe was a dull pain, and it had a searing pain when she first woke up. Rabbits never screeched unless they were in the harshest of duress, yet she had, once when the roof first began to collapse and Palankumą's spirit drove all that she had within her out and once when she woke up and the entirety of what happened singed her consciousness and body so intensely she'd have thrashed were it not for the morphine being pumped in. She was still staring at the ceiling in an opioid haze when someone who clearly wasn't a nurse walked in. She had barely a moment to tilt her head down before–\n\n**\"Hey.\"**\n\n*Maxwell.* She recognized his face and demeanour from the library a couple weeks previous, but in the moment she couldn't remember a thing, save for that he appreciated the works of Ray Bradbury. Craning her neck down, she leaned her head as well and eventually made about as close to eye contact as could be had given all her bandaging and miracles of medicine keeping her alive. For a moment she thought of Amelie, who'd been in a similar spot, and felt tears well up. Was she okay? Was she even in the complex when shit hit the fan? She hadn't even heard from her in a while. Perhaps this wasn't the time.\n\n\"H... Hi.\" She weakly answered, coughing lightly. She looked oddly at peace despite how thoroughly she'd overworked her powers. \"Maxwell? I-I recognize the... Um. I don't forget faces.\" She continued at a leisurely clip, seemingly declawed. In any other circumstance she'd have been cold, distant, almost like a reverse Spaniard – *Revoke God or face hellfire,* Or something of the sort. Here in the soft light of the hospital, though, she seemed uninterested in spitting insults, or snide comments, or anything. Really, it looked like she was sad.\n\n\"Uhm... H-how are... Things? At Cradle? Are they...\" She coughed, pretty intensely for a moment, before simply falling quiet and hoping the lad could piece together the rest."
},
{
"author": "radikale",
"message": "\"They're stable,\" Maxwell answered, smiling sheepishly. \"They got everyone out. Everyone's pets, too. You're the only one who got hurt, I think.\" Not that that would be any consolation.\n\nCoincidentally, Akvilė's appreciation for the works of Ray Bradbury was also the main thing Maxwell remembered about her. That, and she was in the hospital. He'd been in and out of hospitals a lot, and he knew exactly what it was like. Unpleasant, mostly. The food sucked, and there was nothing to do.\n\nMaxwell hadn't brought food, but he had brought something to do. Once the dust had settled, he went back in and grabbed it — it could be charitably described as a *Tome,* Nearly the size of the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy. The cover read, simply, *The Stories of Ray Bradbury.*\n\n\"I've been in and out of hospitals a lot,\" He began, a little nervously, \"And I know how boring it gets, so... I brought something.\" He placed the book down gently, close enough that Akvilė could reach it but not close enough to be in the way.\n\nThe whole situation felt a little awkward. He didn't know her *That* Well. But she was practically the only one he knew anything of at all, so when she got hurt, that felt like it meant something. Still, he didn't want to bug her too much. He felt like he was intruding already."
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "\"Every... One, um... Got out?\" Even in the sunshine her voice hung heavy with uncertainty and nerves, so with a hurricane recently blowing through she was about as composed as the southern town bowled over by it. \"I see. Cool.\"\n\nLaid in the bed, she had no idea what Max had dropped by for. Simply a visit? Making sure the one person unluckily injured in the mess was alive? Was it– *Oh.* She felt a dip form in her bed as the hefty tome was dropped near one edge, depressing the bedsheet and mattress until it appeared she'd sat in that exact spot for an eternity and an extra ten years for spare change, and she let the faintest of smiles spread across her lips. It was thoughtful. It was up her alley. It was perhaps the heaviest book she'd seen in a while. Maybe this church boy wasn't so bad.\n\n\"Th-thank you.\" She weakly replied, partially a sputter before she hocked a little bit of leftover bloody phlegm onto her bed. \"H-hospitals are... Yeah. They are, uhm... Boring. Yes. Not first rodeo. Second.\" She continued, effectively rigid in her bed as her eyes fixed themselves anywhere that wasn't Maxwell's face or frame. \"Maybe... M-maybe less than you, but the mind numbs its- numbs itself the same. This book should... It should help. Yes.\"\n\nShe fell silent, and her face betrayed the clicking of gears in her skull.\n\n\"Could you, uhm... G-go ask nurses for some water? It's... It's tough to reach the- the button... And I'm parched.\""
},
{
"author": "radikale",
"message": "Maxwell didn't read too closely into the look on Akvilė's face, or her request. He just nodded and went to flag down a nurse."
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "And the nurse was rather receptive, thankfully.\n\nWhile Max was out, though, Akvilė reached out in a pained jerky motion, pawing at the book the best she could given her rigid rigging. She clenched her hand along the hardcover, tried her best to get a grip on the book, anything to avoid having to sit up again. After what felt like an eternity but was really a minute she managed to topple the book top over bottom towards herself, letting out a sedated grunt as it smacked against her ribs. She reached down the best she could and flipped it open.\n\nShe'd never had this particular collection in her hands, and she already felt a weight off her shoulders as she realized she'd at least have *Something* To do while recuperating."
},
{
"author": "radikale",
"message": "When Maxwell returned, he found Akvilė holding the heavy book in an awkward, unnatural position. She looked uncomfortable, but Maxwell wasn't sure if he should say something. So he didn't. In fact, he wasn't really sure what to say about anything at all — while Akvilė was the only person he knew *Of,* He didn't *Know* Her. Anything he might say seemed too personal, or too centered on him.\n\nSo as he returned, rather than say anything, he quietly moved the book to a more comfortable spot, then sat down on a stool next to the bed and just... Sat there, silently."
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "As Maxwell walked back in she glanced up, made eye contact for a brief moment, and quickly fixed her eyes on the doorframe out of a deep-seated awkwardness.\n\n\"Th-thank you... Thanks.\" She spoke in a pained voice, looking down from her uncomfortable half-mast sitting position and staring at the cup of water. Just as she'd reached out for the book she reached out for the water, stretching as far as she could until fingertips met Dixie cup. She grabbed the cup with a tender nerve-splitting grip, brought it to her lips, and took one sip before chugging the rest of it like a dehydrated sponge. \"It hits the... The, uhm... Need?\"\n\nA moment of silence passed as she chewed on her own peculiar wording, spitting it out once she found it left a slimy texture on the inside of her mouth. Or maybe that was just her saliva glands kickstarted by the cup of water she'd just gulped down.\n\n\"So... H-how did you know where to...\" She broke into a cough, wincing each time her chest slammed on itself and every time her stomach sucked into her abdomen and every time her shoulders recoiled. \"Find me? I mean as in hospital. Th-there are a... Um, a few, no? And-and why?\""
},
{
"author": "radikale",
"message": "Maxwell winced a little with Akvilė as she coughed. It looked painful.\n\n\"I, uh... I think this is the only hospital in town,\" He replied hesitantly, \"And besides, this was the one I went to last time I needed to go, so... Seemed like you'd probably be here, I guess.\" He shrugged.\n\nThe *Why* Was a bit harder. He could barely justify it to himself. This was quite literally his second interaction with Akvilė, *Ever.* But he didn't know anyone else any better, really. He thought about his response for a moment, before deciding to not respond at all unless Akvilė insisted. Just to give himself more time to think."
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "Akvilė quietly listened as Max spoke. It was weird to put any stock in what a Christian was saying, but she listened regardless, perhaps too worn out from the evening prior's mess and the boredom of being stuck in a hospital alone to really contest her company. She'd hoped for a break in the monotony; beggars couldn't be choosers.\n\n\"I-I see.\" She replied, quietly as always. She dropped the cup onto her bed and relaxed, shifting about in a cavalcade of pain until she found a half-comfortable position that didn't *Also* Set half the pinholes in her body ablaze. She wasn't quite sure of what else to say, though, so like Maxwell she let silence descend over the hospital room, the beeping and whirring of machinery all that kept the air from going entirely stagnant and noxious.\n\n\"But, uhm... Y-you mentioned hospital. Your hands. They had– they had stigmata at library.\" She broke the silence with the only reasonable topic she could conceive. \"Are they, um... Well now? And- and what was the cause?\"\n\nShe placed one hand on the back of her other and nervously kneaded the bones running along the backside. Making conversation with people she barely knew always tripped her up, and while she knew this was the only way out it still proved tough to make that leap, pop a question, do anything other than be an awkward outcast."
},
{
"author": "radikale",
"message": "\"I think so.\" Maxwell opened his palm, revealing a small, dark spot — like a bruise — where the open wound had been. He rubbed it and frowned a little — it was still sore. \"I don't really know what's causing it, but I've been having wounds open up like that for a while. It's why I'm at Newton's Cradle.\" \n\nHe didn't actually know what that said about him, or the cause of his wounds.\n\n\"I, uh... They told me to go back there and tell them if it ever happens. So that's why I had to run like that. If they hadn't, I probably would've just bandaged it.\" He chuckled a little awkwardly. He was usually better with conversation, with elegant little gifts and benign small talk, but the situation he'd put himself in was difficult. There was no way it *Wasn't* Going to be awkward. It sucked."
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "She said nothing at first. A nod sufficed, or at least she hoped it would. \n\nMaxwell seemed rigid, clammy, *Awkward.* At least, it seemed that way to her, and she tended to have unusual intuition when it came to reading others. She wasn't exactly sure, and honestly was too drained to really think on it much. Perhaps he simply knew what she thought of Catholics. Maybe he just felt awkward as a boy visiting an adult. Whatever it was he was there, and she was less lonesome for it, if only a smidge. The natural discomfort of socializing, bugs under her skin and cold sweat down her neck, was never far behind, announcing its presence with footsteps rather than a shout.\n\n\"Oh? Y-yes. Better if you come here.\" She spoke. \"As, uhm... Someone who- who has been in the place, it is... It's no fun.\" She continued, her eyes nervously peering around as always and her words deliberate in pronunciation. \"I-I caused a man to die to get– to get sent here, an-and now here I am. Only, uh... Alive by grace of Dievas. Karmic.\""
},
{
"author": "radikale",
"message": "\"Someone died?\" Maxwell swallowed the lump in his throat. \"I've heard that a lot. Maybe someone dies, or you attack someone, or something, and then you have to come here. It feels weird to be here because I'm sick. I don't fit in at all. It's like I'm not supposed to be here.\"\n\nMaxwell paused. The idle humming and beeping of machines in the background broke up the silence.\n\n\"I saw your injuries,\" He admitted. \"The way your body turned itself inside out like that, I don't know how else to explain it — it just seemed... Familiar. And I don't know why.\" The feeling of deja vu was nagging at Maxwell in all the worst ways. He had hoped for some sort of resolution, he realized, but in retrospect he should have realized that visiting Akvilė wouldn't help."
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "\"Yes.\" She replied. \"B-but it isn't nebulous claim. I.\" The mental image lodged in her throat. It was admittedly still weird to think about. \"I-I watched him clutch his... Chest. Is that, um... How it's called in English? I forget.\"\n\nShe waited for the confirmation, and kept on talking. \n\n\"He, um... Dropped, while clutching his... His chest. Like a stone into the river. I saw Giltinė steal his soul right in- right in front of me. Realistically, um... Maybe a killer an-and an ill child shouldn't be in the same room, but Cradle is weird, no?\"\n\nSatisfied with the point she felt she'd made – especially in her wording – she fell quiet, let Max speak, heard those familiar descriptions of her stomach-churning powers. Inside-out body, blood everywhere, alive by the grace of adrenaline. It was a sight that petrified people or terrified them or convinced them so surely of demonic possession that she found herself having to flee town once more. In a way she wished she could just be normal, not be marionette and master, pulling her own strings and quite literally holding herself alive.\n\nBut life wasn't so kind, and she had to deal with the cards she'd been dealt.\n\n*\"Familiar?\"* Akvilė's voice pitched up slightly in surprise, an unexpected strain on her throat met with a ragged coughing fit. \"I-I hope not, but you, um... You do have those sores. Perhaps your insides are as fucked as... As mine are?\""
},
{
"author": "radikale",
"message": "\"Or more,\" Maxwell replied. \"The doctors always looked shocked when I got scans and stuff. But I don't think they ever figured out what it was.\" He paused for a few seconds. \"My parents didn't let them cut me open just to look.\"\n\nHe wasn't really sure how he felt about that. Part of him just wanted to *Know,* But he still trusted his parents' judgement — maybe they had good reasons not to let the doctors operate.\n\n\"I guess I was hoping to learn something, but I figure that's probably not gonna happen,\" He said. \"Sorry to impose on you, I guess.\""
},
{
"author": "birch4184",
"message": "Akvilė listened as Max spoke, and quietly wished she had some sort of sage advice for him from one mutant to another. She didn't, though. Hospitals on their own were still a relatively new concept to her. Quietly she sighed, muffled slightly by her face now being partially pressed into her pillow. \n\n\"I, um... I-I don't *Blame* Them.\" She spoke, words passed through a thin cotton filter like many a cup of coffee in Poland. Sasha had bought a fuckmassive bag of cotton balls before they had ever met, and somehow they made it work as filters for all the coffee they drank. *Sasha.* Her expression took a downturn into wistful tiredness, and she glanced at her phone. The natural exhaustion of her entire body trying to heal at once had hung cinder blocks from the lids of her eyes, and the longer she resisted the more it ached. So as Max spoke she barely caught the former and was blessedly relieved to hear the latter.\n\nHowever, she wasn't cruel, nor careless. He had come out of his way to check up on an almost literal stranger. Maybe there was a nugget of goodness in his heathen heart that deserved recognition. She was too tired to really dwell on the ramifications of being at all tolerant of an out-and-proud Christian.\n\n\"Uhm... Max?\"\n\nFor a moment she gathered her words, her thoughts, what lights still flickered behind her eyes. It was clear she was already starting to slip into a nap. Then she found them, lost somewhere in the depths of her injured brain.\n\n\"Th-thank you. For visit. I'll, um... When I'm– when out I will see you. Bus runs in... Um... Eight minutes. Hurry.\"\n\nWith those words she sank into her bed and closed her eyes. It wasn't instantly lights out, but it was close enough. She had said a lot and had a lot of shit happen. She needed a nap."
},
{
"author": "radikale",
"message": "\"Alright. See you.\""
}
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{
"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares was completely out of it. The initial stress had died down, and he felt a certain pressure build in his throat. He was angry, stressed, confused, everything possible. Valio was in a terrible state, and despite doing everything he could to help he still felt uneasy. He wanted to chase after her, as they picked her up and dragged her off. Ares was *Sad?* Maybe that wasn't it. He felt... *Less than great.*\n\nMany had dispersed, back to the facility on their own accord. Ares walked alongside Finley, maybe Owen and Danica were near, he couldn't process it. He couldn't process any of it.\n\nThe hand he used to set off his explosion was warm, and shook with frustration.\n\nHe had at least made a mark on that bastard, and was more than happy to watch them die after what they did to Valio. She had to be okay.\n\nAres realized his state, and looked over at Finley, his eyes were tired like he had just experienced a crash of sorts. \n\n\"You alright?\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "frog.ponds",
"message": "Finley was, for lack of a better term, shaking and shaking. Their entire body rattled with tremors as they walked. They wrapped their arms around themself, looking at the ground.\n\nValio was hurt. Grievously so. The sight of all that *Blood* Bubbling out of her abdomen made Fins stomach turn over and inside out. \n\n\"Are... Are you?\" Fin asked. Their hand landed delicately on his elbow, eyes searching his weary face. \n\"Ares, I mean, you did - you did *Amazing,* But - I'm worried.\""
},
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "The night buzzed around the two, Ares didn't have the capacity to perceive or even think of anyone else. It was just Finley and Valio in his mind, his ever so busy mind.\n\nAres' thoughts spun with the moment, being the first one there and seeing Valio slumped on the ground. She had done well, the Lieutenant was on the verge of breaking down when he had arrived, all he had to do was finish the job. He was ready to set the entire building ablaze for Valio. Now that he was calm, he was glad Sergio went to get Annika. Ares silently cursed himself for not thinking about her, and only thinking about Valio.\n\nA cold shivering hand found Ares' arm. The presence was *Freezing* But comforting in a way.\n\n\"Im not sure.\" Ares was being honest for once. He didn't feel okay, and he wasn't going to lie to Finley. \n\n\"I know I'm trying to find some sense of pride in finishing the job, and I'm more than content with the fact I prevented anymore harm.\" He sucked in a big breath of air and sighed.\n\n\"What if I had showed up sooner? Could I have done more?\" His mouth shook slightly with his words. \"What if I had showed up even *Seconds* Later?\"\n\nFor once Ares seemed so unsure, he wasn't confident. He was frustrated. About what could've happened, with himself, with the angels. Anger was common for him, but not like this."
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"author": "frog.ponds",
"message": "Something in his tone cracked at the exhausted, probably traumatized place in Finleys mind. They'd all been through so much today, Valio more than anyone. But Valio was in the hospital. She would be okay. \n\nWhile Fin was grateful for that (beyond words), they'd have to help out the *Hermano* She left behind. It was Ares. And Finley would do anything for Ares. \n\nA freezing hand (curse their damn hands) slipped into a very warm one, and Finley stopped in their tracks. Their heart pounded in their throat - adrenaline of every sort, butterflies climbing their ribcage.\n\n\"You did the best you could. You ran as fast as you could - you saved Valios life!\" \n\nFinley looked into Ares's face. He already seemed older. \n\n\"You did so well,\" They said, their voice softening. \"I'm so proud of you. And so is Val - even if she can't really tell you right now.\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares felt a shock and frankly a shiver when Finley interlocked their fingers with his. It was comforting, natural, it was reassuring. A part of Ares wanted to break down into tears, let all the anger and emotions flow out of him, but he didn't. He just stood there, looking down at his shaking hand. \n\nThe warmth began to soak into their cold skin, every part of Ares was so grateful that Finley was here. If he was alone, he didn't know how he would've handled this. For once he can lean into someone, even if it was only for a second. He wouldn't let himself go entirely, but he could stay here in this moment without regret.\n\nTheir words stuck into Ares, they meant so much. How could he even begin to articulate that? It was a sort of electrifying feeling in his chest, mixed and muddled with all the anger and sadness, he didn't know what to feel. Maybe that was fine.\n\nHe was with Finley. Valio would be okay. *He would be okay.*\n\n\"Thank you Fin.\" \n\nAres lifted their hand towards him, pulling them into a hug. He wrapped his arms around their shoulders, and rested his head against their hair. He stood like that for a minute, holding them ever so tightly. Like maybe if he let go, they would disappear too. Something about them meant so much to him. He cared so much about both them and Valio.\n\nHe wanted them to be okay."
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"author": "frog.ponds",
"message": "Fins heart practically fell onto the pavement, stark still as Ares pulled them to his chest.\n\n The sounds of the nightlife fizzled and bubbled around them, the remaining footsteps of their classmates echoing off the buildings in the Industrial District.\n\n\"I'm here.\" \n\nFin wrapped their arms around his torso, squeezing for just a moment before settling into the hug. They shut their eyes tight. \n\n\"I'm not going anywhere, okay?\" The words were slightly muffled, but still there. \"I'm not going to leave you.\" \n\nAnd they weren't. Finley had no business being here. They were not a fighter. Not a tank. If they had gotten there earlier, what would they have done? Taken on a creature that took *Two* Of the strongest in school to *Knock out?* Finley would have been annihilated. And Owen - oh, poor Owen, their best mate, how the two of them panicked the entire way and yet still came.\n\nBoth he and Valio meant so much to Fin. And Owen."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares just stood there, seconds, minutes began to pass of the two just standing there in comfortable silence. It was nice, more than nice. The way they fit so naturally in his arms was something Ares couldn't compare to anything. He loved his siblings, the way Safya used to hug him. The way Valio hugs him, all of them wonderful. Yet, something about Finley was different. Maybe it was the fact Ares was viscerally upset, maybe Finley was just something *New.* Ares didn't know, he didn't want to know right now.\n\nRight now he just wanted to be here with them.\n\nHe pulled away slightly to look down at them, his hands still on their shoulders.\n\n\"I appreciate you being here. I don't know what I would've done.\" Ares hesitated for a moment. A soft, almost pained smile on his features. An expression of gratitude.\n\n\"You help far more than you know.\" \n\nHis voice was quiet, and rough. Deep like the rumble of thunder, the aftermath of a storm. Ares didn't restore distance between them, he stayed close to Finley."
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"author": "frog.ponds",
"message": "\"Of course.\" Fin matched his smile, something melancholy and sweet all the same. They shrugged a little bit, a matching gesture off one shoulder. \n\n\"I... *Dieu,* I won't lie - if you hadn't been here, I think I would have been flattened.\" They laughed, something uneasy. \"I couldn't have done this without you either. I don't even know if I would have come at all.\"\n\nA spark flickered just off the bridge of their now free hand, and Finley flickered it away. \n\nIt had to be a raving crush thing, had to be, but Finley just wanted to stay here for just a little while longer. Even if they were out in a dangerous part of the city, with a cult nearby, they still were content to stay here, if it meant being with Ares.\n\nHow much they had both changed, then, in the year they'd known one another. \n\n\"You help me too, you know,\" They admitted. It was all on the tip of their tongue, but they bit it back - everything they'd sworn Owen to secrecy for. \"I mean it.\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "The way Finley spoke made everything a little bit easier. Their words were comforting, and smooth. Every word was easing tension in Ares' mind. Valio would be okay, he had made sure of it. Everything was going to work out. Now that he was certain of, thanks to Finley. \n\nHis stress hadn't disappeared. Finley wasn't a one hit cure. It still pressed against the walls of his mind, loud and pounding, but Ares could shut it up for long enough to be content. Even just for a moment. \n\n\"Im so glad.\" \n\nHis deep brown gaze met Finley's electrifying blue eyes, there was such honesty and genuine kindness behind them. Ares knew Finley was telling the truth, that was something he appreciated about them. Never once had they ever lied to him. \n\nSince when did Ares start thinking such sappy things?\n\nThe taller boy shook his head with a short laugh, trying to get himself into a better mood. \n\n\"Cmon. Lets head back before your hand freezes off.\" He snickered. \n\nWith a short movement, Ares returned his hand to Finley's. Their fingers interlocked, two perfect puzzle pieces. Ares had tried a great deal of girls, none of them felt like this. Finley was so different, and Ares wasn't entirely sure what that meant. He could toss and turn over it later, for now, that stress was behind him. \n\nThe two walked shoulder to shoulder with each other, content despite all the stress. Despite everything. \n\nThe true calm after the storm."
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"author": "frog.ponds",
"message": "Splotches of red spread over Finley's face, embarrassment wrapped up in some form of fluster. Despite the madness of the day, they still had something to go excitedly tell Owen later. There was something about that they still smiled about.\n\nThey gave Ares's hand a little squeeze, content to have it in his. They'd be okay with having it there more often - duh. The last person they'd ever held hands with was Victor, some while ago. This was different. Much different. Finley was safe here \n\nFinley gave their hands a little swing as they walked back home, bumping purposefully (gently) into Ares's shoulder.\n\n\"I think I'll be alright,\" They said, grinning back."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "The afternoon was cold, crisp in ways that spoke of Halloween and autumn. Ares was on his way to visit Valio, unannounced sure, but when was that an issue? Valio had quite the habit of sneaking into Ares' dorm whenever she wanted, back when she was still at the cradle, so why would it be an issue for Ares to do the same? \n\nThe industrial district looked different in the day, but it didn't take long for him to find the hospital Valio was apparently being treated at. He hesitated for a second before walking inside, the last he had seen of her was not exactly the most pleasant. Ares shook his head and grabbed the door handle, swinging it open with a certain confidence that only someone like Ares could muster. \n\nAfter asking the secretary about Val, and being pointed down a hallway, Ares was on his way. He repeated the room number in his head over and over as to not forget.\n\nWithin minutes, there was the number. It was beside a closed door, this time however Ares didn't hesitate. He slowly opened it, and there was Valio. It was almost weird to see her in the hospital, gown and everything, attached to various tubes and wires. That didn't matter though, she was alright. \n\n\"Not dead yet?\" Ares broke the silence with a playful sort of tone, a smile on his face."
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Valio was busy looking at her iv. Messing with it, the still open wounds where wrapped as they bled through the bandages so carefully placed onto her. Valio would do that damned fight again and again if she was able to. Just to make sure Annika was okay, thankfully she was told that while Valio was panicking. A wonderful time.\n\nValio heard walking, shoes... Not guts... Heavy... Not Rafaela or Finley\n...Or Esme... Purposeful... Not Sergio though his steps where light as well...\nAnd Ares steps through the door and Valio stares. Once she sees that smile her face instantly shifts to a disappointed frown. No joy on her features. Valio puts her hands down and takes a deep breath. \n\n\"***Ares Morales.***\" \nIt was said with a deep growl and the vowels skip along the line of her native tongue. The light flickers with the growing frown stretching across Valio's features.\n\nThere was a violent pulsing that shook and snaked itself through Valio's arms as static seemed to fill both their senses with nauseating speed. \n\nThis boy needs to answer for some things."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "The sudden expression shift in Valio made Ares somewhat uneasy, but not entirely. He was used to downcast stares of disapproval from almost everyone he talked to, but Valio had never really looked at him like that before. Unless... She was joking? Ares sort of shrugged it off, and walked closer to her. The door closed shut behind him.\n\n\"Thats my name, yes.\" Ares laughed, it was a short sound, and almost awkward but not quite. Ares once again wasn't really taking things seriously, what was there to be serious about? His voice was tired, as if he hadn't been getting proper sleep. However, with his normal demeanour being kind of unbothered it was hard to tell. \n\n\"What's with the expression. Am I in trouble?\" The stare from Valio was slightly intimidating, but Ares didn't really let it bother him. The boy was clearly joking. He crossed his arms over his chest, and spoke with a crooked sort of half smile. If anything, he was just happy to see she was okay. \n\nMaybe she was angry he hadn't visited sooner? Or was she aware of what happened with the angels? Surely she wouldn't be mad at him for that... Would she? Ares started recounting everything he could've possibly done wrong."
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Valio looked at Ares with her storm-like gaze. Valio pushes herself towards Ares and she reaches out to grab him. She gets a hand around Ares left bicep before she drags Ares into a bruising hug. \n\nThere was a small shock that was sent into Ares but then an intense warmth from none other than Valio herself. Valio now sounded worried, pained even when she spoke. One hand was in Ares hair gently stoking it and the other was tightly wrapped around Ares' torso, it felt like she was terrified to let him go. \n\n\"You can't be doing this to me.\"\n\nShe mumbled the first part of the sentence compressive English before barreling down in Greenlandic. Valio squeezed Ares every tighter, this boy put his entire life in danger and the first he asks if I wasn't dead yet. Valio wanted to laugh but she also wanted to cry, she heard Ares came to help her but they didn't tell him if he was okay, she was so afraid that he was hurt and she couldn't do anything about it. The nurse told her she was find but she never really took many people's words to heart anymore. \n\nValio will never truly be mad at Ares but the stunts he pulls will never not scare her, but she's being hypocritical. She was so scared that Ares' blood would have been splattered across that floor like he was game to a beast. Valio is so relieved he's okay and still so infuriatingly boyish."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares felt surprised when Valio pulled him into a hug. She had hugged him before but not like this. It took a second of Ares just... *Standing there* For him to finally process what was happening. Within seconds Ares had wrapped his arms around her in response, usually his hugs were awkward but not this time. He felt her uncertainty, and how deeply she cared. He returned the gesture, he cared so much about her too. To have her even be able to hug him right then was a massive relief. \n\n\"Hey hey, I'm okay. I promise.\" Ares let himself melt into the hug. It was nice, no one really gave hugs like Valio did. It was comforting to be back in her presence, through the months of her being a fugitive and now being in the hospital, she wasn't around often. Ares hadn't really processed how much he had really missed her. \n\nThe whole situation hadn't really set in yet. Ares was the type to ignore things, push them aside with a laugh and a joke, but Valio clearly wasn't going to let him do that. \n\n\"Were you not told what happened?\" \n\nAres had assumed that she would be given some sort of update on how everything turned out, that Annika was okay and that the fight wasn't for nothing. He wasn't sure, maybe that was his job? He hadn't exactly been doing the best job at keeping Valio in the know. \n\nStill, even then, here the two were. Embraced in a hug, not letting either one go."
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Valio stopped for a moment, her fingers dragging lightly in the curls of his hair and she restarted again. But her index finger started tracing something. Valio put her lips to his temple in a soft kiss, Valio was so worried for him. She wished that emergency word didn't send but... She knows it would've hurt him if she didn't. Valio tucks her head against the side of his. \n\nThe situation set in so quickly for Valio that she didn't have a moment not think before she could barely breath. She felt the horror of waking up from death again, with white then black then a violent burst of heat that boiled her body before it almost combust into flames. Which she did... But she'll never say. This boy and many others have effected her so in ways she never thought would happen again... She's a little glad. \n\n\"I was told but I was also never told you were okay. I was so scared that you had been hurt, I was terrified that those angels had run you though and I didn't even get to see your face.\"\nValio mumbled. \n\"It broke me.\"\n*Ares dosent know how much he hurts her.* \n\nValio hugged him ever so tighter."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares gave a genuine smile at the soft kiss planted on his temple. Valio cared so much more than Ares really gave her credit for. Of course, he knew they were close but a part of Ares never really knew how to process the idea that he genuinely mattered to people. To hear her so genuinely upset almost made him want to cry, but he didnt. \n\nWith a solid squeeze, Ares let go and sat down on the edge of her bed. The two were still close. Ares didn't really have the heart to make any sort of space between them. \n\n\"I know you're worried *Hermana*, but I'm okay. Im here now.\" Ares tilted his head slightly with his smile. \"I was actually the reason that angel bitch didn't cause any more harm. *I was so cool.*\" The smile shifted slowly back into his normal bastard grin. Ares really couldn't stay serious for long.\n\n\"You know me, I'm too strong to get hurt.\" He laughed a little bit. \n\n\"Anyways, how are you feeling? You're worried about *Me?* I thought you died!\" \n\nA sense of urgency raised with his last few words. He *Was* Worried, and was even more shocked that the only thing Valio could really think of was if Ares was safe. He walked out of there without a scratch, he wasn't even punched. He gave the final and finishing blow. A little stressed and frazzled sure, but more than fine. Valio was the one who was hurt, and was the one who should be worried about. She looked fine, but Ares knew how deep the glowing knives cut, and how difficult they were to heal from."
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Valio's hands ghosted upwards to Ares' cheeks seeming to wipe and ghost's of tears from his face before falling into her lap. Valio's face was neutral but she knew it was bare. Valio had finally gotten some bandaging for the size of her face that wasn't so fortunate to remain intact so at least Ares didn't have to see that. \n\n\"You still could have gotten hurt.\" \nValio argues. It dosent matter if Ares looked cool it's a matter if he was okay. Her frown flickering for a moment. \n\n\"Of course I'm worried about you. I don't think it really matters if I got hurt considering everyone else is safe.\" \n\nValio looks at Ares with a steely gaze, she means it genuinely. The wounds ached so badly that angle cut deep. Her muscles twinged with protest every time she moved, she felt useless and scared. *Again.*\n\nValio's hands drew into fists. She knows how Ares feels about this but Valio will not move on what she feels is right, as much as it hurts to speak it to him."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "\"Well yeah, but I didn't get hurt.\" The tanned boy paused, looking down at his fingers before looking back up at Valio. \"Im sorry I worried you.\"\n\nAres looked at Valio with a genuine sort of look. The way the other spoke almost made him shiver, a sort of cold that wasn't unwelcome but was unknown. Some sort of unidentifiable feeling pestered inside his chest, confusion maybe? It wasn't inherently negative. Ares loved being with Valio, everything was okay around her. Yet, seeing her like this almost made his brow tense. \n\n\"Of course it matters. *You* Matter so much, Val. To me, and to a lot of people. I'm literally so glad you aren't incredibly hurt.\" \n\nAres' voice wasn't that of a lecture, it was calm and quiet. His deep monotone words were words of care, he simply wanted to tell her how much she mattered. Not lecture her on having a low sense of self worth. \n\nThe two of them had been through one hell of a day, week, month, maybe even longer than that. Yet, here, in this quiet hospital room with the birds singing songs of autumn afternoon outside the window, Ares didn't have to worry about it. He had his now closest friend, one who he considered family sitting right beside him. She was okay.\n\n\"How has the hospital been treating you? You think you're going to be let out soon?\""
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Valio just stares and the leaky star-like gaze of hers falters and breaks as she head meekly moves down to look at her burned and scorned hands. They flexed and cracked under her own stare, she could still see that shiny red that looks so grand against burned black. The little golden cuts that were made as she pushed the angles blade away from her. \n\nTo think that angel thought she could judge whatever Valio had already, Valio served her own sentence on herself. On others. Their justice was a fickle and sad thing. But, it is long over and Valio is still so scarred. It's nothing truly new. Never will be, buts it's always so jarring to see in a mirror. \n\n\"That's what surprised me. I wasn't expecting you to change so much of how everything is.\" \n\nValio looks at her hands then looks at Ares, and she silently prays that his never will look like her own.\n\n\"I'm glad to have met you. Really.\"\n\nValio's day will never be over, something will happen with her and she will accept it. She always has. \nThe ringing beeps off the whirling machinery mixed with the soft coos of bird's mix to make some resemblance of calm Valio strains to touch. It was cold, not her but everything around her. Ares made it warm, scalding even. She wouldn't have it another way though. She's too damn stubborn. \n\n\"Probably not. The angelic knives don't heal that fast, Ares. As much as you want them to. The hospital itself? Well besides me setting off my bed alarm every two seconds.\"\n\nIt went from tense and cautious to jests and glee in a second. It's funny isn't it."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "With Valio's words, Ares couldn't help but smile. It was a crooked sort of thing, but full of happiness. A sight not many got the privilege of seeing... Ares was rarely in a pleasant mood. \n\n\"Im glad to have met you too.\" \n\nThe way the boy spoke here was such a contrast to what he normally sounded like. On average, Ares spoke with a certain malice. He spoke like someone who aimed to tease and bother whoever he was talking to, or someone who wanted anything but a serious conversation. Yet, on rare occasions with those he was comfortable with, Ares' voice would soften. His tough guy persona slowly cracking away to reveal someone who deeply and genuinely cared about those around him, like gold seeping through a slate grey statue. Valio was one of those people. Maybe the only person at the facility. Ares adored and trusted his siblings more than anything, but they were countless hours away, across the sea, and never awake at the same time as him. Curse timezones. \n\nThe boy leaned dramatically against Valio's shoulder, letting his head rest against her lightning hair. It was softer than it looked, Ares liked to joke that it would crack like concrete if he touched it, but it was actually very comforting. The same as a soft blanket on a rainy autumn evening, the feeling that made the cold outside disappear. \n\n\"Can you like- get someone to speed up the process or something.\" He groaned, clearly playing up his anguish for laughs. \"I miss yooooou. You've been away since forever.\" \n\nDragging out his last syllable, Ares couldn't help but snicker a little. He sounded younger than he was, maybe his actual age for once. Ares always had a bad habit of acting older, more rigid. \n\nHe did miss Valio, that was true, but his theatrical display of despair was definitely for kicks. Although, deep down a part of him genuinely hoped she would be okay soon, but he knew that she was right. The wounds wouldn't close no matter how much he wished."
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Valio gave Ares a weird half smile that looked a little awkward, but it slid off her face quickly. \n\nValio wonders if Ares misses his family. If Valio had any, would she miss them? Valio is cold of heart and soul, but gentle at least. She hoped she was. Guess prison really did wonders for her. \n\nValio's frown dramatically took up 75% of her face when Ares leaned on her. Her spiky hair looked like an absurd wig on him. Contrary to popular belief she does take good care of it and she thinks it's soft. \n\n\"I can make the process go slower.\" \nValio said poking his forehead with her finger. \n\"I knooooow. I'll hopefully be back soon. Don't break for spine till then.\" \n\nValio heard that snicker and pinched his nose. \n\"You're like a white fox. Loud and always jumping headfirst into snow. Did you know that.\" \n\nValio's voice was serious but hopefully Ares knew it was a joke. \nThey're both like... Valio wasn't sure. Valio's face scrunches in thought. One of those puzzle cubes. It takes a little time to show parts of them. Was that right. \n\nValio would have to think on it when she doesn't have this explosive little parasite on her. \nAres wasn't a parasite."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares snickered as Valio grabbed his nose. He scrunched it up with a childlike expression, letting himself smile so genuinely he felt it press up against his cheeks. Ares rarely smiled to the point of showing his dimples, but they couldn't lay dormant forever and Valio always managed to bring them out. \n\n\"I like foxes— I'll take that as a compliment.\" \n\nHere, Ares was the happiest. This kind of joy was only brought out in him when he was with his siblings back home. It felt like warmth in his chest and the laughter of jokes. It was comforting and familiar, but only a few people could make Ares feel that way. \n\nAfter letting his smile subside, a thought slid itself into his head. \n\n\"Hey Val. What's going to happen after you get better?\" \n\nAres had nearly forgotten Valio was 21. The situation with her being a fugitive had distracted him from the idea that she would be leaving soon. Even just the thought made his chest burn with a grief he couldn't place. \n\nMaybe something else would happen— and she could stay for longer. Ares hoped that was true, even if he knew it wasn't."
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Valio scoffed, crossing her arms and in turn, trapping Ares within them. Val liked having people close, contrary to the standoffish nature she has. Valio looked at how, bright Ares looked Val is so glad she's able to give him that sort of comfort. Kids like him need it, just a time to not have something weighing on them like a weight of pain and agonized whispers.\n\n\"Sure. Whatever you say.\" \n\nValio felt calm, surprisingly. Which was a great opposite of the wreck of anxiety and panic she was reduced to while alone in the hospital. Thinking she'd lost everything at once. \n\nA small ball of guilt forms so gently against her head. She wants to take it away but she knows she can't. He's too stubborn.\n\n\"They haven't told me yet. But, I don't think any good is coming out of the end of my recovery.\"\n\nShe was honest, having a horrible feeling about the end. Waiting always has that sort of effect of malignant dread. At least she could tell the trust, it's what she has always done and will continue to do, like check marks on a paper soaked with tears. \n\nShe wasn't sure, and the future was so ominous that it cast her into a disquieted sea of doubt. \nWhat would happen if she was gone? She promised she wouldn't hurt others... What if she is doing that again. \n\nValio's brow furrows and she looks to the window, where the reflection seems to play with her...*Not showing Ares at her side at all*."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares felt the tug of Valios arms and just accepted that he would never be able to stay apart from her for long. With a content smile, he rested his head against Valio. Her torso was muscular and safe, it was the strong of a mountain that held life itself in its trees. Never ending rivers and waterfalls found home in their eyes, and thunder clouds with strikes of lightning played with the tips of her hair. She was family, and more comfort than Ares could explain. \n\n\"Nothing good... Hm. Sounds right.\" Ares' voice had softened. It spoke words of the coming rain, drenching his once playful snicker in a cold freeze. \"Do you think they're going to make you leave?\"\n\nHe didn't want to think about Valio being gone. Ares would be stuck at the facility for another three years, with no way to leave or get out. Of course, he could *Try* But doing so would create disastrous consequences he knew he wasn't willing to face.\n\nAres was asking a lot of questions, some of which he was certain Valio wouldn't be able to answer. She wasn't some all knowing person, above hardship and struggle. Ares knew that she was equally as unsure as he was, but he couldn't help but reach and claw for any sort of answer. He hated the uncertainty and the dreadful wait. \n\n\"Promise me that if you do get sent home, you'll keep talking to me? Or at least, see me one more time before you have to leave?\"\n\nA part of him longed to ask her to make sure to hug him on the dreadful day she would have to leave, but he bit his tongue. \n\nAres felt his brows fall heavy, he didn't want this meeting to be sad and refused to let it be tainted, but the thought was so heavy and present. It was unavoidable like the violent chill of a freezing night. The kind of cold that seeps beneath your skin and slows your blood. It was something he couldn't avoid thinking about.\n_ _\n\nWhat he could do, however, is make sure the last moments he would have with Valio would be ones worthwhile. Every second with Valio was worth it, every memory was held dear to his heart no matter how mundane it seemed to be. He thought of the drinks that would be left on his windowsill, an offering and a reminder to take care of himself. The bandaids she got him still sat neatly in his desk, for whenever he decided to spend hours on his guitar like he used to. Her birthday, the night they met over hot chocolate and jokes, all the days spent running through the grass of the courtyard and how he would smile and scream when she would pick him up throw him. All of it rushed into Ares' mind with a fondness he couldn't explain. The two had known the other for less than a year, yet had crafted stories and memories from nothing but the spark of fireworks and the crackle of lightning. They had each other no matter what, that's something Ares would never forget. \n\n\"Are you going to be okay? This is all... A lot.\""
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Ares was something Valio unconsciously held close to her heart. Not close enough though. They're oddly clos yet there's miles between them that they'll never touch. Soon there will be world's apart. Yet she will not answer. How Ares looked as he was, all too big for life to handle. He'll fall... Probably, will Val even be there to help? No. \n\n\"Yes.\" \nValio said in a whisper unlike the thundering tone she usually wears like a badge of honor. It's something they both must come to face, that most good will come to an end. \n\nValio knew she'd have little time. The fact it went so quickly was proof enough. Valio could think of a life without anyone because she has experienced it already... She barely knew anybody. \n\nAres was young, put in a place because of something she guessed was either an accident or not even his fault. This entire facility is a joke, planted on the fact everyone needs an area to figure out the unknown. It's just how everything was. Observed and kept. But, it could have been worse and she can't complain. Valio knows uncertainty almost intimately, how it lines her head and thought like linen sheets. Every action is somewhat backed by that numbing emotion. She would be a jester to think anything but it. \n\n\"You know I can't promise that. I can say I will try, Ares. That's as much as we both know.\" \n\nThis was supposed to be joyful, but most meetings with Valio Adjuk are everything but. She is just the snow before a blizzard, something before everything falls. It's oh so gentle, a false security. Valio mumbled something, incoherent and watery. Valio felt cold like a river freezing as time moved ever onward. Ares was something worth remembering fondly. It's almost like those nights she spent with willow, giggling over the animals Valio would create with a wave of her hand. Valio was like lightning itself. Ironic is it not? Shining so brightly before vanishing as if never existing. She hoped she wasn't something worthy of breaking his heart.\n\n.\n\nIt's cruel, letting her do all this and then leaving. It's evil and it's disgusting. She actually loved being friends with him, as brief as it was. She just can't see this boy sad. A frown dosent belong on his face and yet it might be there. Will she'll be the reason? Valio tried her best to care for everyone. She and Ares got off on a rocky start and there she was leaving him everything under the sun just in case. His laughter was sweet, even if it was loud it made her dote on the boy more than she'd be willing to admit. So long without something like that can break those walls so easily. There's almost nothing so undoing as family. Valio didn't want to admit it. She was being selfless, always. Every question brushed so easily by means of instead helping the other. She tried, she failed and she's failing again. \n\n*\"Are you?\"*\n\nValio asked simply. She could care less about herself at this moment. He was being left behind not her. \nShe needed to know if he was going to be okay and she wasn't just leaving him to something sanguinary."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Hearing Valio confirm she would be leaving, felt like like something Ares had both accepted and denied. He wouldn't admit it, while simultaneously knowing to the core of his being that it was true. The boy didn't move, simply sat stationary where he was. \n\n\"I know, I cant expect you to promise me anything. I guess it's more of a wish.\" \n\nHe felt his brow tighten, how could all of this be fair? Ares had taken the time to grow something, a friendship, only for it to be taken from him. A feeling that Ares was *So* Used to, yet the sting never subsided. He never felt it go away; ripping off the bandaid never got easier. His mind always told him that if the same thing happened to him enough times, it would slowly stop hurting. Yet, this was the one thing Ares couldn't grow callous over. It never stopped hurting. Ares would never stop feeling the pressure in his throat and the sting in his eyes when he had to say a goodbye. Nothing lasts forever, he knows this. \n\nHe simply cared too much about Valio, and everything they had done together, to turn a blind eye and pretend it didn't hurt for her to leave. \n\n\"I *Will* Be okay. I always am. It still sucks so much that you have to leave— though.\" He sighed. \"Thats expected though.\"\n\nAres was distracted, but content. Although the upcoming tidal wave was looming over his head, casting a haunting shadow that spoke of horrible times and empty emotions, Ares was here. He was with Valio, and that was worth more than he could comprehend. He had to appreciate the last moments the two had together, and hope for the best when it came to communication afterwards. \n\nShe wouldn't leave him. Ares knew that. Ares *Hoped* He knew that. \n\n\"You're turn. Are *You* Going to be okay.\""
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Valio frowned and grimaced, thinking of the possibilities of her time left. There was so little going on currently but Valio was so terrified. The future is a fickle thing Valio is forever endlessly scared of. \nBecause she didn't know it she lost people. \n\n\"I want to fulfill it, but we both know I can't.\"\n\nValio was so used to the feeling of being utterly and suffocatingly alone. The touch of just wind and it being your only company for so long, it tends to change people. She knew Ares was going to hurt, and that's what wished to break Valio the most. The tender touch of feeling useless encompassing her heart and decisions. She wished to change so much and be there, but nothing really goes her way, no matter how much she has lost. No matter how much has feel through her fingers.\n\nShe wishes to take pain from others but all she did was take it away from herself. \n\n\"I doubt that, Ares.\" Valio gives Ares a side eye that explained so much yet so little. \n\"It's expected, but you don't have to be okay about it at all. I don't expect you to be strong all the time and I never will, that's just not fair.\"\n\nValio looked at her hands again, all scarred and broken, bits of flesh missing with the heat of guilt filling them instead. Her index and her thumb touch, nothing is felt. \nValio knows she'll never feel that thing, yet she tries over and over again. \n\nShe dosent know what to feel or do. \nNot anymore. \n\n\"Not sure.\"\n\nShe wasn't. She never was."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares sighed slightly. He would be fine being where he was, as long as Valio was around. He had regrettably grown dependent on her; was that what this was? Was Ares dependant? Or had he finally found someone he was comfortable with. A friend, a sister. He wasn't dependent on his siblings was he, and this felt all too similar. Maybe the boy just couldn't admit that he had grown attached. \n\n\"We should do something, yknow.\" He sat up for a moment, energy returning to his demeanour. \"I dont know, a sort of celebration for when you finally get out of this place.\"\n\nAres was starting to turn the ideas over in his head, everything that they had done up until this point. How everything between the two was happy, filled with adventure and unfiltered laughter. Nothing could taint those thoughts, they weren't sad. They were the best moments of his life. They had to go out with a bang.\n\n\"Once you're better, and out of this hospital room. We are gonna have fun, swear it.\" There was a smirk on his lips, and a snicker between his words."
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Valio hums, tapping her leg with her fingers. The air around them was charged with a vulgar sense of shallow joy with deep unease. Valio clicks her tongue. \n\n\"Uh. Shoot me out of a cannon?\"\nShe jests. Before raising her hands up in a mock surrender. Her hands fall back down before speaking again. \n\"Sure.\"\n\nValio pursed her lips, looking at Ares with something unreadable. Her mind filtering through the indelible memories she has made with the boy beside her. Valio hoped she brought the stars just a little closer to his eyes in the time she was here. \n\n\"Alright alright. I can swear on that, Morales.\" \nValio brings him close for another hug. \n\"Make sure you always remember them with a smile, no?\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares snickered as Valio pulled him into a hug. Her strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tight to her chest. He never felt so safe, so at home. Valio meant the world to Ares— even if he would never say it out loud. \n\nShe had a way of making an impact on people. Ares couldn't deny he knew how much others appreciated her as well. She was simply that kind of person; one that people would never forget. Especially not Ares. Even then, he held a sort of pride in being one of her favourites. \n\n\"Good. Im glad you can swear on it— because I'm not letting you say no.\" He smiled through his words. With a tilt of his head, he just appreciated the hug for a while longer. The boy didn't want to leave, thankfully he wouldn't have to. Not for a while.\n\nHe sat up against the hospital bed, folded his legs and leaned back slightly.\n\n\"Now— lemme' tell ya' everything that's been happening.\" \n\nThe two sat there together, laughing and talking as they always did. Ever so callous, uncaring Ares was a different person. He was snickering and telling stories, he was open and carefree. He talked with the tone of an adventurous kid that just wanted to tell stories around a raging campfire. He wasn't violent here, he wasn't intimidating. He was allowed to be a kid, the boy was given the room to be a boy. Maturity had come to him hard and heavy, but here he could forget about being strong. He could be himself. \n\nThis was a side very few could bring out in him. Valio did it with ease.\n\n━━━━━━━━━(WOOOOOOOOOO)━━━━━━━━━"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "A sniffle here, a muffled cough there. Someone was sick in the sci-fi aisle, and it wasn't the dust and the mustiness of old books tickling their nose into the occasional sneeze. \n\nAkvilė had been confined to her bedroom for what had felt like an eternity but was really only four days, and just those four days spent inside had apparently driven her a little nuts. Dressed in simple clothing, she'd been dragged out of her room and out of the Cradle's dominion by her own restlessness, bones aching and tendons knitting themselves into discontented knots until she could bear it no longer and her sickness found itself overshadowed. So she'd hopped on that bus, and she'd got off at the largest library in Isakstad, taking a minute to smoke half of a cigarette before gently pushing the doors open and shrinking into her own shadow.\n\nShe meekly waved at the librarian and made a beeline for the sci-fi section. Maxwell's gift had already been torn through with aplomb as she recovered from the Cradle itself nearly crushing her, and somehow none of the six books that sat on her bedside table waiting to be read beckoned to her. She dwelled on that oddity as she perused the shelves, sniffling and rubbing her nose and sometimes coughing into the crook of her arm, somehow trying to strike a balance between digging through a public library's sci-fi section and not getting anyone sick despite still, by any measure, being sick. Illness clearly hadn't stopped her before.\n\nHer thoughts were running amok after a few moments of digging. Illness tugged at her bones, nervousness tugged at her stomach, and lonesomeness tugged at her heartstrings and the ducts behind her eyes. It didn't help that she caught a glimpse of something (or someone?) she didn't want to be face-to-face with. But she'd already committed herself to the library, and all its thoughts, so she kept on digging."
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Uriel could spend all day in the library. In fact, they often did; traipsing around the shelves of stories with little intent besides the desire to get lost in swaths of words and stories. \n\nAnd that is where Akvile had found them. Tucked away in a far away corner, with a pile of books at their side, absentmindedly flipping through each one with a spaced-out expression. She could catch a glimpse of a couple of the spines— all fiction, mostly books aimed towards a younger audience. Glimpses of Narnia and various fairy tales were visible, although there were some in French.\n\nUriel looked up at the noise. They blink slowly as they meet Akvile's eyes, taking a couple of seconds to register the familar face. \n\n\"Oh,\" They simply say."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "*\"Oh.\"*\n\nIf the snow-haired spectre slumped in the corner felt nothing, it was because Akvilė felt *Everything,* And she felt everything at once: realization, nervousness at a rolling boil, sweat on her forehead, rabbit heart slamming against her ribcage. It was unpleasant, but for a reason she couldn't place her feet weren't budging. Really, it felt like she was frozen in place, mind whirling so fast around her that any step down either end of the aisle felt like stepping off the edge of the world.\n\nBut she couldn't just stand there, could she? The aisles were narrow, and she'd already had time plenty to work her way down from the other end. *Could* She just stand there, waiting for Uriel Melançon to leave? She knew very little about them, but she knew just how *Stagnant* They could be. It was an impasse, and the thought that she'd have to force herself towards them and through their line of sight was as terrifying as it seemed unavoidable.\n\nIt didn't help that she'd been chewing on forgiveness. Uriel, after all, had nothing to do with the family that'd callously tormented several of her ancestors to death or insanity, and it *Was* Cruel to pin any of that blame on them. But then forgiveness still was exceptionally bitter in the mouth. A crossroads sprawled in front of her, and she gulped at its certainty."
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Akvile continued to stare at them like a deer in headlights. It was not a foreign feeling for Uriel— in fact, they had met many people who, upon seeing them in person for the first time, opted for the same course of action.\n\nAnd so, Uriel continued to sit in place, blinking slowly at the girl standing over them. \n\n\"Do you...\" Uriel asks, the syllables slow out of their mouth. \"Need one of these books?\" \n\nTheir gloved hands gesture to the various paperbacks scattered around where they've been planted for the past couple of hours. They meet Akvile's eyes and see the wave of emotion tossing the girl this way and that, but Uriel says nothing about it. She was entitled to feel however she did, after all. Uriel did not want to actively try to prove her wrong— hopefully, she would realize it soon, without them pushing it. \n\n\"I am sorry for hoarding them.\" Uriel clears their throat. \"I find it hard to bear the thought of letting stories be tossed aside, although I know I cannot read them all at once.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "Her facial expression shifts slightly, and without any intent on her part, shepherding her down the apprehensive fork in her life's path that sprawled before her. She gulps– *Deep.*\n\n\"I- um... N-no.\" She finally forces something out after several moments of stuttering and stumbling, apparently deciding how she was going to politely navigate herself out of this most uncomfortable situation as she went along. Clearly she'd been thrown way off by this. \"They are, uh... They are for ch– books for children. Not my... Tea cup. So to, um... To speak.\" She hesitantly marches onward, still rooted in her boots in the aisle as her thoughts whirled about her head like debris in a hurricane. It felt like her legs were going to give out, yet somewhere deep down she couldn't bring herself to move.\n\nShe stands there for a few terrible moments instead, eyes darting between the pair of books tucked twixt her right forearm and her chest and Uriel's outline against the wall. Growing up in Šiauriniai lands brought with it an ingrained and hammered distrust of other similarly ancient clans of Blesseds, yet here was one, reading children's books in public and shrinking into their own frame. No malice tinged their words, no feelings of superiority; *Nothing.* In their outline she saw herself a decade prior, curled into the darkest least trodden corners of that library in Vilnius, a watchful eye kept on her by her aunt, a pile of children's literature flanking her on both sides as she couldn't bring herself to pick just one off the shelf. \n\n-\n\nThis moment, brief as it is, seems to jostle something loose inside of her. *Maybe they weren't so different;* But then what the hell did that mean for anything she'd been told about the Melançons? Was it all horseshit? Biased accounts passed down generation after generation, breeding hate and distrust for a group who'd only ever caused trouble for one or two people out of some misinterpretation of ancestor worship? Or was this simply how the others had been lured in, with placid smiles and a gentle demeanour? Maybe the Melançons were misunderstood; maybe they were anglerfish.\n\nShe doesn't know, and she knows she won't know today. All she knows is she has one in her sights, and they remind her of herself in years past. It's a difficult situation.\n\n\"But I-I understand, I guess. Not wanting to– to toss stories aside.\""
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "It's far from the first time someone has been afraid of Uriel. Despite how often they've been faced with this situation, they still lack the faintest idea on how to respond. Instead, they slowly blink at Akvile as she talks, and wonder if their placid expression is enough to calm her down. \n\nUriel turns to place some of the books back in their correct spot as she talks. \"Are we not children?\" They wonder out loud, grey eyes foggy and dazed. \"Even if we are not technically so, I have a hard time feeling we are anything but tall children.\" \n\nAlice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, and The Phantom Tollbooth are all returned to their original snug spots as Uriel begins to clean their pile of books somewhat. \n\n\"I have read most of these already.\" They reply blankly, deftly slotting in a stubborn book between two companions. \"I simply like the company. It is pleasant to see old friends. I wonder if they have changed, and I ask how they are.\" \n\nThey pause, and turn back to look at Akvile, last book still in hand. \"Are you much the same?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "The slow blink does nothing to allay her fear. Nothing would, except a country of space between her and them; an impossibility in the moment.\n\nShe said nothing at first, instead looking once more at the stack of books and reflexively hiding part of herself behind the threshold of the aisle. It was a peculiar set of books for someone not much younger than her, at least by her perception, but it made a little more sense in the context of what Uriel was saying. They spoke of themself and those around the Cradle as children, regardless of their age or worldly experiences, and in this light the pile of children's literature made sense. Somewhat, at least. Unfortunately she has little time to chew on this nugget of thought as they continue to speak.\n\n*\"Are you much the same?\"*\n\n\"Oh!– um... N-not quite.\" Is all she squeaks out. It's not the full truth, but not a bold-faced lie either. She hums erratically and nervously, opening her mouth to speak and shutting it twice before finally coaxing a bit more out of herself. \"I do not cling, I, uh... I guess. To– to characters. It is the, um... The lands, is it called? That fascinates me.\"\n\nSeemingly having said enough she fell quiet, the rubbing of fabrics against each other the only noise emanating from her direction as she dabbed beads of sweat from her cheeks."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"...The fuck is wrong with people here, man?\"\n\n□ An annoyed utterance, from a disgruntled teenager sat at a public park table with chess pieces and a cigarette on the go. Margo had been rather bored, to put it lightly, and boredom always seemed to drive her out of her room and into town. Perhaps it was the change of scenery, or the noise that kept her brain on edge in such a way that she couldn't even really *Process* That she was bored out of her skull and about to start talking to volleyballs to cope. Whatever it was, she'd found a bit of solace in her life at the Cradle simply heading into town, and getting up to whatever she felt like doing.\n\n▪︎ As it turned out, today it was chess. Just one small problem remained: nobody seemed to want to play.\n\n• Understandably a little frustrated, she now found herself stewing at the table, shooting leery looks, and wondering what the hell it was about this place that nobody seemed to want to play chess in a public park. She'd done it all the time back home, so what gave? Was it her tattoos? The haze around her head? Her generally unapproachable air? Whatever it was, she did not like it one bit."
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "*Connor found Margo as he was strolling through town. He hadn't been at the Cradle very long, and had almost immediately gone to the site itself when he arrived in town, so this was his opportunity to explore the city. He took a seat opposite of her and carefully (but obviously) tucked the chains of his manacles into his sleeves to prevent them from scratching the chess board or knocking pieces over mid game.*\n\n\"It's been a while since I did this so forgive me if I'm not the best.\" *He said, going ahead and moving a pawn forward to start off the game.*"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"No questions, no introduction, nothing, huh?\" Margo commented with an amused lilt as the stranger sat down and quickly made his first move. \"I can fuck with it. You're on.\"\n\n□ Of course, as she spoke she eyed her mark down, trying to get an idea of whether or not the shackled boy across from her was being genuine or deceptively modest. He seemed to be telling the truth, but his move, some sort of strong opener, told her that he was at least familiar with the game; whether this was due to actually playing often, or watching chess content creators online, she figured she'd know eventually. Humming, her lips flattened out and curled up at the corners, mirror eyes scanning the board and considering all of her moves. Did she go with her tried and true opening? Or did she listen to common sense and swap it up in response to this lad's move?\n\n▪︎ After a few good moments of humming and hawing, she made her move.\n\n◆ \"Thanks for sitting down for a game, man. I've been here about an hour, and fuck, barely anybody's even given me a second glance.\" She broke the silence after her move. \"Back in Brooklyn that'd be a fuckin' sin, but I guess Swedes aren't as fond of playing chess with strangers as us American intellectuals seem to be. You smoke?\"\n\n[Yeah, I tend to write a decent amount, it's just my personal style lol]"
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "\"Figured we'd get to know eachother as we played, since we might be here for a little while.\" *Connor responded first.* \"It's been a hot minute since I last played. I normally have other things to do, but today I keep getting distracted. Might as well keep the streak of not doing what I need going.\" *He said with a chuckle.*\n\n\"Not a smoker personally. I have my vices, but smoking isn't one of them.\" *He explained, making a responding move with little hesitation - a sign of impatience or of having pre-planned, even he wasn't sure.* \"My old group used to but I never got into it. Just wasn't the type of thing I really had much of an interest in. Few of them drank to take the edge off, most of them smoked, and some of them had some... Other things.\" *Connor's words landed with some negative undertone to them, despite being references to the people he used to hang out with consistently.* \"I'm Connor, by the way. Just got here today for Newton's Cradle, which I figure was remotely obvious by the fact that I present myself like a fucking anime character.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"The longer the better. Even with air conditioning the Cradle's fuckin' unbearable this time of year... Better to be outside, weirdly enough.\" \n\n□ A hum of amusement left her throat as she postulated on the weirdness of outdoors being better than indoors. She'd heard tales of European homes and buildings being designed to retain heat much better than the American standard, but experiencing it firsthand reminded her just how *Much* Poorly insulated homes with air conditioning seemed to help when the thermostat got cranked to one oh six. Fishing out her pack of smokes, she flipped the top and nabbed a cancer stick with beaked lips, lighting it with the strike of a match like a total fuckin' hipster before making her play. Offensive-defensive, she strove to straddle the line between aggression and caution, and it was what made her so good.\n\n▪︎ That, and her brain was so sharp it could split an atom.\n\n◆ \"Fair. Figured I'd offer.\" She took a drag and exhaled, thin wisps of off-white smoke trailing from her lips like ephemeral waterfalls. \"Anyways... Gotcha. Sounds like your friends were druggies... God knows I was friends with one back home. Amazing guitarist, but how the fuck does he live with himself knowing he's an addict, man...?\" She groaned, all too aware of the hypocrisy of calling one of her close friends an addict while smoking the world's most widespread addictive substance in public. She was underage, why was she so confident? \"Connor? Gotcha. Name's Margo, welcome to the Cradle. How are ya liking it so far?\""
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "*Connor responded with a move first before responding with words; overall, his strategy was mostly defensive, but he was attempting to spread it wide so he could protect multiple fronts. In spite of this, he was the first to take a piece.* \n\n\"They had a lot of issues. *We* Had a lot of issues. I'm in chains for a reason.\" *He said.* \"As for the Cradle, it's... Nice. I've met a few interesting characters so far but overall it's making me feel like this coat is more than a fashion statement.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Because of your friends? Sounds like you're a sacrificial lamb, man.\" Margo commented, watching as Connor made his move. Wide-spread defense, like the Maginot Line, and like the former she'd figure out a way around it entirely in time. For now, though, she set up a piece in position to trap the offending piece in as many possible moves as possible. \"But maybe I'm misunderstanding, huh?\"\n\n□ Rather than directly ask what was up with the chains, she figured if Connor wanted to talk about them he would. It was the same with anyone at the Cradle who had visual deformities or oddities: if they wished to speak, she'd let them, but otherwise she figured it best to leave it alone, and to not push too hard. She might have been fine with discussing her deformities at length, but that didn't mean others were, and it was something she had been troubled by in the past.\n\n▪︎ For now, though, she took a drag and hummed. \n\n◆ \"Yeah, man, it's... It's summer. Sweden's crazy warm in the summer. Why the fuck are you wearing a coat?\" Margo laughed. \"Like, don't get me wrong, I adore my camo jacket, and I love cold weather because it gives me a reason to wear it, but even I'm not foolish enough to wear a heavy-ass coat when it's, like, one-oh-two out right now. Maybe you have a reason for it, though, huh? Maybe I shouldn't judge.\""
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "\"Honestly I'm just used to it at this point. That and...\" *Connor lifted his coat slightly and showed off that underneath were several sets of interlocking chains wrapped around him, with only cloth to separate it from his skin.* \"Easier to just explain the shackles than to explain all this. Which, no, I am not going to explain now.\" *He said. He was also very intentionally ignoring the first comment; perhaps he was a sacrificial lamb, all things considered, but in his mind he had enjoyed his time with them, even if he was through with it now.* \"You're pretty good at this.\" *He said, changing the subject.* \"Been practicing a lot?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Wasn't planning on asking about it... *Oh.*\" Margo failed to keep her surprise in as Connor lifted the jacket off and unveiled several sets of shackles. \"Bit more than I was expecting, man. Must be heavy.\"\n\n□ Casually talking, she eyed the board down, plotting her moves out way in advance. She'd learned, through years of experience and watching grandmasters play like the nerd she was, that planning ahead was key for chess. Five, ten, even fifteen or twenty moves in advance often was the difference between a stalemate or a loss and sweet, sweet victory.\n\n▪︎ Thankfully, Connor seemed all too eager to inflate her ego. She smirked.\n\n◆ \"Been playing since I was a kid.\" She spoke, tapping her fingertips against the table. \"Learned from an uncle, and never stopped. You?\""
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "\"Heavy as hell. I'm not going to say 'Oh, the weight of my sins is more!' or any basic, borderline self-righteous bullshit like that. I just find it comfortable. Oddly so.\" *Connor was only thinking slightly in advance as he made his next move; not nearly as much as Margo was. He was considering a few options, but truth be told, was not seeing several of Margo's potential setups across the board. As he made his next move, the flaw he made was obvious to even the most new of players - whether it was a trick or a genuine error in judgment, that was the more complicated question.* \"I haven't played that long, just a few years now. It takes my mind off things.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Like a weighted blanket, huh?\" How very neurodivergent of her to jump immediately to the weighted blanket she'd received in the mail recently. \"I getcha. Makes sense, man... Makes sense.\"\n\n□ Casually talking, she took note of her opponent's amateur blunder, but debated on capitalizing on it immediately. What were the chances he'd move that piece again? Not likely, given the weakness she was planning on poking at. So, she made her move, and the mistake was unpunished.\n\n▪︎ Of course, though, now a large part of the left side was now in danger. Win some, lose some.\n\n◆ \"More like keeps your mind too busy to think about bad shit.\" She chuckled, taking a drag of her cigarette and attempting to blow rings only somewhat successfully. Baby steps. \"I know that's why I try to keep myself busy; downtime is downertime, as it turns out.\""
},
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "\"Never heard that before, I kinda like that.\" *Connor replied both verbally and on the board.* \"I have no issue with downtime personally but yeah, I get that. It's nice to be able to have time to think sometimes, I find. Plus more downtime means less time dealing with people I don't like.\" *He stated.*\n\n\"If you don't mind my asking, you're at the Cradle. So what's your power? I mean, your... Eye is also more than a bit unusual. So you definitely have something going on, and I'm curious what it is.\" *Connor tried to tiptoe around the topic slightly, just in case it was a sensitive subject. But he wasn't about to not ask his question, so he went with it anyway. He was potentially digging himself a hole - one that might be a grave if he wasn't careful. He had a pretty good eye for telling when people were dangers to him, though, and Margo didn't seem like she'd threaten him.*"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Guess so.\"\n\n□ A short hum, and eyes fixed on the board. By this point her whole posture had shifted, thoughtfully leaned in towards the board, her every breath deliberately shallow to keep her mind as focused on the song and dance of chess and conversation she found herself in. Fingers tapping against a rook as she considered whether or not to move it, she noted Connor's question fired off from eggshells, and figured she might as well talk a little.\n\n▪︎ It wouldn't hurt.\n\n◆ \"My left eye's able to see in ultraviolet, infrared, and x-ray, and my eyes can also zoom in quite a bit.\" Margo calmly spoke, clearly used to talking about her powers at this point. \"It also marks me out as a weirdo, but not much I can do about it. Your go.\""
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "\"Infrared... Do you ever use it as a lie detector? You could tell shifts in temperature and use that as a makeshift way to tell if someone is being dishonest.\" *Connor asked, debating his next move.* \"I'm into physics. It comes in handy.\" *He called himself out, and then responded to his question himself, just for the sake of respect; he took a moment to consider his move one last time, then slowly and carefully manipulated the gravity of his piece, floating it up and across to its destination.* \"That knowledge also helps with my power.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Not really, no. I've got a good enough sense of people to tell when they're lying.\" Margo shrugged. \"But...? That's not a bad idea. Like a polygraph, except temperature instead of heart rate. Not bad, man.\"\n\n▪︎ Shallow nodding, she took the moment or so it took Connor to move to think on what he'd said. Infrared... As a lie detector? There'd be no way for it to be entirely truthful, but no lie detecting test was infallible, so it still seemed a reasonable way of doing things. Eyes trained on the board, she noticed one of the other lad's pieces floating a bit above the chiseled-in board, and immediately noted it down in her head.\n\n▪︎ Telekinesis, but by what mechanism?\n\n◆ \"Just noticed that.\" She hummed, considering her next move for a few good moments. \"Physics and telekinesis tells me you're fucking around with gravity; mind telling me about whatever your powers are, man?\""
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "\"You have it spot on. It's basically just control over gravity, to an extent. Issue is it's more than just 'think about it and it does it', I have to actually take care to use the right amount of force or things go flying into walls and shit.\" *He said.* \"It has its uses. Means of both offense and defense, if I ever need it, and of course I can get from place to place easier.\n\n\"Don't get too distracted by my powers; we have a game to play. Though maybe distracting you would play to my benefit.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"No shit. Gravity's a fundamental force, so once you start playing with it I can see how... Y'know. Tiny perturbations turn into giant issues, like... *This.*\"\n\n□ Without breaking a sweat or veering off course, she quickly and decisively snatched up one of Connor's pieces, opening up a hole in his defenses he may not have seen, or perhaps ignored. It was the old instincts coming into play, and while she'd also lost a few so far she seemed to be doing a wholly better job at both keeping her defenses up and applying foresight-aided pressure.\n\n▪︎ But, hey, she wasn't about to get cocky. She knew her last move was a bit of a gamble, but even her gambles had Lady Luck at their back.\n\n◆ \"I've been trying to actively improve my powers, though, and... It's not easy, man. Or, maybe it just doesn't come naturally to me...\" She hummed, taking a drag from her cigarette and ashing it into an empty soda can she'd plucked out of a recycling bin for this exact purpose. \"Is it like that for you? As in, er... It comes so naturally you don't even how to really work on the basics. That sorta idea. I know I can activate different wavelengths at will, and focus to zoom, but how do I work on that? What helps improve infrared sight, for example?\""
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "\"Fuck.\" *Connor muttered as Margo completely tore a hole in his oh-so-carefully prepared defenses. (/s)* \"The power itself doesn't come naturally to me. But the knowledge of physics needed to use it does, to an extent. I've had a few times when I've just naturally, completely accidentally known some sort of physics answer without any clue how or why I know it. So I feel like there's a side effect I don't know about.\n\n\"As for training yours...\" *Connor made a move on the board as he spoke, thinking about options for Margo. The move was suboptimal, but basically everything he could think to do now was suboptimal in some regard, and it was just a matter of doing the most optimal suboptimal move.* \"I can't say if it'll work, but you said directly, it's infrared *Sight*. It should just be able to be trained like any other form of sight. Eye exercises, focusing and unfocusing on things, et cetera. Worst case scenario, it might not be 'stronger' by any means, but it should be more natural. And if it's more natural then maybe you can slowly, naturally build it up. I really don't know how these power things work, I just kind of exist with mine and don't think too much about anything.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"...Huh.\" An eyebrow inquisitively rose up, lazy yet steady. \"So, you're born with physics in your blood? Fuck, man, that's pretty cool. It's basically a primal instinct sort of thing, huh?\"\n\n□ Watching as Connor made his next move, she hid her displeasure pretty well. She'd had him in a bit of a pre-determined gameplan for the past couple of turns, but now he'd veered far off of the course she was planning to take through the rest of the game. Unfortunate, but nothing to cry over; she moved a piece, then looked back up at him. \"That's not a bad idea, honestly. It still feels a little bit... Sticky, for lack of better words, when I use it. It's like the cogs that make it work take a bit to lurch to life, and with my x-ray sight it's basically non-functional. Flickers, afterimages, impossible colours... But nothing solid. It's frustrating, but there isn't shit I can do except work on it, so.\"\n\n▪︎ A brief pause followed as she took another puff. Awfully bold for a sixteen year-old to be smoking so flagrantly in public.\n\n◆ \"Also, you said it's been a while...? Well, you just threw me for a fuckin' loop, so you're not doing half bad. You should hit the online sites after this, though... Your defense could be better, man.\""
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "\"We have iron in our blood, that's what gives it that distinct red color.\" *Connor began, at first completely nonobvious where he was headed with his topic.* \"You know where iron comes from? Supernovae. Nuclear fusion inside long-dead stars combining lighter elements into heavy metals. Iron is one of them. So, we literally have stardust in our blood.\" *Connor leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms, then put them on the table.* \"Look, I'm not a romantic or anything. I'm not religious or spiritual in the slightest. But you saying I have physics in my blood makes me laugh a bit, just 'cuz I know that it's not entirely inaccurate even from a scientific point of view; my blood is inherently the product of billions of years of physics.\"\n\n*Connor made his next move with more than a hint of hesitation, a bit nervous as to how the game would turn out at this point, but nevertheless continuing with it.* \"I'll check it out. Appreciate the compliment though.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"...Quite a roundabout way of saying I'm technically correct.\" Was all Margo crooned out lowly after Connor was done talking. \"How'd you find out about your powers?\"\n\n□ *Casual segue,* She figured as she swapped the topic up slightly from the passé notion that humans were all made of stardust. It was a nice idea when one was fourteen and still in the valley betwixt childhood wonder and adult defeat, but at sixteen? With an attempted murder charge under her belt and traumas beyond what she was even aware of? It was all frivolous and silly, though she didn't outright beseech it as such. So, she took one last puff and outed her cigarette, dropping it into the awaiting can and observing Connor's next play.\n\n▪︎ Thankfully she had a great poker face, otherwise she'd have gave her satisfaction away without meaning to."
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"author": "paragonoflife",
"message": "*Connor made one more move in response, setting himself up for a loss within just a couple of turns, unbeknownst to him.* \"Originally figured it out from... Honestly, I can't remember. I think it was a gradual thing, something innate, when it first figured it out. Then when it developed further, it was from stress brought on by the original power. That was when the gravity revealed itself.\" *He stated.* \"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that I got the out I needed in that situation. But I also wish that situation hadn't happened at all.\" *He sighed.* \"How about you? Just woke up one day with a funky eye?\" *He joked.*"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Fair. It's less you figured it out and more the universe told you, hm?\" Margo spoke with a lazy, airy cadence, observing how Connor's hand curled and contracted as he grabbed a piece and moved it, directly into extreme peril. If she wasn't the sort to take chess seriously, she'd have let out a laugh at the move. \"Makes sense.\"\n\n□ A hum left her lips, jaw clicking lightly into place as she made her move. Confident, she placed down her knight, and promptly scooped up one of Connor's pieces. Perhaps he hadn't realized it yet, but she knew that things were as good as over now, his king doomed to shimmy in misery for eternity as she placed the damned thing in check over and over, tapping her fingers against the granite tabletop surrounding the carved chessboard.\n\n▪︎ A faint smile crossed her lips as Connor asked about the origins of her powers.\n\n◆ \"I was born like this. Kind of, at least.\" She calmly replied, fishing another cigarette out of her pack and lighting it up with flagrant disregard for any police officers that might have been around. The flick of a Zippo later, she took the first drag, and exhaled a thin wispy cloud. \"At birth my left eye was actually... Believe it or not, shit was clouded over with a huge cataract. Apparently that was really unusual, and for a while they were considering calling my condition an Abernathy Cataract – by the way, that's not my last name by choice, and I *Will* Throw your ass into a dumpster if you dare use it.\" Half-joking, half threat. What a classic. \"But anyways, when I was six I got roped into a dare with a few of my siblings, and in the aftermath I nearly fuckin' died, and all I got was this lousy eye.\""
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "It was more or less during the day, the sky was grey but the voices of people were loud and gorged on joyous interaction. She applauds this feeble city for being so quick to get back upon their own feet when a mess is next to them. Seeing the frailty of the world around them shatter in both aspects, it's strange and forces you to stand in one place till you sort yourself out or somebody shakes you out. Amelie loves to have the former. \n\nShe figured she needed to be away with the people she has been closely near lately. Those she has been close to she has felt she has messed up with. Causing too many figures to open up holes. She dosent want that guilty hidden stare from Anja. She did something wrong and she feels guilty, she knows, she knows.\nShe dosent want to be around Owen at all anymore, she thought she'd be better now that they've stop giving eachother stares but frankly it has gotten worse. Now Owen only ever speaks of Uriel. Amelie wanted to fight Basil for her, for her, and Owen said it should be for URIEL as well. Uriel has done *Nothing* To warrent something from her. \n\nShe needs a moment or eternity away from that mess, it makes her uncomfortable. She saw Akvile return and she was filled with joy. \n\nIt has been so long and she gets to see her darling friend again. Despite the sheepish and skittish movements all Amelie wishes to so with Akvile is spend hours of her day just speaking to her. It has been far too long. \n\nThe day is long, the market is loud and free. There's so much to choose from today, she hopes Akvile will like it. So she stands tall outside the market waiting for her friend, cane in hand. The bandages fresh and unstained. She breathes and she finds herself without shudder. This will be an unburdened moment, she hopes."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "Mottled greys stretched across the sky, infinite and tucked into the horizon like a quilt, and Akvilė felt engulfed in its comfort.\n\nMaybe it was the sun's powerlessness against the blanket pulled overhead, keeping the half of her that worried in comfortable darkness while letting the half of her driven by insatiable curiosity explore a devil lighter. But then it might have been circumstance, three and a half months' separation at an end within sight beckoning her forward and off the city bus in a flowing mass of beautiful fabric and knits. Maybe it didn't matter. She stepped off the bus with her radio grasped in the folds of her fingers, glanced up fron behind the odd wayward strand of hair, and felt an unsure smile spread across her face. It was nice out.\n\nSnapped out of her thoughts by the creeping awareness of her stillness against the nonstop motion of the city around her, she stepped into motion with a bead of sweat along her forehead and an excited yet unmistakably timid gait. Nature, after all, was nature: immovable, unnegotiable, omnipresent. Nature for her was to scurry, to stick to the shadows, to let the tapestry above blanket her in obscuring comfort, but Amelie wasn't waiting for her in the shadows. She was waiting for her, cane in hand and unmarred by blooded bandages, near the east gate, recognized by her hair through the iron fence round the plaza's perimeter. A small gasp forced its way from her throat as she hurried herself, her face softening, thoughts running nervous and excited and happy all at once. She quickly made her way through the crowds, never letting her gaze falter. Soon she turned the corner, and Amelie saw that part of her that only she saw. The eager yet timid smile, the wide eyes, the radio swaying emotively in her loose grip, the general looseness and friendly air that nobody else saw in her.\n\n-\n\n\"Uh... Hi, Amelie! It-it's been a while, no?\" Plain as day she announced her presence, standing a pace away and holding back the driving urge in her to wrap her arms around her friend tenderly, hold her there for a moment, smell her, simply enjoy the contact. But Amelie wasn't an easy friend to feel, or it wouldn't have been kind. Whatever it was that stopped her, it stopped her yet never wiped that desire from her posture. \"You, um... You must have come from hospital recently. Fresh... Fresh bandages. Y-yeah.\"\n\nShe smiled a genuine smile, and left the forum open for Amelie to stroll and lay the mottled blanket of her tightly weaved life upon her.\n\nI just. Went a little bit nuts lol"
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Amelie stood tall, she felt like a judge to most yet only a friend to the woman before her. \n\n\"It has been far too long.\" \nShe feels the fondness for the woman in her throat slick through her teeth. Her friend was a warm yet bleeding heart she thought, yet Amelie was here to cup the bleeding with her hands and cover it entirely. She can see the girl look like she wishes for a hug but her mouth thins in the slight pang of guilt for not being able to give Akvilė what she deserves.\n\nThe take at her bandages, yes she did make sure they were clean. She cannot go into public looking like she got hit by a train all the time. She takes pride in her physical image, just to make sure pity isn't the main thing she receives. She didn't want to glare at everyone, yet she would. \n\"Yes, I cannot look terrible when this is a good day after all.\" \n\nShe stands aside, motioning a hand outward to the colourful array of stalls before them. \n\"After you, M'lady.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "It *Had* Been far too long. She concurred that thought with a nod before she ever opened her mouth.\n\n\"It-it has, has it not?\" Perpetually uncertain, the words leaving her mouth dripped with hesitancy as if she didn't know what to say. She never did. What she did know, though, was that the farmer's market beckoned with its colourful stalls as much as it lit her body up with the urge to disappear, hide around a corner or behind a bin, anywhere that wouldn't leave her out to be perceived. The skittishness bristled within her; she looked back at her friend as something in her caught the wave of her hand.\n\n\"M'lady? Is that– is that not... Never mind.\" As easily as the gears had been loosed and spun in her skull they came to a grinding halt, the translation module in her noggin apparently parsing out that one word into her native Lithuanian just fast enough to save her from making a complete fool of herself. Though, would Amelie have even minded? Perhaps not. She laughed softly. \"I, uh. I understand, yes. You care much about your, um... Image. Better than– better than I.\" She gestured to her own outfit, itself composed of an old floral dress and a knit cardigan and woolen tights. \"I look like grandmother... But, um. Let's go.\"\n\nLurching into motion she paid great attention to her friend's walking speed. Amelie, after all, was held back by her own skeleton wanting to escape, so she couldn't just scurry through the crowds in an anxious tizzy like she often did, flitting from stall to stall and snacking the entire time. Instead she held herself slow and steady, matching pace with Amelie in gnarled silence for a few moments, the radio in her fingers bumping against her hip and thigh like the pendulum of a clock. She cleared her throat.\n\n-\n\n\"It's quite... Uh... Active, isn't it? English word evades me.\" She commented now that they were inside the plaza itself. \"I usually come later in day for, um... This reason.\" She continued, matching pace with Amelie and glancing between her and a few close booths. \"But, um... Wh-which do you like?\"\n\nIt was clear something was getting lost in translation, and it clearly bothered her. It was just the woes of speaking three languages: there'd always be one a little weaker than the rest. It didn't stop her from feeling quite awkward, though.\n\n[Whoops I went outta control pff]"
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Akvile stumbling over her own speech did not evade Amelie under any circumstance. Her words breaking and repeating like one with no ability to walk. \n\nShe ignored it and continued to walk slowly, her cane hitting the ground making just enough noise that the crowd splits at her call. It was good enough for what was supposed to be a destressing outing. This would be a good time to test how she was doing in the polish language.\n\"*Kwiaty i przyprawy.*\"\n\nIt was scratchy and sounded like it hurt but Amelie continued to walk and beckon Akvile forwards with her.\n \"Szukać czegoś?\"\nShe was clearly stumbling but she was trying, she grimaced and hoped Akvile would know what she is trying to talk about. \n\nThe girl in question looked small to where she towered over her now. At least she could hopefully see her in a crowd, people would trample over her less. Bargaining was going on and the heated tones of swedish traveled over the two. \n\nShe could tell Akvile wished to go faster but didn't want to lose Amelie in the process. She couldn't do anything about it even though it made her guilty. The girl needed a better place than this. Maybe past this market, in a suitable area with less people. Perhaps they can even go beyond the small city. It would certainly do Akvile good. A part of Amelie wished to see the radio towers she was traveling to so often. \n\nPerhaps another day."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "*Polish!* Akvilė audibly gasped, albeit softly.\n\n\"Kwiaty i przyprawy? Super!\" Like swapping masks, her entire demeanour shifted noticeably once she slipped into her beloved Polish. There was little hesitation, nor a stutter. Really, it seemed her innate personality came through better– or perhaps she was just relaxed. Walking at matched pace with Amelie her eyes darted from stall to stall excitedly, almost like a kid in a candy store with a crisp fifty in their tiny fist. \"Chcę po prostu patrzeć. Może kupię barwniki i trochę zielonki? Nie wiem.\" She continued.\n\nAs the pair walked, though, Akvilė picked up on a little trepidation from her dear friend. A grimace, a guilty look, the knitting of the muscles in her face. She could see it in her that she felt as if she were an iron ball chained about the other's ankle, ultimately weighing her down, and it welled up something despondent within her, something that yearned to know exactly what bothered her. It didn't help that in this moment she locked eyes with a young man, tall and dark-haired, and nearly stumbled into a barrel of potatoes as she found herself nearly transfixed by his temporary presence and the waft of cologne that trailed in his wake like a cape. Her entire face– alongside her ears– went red in the aftermath, and she retreated inwards into the fabrics she'd draped herself in and the hair she kept straight.\n\nSeemingly she'd been rendered speechless by that one-two wallop. All she could do in that moment of red-faced sweat-slicked embarrassment was turn to Amelie and let out a very throaty whine. What could she say? She'd nearly barreled through a barrel while admiring a man. She'd be having *Nightmares!*"
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Amelie sweeps her arm outward catching Akvile the moment the woman finds herself off kilter. She can feel her face morph into something akin to worry and fear in *Seconds*. \n\nAkvile is fine. Amelies arm goes to rest stiffly by her side. \nShe looks Akvile over once to make sure she isn't hurt as she feels her arm lose feeling for more than a second.\n\nThe woman beside her whines in discontent and Amelie looks over the crowd. Finding that boy was relatively easy for her now due to her, admittedly now confusing height. She finds herself grimacing at the look of him. She looks down to Akvile warbled stare with a frown gracing her features. \n\"Wygląda, jakby nie potrafił wymawiać samogłosek.\"\nShe leans down. \n\"Naprawdę?\"\n\nShe makes a noise in the back of her throat and rolls her eyes. \n\"Wyglądasz lepiej. Chodź teraz.\"\nShe stands fully and puts her free hand on her hip, waiting on Akvile to collect herself."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "As if nearly barreling into a bucket of potatoes in the presence of a cute guy wasn't bad enough, Amelie had her own piece to say. By the time she's done expressing her distaste for the guy Akvilė finds herself compelled into reaction. She usually is much too timid, but Ame is different. She gets the *True* Her, and so she does.\n\n\"Nie potrafi wymawiać samogłosek? Amelie!\" As it sinks in her embarrassment deepens, and she can't help but reach out and playfully smack her friend's arm– but just once. She lets out a noise between a laugh and a pleading whine and shrinks into herself a little. \"Jesteś podły! B-Był bardzo w porządku. Bogowie odwalili kawał dobrej roboty.\" She continues. \"Ale, uhm... Tak, naprawdę.\" She continues, translating justifications in her head and looking over at Amelie with an expression somewhere between shame and happiness. She knows her friend doesn't approve, but now that she's in motion... \"Ciemnowłosi mężczyźni i, um... I kowboje... Mogą mnie mi– mieć. Bez wątpienia.\" \n\nIt's a simple admission: she has a type. It's a shame her type doesn't like her back. A few moments more pass, quiet as moments in the farmer's market can be, and she eventually pulls her hair back a touch and looks over at her friend with a reddish face and a comfortably nervous expression. She's clearly chewing on something, unsure of how to spit it out but troubled by the prospect of just doing it. Then she does it;\n\n\"Ale o dziwo kowbojki tego nie robią. To znaczy dla mnie. Ja... Chyba mam inny gust. Mogę jeszcze trochę poszukać.\"\n\nShe falls silent, and paws strands of hair out of her sight."
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Amelie snorted in amusement when Akvile went to smack her arm. She did not regret a single word of what she said, she didn't have the 'eye' her friend had. She didn't have an eye for most men really, to who is their own. Perhaps she hasn't found the one. \n\nNot that she wouldn't mind not finding 'the one'.\n\"Nie jestem chamski. Stwierdzam tylko prawdę.\" She stares to Akvile assumption. She really loathe to think of that man. \nWithin moments Amelie was reduced to rolling her eye so hard it was almost lost like the other. (She needed the damn thing.) It is nice for Akvile to state what she wants, yet, Amelie cannot help but be judgemental of such tastes. Cowboys? They smell like manure and probably haven't known a proper bath that isn't a river in months. I guess that is what she thinks the beauty of it is, a muddy and disgusting man with a hat. Amelie can feel the grimace she sports wearing her features thin.\n\n\"Ja też nie widzę w nich atrakcyjności...\"\nShe sighed and waved her hand around in the air. \n\"Każdemu według własnego uznania, pomimo braków.\"\n\nShe wasn't about to start turning her own tastes to an obtuse angle, if she had ever thought about it as of late. Too much has happened and not enough time to think about smaller things. Death has no place for the lovesick, and she was filled with such an omen. \nPerhaps she will get that time eventually. \n\nShe guides Akvile quickly out of sight of any other barrels and motions to some stalls. \n\"Mam nadzieję, że nie ma tu nic, co mogłoby Cię rozpraszać?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "Despite the embarrassment tugging still at her throat and her cheeks and her chest Akvilė could clearly see the shadows of annoyance painting Amelie's facial features in a new light. The peaks and valleys echoed her inner thoughts, and she couldn't help but heed the silent groan rebounding against the bridge of her nose and the depressions of her eye sockets.\n\n\"Uhm... Chyba tak.\" The lonesome part of herself, shut in as it was, was loath to retreat back into its closet, but how could she justify keeping it up when Amelie seemed to be growing annoyed with her, or at least her dubious taste in men? Whether it was actual annoyance or simply her own fearful, nervous brain shifting into protective gear was uncertain. The end result was the same though: Akvilė fell quiet and followed her friend, intentionally leaving her grip on her radio loose so it could smack her hip like a pendulum, humming in acknowledgement as Amelie spoke.\n\nIt went as such for the following couple of moments: Amelie forging forward through the crowds, and Akvilė timidly yet excitedly following in her wake. It wasn't all that different from her solo trips to the market, admittedly, and what that meant for her longness for this world bristled at the front of her brain like a most terrible of itches. \n\nAmelie's words snapped her out of her thoughts after a couple of moments, and her eyes immediately lit up as they began to curiously scan the tables surrounding the pair. \"Och, Amelie... Jesz-jeszcze bardziej mnie rozproszyłaś.\" Soft laughter weaved itself through her words, timid as they were. \"Mam nadzieję, że nie masz nic przeciwko...\"\n\nShe turned her head to a booth selling knick-knacks and began to browse, looking over at Amelie after a bit just to make sure she hadn't driven her friend away by being dry. She always feared that."
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Amelie's features smoother out as much as they could instantly. It wasn't hard considering her only having two-thirds of a face to work with. Her face was Stony for a moment, ignorant over the chatter of others. \n\nAmelies eye was narrowed as she looked out for other people, always vigilant about unwanted touch and interaction. She need not make a scene in the middle of the market no? She'd be a mere mosquito to her friend if she even let the thought entertain her. (It won't.) She'd rather be hated than deemed insignificant enough to be cast aside without thought. \n\nShe hopes (selfishly) Akvile could never cast her aside so meaninglessly.\n\nAmelie watched Akvile's attention be quickly taken by a rapture of interest. Amelie had specifically brought her to a trinkets area, she vaugley remembers Akvile being taken by radioactive objects. She fortunately still does not understand why. That is a question for later in her life... Perhaps on her deathbed. She makes a scoffing noise, her face softening.\n\"Bądź moim gościem.\"\nShe looks over the tables herself for a moment. \n\"Sprowadziłem cię tu nie bez powodu.\"\n\nAmelie hums as she walks over to a table with various old-looking necklaces. She turns to Akvile to speak to her again.\n\"Chyba że naprawdę jestem głupcem i nienawidzisz takich rzeczy.\"\nTurning back to a stand she seems to leer at a necklace with a sort of rosary look, it probably was. \n\"*Ich hoffe, ich bin kein Dummkopf*.\"\nThe stall standee looked perturbed for a moment because of her, but looked away because she was interested after all. It seemed that way for them."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "Busily pawing through the various knick-knacks on the adjoining table, Akvilė was a little saddened (but not surprised) to hear Amelie speak in such a way, exposing her doubts and flaying herself so casually it seemed a knee-jerk reaction instead of simple self-hate. She couldn't help but turn to Amelie, frowning lightly and turning her attention from the badumbs on the table to her good friend.\n\nBut what did she say back? Communication was her flaw; she looked at Amelie with a certain kind of fondness tinged in sadness for a moment, gathering the words in her mouth like gobs of spit.\n\n\"Ehm... Głupiec? Nie, nie,\" She shakes her head lightly, \"Nie jesteś głupcem... A- nawet gdyby tak było, pozwoliłbym ci za-... Zabawiać mnie bez końca.\" Odd wording perhaps, but it feels as though it has to be said. At least it feels that way to Akvilė as she speaks the words, trying her damndest to chain how she feels about her friend together with her perennial stutter and Martian mind. She leans onto the ball of her foot, and in a single gentle motion that's perhaps lacking in clear thought reaches her hand out to massage Amelie's shoulder. \"To ładna bud-budka. Lubię takie małe figurki... Chyba przy– przypominają mi dom. Lalki. To miłe.\"\n\nIt's clear in her posture and her expression she's grappling with something internally as she begins to peruse the table of necklaces Amelie had set her sights upon. They're nice, but not nice enough to distract her sufficiently.\n\n\"Na co jednak patrzyłeś? Wiele, um... Wiele ładnych naszyjników tutaj. I masz rację, lubię podobizny i takie tam.\""
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"author": "bucke1",
"message": "Amelie stands tall, her back straight and her gaze no longer on the table but forward. She stills past curious eyes and things with loving meaning, past wood and earth and the death between it's wet soil. She stands in a warped place between her feet and the river she always stood against and next to Akvile a dear friend that dosent deserve her distant stares. \n\nTo endlessly entertain is to always have something to say... She does, but none are fit to hear it. She'll entertain Akvile and a few others for now, even if her acts aren't as spectacular as they used to be. \n\n\"Jestem zmęczony.\"\nShe says, her hand coming to hold her necklace that hangs like guilt around her throat.\n\"Nie wiem, jak cię zabawić.\"\n\nShe breathes, heavy, still breathing. \n\"Przez chwilę nie chciałem być obok ciebie.\"\nShe looks to the hand Akvile placed on her shoulder. \n\"Teraz ja robię.\"\n\n\"Więcej niż kiedykolwiek będziesz wiedział.\"\n\nAmelie let's go of her necklace and takes Akvile's hand in her scarred own and turns herself to Akvile completely. Amelies hand is cold, there's no bones, not now.\n\"Może jestem głupcem.\"\nShe bows slightly, her head just before Akvile's face. \n\"Teraz? Chętnie Cię zabawię.\"\n\n.\nAmelie drops Akvile's hand and turns quickly to the stall once more. She steps away from the necklaces and looks to other jewelries. \n\"Teraz. Lalki? Nie mówiłeś, że myślisz o nich z czułością.\"\nShe looks back to the Necklaces and finds a brilliantly pieced together necklace with... A topaz within it's middle piece. She moves to point at the necklace and gently asks the stall owner how much it was, she takes out her wallet and begins to take out the krona necessary for it. She receives the necklace and puts it within her jacket pocket quickly along with her wallet.\n\"Naszyjniki są przepiękne, podobają mi się.\"\nShe mutters then looks to Akvile for a moment.\n\"Chociaż nie jestem na tyle głupi, żeby sądzić, że ci się spodobają.\"\nShe purses her lips on how awful that sounded.\n\"Przyznaję, że masz bardziej osobliwy gust.\"\n\nShe thins herself out a little looking outward and around their area to look for things Akvile would like. \n\"Podoba mi się to w tobie.\"\nShe says casually, she snaps her finger and points to a stall.\n\"Myślenie o tym jest zabawne i interesujące.\"\nShe adds as she makes over to a different stall, one filled with more strange things that more align with Akvile's image that amelie has in her head.\n\n\"Wybierz, co chcesz. Moja nagroda za moją głupotę.\""
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"message": "**Oh my God I just remembered it's my turn**\n\nIf you see this Bucket. I'm sorry?"
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "It was a cold, crisp day in Isakstad, and Uriel was out of their element. \n\nIt was rare for them to venture outside of the Cradle walls, too enlightened with past instances of sudden bouts of sleepiness to entertain what it would be like to traipse around the town with little a care in the world. \n\nToday, though, it was different. Uriel had both a friend *And* Someone adept at style. Today was the day, they thought to themselves, picking at their knitted coin purse while they waited in town for Margo. \n\n*Today was the day Uriel bought new clothes.*\n\nUriel ran a couple of nervous fingers through their hair. Hopefully, their attempt to impress a certain someone wouldn't lead to them looking like a fool..."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ The bus drove away from the stop, and in its wake appeared a phoenix of a woman, smoke billowing from her pursed lips and straight candy apple locks framing her jagged, tired face.\n\n□ Standing there with a hand-rolled cigarette dangling from her lips, Margo scanned the surrounding area. The sidewalks were devoid of snowy albinos, as were the couple of business that ran along both sides. Fast food joints endemic to Sweden mingled with a Starbucks and a general purpose designer store, and in that mix Margo found herself strolling past and sneering at the former. Starbucks was *Trash* In her eyes. She spat on its window, flecks of tobacco and Tar intermingled with her saliva, trailing down in nasty streaks as she took the corner.\n\n▪︎ This smoky song and dance continued on for another five minutes before she *Finally* Found them, two stops down from where she'd initially disembarked. She grumbled under her breath and nearly jaywalked herself into a hospital bed as a Volvo slammed its brakes and came to a stop a few feet away.\n\n◆ \"Cocksucker! Watch where the fuck you're going, I'll skin you alive if I see you again, fucker!\" She shouted at the irate man behind the wheel as he leaned his head out the driver's side window and yelled at her. This continued on for a couple of moments, Margo and the man trading verbal insults, and it only seemed to stop short of blows because of his partner, heard yelling at him to just get going. Once the man drove by she pitched her heavy-bottomed Zippo at the trunk of the car, flipped it off, and swore up a storm under her breath as she finally approached Uri. \"Sorry about that, man. Inner angry New Yorker got to me. Like, fucking guy bowls through a red light, nearly hits me, and has the gall to say I'm in the wrong? I pray I see that bastard again. I pray. Anyways... Nice purse. You knitted it yourself, huh? Also to what do I owe the pleasure of being invited out?\""
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Margo entered like how a wildfire enters a forest— raging, breaks non-functioning as her anger accelerates with speeds that would make NASCAR drivers envious. Uriel can only blink in half-confusion, half-shock, unable to interfere as Margo gets into an argument with the man in the Volvo. \n\n*Oh dear,* They think, tilting their head with a hopeless expression. *At least court hasn't changed her.*\n\nIt takes a moment of Margo venting about the man before Uriel remembers they're in a conversation, and they lightly jingle the coin purse in their hand at Margo's compliment. \n\nHer temper may be... Questionable, but spending time with the lady always made something in Uriel's stomach bubble in happiness. She reminded them of their mom, almost, instead she ran hot like her hair instead of the ice-cool fury that flowed in every Frenchman's veins. \n\n\"Ah, well... I've saved up a fair bit of money from selling my wares to people, and...\" Their dark grey eyes shift down to their feet before returning to meet Margo's gaze. \n\n\"I would like to purchase... Some new clothes, is all.\" The pink on their cheeks *Must* Be due to the cold of the Swedish weather, Uriel rationalizes. \"A-and, well, you know far more about all of *This* Stuff than I do.\" Their accent thickens as they stumble over their words. \n\n\"Besides... You and Vi. I am sure a shopping trip with us two could help you impress her even more, no?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Admittedly I just get all my shit from Depop, Redbubble, and various thrift slash army surplus stores, but...\" Margo spoke, a note of agitation still underlying her voice, as if the face of the prick who'd nearly flattened her out was still replaying in her noggin. \"We'll find you something nice, I guess. What kinda budget you got, exactly?\"\n\n□ Ah, the tactlessness of it all. From ranting to downplaying her own eye for fashion directly into a band check, she unceremoniously grumbled and hummed her way through what she said, fishing out two lollipops from the permanently bulged left pocket of her camo coat and unwrapping one with her teeth before popping it into her mouth. She spat out a couple of bits of waxy paper then held the other one out towards Uri.\n\n▪︎ That was just how she did things.\n\n◆ \"I'm pretty sure all I have to do to impress Vi is exist.\" Margo chuckled. \"Like, sometimes, I'll be sitting around handling her chinchillas, and I can feel her just looking at me in the most... I dunno, loving way? It feels like rays of warm sunshine. I... Think we're both hopelessly head over heels for each other still.\" She continued, her voice velvety yet still distinctly snarled, like fine fabrics pulled hard over carefully articulated animal skeletons. \"But also I do kinda need a couple of new flannels... Started incorporating them into my wardrobe more. If I'm gonna be a bit of a dyke then I might as well dress the part, huh?\"\n\n• \"Anyways.\" Margo looked down the street, eyes darting between the various signs hanging overhead. \"Got any shops picked out? And you want a sucker?\""
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "I'll respond today <3\n\n\"Budget?\" Uriel asks, blinking twice before remembering to check their purse. \"Um, I have... Around forty dollars?\"\n\nIt's the most pained Uriel has ever sounded. The plight of being poor was a struggle Margo did not know, and yet they could not resist the micro-expression of a wince when looking at their savings.\n\nUriel takes the lollipop gingerly. They aren't a fan of sweets like the one Margo held in her hand— the overwhelming taste of too much sugar made their sensitive taste buds recoil. It was too much flavor— honestly, American sweets are one of the few things Uriel could not stand to stomach. \n\nNevertheless, they nod in appreciation, tucking the lollipop away in their purse. \"I'll give it to Hatzume,\" They say, rolling its stick before dropping it in. \"She seems to like me, despite how little we interact. And... Something about strong sweetness reminds me of her.\" \n\nEven the color reminded them of Hatzume, Uriel thought to themselves, eyeing the bright neon packaging. Hopefully she enjoyed grape.\n\nA goofy smile blossoms on their face as Margo goes off on a tangent about Vi. It reminded them of the stories they'd read as a child— holed away in a corner of the library no one would come to find them (not that anyone *Wanted* To), clutching their tales of love in their tiny, bandaged hands. \n\n\"You two are so cute...\" They sigh, momentarily in their own world before remembering the conversation. \n\n\"Ah, but... If you want to wear something, wear it because it is something you like. You do not need to conform to what a...\" Uriel didn't know what the next word meant, but has the lingering assumption it would be foolish coming out of their mouth and so they opt to replace the profanity with a motion of their hand. \"Person like you should wear.\"\n\nIt made Uriel frown to think of Margo conforming to other people's perception of her. She was a wonderful person, as is. She should look how she wanted, not how other people wanted her to look.\n\n\"I don't have anywhere picked out,\" They state, clearing their throat as if they'd been building to this part for a while. \"I don't usually go shopping, so I was wondering if you could take me to your favorite stores.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Perfect.\" Margo hummed, suckling on her lollipop for a few seconds with a faint yet audible squelching sound. \"Army surplus shops are usually pretty good for budget, but also... I get this feeling you'd look so not yourself with army fatigues on. I rock them because I'm all angles and muscles and a shitty temper, you might be better off if we... Wait. I got an idea. Lemme just...\"\n\n□ Fishing her phone out of the breast pocket of her coat, Margo could be seen quickly tapping away at her phone. Nails trimmed short and filed smooth made zero sound as fingertips met the screen, and as Uri spoke she nodded and occasionally looked up at them. \"Right.\" She hummed at the mention of Hatzume. \"There. I know where we're going.\" She continued, pocketing her phone. \"Thrift stores are king for budget, honestly. No sense not to go, and there's apparently a few within walking distance. Let's walk and talk.\"\n\n▪︎ She took a few steps and turned to face them as they gave a slight speech about conformity and whatnot. She softly chuckled.\n\n◆ \"Anyways, on the topic of flannels – sorry about cutting ya off a little – , it's not *Really* About conformity. I'll be honest, I just bought one at a thrift store last week because I felt like my wardrobe was getting a little dry, and lo and behold, I fuckin' *Love* How I look in them. It fits me.\" She continued to stroll, only remembering after a solid seven steps that Uri was significantly slower than her on their feet. \"Whoops. Been a while since we've been out, kinda forgot about keeping pace with ya. Just catch up and I'll match.\""
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Thrift stores. There weren't enough people in their sleepy village to have a functioning thrift store, but Uriel was familiar with the concept. A store where people gave what they could, a setting for many a fairy tale or tale of magical antiques.. \n\nUriel couldn't help but giggle out loud. What an adventure! Maybe the Universe would plop something nice in their lap today. \n\n...Or maybe something cursed. Still, it didn't damper their excitement, and Uriel only noticed Margo had continued walking after they had snapped out of their stupor. Long legs tripped over each other trying to catch up to her, and they looked like a baby on stilts as they lagged behind Margo.\n\n\"I am... Quite excited.\" They state, humming a tune Margo would find familiar. It was an old French song, something from the eighties Uriel showed Margo in one of their long nights awake. They didn't have a music taste of their own, so they could only provide the songs their mother would play when she arrived home from work, or what she put on as she cooked for two.\n\n\"I do wonder if we'll find something magical.\" Uriel's finger presses into their cheek with a tilt of their head. \"What's the best thing you've ever found at one of these stores, besides your flannel?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Never know.\" Margo shrugged. \"Thrift stores are pretty wild places, so maybe.\"\n\n□ Once Uri caught up Margo lumbered forward, stuffing her hands in her back pockets and straightening her back as much as she could manage. This wasn't much, however, and she ultimately strolled down the street with a slight hunch and a strange sort of swagger to her walk. \"But, hm. Best thing I've ever found...? I've found a couple of Garfield shirts at thrift stores – in case you've ever wondered where I got so many – but the *Best thing...?* I dunno, man.\" Margo grumbled in displeasure. She hated not knowing. It felt as if a pressure were applied to her chest, and the only way to get it off was to spew out the answer already, yet she didn't exactly *Know.* \"Hard to say. I saw a hat with a crazy long brim once, but before I could actually pick it up to look at it someone scooped it. It was one of those meme fishing hats – y'know 'em? Monologues about fishing, weirdly egalitarian with its fear, absurd proportions, the like. I think I missed out on one of those, which sucks a lot, but oh well.\"\n\n▪︎ She clacked her lollipop about a little bit.\n\n◆ \"So what's new? Know something happened between you and Owen – details appreciated – but other than that, what's new?\""
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Uriel doesn't know why Margo would want a hat with an absurdly long bill— if anything, it would seem cumbersome, they toil to themselves as they try to keep up with her stride. They didn't understand fashion too much, so perhaps it was simply a new fad that came in style while Uriel was busy dozing the day away. It would hardly be the first time. \n\nPerhaps they could ditch the braid for a similar hat, if they were lucky enough to find one.\n\n\"Me and Owen?\" A small, sweet smile forms on Uriel's face as they look down at their feet (and nearly run into a lamppost). The angles of their sharp, gaunt face grew softer at the mention of the boy with cinnamon for freckles, and what little tenseness that remained in their shoulders evaporated. \n\n\"We're... We're still the same, it's just...\" White eyebrows knit together as Uriel finds the correct words. \"We just express how we feel about each other in more... Direct ways, yes?\" \n\nThe cool air tinted Margo's ears pink, Uriel noted, but they guessed there was a different reason why theirs were the shade of crimson. \n\n\"There's always been something warm growing in my chest at the thought of him. I would vent those feelings by leaning against his side and spending long nights in his room; and now I vent them by playing with his hair and kissing him. Nothing's changed, I don't think.\" Their gloved fingers can't help but tap their chin at the answer they gave, and it looks as if they're taking the question far too seriously for their own good. \n\n\"Ah, but I've never been good at love.\" They simply state, and their eyes look almost wistful."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Jeez, and I thought I was whipped.\" Margo sarcastically remarked after a good few moments of Uri going on about their newly-confessed and reciprocated love. Leave it up to her to lean into teasing. \"Just fucking with ya, man. Happy for you two, honestly, even if shit's barely changed from what you've told me. He was kind of responsible for my whole... Y'know. Looking inward and figuring out I was autistic thing. So I guess I owe him at least a little happiness.\"\n\n□ Shrugging, Margo kept on charging forward, one loose swagger-filled step at a time. The stick of her lollipop bobbed up and down like a conductor's wand, or perhaps the needle of a seismograph measuring the sheer force of her jaw. \"But same, man. Same. It's been a huge learning curve with Vi, y'know? Learning how to love healthily in particular's been kinda tough.\" She casually spoke. \"Like. Naturally I... I dunno. I feel kinda defensive slash possessive deep down, and I know that shit is mad unhealthy – trust me, Hiram's possessive bullshit and all the hell it wrought on my mom taught me that from a young age –, but I just... I'm scared of losing her. Scared of being alone again. Hm.\"\n\n● \"Maybe those are thoughts for my therapist.\" She chuckled. \"Not for my lovesick partner-in-crime. Eugh. I'm fuckin' cringing at myself even though it's kinda true.\"\n\n□ She laughed a few moments, then snapped her fingers and pointed two fingers towards a doorway with a whistle.\n\n◆ \"Anyways, we're here. Myrorna's... I like this place. Has a real weird vibe to it.\" Margo spoke, her lollipop clacking softly against the inside of her mouth. \"Might as well check it out, huh?\""
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Uriel felt horribly out of place in this store among the midst of normal people. They forgot how important the Cradle's role as a safe space was in their life— here, however, there were *Normal* People and loud noises instead of familiar faces and the option to retreat into your room given a choice. \n\nIt was for a good cause, Uriel reasoned. They had to be able to brave the outside world eventually... Even if they felt a little nervous as they perused the store's goods, as if there were a warning on their forehead everyone could see branded into their skin. \n\n\"I do not mind being a partner in crime.\" Uriel smiled. \"And it's only natural to hold onto something tightly if it's important to you. So long as you do not lock the bird in a cage, feel free to admire it all you want. A bird in the hand is not the same as a bird held against its will.\" \n\nMargo wanting to keep Violetta close made them smile. They were glad their friend was happy, and that Violetta felt wanted. They always found kinship with Violetta in an odd sort of way, and so Uriel supposed the possessiveness wouldn't bother Vi all too much. After all, they were never bothered when Owen's hands gripped their shirt in a tight hug, knuckles turning white in a desperate plea to press them closer to his body. \n\n*Hm.* Uriel contemplated the memory for a bit, staring off into the distance with a thoughtful expression (only betrayed by the slight dust of pink on their cheeks.) \n\nA good thought. They'd continue their idle daydream... Later, they decided. \n\n\"Anything catching your eye, Margo?\" Uriel asked, following behind her like a lost dog. This was all new and foreign. They didn't know if there were secret, untold rules to this type of store, but Uriel was certain they would break them regardless. \n\nNo, best to keep their head down and follow Margo's lead. She's always been the more outgoing of the two, anyway— and even if they seemed a little strange trailing behind her so closely, they didn't bat an eye."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ Margo quietly ran her hands along a row of jeans on hangers as Uri spoke, letting out a surprised laugh at their comment about her possessiveness.\n\n◆ \"Well then.\" She laughed. \"I. I'm not going to lie, Uri, that's simultaneously not helping at all and helping a lot. I'm trying to not be possessive with her, but... Hm.\" She fell quiet, noticing a pair of gaudy two-tone track pants and picking them up. \"But maybe you're right. Maybe I've just got to establish a healthy amount of it. Dunno.\" She spoke as she looked it over, running her fingers along the plasticky material and humming intently. Then Uri spoke again; she'd need to get out of her head.\n\n◆ \"These pants are kinda funky.\" Margo turned and held them up for Uri to see. Split down the middle, one half was a lime green and the other was purple, like some sort of wearable fucked up melted Jolly Rancher. \"But then again... They're kind of jokercoded? I heard Vi use that term a few times and I guess by extension it means I use it as well. Oh well.\" She continued. \"How about you, man? Anything yet?\""
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Uriel looked at the pants with an... Interesting look, one that tried its best to hide the knee-jerk disgust. Instead, they turned to the bins of clothing, looking at each with an ever-growing frown on their face. \n\n\"It certainly would be something only a jokester would wear.\" Uriel remarks, not sounding unlike a judgmental housewife.\n\n Instead, they turned to the bins of clothing, looking at each hand-me-down with an ever-growing frown on their face. *Did I not dress normally?* They wondered to themselves, face souring as they came across a leather pair of ass-less chaps and dropping the offending pants as if they were toxic to the touch. \n\nUntil... \"Oh?\"\n\nSomething gleamed. It was a golden, antique heart-shaped locket. A curious hand held the piece of jewelry in front of the duo, and Uriel cocked their head in interest. \n\n\"I wonder if something is still inside..?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Huh...? Oh, it's a locket.\" Looking over her shoulder as she spoke, Margo hooked the 'jokester' pants back onto their hanger and set it back on the rack. \"Only way to know's to crack that shit open, I guess. Lemme watch though, I'm wondering the same thing.\"\n\n□ With her hands – and her attention by proxy – free, Margo strolled over to where Uri stood and fixed her curious gaze on the locket within their hands. She knew how special the things could be. She knew how Vi had squealed in delight when she'd brought back a beautiful locket from state-side with her own gob within, and she knew that if Vi had done the same for her she'd have never taken the damn thing off, so she couldn't help herself from wanting to know what – if anything – was inside.\n\n▪︎ So there she stood, slouched slightly, mottled eyes fixed directly on the locket. The anticipation was oddly strong; it felt as though it could've knocked her heart out of commission in the moment."
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Uriel opened the locket, the fabric of their gloves making the ordeal harder than it realistically should.\n\nTheir eyebrows knitted, for inside was a man who... Looked a bit like Owen except older in one half, and the other was a photo of a man Uriel had only ever heard about, but never saw a picture of, night time whispers about nervous blue eyes and messy dark hair. It made their expression sour, their grey eyes uncharacteristically glaring at the thing.\n\nMargo, however, saw something a little different— instead of an older Owen, she saw an older Vi and her beloved's ex, the same one that burnt her face, in the locket. \n\nUriel held onto the chain tightly. \"The man looks... A bit like Owen, no?\" They tried to keep their voice light, and yet an unflinchingly human pang of discomfort resonated in their voice."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ If she'd been blessed to own a gun, she'd have shot the locket directly out of Uri's hand.\n\n■ \"Mother*Fucker.* Why the FUCK is he in there?\" In the span of less than three seconds she'd gone from draping her limber body over a clothesrack with curiosity in her eyes to a clenched jaw and every neuron in her brain going into overdrive. She'd only ever seen the bastard two or three times in pictures, but she knew what he'd done to her girlfriend. What he'd taken from her. Still somewhat hanging off of the clothes rack she fumed in place, shaky deep breaths through the nose coming out as rage-filled exhales through her teeth like the hissing of a cobra. \n\n■ Skirting around the clothesrack, Margo drew in closer. Once she was next to Uri she'd snatch the chain from them, her furious grasp so firm it could have easily shattered every bone in the dreamweaver's hand with ease. For several seconds she stared into it, at the almost-smug Russian looking back at her. No amount of therapy, cigarettes, or beatings would help how she felt about this damn thing; with a furious yell she pitched it at the floor, stomped her heel into it several times, and barrelled out of the shop visibly shaking with anger.\n\n▪︎ The sound of someone kicking a nearby dumpster with all their force could be heard, before all was silent again.\n\n▪︎ But things were *Not* Silent.\n\n-\n\n□ Her thoughts weren't exactly *Clear.* She was *Not* Okay. Seated on a curb about fifteen inches from where she'd booted a man-sized dumpster ten feet down the way she shakily grabbed a cigarette out of her pack. No matter what she tried to do in those few moments it was his face over and over again. His unburnt face with its two working eyes and its lack of trauma. Furious wasn't even the correct term. She *Bit* Through the filter of her cigarette at one point, causing it to drop and burn a hole in her beloved coat. \n\n□ It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was definitely the most impactful. The metaphorical icing on the already shaky cake tipped her over the edge, and she began to melt. It was a feeling she'd always hated, but she couldn't function like this. She was too angry. Too sad. Too wired. Too everything. She sat on the curb, she rocked, and she very sluggishly popped the remainder of her cigarette in her mouth. Uri would find her like that."
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "\"Ah—\" \n\nUriel's melancholy evaporates as the thrift shop falls *Dead silent*. The handful of people, both working and perusing the thrift store instantly bore holes into Uriel, their companion (and the one who would have received the blame, had she been here) leaving nothing but dust in her wake.\n\nAfter a brief pause to allow Margo to collect her thoughts alone (and, more importantly, negotiate with the shopkeeper to pay for the item now shattered into smithereens onto the floor), a familiar pale figure exits the shop with the chime of a bell, and their eyes sweep the exterior of the city before a grey stare lands on the body of the hunched-over gumshoe.\n\n\"...\"\n\nThey say nothing, walking over to Margo and sitting by her side wordlessly. She was angry, yes, and while anger usually triggered an primal fear response bred into Uriel by years of hurt, they didn't feel as if she would ever hurt them.\n\n*What an odd thought.*\n\n\"...I take it you did not see Owen, then?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ She had calmed down, but she hadn't recovered.\n\n□ In the few minutes between her lapse in control and her closest confidant announcing their presence she'd popped earplugs in and chuffed down her cigarette with impressive force and vigor. Head hung low, she rested her forearms against her legs, dangled hands steadily toying with the various zippers and hanging bits as she blew off steam. She didn't even have it in her to respond at first, and it was only after a couple more minutes spent in silence that she finally hiccuped slightly.\n\n▪︎ She looked over at Uri, rocking as she did so, and her eyes looked equal parts concerned and empty.\n\n◆ \"I... Saw Vi's ex.\" She spoke with an uncharacteristic level of quiet and softness. It was almost as if talking too loud would screw her back into a semi-catatonic meltdown. \"Staring back at me, man... Smirking. Lost control.\" She continued. A few quiet moments passed, hands continuing to toy with anything and everything as she softly rocked. \"I thought I was getting better, but... What's it say about me that just seeing him in that locket *Fucked* Me up like that? I'm... Sorry.\""
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Uriel reaches a hand to the small of her back— too unsure of the motion to rub soothing pats into her back, but there nonetheless. They bite their tongue about the cost of the locket; more than expected, but not enough to where they couldn't pay.\n\n\"It's alright, Margo. Healing is not as easy as it seems. Ah, Owen has this saying...\" They cluck their tongue, head tilting as they try to remember. \"*It gets worse before it gets better*, he says. That there are always steps back on the path forward.\"\n\nGrey eyes travel down the rocking girl's uneven motions, and Uriel reaches into their purse. Moments later, a fidget toy of some kind (Most likely one they bought for when Owen was around) is pressed into Margo's palm. \"It's nothing to be ashamed of. You'll get better— its something to talk about during the next appointment with your therapist, *Non*?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ At the sensation of a hand to the small of her back she tensed up lightly, instinctively more than anything else, before awkwardly leaning her head against her good friend's leg and letting out a pronounced sigh.\n\n■ \"Yeah, I... I guess so.\" Hushed and uncertain, she spoke as if she'd just had her entire life turned upside down. It might've been catastrophizing... \"But honestly? I just... I hate sliding back. I hate feeling like i'm getting worse again.\" She continued, rocking in place and tapping her foot lightly. For a few moments she sat like this, head gently pressed against Uri's knee and hands busied with the stim toy they'd lent her, simply letting the light breeze blow over her shoulders and down her arms and chest. \n\n▪︎ All that could really be heard for these few moments was the clicking and clacking of the stim toy.\n\n◆ \"I dunno.\" She finally broke the silence after what might've felt like a pint-sized eternity. \"It's something to talk to my therapist about, I guess, but that's the future.\" She continued, finally leaning her head away from Uri's leg and beginning to rise to her feet. \"And I'm not too focused on the future right now. Mostly I just... Feel off. Feel a little overwhelmed and also like shit for throwing that tantrum back there.\" She adjusted her coat once she was back on her feet, flattening it out and frowning at the new burn hole along the zipper. \n\n▪︎ \"I think I'll be fine. Just... Before we keep on shopping I might need a few more minutes to let my nerves calm down. Also, here, mate. You said you didn't have much to start with, and honestly I feel like I owe you one for cleaning up my mess. Thanks for that.\"\n\n○ With that Margo fished out a 500 krona bank note, holding it out towards Uri. She didn't seem like she'd be taking no for an answer.\n\n[Up to you! I'm game to keep this going lol"
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Uriel continues patting her on the back, waiting for the shaking to stop until standing up and (begrudgingly) taking the krona. It was... Far more than they expected, but a nagging voice in their head reminded them that *What did they expect? It was Margo.* \n\n\"We can go shop somewhere else,\" They say, voice steady to contrast Margo's shaking. \"But take your time. I'll be here as long as you need.\" \n\nAnd they would."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Newton's Cradle was a wild place in general, but especially compared to what Maxwell was used to. Maxwell came from a sleepy suburb, in large part sheltered by his parents. He went to church every Sunday, he stayed in school, he practiced his instrument. He was used to life being quiet, so Newton's Cradle was quite overwhelming for him, even though he did like it.\n\nHe'd found some spots to calm down — a few personal haunts where people from the Cradle didn't care to come — and one of them was the municipal library. No one really came there except him, because Newton's Cradle had its own library, relatively well-stocked. That meant he could go to the municipal library when he wanted to read in peace, and that's precisely what he did.\n\nMaxwell sat in the council-hall-slash-library-reading-room, reading a book. \"The Martian Chronicles\". It was, according to the cover, something of a sci-fi classic, though the library only owned one copy and he'd never heard of it before. Whatever the case, he only had one chapter to go, and he had actually enjoyed it. He hummed a few bars of a tune as he read, but quickly stopped himself once he realized — after all, it was a library, and he wouldn't want to disturb all the people in the entirely empty hall."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ Outside, a storm was brewing, and its name was discontent.\n\n□ Akvilė had been tirelessly attempting to round out her Dune collection over the previous weeks, and to her dismay it was proving to be a difficult task to do on foot. Isakstad had many bookstores, both Mom and Pop and corporate chain, but it seemed the shops only stocked one of the Herberts' writings. It had almost become a game to her, mentally tallying out how many times she'd walked into a bookstore, and she was on her way from another bookstore while smoking a cigarette and stewing at a rip-boil when the actual storm touched down. Raindrops the size of nickels slammed into her freshly washed and just-dried hair, and she ducked into the municipal library with an annoyed groan while patting her hair.\n\n□ The library itself was always a contentious spot to her. On one hand, it was a fount of information often greater than the Cradle's. On the other? It was large, with ceilings so high it seemed a good place to die with honour, and it had so many seats and so many people that she couldn't help *But* Stick to the shadows, out of sight except to those in the sci-fi section. Beelining there out of habit she tried her best to not run, not make too much noise, anything to be a ghost checking out books and leaving the stale waft of cigarette smoke and crushed cloves in her wake. Turning the corner she let out a sigh, blessedly deep and liberating, and began to peruse the shelves. She'd read most of the books, or at least most of the classics, so her eyes glanced over many of the spines visible. She saw no Frank Herbert, and frowned; *A waste.* She stepped towards the end of the aisle and poked her head out, checking for cars or trains or whatever was racing by.\n\n▪︎ Except nothing raced by. Nothing raced by, and only one person sat in the entire library, save for the librarians working away at their computers behind the desk. She let out a sigh of relief and stepped out from the aisle, borderline a phantom appearing out of thin air.\n\n□ Initially her sights were fixed on the desk, but in a very human glance of curiosity she noticed the cover of the book the boy was reading. It was a Ray Bradbury novel, and it was one she hadn't seen in some time. Had she missed it, somehow? Turning on her heels she darted back down the aisle, the heavy soles of her hiking boots clomping against the ground. She looked the shelf with Bradbury's work on it over, and she looked it over again, until she was certain that the only copy this library had was in that boy's hands. She spent a few more moments looking the shelves over again, then stepped out and awkwardly approached the lad, two books under her arm and a bead of sweat already glistening on her forehead.\n\n◆ \"Uhm... A-are you almost done with... With it?\" She gestured to the book from where she stood about ten feet away."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Maxwell looked up from the book, then back down. He flipped through the pages, keeping his thumb along the gutter as a temporary bookmark, then looked back up.\n\n\"I have, like, four pages left, if you wanna wait.\" He pointed at the page. \"Why, have you been looking for this?\"\n\nSomething about her seemed vaguely familiar. She looked about the right age to be at Newton's Cradle, and something about her suggested to Maxwell that she probably was, but he didn't remember having met her before. He wasn't exactly brimming with energy, but he decided to regard it as an opportunity to get to know someone new anyway.\n\n\"You know you don't have to just stand there, right? You can sit down. I promise I'm not contagious.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Not... Precisely? I-I was looking for Herbert. Frank. No dice. I, uh... Had a copy once.\" She gestured to the book with a hesitant motion. \"Of that- of that novel. Good book. I-I kinda wanna re-read it.\"\n\n□ Timid in tone, her voice barely raised above a whisper as she stood awkwardly about ten feet away. The lad wasn't contagious, as stated by himself, but he was still a stranger. Akvilė *Struggled* With strangers far more often than now, and even with a familiar book by a beloved author in his hands and his blessing to sit she couldn't help but worry she was intruding. It was a library, after all, and politeness mixed with social anxiety was nearly enough to mute the fact that she was welcome.\n\n▪︎ It wasn't, though. She nervously approached, pulled a seat about a foot back, and sat down with a single motion and the flattening of her ankle-length skirt.\n\n■ Initially, though, as she sat down she said nothing. Her attention seemed to be more on glossing through the first pages of a book she'd pulled off the shelves, her face knitting itself into an uncertain yet focused look as she did so. This went on for a couple of minutes, the pair silently going about reading their books, but under the blanket of silence pressure was building up on her shoulders to say something – *Anything* – to break through. Breaking through, though, turned out to be a rather difficult process, and all she could really do was look at the book, then the boy, then the librarian, and then the book again, until...\n\n◆ \"It-it's interesting how that novel came, uhm... Together.\" She started out of nowhere. \"Bradbury already wrote it. He-he simply was incensed to... T-to collect and, like, refine some previous stories into one narrative. I like his method.\""
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "\"Really?\" Maxwell's eyebrows rose. \"I thought some of it seemed familiar. I've probably read some of the stories somewhere else, then.\" He figured he should have probably realized sooner — *The Martian Chronicles* Wasn't exactly shy about being a short story collection.\n\nHe fiddled with the last page for a moment, then quietly placed it between the two of them. He was going to tell her, but decided to take a moment to peek over her shoulder at what she was reading — and maybe a little bit at her, too. He'd noticed something when they first met that he couldn't quite place, and he was curious. \n\nHis curiosity was very quickly sated when he noticed all the little holes scattered across her body. Definitely Newton's Cradle, then. \n\n\"I'm done with it now,\" He said, clearing his throat and tapping the cover of the book, \"You can have it.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Yeah? I-I mean. Yeah.\" *Self-awareness was a curse,* She'd decided, as she doubled over her words and likely muddied what she was saying in her uncertain shifting in place. \"Like, if you, uhm... Read There Will Come Soft Rains, you'll recognize it as a-a part of the Chronicles. The Martian too. Both are, uhm... Good stories on their- on their own.\"\n\n□ The words jabbed into each other and spilled guts, yet Akvilė kept on talking. She didn't know the first thing about the fellow she was chatting with, save for his apparent taste in science fiction, and just that alone was enough to coax an inkling of conversation out of her. She could, however, tell that the lad was trying to figure *Her* Out, for lack of better words, and it was that curious look that irked her slightly.\n\n▪︎ She generally didn't like being perceived, yet here she was, perceived and observed, like bacteria in a petri dish in some bored scientist's lab. She felt the clutches of social anxiety tightening around her throat.\n\n◆ \"Oh.\" Akvilė replied, pulled out of her thoughts by the thoughtful rapping of knuckles against hardcover. She leaned forward slightly, and held out her hand nervously yet expectantly. \"I-i'll take it off your, uhm... Hands, then?\""
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Cw// ||wound||\n\n||\"Mm.\" Maxwell nodded. \"I liked those. The second one — There Will Come Soft Rains — kinda hurt. Poor dog.\"\n\nMaxwell didn't really like reading that story. It was uncomfortable. But it was written well enough to *Be* Uncomfortable. He just resolved to stop thinking about it.\n\nHe glanced quietly at Akvilė. She seemed anxious, but she'd been pleasant enough to talk to. He figured he may as well introduce himself once he'd passed the book along. He picked it up to hand to Akvilė.\n\n\"Yeah, go ah—\"\n\nSuddenly, Maxwell went quiet. His face contorted into a horrible, pained expression, and he dropped the book. His breathing became slow and labored.\n\n\"Go ahead. You can have it.\" His voice was slightly strained, but he did his best to pretend nothing was wrong. \"I, uh. I'm Max. Nice to meet you.\"\n\nHe offered his hand to shake. He failed to notice the open sore in his palm, or the black tar oozing from it.||"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Y-yeah.\" Akvilė nodded. She knew the part. \"It killed me to... To read that– that part. Bradbury knows how to– t-to make a person hurt.\"\n\n□ Speaking with familiarity and just a hint of recalled pain, Akvilė watched as the other lad extended his hand out with the book in it. She was about to reach out and grab it when he suddenly froze and contorted into a shell of pure pain. A metaphorical iron maiden slapped tight around his chest and jabbed a spike into his palm for good measure. Her stomach and her mind, thankfully, were equally steady when it came to the more horrific elements of life, so she processed it and then grabbed the book gingerly, wiping it off with a tissue from the messenger bag hanging over her shoulder.\n\n◆ \"Th-thanks.\" She spoke as she wiped the rest of the tar off the cover and added it to her pile. \"But, uhm... Max? Y-your hand. It's bleeding. It looks... N-normal, though. You aren't scared. Just, uhm... How it- how it is?\"\n\n▪︎ She didn't grab Max's hand for a shake. Who could blame her? It was coated in tar, and she'd *Just* Put hand lotion on not long before stepping out of the rain and into the library."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Maxwell forced a sheepish little grin through the pain. \"Yeah. Just how it is.\" He pushed himself up with his left hand, still in pain but able to move, and cast a glance at his right. The black spot in his palm reminded him of stigmata, or of the pirate legend. \"I didn't even notice the bleeding,\" He muttered, \"I... I'm sorry. I should go.\"\n\nBefore Akvilė could respond, he was on his way, urgently walking off to — hopefully — be treated. He didn't even know what to expect himself."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares stood down on the grass below, the darkened ground only illuminated by the moon as he tossed rocks upwards at Owen's window. It was open, as always. Ares aimed... Not for the open half. \n\n\"Get down here.\" Toss. Clink. \"The dark wont last forever and I want candy.\" The boy shouted upwards with his iconic charismatic bastard tone."
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "\"*Very* Go fuck yourself if you can't wait a minute,\" Owen barked down from his window, his false annoyance peppered with holes. His voice sounded too weak to be lightened with laughter, but something jagged punched at the night air from behind his spat syllables.\n\nHe stomped outside with red eyes and hands jammed firmly in the pockets of his old green hoodie.\n\n\"Sorry.\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "\"Feisty. I like it.\" Ares lowered his voice to a calmer tone. Owen looked genuinely horrible; his steps heavier than they normally were when he was mad. Something *Really shitty* Must've happened. The boy wouldn't push it. \n\n\"You're forgiven.\"\n\n...\n\nThe two made it to the corner store quickly, without much chatter. Ares would make an off handed joke every once in a while, but other than that, Owen kept his eyes locked forward. They stood at a distance inside. Ares didn't care, whatever Owen needed, he would give. Right now he wanted space. Methodically turning corners like a machine, Ares' pockets filled up quickly. Owen was on his mind with every snatch. \n\n...\n\nAres took Owen up to an inactive construction site. Concrete blocks and gravel dust, just the moon shining down on the wide empty space. They sat together, side by side, while Ares placed his bag full of snacks and drinks down at his feet. \n\nHe pulled out a drink for Owen, and handed it over to him. He also slid the bag mostly full of snacks Owen liked closer to him with his heavy boot. \n\n\"... Wanna tell me what happened?\" Finally he asked."
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "Owen walked right on Ares' heels with every turn like a wired dog. He wanted to cling to the acid in his chest, and wanted to melt every grimy tile in the corner store with it at the same time; the air around him oozed a miserable, dry heat, like something had been wrinkled up and crudely shoved into a vent.\n\nHe took the offerings with hands that pried each finger out of their fists one by one, squeezing brightly-coloured plastic like it owed him something it could never hope to repay.\n\nSilently still, with his jaw clamped shut for dear life, he sat.\n\n\"I *Hate*,\" He hissed (and that was nearly enough on its own), \"Every*One* And every*Thing* Here.\"\n\nHis voice might have broken at every word; he clenched his fist tighter, and forced his sweet drink to the back of his throat."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "\"Oh yeah, I get that.\" Ares gave a wry laugh and took a sip of his drink.\n\nHe was close to Owen, he could feel the tense anger that pressed into his bones. He knew the feeling all too well; he knew Owen all too well. \n\n\"What has spawned this hatred.\" The taller boy leaned forward, and tilted ever so slightly towards his brother. \"You usually aren't so... *This.*\""
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "\"AND *I HATE IT!*\" \n\nOwen cut into the low sky sharply and quickly, outrunning his speech impediment, beating his tears to the punch.\n\n\"Nothing is *Ever* Good enough! They're all, they're all, they're *Jackals!*\" He forced out more of the poison, straight on ahead of him, his breaths shallow.\n\n\"Fucking *Hyenas*, cackling like...\" He was up, pacing now, kicking stones out of his way. \"AND ALL I AM IS STILL A *CRYBABY* AND A FUCKING *SHIELD* WITH NOTHING BEHIND IT!\"\n\nHis last syllables left him with an unsatisfying, teary bluntness that only seemed to enrage him further."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares gave Owen the space to scream out his feelings. The wide empty space surely helped, Ares chose it for a good reason. To stand and feel so big against the night; a king conquering the sky. Owen would make a good constellation Ares thought.\n\n\"*Are you fucking kidding me? Who the fuck?*\" Ares expressed frustration in solidarity, but made sure not to one up him. He was agreeing, not upstaging. \n\n\"You're so much more than that, anyone who says otherwise is dumb as fuck.\" Ares took a sip of his sour energy drink as he kicked a stray rock across the gravel in front of him."
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "\"But it's the *Truth*,\" He forced, though Ares' insistence that it wasn't spread something sweeter than acid behind his face, which looked picked raw. Nearly bleeding all over again.\n\nNevertheless, there were things still biting at his tongue.\n\n\"All I am these days is a f-fucking *Omen* That someone's going to get snapped at.\"\n\nThings that weren't all the way true.\n\n\"I c-can't *Exist* Like this!\"\n\nThings that needed to come out of him anyway.\n\n\"I hated myself when I let anyone say anything to me and I hate myself now when I can't *Stand it* And everyone just\"—he downed another gulp—\"*KEEPS TALKING ANYWAY* And I hate *Every word* That comes out of *Everyone*!\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares looked at Owen through the side of his vision as he leaned down onto his knees, slowly bringing the top of the can to his lips. He tapped his finger against the tab. \n\n\"Yeah, been there. That shit fuckin sucks.\"\n\n\"I don't get why everyone has a problem recently. Seems like the more time we spend here the more shit goes crazy with our brains.\" He gave a small scoff with a smile. \n\n\"I swear those motherfuckers are braindead. You're right to be pissed.\" The boy leaned back and stared out and up. The sky was so big."
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "Not knowing whether he wanted Ares to rail against him so he could have something angry to scream at or if the validation was too blissfully good at cooling him down before he had gotten to split the sky, Owen just stood and stared at the ground like it was crawling towards him at a glacial pace. He knew he would feel so small under the sky if he dared to look.\n\nA familiar feeling, a hand made of salt and slime and dread, closed slowly around his throat.\n\n\"I feel s-*Sick*, Ares,\" He lamented, and they both knew he meant no physical malady.\n\n\"I'm so tired, but I can't rest because it scares me.\"\n\nIn a moment like that, Owen's words should surely have been riddled and shaken, but they slipped from him quiet and clean like blood from an arrowhead buried deep in his proud, broad shoulder.\n\n\"*Blinedig, a chlaf, a hyll y tu mewn.*\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares looked at Owen with a softer expression. The boy had seen those close to him with similar fatigue. His older brother, a friend to burnout and imposter syndrome, was someone who made this moment something Ares knew all too well. He knew the ache Owen felt. \n\nHe placed a sturdy hand over Owens shoulders, resting his forearm across his upper back. \n\n\"Maybe, you shouldn't rest.\" Ares' voice leaned up with a sort of playful yet sincere idea. \"D'ya think maybe, you're too focused on calming yourself down?\" \n\nIt was displayed right in front of him. Ares could see how high strung Owen was, how he held onto everything so tight. Ares knew that wouldn't last forever. \n\n\"Why not be angry? Why not say fuck it and let it all go? Especially if the person deserves it.\" Ares leaned his shoulder into the other, the same hand on his back. The softest smirk on his lips.\n\n\"Go fuckin wild man, its wonderful to stop giving a shit.\""
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "The body under Ares' arm was a mass of a liquid, faintly crackling heat, his tensed muscles burning into the taller boy's hand on his shoulder. The flames beneath his skin weren't to keep anyone warm that night.\n\n\"They don't deserve... Everything I'm feeling,\" Owen pressed through gritted teeth. His fists were still clenched tightly at his sides, but he pressed his shoulder hard into his brother's.\n\nHis wrinkled brow pressed his doe eyes nearly shut. Thinking, hard.\n\nExcept the old shame was hardly even worth thinking about anymore—there was nowhere new to go with it. His internal eyes skimmed insignificantly over the whole miserably-beaten path until they reached the end, knocking it just out of place. He said it like he was just then discovering the memory, clear and incredulous.\n\n\"I... I knocked a kid's tooth out.\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "\"Hm.\" Ares was sympathetic. He knew how the guilt stung and tainted bone, how it never went away no matter how many showers wash away outer dirt. Owen didn't deserve to feel what Ares felt. Hurting someone else wasn't what he needed. \n\nAres didn't move, he let himself be a unmoving force that Owen could lean his tired shoulders into. \n\n\"That's new... What happened?\" The tan boy prompted the other to confide. \"—And trust me, if you're worried I'll judge you, I've done miles worse. Whatever ya' say is safe with me here.\" Ares meant it and his tone showed it. \n\n\nViolence was not something that Ares associated with Owen. The ginger was non-confrontational, anxious to a fault, with the same panic that struck small animals being hunted for prey— yet he wasn't surprised. Everyone lost it eventually, Ares knew that. No amount of negativity tainted the way he viewed Owen, even with everything he had and had not said."
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "**CW: censored use of the R slur**\n\n\"Well.\"\n\nThe boy found, in that moment, that he trusted everything Ares said with his life. He didn't even break a sweat.\n\n\"I was, uh, younger. Voice-hadn't-dropped young, but older than you'd expect someone to, uh, do that.\" He swallowed, his foot playing with a rock on the ground.\n\n\"This kid was just... *Incessant*. He made his noise with his—it doesn't even matter. He knew I hated his guts, and he thought I was a r—ah, um, a *Waste of space*, and it only got worse when I was, uh, outed.\"\n\nOwen hadn't told anyone about this before, but something was to be said about how smoothly it all fell out of him, as though he had been rehearsing for years.\n\n\"I, ah, I hadn't been sleeping well, and you know how I—just, everything bothered me, and he picked that up, and he—he was sat next to me, because the teacher didn't give a shit—he just made this *Fucking noise* That he knew drove me *Insane* All day, and, well, I hit him, and I didn't stop.\"\n\nThe redhead looked at his knuckles, squeaky clean then of blood that wasn't his.\n\n\"No idea why his parents didn't-didn't sue or something. Must've been a baby tooth. I got put into a different class. Never did that again, neither did he. Though he spread some nasty rumours about me.\"\n\nOwen knew how he must look to Ares, so nervous to tell him of all people, but the persistent knot in his gut still commanded shame, still pulled his eyes down on invisible strings, ordered stillness in his limbs, which looked alien and wrong to him when they weren't fiddling or plucking or tapping or swinging or *Something*.\n\n\"Wasn't like I had friends in the first place, but... That was about it for me socially, unless I wanted to be somebody's *Pet*,\" He spat, sour vitriol hot again on his tongue.\n_ _\n\n\"I don't... Know why I did it.\" *A lie.* \"I don't like that I did it.\" *True enough.* \"I sat... I sat perfectly still for the rest of the time at that school. Lest everyone think I'm some sort of a r———d brute. But like I said... There's no fucking winning.\"\n\nHis thumb, sharpened and red-hot, punctured the side of his empty can, scraping along the inside. The slur tasted like molten *Shit*, and it bit like a dull knife in his stomach; it was a voice that wasn't his, but refused to leave him anyhow, the one constant between his days of being a puppy or a blank-eyed brute from the place of his peers. Though Ares' presence was a comfort quite unlike any other, his atmosphere burned again, stubborn enough to warp steel if he refused still to let its core out of his chest."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares listened quietly to Owen's story. Breaking only briefly for nods and soft hums to let the other know he was understanding every word. \n\nIt hurt Ares to hear, in all honesty. He was no stranger to the cruelty of children, and the way their laughter echoed with the hatred of their parents. Being a brown kid in a white neighbourhood taught Ares all he needed to know about hate. He and Owen were too similar. Too different from everyone else to be wanted or needed. They stood on the outside— made friends with people they knew they shouldn't, for very different reasons— and held their broken attempts at connection behind shaking hands. \n\nThey were the same. \n\nA wolf can smell a wolf, even when that wolf tries to hide within the plush wool of a sheep. For Owen, that wool was the broken backbone of someone who only lived to please those around him. \n\nAres knew that's not who Owen was. Not even close. His core held far more than anything he could've imagined. \n\nWithout a sound, no teases or snickers, Ares wrapped his arms strongly around Owen and pulled him in. Quickly and suddenly, the others nose was pressed into Ares' collar bone, his hands resting on the back of his head and back. He could feel the pain, the familiar turmoil that poisoned Owen, it was a song sung from one who knew all of the notes Ares thought he hid well. \n\n\"You're nothing they said you were.\" His voice was quiet in the silence, a reassurance just for the one he held in his arms. \"You are so much more than they say you are.\"\n\n\"That fucker deserved it.\""
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "Owen could feel Ares' eyes on him—even when the taller boy stared into the same nothing that he did, the sound of his own voice was too clear in the empty site, far weightier than he was used to. Ares' auburn eyes were *Warm*, pinned to the side of his face; lost in contemplation was the wrong phrase for it. Though he betrayed himself through the on-and-off tense of his jaw and the pin-drop silence in his throat that he was indeed thinking, *Hard*, Ares was not lost—affected, sure, but his feet were planted firmly on the gravel, his arm still firm across the slumped spread of his shoulders.\n\nHe had never told a soul about this. The way he understood the word, he had never *Wanted* To, but rather it scraped at his chest, cut ribbons of his tongue, lurched to disprove every affirmation of his so hard-won gentleness as they came. The fact that it was Ares who finally relieved him of it—Ares with the scarred hands, with the towering frame, with the entire past shaped like this one twisting stain on his own—felt... Right, in a way the boy hadn't pictured.\n\nYes, Ares' eyes were warm, with a sadness that not a single plate of his armour could mistake for mere pity.\n\nThe last time Owen had been buried in Ares' shoulder, it had been his own doing. This time, his smell of fire and spice hit him by surprise, a muffled sound of confusion dying in the crook of the dark-haired wall of warmth's neck. He wanted to make a weaker sound, of his skull melting in that strong palm curled over it, but if any sound escaped him it would have been a sob, and what little his friend said was far too precious to drown out.\n\nSilence wrapped his kindness for a while after that, cloaked tenderly in a cool darkness, disturbed only by the soft sounds of what Owen was holding dropping to the ground so that his hands, sweaty and fumbling like a child's, could grasp at the back of his jacket. At the dear one it contained.\n_ _\n\nOwen was nothing anyone said he was. Instead, in that moment, he was human, and he was strong, even shaking, even crushed to the chest of someone he had once been so frightened and envious of.\n\nHe felt Ares' heart against his own, like calling to like, hearth to hearth. *That fucker deserved it,* Because he had been cruel, because he and so many like him had bent Owen down to such a pained shape far beyond them both growing up. He wanted to believe Ares with such a ferocity that he simply *Did*.\n\n\"*Th*-ank you,\" He whispered, \"For being so kind to me.\"\n\nHeat pricked at his eyes, but his voice lasted a little longer.\n\n\"I, I don't-I, wh...\" He hiccuped. \"*Diolch i chi, fy mrawd*.\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "\"I ain't goin' no where.\"\n\nAres held Owen tightly against his chest, close to the warmth of his soul and laughter; cheek to the beat of a fiery heart, calloused hands pressed into denim. It was a gesture of strength, yet even Owen seemed to crumble slightly in the assurance.\n\nThe firecracker boy would not let Owen break down against adversity. \n\nHe moved his hands to each of his brother's shoulders, and pulled him back to an upright sitting position. The two were locking eyes, Ares had that glint under his gaze— that spark in the auburn ash. A smirk pulled up on his lips.\n\n\"Now. I want you to remember that, yes, you *Aren't* What they told you— you are *So much better.*\" He snickered. \"Incapable? No. You're the absolute opposite— stronger than they could ever be.\" With a shake of the others shoulders, his words grew in a positively arrogant tone. \n\n\"You beat the shit out of them then, and you'd do even better now. Think about that.\" Ares then moved his hands to Owen's wrists. He grabbed both, the soft skin against his palms, and held them up to Owen's eyes so he could get a good look. \"These are the hands of someone who had the strength to punch someone that he knew deserved it. They still carry that with them. *These are those same hands.*\" \n\nAres laughed. \"You got a fire in you that you keep tryna snuff out!\" He shot up, moved in front of Owen, and swung his arms out to each of his sides. The battle jacket covered in stitched patches, chains and studs, made a loud noise as Ares moved. He loved how with every step his presence was known. He would make Owen love it too. \n\n\"It's so much fun to let that fire fuckin' BURN man!\" The words were shouted out across the empty gravel lot, only the moon and concrete to listen. Ares looked down at Owen, a sort of pride in his expression that spoke to his genuine belief in Owen's capabilities.\n\n\"You don't need to let *Anyone* Fuck you over anymore. Show them how you thrive.\""
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "The way Ares talked about the sun would make a vampire break all its windows just to dance in it. Owen half forgot to listen to his words, blown back by the sheer confidence in him—confidence in *Him*, every spark flicked from the tip of his tongue lighting the air because he had something so passionate to say about *Him*, and his fire, and everything unspeakable he found etched into his bones.\n\nHe looked at his hands when Ares showed them to him—the soft things that held Uriel, the clever ones that wrote songs... The strong ones that knew something of justice, that might not have been *Mad*.\n\n*Oh.*\n\nAres took a knife to the Gordian Knot in his chest, his wit in his blade, sharp and clean and obvious; fires danced in Owen's brown eyes as they looked deep into his brother's, unafraid now of what he'd see. Ares laughed, and Owen echoed him, for the sheer thrill of it—the sound was half there, incredulous and still a little terrified of itself, and mostly still intended to be a sob.\n\nBut for a moment, just a glorious moment, he understood why his armour was aflame.\n\nTears always welled in Owen's eyes when what he was feeling couldn't fit inside of his body. He made a point always to never be ashamed of it—no less of a man, no weaker a heart was he for the bruises his pulse left on his ribs. Said muscle hammered on every bone in his body, he felt, against calcified cages built around things his body was once far too small for.\n\n\"I—\"\n\nCinnamon-flecked fists struck Owen's thighs in a frantic rhythm as he paced. The stretches between his white knuckles glowed a deep red.\n\n\"I *Want to*,\" He pushed, like wrenching something barbed and rusted from his gut. \"I want to be like you, how you're not *Afraid* Of it, how—how every *Step* You take is the right one b-because *You* Took it and n-not the—the other way around!!\"\n_ _\n\nOut flowed the mess always stuck in his throat, glowing like embers awaiting one final push from the bellows. One wasn't far, from how he was breathing. His red, *Burning* Red eyes clung to Ares for dear life, and his maniac grin hurt his face.\n\n\"My scream, when, when I sing, m-my scream it's—it's not wh-wholly a, a scream of *Terror* Anymore and I,\" He spilled, \"I d-don't know what to—how to—\"\n\nA low humming sound rumbled from his chest, tipping some of his sheer energy over the rim so he could *Think*.\n\n\"*AAAAAAaaaaaghh!*\" He attempted, though it wasn't nearly enough."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Owen spoke with a confidence that was trapped under a tightly sealed lid. It bubbled against the rim, and threatened to break through. Ares wanted it to break through. He knew Owen needed it— a well deserved release. The freedom was something Ares had revelled in for years now, and he knew Owen just needed that little *Push.*\n\nThe ginger let out his ideas of envy, and something in Ares shifted. *'I want to be like you,'* The other shouted. Instinctively, Ares' breath hitched in his throat. It felt both euphoric and dreadful— and yet at this moment, all Ares could do was let his tanned face shift into a matching grin. Now this phrase was no longer something to fear. *This was exactly what he wanted.* This is exactly what Owen *Needed*— to see how this wasn't anything to look down on, but something to *Want.*\n\nFor better or for worse.\n\n\"You gotta let it OUT. I know you got it in you.\"\n\nOwen then screamed, and Ares immediately knew he could do better. \n\nSo with a shift in his shoulders, and suddenly leaning to be inches away from Owens face, Ares screamed right back. It was significantly louder, and came from the throat of someone who never dared to make himself quieter. Ares did not hesitate to yell and it showed. It was a sudden confident shout of sound, paired with a bastard smirk, coming from the bottom of his lungs like the booming explosion of a firework midair. Just as long, he was urging Owen to let out a louder, more sure, scream. \n\nWithout a single word, Ares was speaking in a language only Owen knew.\n\n*Match my scream, be louder than me. Show me what you got.*"
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "Each beat of Owen's pulse in his ears was like a timer on a bomb—with each *Thump* In his chest it felt like he were about to explode *Now...* No, *Now! No...*\n\nSweat pricked his scalp beneath his dishevelled red mane, his eyes darting wildly as Ares stomped closer. He managed to bolt himself in place, envisioning his feet as roots sprawling over the ground, breaking up the concrete, and found it in him to meet those molten-iron eyes like he so rarely could. It felt like fingers in his brain, prying apart all his excuses until Ares reached what he was looking for.\n\nIt was blissfully easy.\n\nOwen rarely heard his bandmate make such a sound—for all the noise he was famed for making, the boy shook to think of hearing such a raw, purely triumphant sound erupt from him. He felt it in his bones, in the hollow of his ribcage, an echo of Bacchic madness and unfettered childhood energy that hadn't yet learned to shrink, to pacify its aching teeth with its own tail.\n\nIt struck him that Ares must have given him his place in their band, the head of their body of three, for he could easily have taken his place—no. That wasn't it. Owen had secured it, fair and square, by merits Ares saw plain as day. The look in his eye was downright maniacal, and it was among the most knowing he could recall.\n\nIt prodded at him: *\"Well?\"*\n\nOwen perfected his technique a little more every time he used it. The path from his diaphragm to his curled lips was exquisitely fashioned to the point of pride; just the right amount of grime, volume practiced to shake rafters. He knew exactly what to do, pulling the clammy heat from his fever-hot skin and holding it all, for a moment as sharp as a thorn, in the heart of his heart.\n_ _\n\nHe released it, and the very air crackled and blistered. Blood-red and molten gold sharpened around him, claws of light ripping briefly through the night not just for the sake of being alive, but for the necessity of burning his place in the dark. Owen's own fire glinted off his teeth as his scream tapered into laughter, crackling in time with the veins in his face and his hands burning red through his skin."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares laughed in tandem with Owen. The redhead in front of him was so raw, so alive, burning with fire and sunlight. In the freezing cold night, he felt warm. He felt like he was living. \n\n\"Hell yeah man!\" Ares turned on his heels and faced the empty gravel field in front of them. He let out another loud shout into the darkness, dissolving the scream into laughter once more. \n\nIt hurt his stomach in all the ways that reminded him he was the one in charge of his life, that he was a person, he was a firecracker in an empty night. He was the explosion of colour, the sinking of witnessing life and beauty. Here, in this quiet field, with just Owen, it was all simple. It was being human. Two dumb boys with dirt under their nails and passion in their bones screaming out against everything that tried to push back. They were free here.\n\nNo gilded birdcages or heavy chains shackled to a pike in the backyard near the doghouse, they weren't to be held down any longer, and Ares was going to make sure Owen felt it too. \n\nSharp teeth pulled their way into a tight smile that pressed the corners of his mouth up into his cheeks into a smirk that only said *'I am here, here with you, and I won't let myself regret any second of my existence.'*\n\n\"Cmon man, let out all that stupid frustration from the people that fuck you over, it has no place with you anymore. Neither do they. Forget em'.\""
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"author": "pondfaces",
"message": "The night wind blew cold on the back of Owen's neck for the first time in ages. He loved the sound of Ares' voice; a previously thought-impossibility, with how every aspect of him loomed over Owen like a dazzling portrait of everything that scared him about other people, but now, oh, how he *Loved* To be alive, the walking sonorous contagion that he was.\n\nThat is, they had learned to harmonize quite well, he thought.\n\nOwen's hands clenched and flicked and waved freely as he paced, his bones singing. In one language and the next, his shriek came undignified, unpracticed; it scraped his throat the way it did before he learned to unleash his fury instead on his blistered fingertips, his broken pencils, or the worst of them, nothing at all. He was, in a moment, unrecognizable to himself and more familiar than ever, for what his brother drew up from the silt in his brain like a magnet.\n\nFew alive had heard the boy address Death, but Ares Morales bore witness to his cursing—from the trephine's wake poured the ache in his bones, the bitter water in which his brain sat day in and day outnumbered it loosened verse, jagged and unfinished, the last dregs of Pandora's jar. It left, in a pocket of night that burned like the afternoon sun, a boy, laughing like the head of a torch under the impossibly huge, dark cave ceiling of the starry sky. \n\nHis brown eyes were peeled wide, conscious again of himself adrift in the adrenaline, fixed on Ares as his breaths tossed his whole posture like a tree in a windstorm. In his relief, the disjointed, giggling mental tone of a little kid, he felt a little like he had no skin. *Ha. Hahaha. Haha!!!*"
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "_ _ _ _ The air was cold; winter had made its official appearance. A light dusting of snow powdered the grass below Dae-hyun's feet, but the chill was mild. It was only early December, it was sure to get colder. \n\n Despite the freeze that nipped at his nose, Dae-hyun was outside and on his way towards the town. A heavy jacket rested on his shoulders, and his free hand held the strap of a tote bag. Inside, were notebooks and pencils. He wasn't about to go full news reporter on this poor café owner, but he needed it just in case he just *Had* To write something down. He would just have to see.\n\n With his leg, getting places wasn't impossible but he was slightly slower than most. This didn't stop him, of course, and eventually he was standing at the door to the small café Valio had told him about. It was homey, warm and comfortable, and he hoped the person running it would uphold the same demeanour. Or this would go far worse than he had prepared for. \n\n With a steady hand, he pressed the door open. It rung with a small jingle, a soft tune to alert whoever is inside of a new customer. The lanky boy walked over to the counter.\n\n \"Hello. Could I please get a cup of black tea?\" Dae-hyun spoke in Swedish, but it was obviously the Swedish of someone who *Didn't* Speak Swedish. \"Also... Would it also be possible to speak to... The owner of this Café?\" His sentence structure was simple at best, but it was understandable. Dae-hyun claimed to be better at listening than speaking. \n\n His tone was unsure, he felt as though he was barging into this lovely place and demanding things of the people inside. Of course, *He wasn't,* But that didn't stop the uncertainty creep into his stomach. Maybe learning the name of the Owner would've made him sound more polite."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "The woman at the counter smiled her very best customer service smile. \"Of course,\" She replied in English, \"You can go ahead and sit down wherever you like, and I'll bring you your tea. Would you like milk? Sugar? Honey?\"\n\nShe didn't seem fazed by Dae-hyun's request to speak to the owner of the café at all. In fact, rather uncharacteristically for someone who otherwise looked like a customer service-oriented person, she didn't react to it at all. She just started preparing a cup of tea."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "_ _ _ _ Dae-hyun gave a wry sort of a smile in return. \"Honey, please. Thank you.\" He was glad she responded in English, this would make the entire conversation less awkward and confusing. The lanky boy gave a small nod, and headed over to a table with two seats, tucked farther back into the café. Not exactly, *All* The way in the back, but not close to the front.\n\n He tapped his fingers on the wood for a few minutes, before opening his bag and placing his notebooks and pens on the table. He opened the page he had been writing in a day or so ago, and studied his notes. He had questions, and needed answers. He thought about what Valio had said. Dae-hyun needed to go about this in a way that wouldn't end up in a sour first impression."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "As Dae-hyun sat down, he could distinctly hear the woman at the counter yelling in Swedish. Even his limited proficiency with the language, he'd be able to know what she was yelling - a short \"Anja, where are you?\". A girl about Dae-hyun's age - presumably Anja - approached the woman, and the two had a quick exchange of words before the woman went to Dae-hyun's table with his tea.\n\nAnd - perhaps to his surprise - she sat down opposite him.\n\n\"You didn't tell me if you wanted anything in particular, so this is the house blend. I hope you don't mind a touch of cinnamon and star anise.\" She smiled, casting a quick gaze back at the counter, then returned to Dae-hyun. \"Oh, I'm sorry, I should introduce myself. I'm Jaden, I'm the owner here. Do you need help with something?\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "_ _ _ _ Dae-hyun made little mental notes about the thing's happening around him. Everything seemed so normal— what did she have to do with the Deans? He shifted slightly in his seat before a small cup of tea was placed in front of him. Alongside, a woman joining him at the table. His eyes met hers, they looked kind, but the two were clearly strangers. He couldn't begin to know anything about her. \n\n \"Oh no, I dont mind at all. Thank you so much.\" Dae-hyun spoke with politeness. What Valio had told him repeated over and over in his head, *'dont go in there guns blazing, it'll get you no where.'* He looked down at the tea, it was warm against his palms. How else was he to get the information he wanted? No matter, he had a conversation to start.\n\n \"Its a pleasure to meet you Jaden. Im Dae-hyun.\" A soft smile lingered on his lips. He wasn't trying to suck up to her, or appear nicer than he was to gain her favour— but rude people don't get much patience, he knew this. Sensitive topics are better handled with care.\n\n \"Hmm. Help? I guess you could say— nothing about the café, it's lovely here.\" He paused. \"Are you aware of Newtons Cradle?\" Quite the topic change. This was perhaps a rough place to start, but he had to check just in case. Dae-hyun was clearly bad at this. He took a small sip of the drink, and placed it back down beside his paper. It was delicious."
},
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Jaden didn't quite read Dae-hyun like an open book, but she knew more about what was going on in his head than he thought. She knew that the gaze down at the warm tea was uncertainty, perhaps insecurity. She knew he was treading lightly, trying not to offend her. She'd seen it before. They were the mannerisms of someone who needed something.\n\nWhen Dae-hyun asked about Newton's Cradle, she didn't say anything out loud, instead retrieving a pen and paper from her apron pocket and quickly scribbling something, before handing it to Dae-hyun:\n\nYes, I'm aware\n\nPlease circle\n\nI'm in danger\nI'm helping someone else who's in danger\nI need to run away\nI need shelter\nI need food/basic necessities\nI need advice\nI have questions\nNone of the above\n\nHer smile had vanished in favor of a gently concerned gaze."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "_ _ _ _ Dae-hyun stared at the paper in front of him. He held it in his hands and read each word carefully. So he did have the right person, and all of this seemed oddly prepared. How many others had come seeking answers... Why hadn't he heard of them before? The danger option... Shelter... All related to Newtons Cradle. His mind spun with questions. He looked up at Jaden, saw her concerned gaze, and felt his eyebrows tighten. \n\n The idle chatter of people continued throughout the café. Dae-hyun picked up a pen, and circled *'I have questions.'* If Jaden had been paying attention, she would've seen him hover over *'I'm helping someone else who's in danger,'* Before ultimately deciding not to circle it. He wasn't sure. The archived account and the cipher, almost seemed like a warning. After everything that happened with The Distortion people *Were* In danger, the faculty hadn't done anything, but thats not why he had come here. He wasn't here seeking direct assistance for the issues the entire Cradle was facing. He simply needed to *Know* More before he called danger. \n\n He handed the paper back to Jaden, with a certain neutral look. He looked down at his tea, and took another sip. \n\n \"Valio... Told me to come here. She says you two know each other, and that you're my best option.\" Maybe this would help Jaden know that Dae-hyun wasn't here with malicious intentions— and that someone she trusted had recommended he sees her. Perhaps, it was just idle small talk. He was unsure."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Jaden breathed an audible sigh of relief. She hadn't been watching Dae-hyun closely, (if she had, she would probably be slightly less relieved,) but she didn't seem upset about Dae-Hyun asking questions, at least. She nodded.\n\n\"So what do you want to ask?\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "_ _ _ _ Dae-hyun shifted. He looked around the two of them, scanning for anyone close by. He was in luck, no one was close enough to hear anything he was going to say. Still, he made an effort to avoid being loud. That wasn't hard for someone like Dae-hyun.\n\n \"I wanted to ask, about the Deans. John and Joan Schuster. Valio told me *Not* To just ask you straight up, but I don't want to beat around the bush. I was given, a warning of sorts, and I want to make sure my friends and peers aren't in anymore danger than they already are.\" Great going Dae-hyun, real conspicuous. \n\n \"If this is a topic you don't want to talk about, I absolutely understand and I will apologize for taking up your time— but if there *Is* Something you can tell me, I'll really appreciate it.\" The boy cleared his throat. He wanted to talk about The Distortion, the sinking feeling that something terrible was going to happen, but Dae-hyun wanted to uphold logic in a conversation like this. He also wanted to avoid sounding crazy. \n\n He wasn't sure what information he wanted from this, or what he could gain. He just needed to know more. Less uncertainty was always more comforting. It's hard to fear things you understand."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "\"If you're asking whether or not they're genocidal villains trying to hurt you,\" Jaden replied bluntly, \"Then no. I don't agree with what they do and they've hurt a lot of people one way or another, but they're not actually trying to hurt people.\" \n\nJaden put the pen and paper back in her pocket and reclined a little in her seat. \"If that's not what you're asking, try to be more specific. I don't read minds.\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "_ _ _ _ Dae-hyun gave a small awkward laugh at her implication that the Deans are villains. He knew that much, but something was still somewhat off. \"I figured they weren't bad people, I'm simply curious.\"\n\n \"Dont agree with what they do? What do you mean by that.\" Dae-hyun leaned forward slightly, and took another sip of his tea. It was comforting, warm. A sort of anchor for him, being able to do something with his hands kept him from getting antsy and shifting around in his seat too much. \n\n Dae-hyun deeply considered telling her all about what had been happening. Maybe there was a way to go about saying it without sounding insane. Though, he decided to wait for her to answer his first question. Dae-hyun didn't want to come off as too eager or frantic. The notebook that sat in front of him held many notes from the few days in between the cipher and the present moment. The boy looked down at them, rereading the outline and messages he was given."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Jaden shook her head. \"For your sake and mine, I don't think I should go into most of that. I don't want to start a fight with them.\"\n\nShe looked at Dae-hyun. \"But you were imported out of your home to some Swedish backwater, at a vulnerable time in your life. I think that's hurting a lot of people.\"\n\n\"Was there anything else?\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "_ _ _ _ Dae-hyun let out a small hum. It was a thoughtful sound, he had a lot to think about. He wasn't getting the answers he was looking for, so he needed to change the questions he was asking.\n\n \"Alright. I understand.\" He nodded. \"Yes, a couple more things actually, if you don't mind.\" The boy took a sip of his tea and straightened his posture.\n\n \"What was their intentions in starting Newtons Cradle? Also, why are they so withdrawn. Recently a lot of bad things have been happening at the Cradle, and they aren't getting involved.\" He sighed. \"Which I think, is the slightest bit strange, especially since they are responsible for us *And*... After I was given a warning by someone saying that the faculty was at fault.\" \n\n Dae-hyun put his hand on his note book, turned it around and slid it gently towards Jaden. At the very top, there was a brief summary of the things that happened with the Distortion, as well as all of the students that had been harmed mentally or physically. Underneath those, would be that of the cipher he had solved. In the middle of the page the phrases '\n\n Dae-hyun studied her expression to make sure he wasn't coming off as completely delusional. \"That message appeared on a forum that is only accessible by Newtons Cradle residents and staff. It puzzles me to say the least. Im trying to figure out more about the Faculty so I can understand what this account meant and how they are connected to the situation that has been happening recently.\"\n\n Silence. Maybe he was being too intense again."
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"author": "radikale",
"message": "Jaden spent a few moments poring over the pages of the notebook and thinking, but eventually just shook her head. \"I'm sorry, I don't have any answers for you. I don't know anything about this.\"\n\nShe stood up. \"I'm going to get back to work. You let me know if you want another cup of tea, okay?\""
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"author": "hourlys",
"message": "Mattias hoped they weren't going to find any dead bodies, this time. \n\nAlbeit, it was only once (three times, three *Separate times*, in suburban Seattle, what the fuck). Still, their memories of the woods, or at least forests in general, were not exactly soft and fluffy ones. There was a lot to hide, even back home, and in the dark, somehow slightly industrialized, but incredibly dense woods in Somewhere, Sweden probably held more secrets than Matti's entire neighborhood combined. In other words, ideal body-dumping locations. Or, potentially, creepy, curfew-inducing cult (?) or creature (?) activity. \n\nThis was *Such* A *Bad fucking idea*. \n\nSomething in their dumb, brain damaged mind was feeling almost weightless after surviving their encounter with Uriel. They were probably one of the more powerful beings in Newton's Cradle, and Matti had come out unscathed. It seemed to be normal, here, in this strange place so far removed from everything they'd ever known (literally). Things that should have been bad turned out... Alright. Half-decent. Occasionally, good. So, riding the adrenaline of feeling unkillable, Matti had gone to start their investigation in the one place everything dark, foreboding, and sinister had in common: the woods. \n\nNow of course, barely half an hour into hiking onto one of the trails, following a vague, slinking kind of premonition from their Sight, they regretted it. It was *Dark*, darker than Seattle had ever been (light pollution, probably) and the trees were abrasive and looming. It seemed every moment they weren't actively concentrating on Looking, and looking at their surroundings, they ended up with a scraped knee or nearly tripping over and invisible rock. They'd even removed their sunglasses- which must have been darker than they'd thought, since the area they could see seemed to almost glow with a barely present gold light.\n\nThe farther they followed the trail, the stronger the pull of their Sight got, and the heavier the weight of their instinct settled in their stomach. *This was a bad idea*."
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"author": "thescythe3354",
"message": "Unlike light dwellers at Newton Cradle, Vance could see very well at night as if it were still day time. He wore a simple dark brown overcoat that kept him cozy with its hood covering his head. His dark gray sweater and dark jeans were warm and fit a bit too snuggly on his tall frame. It was incredibly dark and beautiful from his perspective when he silently walked through the brush, admiring a swarm of fleeting bats and an owl hooting from its perch. \n\nHe paused in his tracks when his starlight eyes turned to see a stunning black spider chilling on its silver web. Morbidly curious to see if it will bite him, the tip of his finger draws near close towards its head. Its pedipalp spread open with its front legs reaching out towards him like how a child is reaching out for a goodie to bite into. Vance knows this was stupid but he wanted to see what the spider reaction would be. His heart throbbed in anticipation when he felt the sticky part of the ends of its legs take hold of his finger. This is when he realized the little strength it had was astonishing when it tried to pull with all it had. Once its fangs are poking out from its chelicerae, this is when he pulls his hand free from its little grasp. A small smile spread across his flawless face with admiration. \n\nNow leaving it alone, he continues to walk along enjoying the nocturnal life that he shared with other creatures of the night. Then he spots someone stumbling along in the thicket 85 ft away from where he is standing on higher ground. They appeared small until his vision zoomed right in towards them spot on. Not even the cover of foliage could conceal the new kid wandering through the brush.\n\n*What the hell are they doing out here? They don't seem like they know where they're going..\"* Vance thought, his mouth pulling into a straight perfect line. Then he notices their nervous expression when the kid is blindingly glancing with a timid face. \n\n\"Ugh!\" He placed his hand over his forehead in exasperation now that it looks like he should get this dumbass out of these woods. \"Why is there always some dumb punk thinking they got the balls to come out at night?\" He muttered bitterly under his breath. \n\nVance leaped up onto a branch to leap off to begin his air dashing moves from one branch to the next. He moved fluidly when he maneuvered his tall frame through the trees to skip pass obstacles on the forest floor. \n\nIf Mattie happened to see him coming towards their direction, most likely they would hear the sounds of twigs and branches breaking. Then Vance would come dashing out with leaves and small sprigs from the frolage. His dark silhouette would appear in a confusing shape that writhe with long prickly tentacles and tendrils from Mattie's eye of truth ability. As Vance straightens his knees to be at full height, the creature suddenly looks much taller than the poor boy. Up close there are too many mouths with jaws with another set of jaws with needle-like teeth. And within those mouths it looks like it has two, three or four forked tongues. From the dark mass a crowd of large black spiders crawled through the rooty gaps with faint glowing eyes. As Vance is reaching his hand out towards Mattie, they would see a bony hand entwine in veins with outstretched fingers. \n\n\"What are you doing out here?\" He asked, not realizing that he would be the night terror. Then his image would reveal a multiple dog like heads bursting from the writhing mass of darkness with several glowing white orbs for eyes staring down at Mattie."
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"author": "hourlys",
"message": "*Oh fuck oh god oh fuck I **Knew this was a bad idea** Should have just stayed the **Fuck** Home like someone with a sense of self preservation-* Mattias flinched back as the ***Thing*** Suddenly launched out of the foliage, bringing with it a stinging headache from the activation of their Sight. It *Rolled* Silently, like a fog, without form or heed for the laws of physics, stopping just shy of *Too* Close (though *Any* Amount of distance was too close, for that fucking *Thing*) to reach a skeletal set of bones— then a rotting carcass— then a shadowy mass— then what vaguely appeared to be a hand out in their direction. Its voice was like the sound of ripping metal: shrill and high pitched and grating. They could barely make out what the thing was trying to say, the sound hollow and reverberating through hyper-sensitive ears. \n\nAfter registering that it had asked them something, instead of just ripping out their throat, they tried to relax somewhat. Asking questions meant there was something Matti *Had* That the personcreaturething *Wanted*, and that meant an opportunity to live. \n\n\"I'm investigating. Something is hidden out here in the woods.\" *And it's you*, they tried not to say. Was this a lie? Gabriel had threatened them with lies-by-omission, but they weren't *Certain* The thing that their Sight latched onto was this... Thing. It was only probable— it wasn't *Technically* Lying to simply not state an unconfirmed fact. Besides, it was probably worse to say something they didn't *Know* Was true in front of something that might kill them. Hesitantly, they slipped their glasses out of their pockets and closed their eyes behind them, internally sighing with relief as soon as the *Toomanymouthstoomanyeyes* Was out of their Sight."
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"message": "\"There's nothing out here that is interesting. Please go back to your dorm before something else out here wants to eat you.\" He still had not realized that his voice would sound like a shrill metal scraping against a chalkboard. \"Why the hell are you shaking so much?\" He tilts his head with a confused look as he slightly lowers himself to see that Matti is scared shitless.\n\nFrom the other kid's view, the large writhing mass of darkness split open with ribs jutting out first with the layer of hide folding in on itself. Within the ribs there are hundreds of milky white eyes all turning to Mattie's direction. A faintly black film of cobweb spreads over the fleshy form as it begins to twist into a macabre shape of a black skeleton with its skull split open. Dark veins crawled along the bony frame before spreading out from his shoulders to take on a form of tattered wings. Then a cracking sound breaks out from Vance's shoulders to grow three extra pairs of bony arms.\n\n\"Come on, I'll take you back to the school.\""
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"author": "hourlys",
"message": "\"I hope you know you're a slightly terrifying to look at. That wasn't figurative. I didn't mean to be rude. Your form changes a lot, and it's very overwhelming.\" With their eyes closed, Matti felt a little braver, and the words flowed from their mouth in a high fueled by fight of flight (or, apparently, spew the truth like a broken faucet). Their Sight, or rather, hearing, honed on the sound of cracking bones, of whispers not-quite-real, of all the things they were trying to ignore (to hide from themself). They were about to start a mental journal entry, starting with *Extreme threat* And ending with *Avoid, please*, when the abomination's words registered. \n\n\"Did you imply you want to *Eat* Me? I don't know if I should feel threatened—\" They made up their mind quickly. \"I do. I do feel threatened. My eyes are closed and staying in the woods alone with closed eyes is a *Really, really* Bad idea, but I'm not exactly inclined to go anywhere with you. You're unsettling.\" \n\nMaybe it was a bad idea to antagonize the horrifying creature probably barely holding back from snapping their neck. But as evidenced by the fact that Mattias had gone into these godforesaken woods in the first place, they hadn't been thinking straight the entire night, and certainly weren't about to start being rational now. Sure, the being was terrifying, and gut-wrenching, and it felt like Looking (looking) at it for too long might drive them insane. But it wasn't the kind of horror Matti's mind conjured up, the ones tailored specifically to them. It was a general kind of awe-inspiring fear, one that fell just short of immobilizing terror."
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"message": "*'Click! Click! Click! Click!'*\n\nAn unsettling clicks rattled from the abomination who now morphs into another tall entity with skulls of canines with rows of jaws hidden in their mouths. Their needle-like teeth bristled menacingly with more clicking. Long appendages strayed out from the mass with claw-like hands with bony fingers exposing what looks to be veins. The alpha head that has several glowing orbs had pulled back its lips to expose its pointed teeth.\n\n\"Are you seriously high on drugs? How terrifying am I?\" Vance rests his hand on his hip as he tilts his head, staring down at Mattie like he just grew a second head. \"Look punk, you're the one acting like a lost weirdo who needs to go back to bed.\"\n\nHe rolled his eyes at their babbling as he folded his arms, shaking his head at their hallucinations. With an annoyed sigh, he decides to try to take matters into his own hands when he looks at the quivering kid. \"If I wanted to hurt you... I would have done so many times ago...\" Vance gave a slight growl as he began to scoop Mattie up over his shoulder. \"You're going back to school and that's final.\" He gave them a stern tone."
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"author": "hourlys",
"message": "\"Do you not know? Have you never seen a mirror? I'm fairly sure what I'm seeing is correct— or at the very least, it's a form you're trying to conceal. Which implies true form, but hey. Who am I to judge. I've counted several sets of teeth and more eyes that I *Ever* Wanted to see- fuck!\" \n\nThey tensed, eyes still closed, as the person— they were fairly sure it was a person, now, at the very least it had the intellect of one, and they weren't going to do it a disservice by pretending otherwise— hoisted Matti towards its. Shoulder? It was hard to tell. They paused, mind whirring. For one, outside of the context human (?) contact was nice. The existence of touch alone almost persuaded them to stop struggling. Almost. On the other hand...\n\n\"Hey! Consent is an issue. You can't just grab me without asking, especially not when my eyes are closed. What if I hit you? What if I—\" They struggled to think of something suitably imposing, and settled on one of the powers they knew from the other inhabitants of Newton's Cradle \"— what if I exploded you? Then we would both feel bad, wouldn't we.\" \n\nWith the unknown abductor— they were calling it an abductor now, what else would you call someone who ran up to you in the middle of the woods and then *Picked you up* (Matti resolutely did *Not* Blush. They did *Not*. It wasn't kind that this odd eldritch abomination cared about them being safe, not at all), and threatened you? In stricter terms, they supposed it was more a reverse-kidnapping. Matti had left their residence, and their \"Abductor\" Was seemingly hell-bent on bringing them back. Still. They'd likely never see this woods-person again, so they were free to be as liberal as they liked; both in ascribed monikers, and in the level of their true, unfiltered thoughts that leaked into their speech."
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"author": "thescythe3354",
"message": "\"You seriously need to lay off the drugs, kid.\" Vance says, keeping hold of the figure on his shoulder. They laid limp like a sack of potatoes which didn't put up much of a fight. Vance casually did a brisk walk moving through the thicket with quicker steps with his long legs. Then he slowed down when the student said something that reopened a sore spot inside his chest.\n\n*\"Do you not know? Have you never seen a mirror? I'm fairly sure what I'm seeing is correct— or at the very least, it's a form you're trying to conceal. Which implies true form, but hey. Who am I to judge? I've counted several sets of teeth and more eyes that I ever wanted to see- fuck!\"*\n\nHis fingers subconsciously begin digging into Mattie's ribs when a shadow drifts over his starlight blue eyes. A fang bit down on the corner of his mouth to hold back the temptation of yelling at them. That urge to throw their small body into the ground with a violent thud. Then the feeling subsides like how night dissipates as sunset arrives.\n\n\"You're just as irrational and dramatic like the other fucking student,\" Vance said, walking over a fallen log. He released the pressure he held on Mattie with a mutter apology when he realized he nearly crushed them.\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, abductor, exploded... Whatever,kid,\" Vance said, waving this off like this is nothing. Whatever they're threatening is not a bother of his concern because he's been trying to keep a clean profile at Newton Cradle. \"If you're another of those punks who have... Oh, I don't know...\" Vance said, shrugging his shoulders to cause Mattie to bounce up to get their head brushed against a branch. \"I have the power of truth and I can see, hear and feel all liars!\" His voice dripped with sarcasm with a lighter tone to mock Mattie and lowkey ridicule Taffy. Vance isn't too sure if what the student is saying is true about what he really is, could it just be a perk thing they're currently seeing?\n\n\"I got some news for you,\" Vance says, his tone now sounding serious. \"Not everyone wants to be revealed because that's their business. If you wanna be like one of those truth seekers and exposers, it's no different than wanting to strip the clothes from a person who doesn't want to be seen. Its so fucking annoying when some dumb kid think they have privilage to snoop into people's privacy because they have powers that allows them to. Punks who can read minds, see auras or anything relating to reading a human like a book... Is no different than a fucking dog sniffing someone's ass.\"\n\nHe's currently ranting at this point out of frustration after some of the shit he'd put up with at Newton Cradle. \"And I didn't have your consent to be seeing whatever the fuck you're looking at,\" Vance scowled, now walking a little quicker. With what he said hit like a stone cold truth covered in needles. It was obvious that Mattie struck a nerve that Vance is trying his best to keep composed.\n\n\"Now will you stop being a little bitch?\""
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"author": "hourlys",
"message": "Right. \n\nAt first, they'd been scared. No— terrified, actually. Then, they'd been frustrated, a little curious. Now? Now, Mattias was *Furious*. \n\n\"Hey **Motherfucker,**\" They started, eyes opening for the first time since they'd been closed to blaze a defiant look at their surroundings. \"You've never been called ugly, is that it? That's the only explanation I have for you being a bastard-fucking-hypocrite. You think you're *Special*? You think you're the only being on the planet earth who doesn't want their fucking secrets revealed? Newsflash— you're just like every other person I've ever fucking met. And you're not the worst, not by the half of it. You want to yell at me for seeing the fucking truth? For invading your fucking privacy? You picked me up out of the middle of goddamn nowhere and grabbed me knowing full well I was fucking terrified of you, like you had some agency over what I do. Whatever fucked-up version of \"Help\" I never wanted. How's that for fucking invasive?\" Their molars ground into gum as they stiffened their jaw and stabbed where they *Thought* Might be the creature's (they were wrong, no fucking *Person* Manhandled someone else against their will while preaching about being superior) neck with the tip of a pen, dragging the sharp point far enough that they could squirm out of its grip and fall hard onto the forest floor. \n\n\"You think I want this, huh? You think I ***Chose*** To be like this? What a peachy-fucking-pleasant world you must live in, where everyone can control their abilities perfectly all the time, and people with the powers that make *You* Uncomfortable are bad, but *You* Could never do anyone any wrong. And I closed my eyes, asshole. As far as fucking *Consent* Goes, I'd say 'napping someone who was minding their own fucking business is a lot worse than accidentally seeing something you didn't want me to by virtue of *Existing*.\"\n\n**// Unconscious self-harm**\n\nIt wasn't anger that boiled over in Mattias as they finished speaking— it wasn't even fear. It was hurt. The kind of bloody, open wound that people *Loved* To pour salt in. The gall- the audacity. This being had approached *Them*, asked *Them* What they were doing, made no effort to conceal or reign in what Matti was so obviously fearful of. The remnants of once comforting touch burned like burrowing worms, rotting the places where the eldritch *Thing* Had made contact. They pulled at the skin there, venting nervous energy and suppressed emotions into the tearing of barely-healed scars. The creature's words reminded them of the acidic feeling they got when adults had tried to \"Teach\" Them when they were younger. *Shut your mouth. Stay away. Hands over ears over eyes, fold yourself until bloody and bruised and a neat package, the perfect child.* Why did *It* Think that it was allowed to be and Matti wasn't? They hadn't even gone into the woods *Looking* For it, just to get away, to follow the Sight that wrapped around their bones and heart and lungs. *Hedera helix*, the invasive root that nestled in all the spaces they were empty and spilled out through words seldom-used. \n\nMattias had no doubt that the... Fine. That the person had gone through something— there was no way it'd react like this if it hadn't. But unnatural spryness could be hidden in quiet movement. Unruly, shadowed limbs could be pruned. Those with physical powers would always be feared in the kind way, the way where people said \"Don't judge a book by its cover\" And gathered monsters with claws close to their jugular. But the fear of being Seen was a deeper kind, more primal. Angels and scissor scars, golden eyes and healing bruises. They winced at the feeling of tender flesh under their shirt, another addition to a macabre collection. Physical fear was, comparatively, nothing. Humans were always more scared of the truth than of being hurt.\n\n\"Leave me the fuck alone. Stop preaching or get yourself to a church so someone'll give a shit. I don't need your help, and I don't want you near me. Freezing to death would be better than having to listen to another second of you telling me my existence hurts your feelings.\""
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"author": "thescythe3354",
"message": "Vance was quiet while the child began to throw a venting tantrum shouting loud enough to frighten the sleeping birds. A sound of startled wings fluttering into the night air mixed with Mattie's shouts. His steps were a bit slower now that he needed to carefully maneuver over the loose dirt before pausing in his truck.\n\n\"Are you done now?\" He asked, already looking bored after listening to their long vent. \"Look, you were blabbering it so openly I felt uncomfortable that you announced whatever the fuck I look like to you. And I don't need anyone to point it out because I struggle enough trying to appear 'normal' in public.\" Vance circled halfways around the tree to slide down a steep hill on his feet. \"I'm sorry for not realizing that you didn't have an off switch, ok? If you want to be left alone with the other predators, guess I'll ignore my morals and let nature take its course.\"\n\nVance wasn't joking.\n\nAt night a lot of large predatory animals come out to hunt easy game. And Mattie would be as vulnerable as a baby doe perched alone in the dark woods. \"It's not easy, I get. Maybe you'll adapt and learn to switch it off while staying here at Newton Cradle.\" His tone wasn't irritable anymore but with a calmer tone of understanding. \"It's just that I don't look normal like you and I don't want to go back having operations to appear human. The thought of having to cut off more of yourself to blend in hurts... A lot. \"\n\nA bead of sweat slid down his temple when his mouth turned to a straight line when his thoughts grew deeper. \"Hey, stop that... Just chill maybe we could talk this one out?\" He didn't like how the kid began showing signs of self harm as they started scratching themselves? That's what it looks like from his perception.\n\nThis is when Vance felt something warm streaming down from his neck where he noticed that he had ripped his stitches. The light poke from the pen brushing against it was enough to aggravate the skin to tear from the string.\n\n\"Aw fuck...\" He placed his hand over his neck. How long was he bleeding out for? Then they heard something big moving through the bushes that was making his heart hammer hard in his chest. From Mattie's view the monstrosity changes itself into a normal kid with a silhouette body with glowing white eyes and elven ears. This time the only thing that appeared to be normal are the clothes that he's wearing. Still 7'5 ft tall handsome shadow person who is bleeding a bit from his neck. The glowing orbs for eyes are half closed with a weary look.\n\nThe sound of a gruffing grunt approaching them all on fours and carrying a thick shaggy coat of fur is a bear. \"You did say that you wanted to be left alone, right?\" Vance fucking yeeted out of the area running at this point."
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"author": "hourlys",
"message": "**// Matti's pretty cavalier about their own death in this, and there are references to intentionally putting themself in dangerous situations with the hope of getting hurt. You can skip the tagged parts if that's not something you want to read. **\n\nWell, it had been a good run. \n\nMaybe part of Mattias had known they'd die going into the forest tonight. || Maybe they'd even been looking for it. || By whatever they'd expected to find, by what they had found, by some rabid creature in the middle of the woods thousands of miles from the place they considered not-home. Their pen— the one that had come back with more blood than they'd been expecting, that now felt heavy with guilt— wouldn't kill a kitten, much less a wild animal. For a moment, their eyes tracked the form of the now much more human figure fleeing through the trees. The sight of their retreating back cooled their anger, hardening it into dead coal in the back of their throat. *At least one of us lives*, they thought with a kind of desperate, dying kinship. \n\nThe sound of branches breaking and snarling snapped closer, a dog nipping at the heels of a sick beast. Approaching, but not quite there yet. \n\nMatti pulled their glasses from their face once again, looking into the brush. They had stared their death in the face every night for eight years. It took the form of a future that strangled them with monkshood, of an iron brand emblazoned on their soul. They had gazed into their own dead eyes, seen what they would become, no matter fear or fury. ||Compared to that? Whatever awaited them was peace.|| In a last minute of strange, blissful composure, they tucked their pen into their bag. *Last entry,* They annotated quietly in their mind. ||*I'm finally returning. I'm finally done.*|| *I'm good enough to go back.* \n\nTheir eyes, golden in Sight, fixed themselves to the darkness with bright-burning defiance and smooth, whiskey relief."
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"author": "thescythe3354",
"message": "Angry barks could be heard before the large form revealed themselves to be a large dog of some kind. It appeared to be a wild mutt with shaggy fur with patches of bald spots scabbing over with sores. The creature is missing an ear and one eye was glossed over with cataracts. \n\nAs Vance's legs took him running first without thinking, this is when he immediately takes notice that he was alone. Alone to hear the barking behind him with no dumbass nearby? When he glanced over his shoulder to see the ugly mutt pushing through the thicket, he now realizes that the idiot was laid there like a sacrificial lamb.\n\n\"The fuck are you doing!?\" Vance yelled at Mattie, his tone nearly cracking from the shock. His mind was already racing with many options that flew by so fast that his immediate reaction was to run back. Right now his heart was speaking louder to save that dumbass than to live with the guilt. \n\nThe barking was louder now when the animal came crashing through the thorny bushes. Sprigs, twigs and leaves spew out behind the rushing dog who came soaring out in mid-air. Its jaw sprang open revealing yellowed teeth with a line of saliva streaming out from its maw."
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"author": "hourlys",
"message": "Matti blinked. They blinked again. *Why-* They barely had time to think before they pushed the complicated rush of emotions to the back of their mind. *Why save me? Why put yourself at risk?* Echoed anyway. Their Sight narrowed as they saw Vance hurt, get hurt *Protecting them.* This was different from Uriel. This was different from ending of nights of terror and fear and then waking up. This was real, and this was a threat. \n\nThey must have looked like a demon. Eyes glowing sulfur-yellow with a hint of smoke, rising almost invisible in night air. There was *Something* In those eyes, something that hinted at an unspeakable thirst for violence that hid behind cracked black sunglasses. Maybe it was bloodlust. Maybe, less likely, the ambition to survive. Whatever it was, it stopped hiding now. Their hat had been knocked slightly eschew when Vance had grabbed them, and wild strands of hair seemed to float around their head. Their face was stone. Uncaring. Their lips quirked slightly in the mockery of a smile.\n\nFlashlights were surprisingly heavy, when wielded right.\n\n**// Gore. Blood. Animal death.**\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\"I apologize that my indecision put you in danger. I won't pretend to understand your obligation to come back for me, but I appreciate it. I'll help you get medical attention.\""
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"message": "||Just before Vance could crush the windpipe of the animal, a pinging guilt of his humanity reminded him that he's taking away a life. His logic is if he did get away with the kid, this animal would most likely attack another person who stepped into its territory. \n\nWhen his fingers are positioned in the correct place of its jugular, he winced when a splatter of blood speckled his face. Instead of him quickly claiming a life, it was Mattie who started pummeling the dog clumsily to death. When the animal yelped, Vance quickly pulled his arm free from its maw before scrambling backwards with his back slamming against the tree trunk.\n\nHe watched in utter shock that this petite child used their flashlight to continue hitting the dog until it stopped moving.What it more unnerving is how they still beat it until there is a messy corpse laid in a pile of broken bones, sinew, tattered fur and meat on the forest floor. Vance had seen the darker side of a kid that he barely knows is now labeled as one of the most unstable students at Newton Cradle.\n\nHe knows that he isn't perfect but holy crap, what the fuck!? Why are kids trying to be so edgy!?||\n\n||Vance isn't afraid of Mattie. It's the thought of how brutal and sudden how they reacted towards danger after waiting for their own death. It felt like they were enjoying their murdering a bit too much. This opened up a part of him that he realize that he is afraid of what he'll become if he turn out similar like the other fucked up students.\n\nA shadow cast over his starlight eyes when Mattie turns their attention back at him. A sullen tone and with a disappointed look from Vance was disheartening. \"Why... Did you have to kill the dog like that..? Have you done this before with an animal...? A person...? Why did you smile before you attacked it? What were you really thinking?\" He ignored their other responses when he was trying to understand their true motive. \"A moment ago you were about to let yourself get mauled to death... Now th-this!?\" Vance gestured to the mutilated corpse of... Whatever the fuck it is on the forest floor. \"That's not normal! That's not a normal behavior to sudden...\"\n\nVance stopped himself before he began to lecture the kid. \"I don't get it... I really don't understand at all. You did stab me... Then you seem to want to die... Then got up and killed a dog like a complete psycho. That's what I am getting.\" He slid his fingers through his hair trying to rake up logic of why this happened in the first place.\n\n\"I really don't want to lecture you... But... It's serious... Its wrong... I..Just don't know what to do about this..?\" His fang bit down on the corner of his lip nervously as he is trying to find the right words. 'Don't pretend this is nothing... You seriously need to seek help for your mental health... No offense.\"||"
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"author": "hourlys",
"message": "Matti frowned, desperately fishing in their now bloodstained back for another pair of sunglasses. The small, scared, strange teenager once again. \n\n\"I didn't mean to injure you majorly. I stabbed you with a pen— they're not known to cause lasting damage, from my own experience. And if I had died there, it would be because my job was complete, and I wasn't needed anymore.\" A brief flicker of annoyance rose then faded. In the aftermath of— of what they didn't want to look at, and the slide of *Something* Between their fingers, coating their clothes— nothing felt real. \"I didn't *Want* To kill it. I didn't intend to do it, I haven't done it before. I didn't derive any enjoyment from doing so. It was going to kill ***You***, after you protected me. It was self-defense, or if not strictly self-defense, the defense of another.\" Their speech began to falter. \"That makes it, makes it alright, doesn't it?\" \n\nThe other person seemed... Upset. Disproportionately so, compared to what had happened. Maybe they didn't like the mess. Matti pulled a spare sheet of paper from their satchel, and awkwardly attempted to clean some of the larger. Pieces. From their body. \n\n\"I know I'm not necessarily what is considered to be of 'whole and hale mind', but surely I'm not worse than some of the others here. I likely wouldn't attempt murder. Or take blood to study it.\" \n\nThey batted their confusion aside, pushing it down to sit in the same locked box as the violence they'd just committed. It didn't quite work. They distracted themself from rising nausea by speaking again. \"Regardless, we should head back.\""
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"message": "Vance glanced at the other one more time before shaking his head at them. \"No... You should really try thinking about the consequences after your actions.\" He sighed, now walking ahead to lead the way as he is bleeding from his injured arm. \"I'm conflicted with how you killed it so slowly... The thing is sick and we noisily walked onto its territory.\" He rubs the back of his aching neck where he felt where the stitches ripped. \"It's alright to get mad... It's okay to say what you need... It's okay to get your point across... But it's not alright to physically harm someone because you're pissed off..\" For the first time Vance wasn't mad but rather disappointed. \"Keep in mind that even if you feel that your life is finished... And perhaps wanting to die... There will always be someone who will risk keeping you alive. Why? It's because it wouldn't be right to not do something about it. They care about you.\"\n\nWith that Vance remained silent as he led them back to the school before he subscreetly took a picture of them without the flash on. \"I'm going to need to call the ambulance, go clean yourself up.\" He did call for the ambulance first before sending Pernilla a message. They are already at the entrance of Newton Cradel with the building waiting for them.\n\n*Text Message: *Hey Pernilla, I found a lost student in the forest who couldn't see in the dark. They appeared lost but they keep saying I look like a monster. Not sure what their deal is, so I carried them on my shoulder to get them out of the woods. There were a lot of animals out tonight and figured they would get in trouble. We got in a bit of an argument and he stabbed me in the neck with a pen, opening up my stitches in the process. They didn't know I had stitches and they were not intending to hurt me that bad. Then we walked onto a wild dog's territory and got bitten in the process. They killed it with a flashlight after realizing I blocked the bite when they tried to let themselves get mauled? They seem like an okay kid but I would like you to provide them mental help and maybe some medication? I'm not angry, just rather disappointed that they didn't get the immediate care that they needed from the facility. I may not get their name but I do have their description and photo.*"
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"author": "Enma Onizaki",
"message": "➣__【𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐝】__\n\n*Step- Step- Step- Step-*\n\n \"Hmm... And if I turn this corner, I should be-\"\n\n \n\n*His eyes would narrow onto the white screen on his phone. A raised eyebrow accompanying his close up inspection.*\n\n \"Ehhh...? Isn't this... The place...?\"\n\n News flash, it was not. Enma who turned the corner had met face to face with a tall looming building accompanied by a narrow pathway leading to a dead end. In other words, the man had walked into an alleyway! And it hadn't been the first time this had happened either. The past 30 minutes had gone... Something along the lines like: Turning the wrong way and ending up in dark alleys, helping the elderly and forgetting where he came from, following his map and walking into a street lamp, walking into someone's house and mistaking it for a bathroom. With no idea where he came from and no idea where he was, the man found himself lost in the midst of the city, all while trying to reach the institution \"Newton's Cradle.\"\n\n*Sigh*\n\n \"I'm so lost... KUSOOOOOO!!!!\"\n\nTN: \"Kuso\" Means \"Dammit\" Or \"Shit\" Or \"Fuck\" In japanese. \n\n In a loud voice, the boy yelled in an unfamiliar language which sounded asian in origin. Enma found himself slumped forwards with a moping expression. Feeling his soul slowly departing from his body, the boy wandered around town square, lifelessly bumping into people with his tall yet lanky stature. Truth to be told, he wore a vastly different outfit than others. A gakuran uniform and hakama pants with a cape and a cap to finish his attire. Around his waist were dull blades that seemed to indicate a form of martial origin. His hair was predominantly black in color, so much so it seemed to swallow the prospect of light. All the while his eyes were a dull crimson due to his exhausted and depressed mental state.\n\n*Bump-*\n\n \"Oh, excuse me.\"\n\n He said in english, not his natural tone of voice nor\n\nThe language he was most familiar with. However, it was enough for him to be understood by most english speakers, with a relatively tamed accent that wasn't insulting towards the english speaking cultures of the world. A perk of being descended from a noble family came in the form of his higher education. Though with how things have played out, Enma was about to meet the most challenging form of education he would ever receive. The person who he bumped into stood just under 10 cm shorter than him. Looking to be asian as well, his hair was black, and he held a... Rather cold and somewhat irritated expression.\n\n*Gulp*"
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"author": "chahei",
"message": "_ _ \n\n```\nDear Haoran Wan,\n\nThere'll be a new student arriving today, and we would like to request you to come find him in Isakstad and fetch him. \n\n```\n\nIt was supposed to be a simple enough task. While he was a new student himself, he had gotten to know the city quite well through extensive-enough walks through the region, and with everyone else busy at the time Haoran was the most convenient student to delegate the task to, he supposed. Of course, things never went quite as smoothly as he hoped they would go. It would take him 10 minutes lokoing around the town square to realize that whoever he was supposed to guide to the school was nowhere to be seen - he couldn't tell if the student just hadn't arrived, or if they had gone elsewhere and was lost. With a frown, he squinted to try to find this person. \n\n``` Look out for anyone with a tall figure, black hair, and rather traditional Japanese clothing.```\n\n...Tall, black hair and Japanese clothing? Was this going to be someone of Japanese origin, or another one of those crazed fans of the Japanese? If only they had described his features more, he wouldn't have this much trouble spotting him..- \n\n*Bump-* \n\n \"W-\" \n\n**\"Oh, excuse me.\"** \n\n``` You'll know once you see him. Thank you. ```\n\n*Hm. So that's him. I see what they were talking about now. He must be Japanese.* \n\n. . . \n\nWhile he was relatively calm on the inside, his expression showed something else - something meaner. A sharp glare would be sent Enma's way on accident, boring straight into his skull. While the glare lasted, he'd be scanned up and down, before Haoran stopped at eye contact. While his face continued to hold his icy gaze upon the otherwise firey student and his voice blunt and brusque, his words seemed friendly enough. (Questionably. Very questionably.) \n\n\"It's alright. You must be the new student - Newton's Cradle, am I right? I was sent to find you. I apologize for not finding you sooner, you seem exhausted.\" \n\nHe responded, pulling out his phone - a seemingly expensive one - to check if he was the right person. Tall? Check. Black hair? Check. Japanese-looking? Certainly. This person was *Definitely* The student he was looking for. What they *Didn't* Tell him was that said student would have the most prominent crimson eyes, causing Haoran's matte black to widen. While he would quickly warn him regarding his unnatural-looking eyes, with the way he was dressed, it looked convincingly cosplay-like. Regardless, though, Haoran would speak up. \n\n\"Your eyes are unnatural. It might arouse suspicion. Wear contacts next time.\" \n\n_ _"
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"author": "makisaka_",
"message": "\"A-Ah! I suppose you're the one who I'm supposed to meet up with?\"\n\n** I apologize for not finding you sooner, you seem exhausted.\" **\n\n \"Oh- No please, I was the one who got lost. Do not worry about it. Apologies for the trouble!\"\n\n An apparent polite tone with a courteous bow and smile, the man had felt a slightly bit sorry for causing his schoolmate trouble. Clasping his hands together to imply apologetic intentions, most others would find it odd due to the unfamiliar customs adopted by the foreign student. He was overly respectful, and the choice of words he used were carefully analyzed for an effective way to communicate his intentions. His crimson glance would look up to see another harsh glare put upon his body. This time the shivering of his spine was apparently as goosebumps arose, all hair on his body stood at once.\n\n*Heeeeeeeeeeeeeee*\n\n**\"Your eyes are unnatural. It might arouse suspicion. Wear contacts next time.\" **\n\n \"Oh- Ah- Yes, understood. I'll try to do that.\"\n\n Of course, he himself knew how odd his appearance may be. His eyes were a predominant reason for why he was often ostracized and bullied in school. The only person who had ever expressed true admiration for his crimson colored eyes was his mother. She was the first, and the last. To others, his eyes were an abnormality, the signs of a monster, a devil. His expression showed sorrow and guilt, understanding it was about time for him to hide his abnormalities if he wanted to be accepted.\n\n \"Oh- I have not introduced myself. Onizaki Enma, Enma is my given name.\""
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"author": "chahei",
"message": "_ _ \n\nHaoran squinted. (To anyone else, this seemed like he had deepened his frown.) \n\n*Why does he act like Jones? So apologetic over something he isn't at fault for..* \n\n**\"A-Ah! I suppose you're the one who I'm supposed to meet up with?\"**\n\n\"You are correct. I will be guiding you to the institution.\" \n\nHe responded almost robotically, eye-ing the man much taller than him carefully. With such a polite bow like that, he seemed to be more obviously Japanese than before. Haoran sighed as Enma apologized, in disbelief that he would be meeting yet another Craig so soon. It would be dangerous if he felt obligated to keep an eye on Enma as well - he didn't have that much space in his room of worries. Haoran would completely miss the signs that the boy felt intimidated by him though, and would dismiss his apology. \n\n\"Don't apologize for something you aren't wrong for. This is your first time here. You are bound to get lost. You bring me no trouble other than what is expected.\" \n\nHaoran said, in a (very pathetic) attempt to reassure the new student, before he would glance to the side, watching the small crowd within the townsquare hurry over to their next destination. He raises a brow as Enma's face morphed into a seemingly guilty one - he's seen this expression before. It pushed Haoran strongly to get rid of it. \n\n** \"Oh- Ah- Yes, understood. I'll try to do that.\"** \n\n\"It is a shame that eyes like yours have to be hidden. They're quite fascinating, but your safety is much more important than that. If your -\" He lowers his voice in a hushed tone, \"Parahumanity is exposed, you could potentially risk any sort of chance at reintegrating back into society.\" \n\n\"My roommate is just like you, just with his hair. Since you convincingly look as if you are dressing up, it should be alright.\" \n\nHaoran would instinctively adjust the cuffs of his coat, nearly gesturing to the direction of the institute before his action would be interrupted by the introduction of the stranger. While he wouldn't usually react this way towards such simple introductions, Enma's last name was.. \n\n. . . **?!** \n\n**\"Onizaki Enma, Enma is my given name.\"**\n\nHaoran *Freezes.* His eyes slowly glance back at Enma's crimson orbs. They're widened even more now, staring at him in visible shock.\n\n_ _ \n\n\"O-Onizaki? What?\" \n\nFalling into silence momentarily, he coughs to clear his throat. \n\n\"*Ahem*. Apologies for the sudden.. Interjection. *Onizaki*, was it?\" \n\nHe could hardly believe it. That last name - it rung clear in his mind, and something in his brain *Clicked*. Haoran would rub the bridge of his nose, making sure that he had heard that right. Onizaki. Onizaki. It wasn't Oneezaki or Onisaki; it was the crisp and clear Onizaki that he had heard of enough times in the past. How would have he not known? \n\nOnizaki would be the last name of a relative. This.. Enma Onizaki.. He was Haoran's **Cousin.** \n\n``\"...My name is Wan Haoran. It is a pleasure, Onizaki-san.\" ``\n\n_ _ \n\n\"You can speak Japanese with me. I understand the language, if that's what you're worried about.\" \n\nHaoran would say as he adjusted his cuffs, nodding of course when Enma expressed it for formality's sake. The boy he would be guiding seemed highly distressed though, his expression questionably.. Questionable. He frowned (not in distaste but rather slight concern, though his face wouldn't allow him to properly show the Onizaki that). It was misunderstanding after misunderstanding, and that wouldn't be the last one because another one would arise just as quickly. \n\n...*?!* \n *Why is he crying—?!* \n\nFreezing almost immediately as if he were ice, Haoran would watch as Enma would cry (seemingly out of fear? Stress? He didn't know, and he didn't want to know). The mean-looked boy would receive several glances from oncoming citizens, causing the Chinese to deadpan at the sight out of it. \n\nWith a sigh, he'd grab Enma's shoulder and would give it a squeeze to show that he *Wasn't* Verbally harassing the poor boy. Last thing he wanted was for pictures to surface in the media about him making some boy cry. \n\n\"...Please stop crying. People will think that I'm bullying you. I understand that my expression is rather cold, but I will assure you that I do not mean what I look at times. Er, most— All the time. People tend to say that.\" \n\nHaoran had misunderstood Enma's woes completely. While Enma was crying from guilt, Haoran thought that Enma was crying because he believed Haoran was being mean to him. \n\n**\" \"Yes... Thank you... For being so kind...\"** \n\n.....*What?* \n\nEnma was truly an enigma. \n\n\n\n.....Then the crying boy started.. Blushing? He wasn't sure what about his words would garner such reaction - especially since many people had been creeped out instead when Haoran told them that he found their features fascinating, but he'd be the last to question Enma on what he was feeling. He didn't know if he *Wanted* To know. \n\n. . . \n\n** \" 你- 你是。。。万家的长子！？\"**\n\n\"对。\" \n\n \n\n``\"And, since you are Onizaki Enma.. You must be the heir that my father was talking about.\"``\n\nWhat in the world were the odds?! The chances that he would meet the *Other* Heir of his family?! The two eldest stood there and stared at one another in shock, before Haoran would cough to clear his throat awkwardly. \n\n\"W-Well.. Isn't this quite the surprise. I didn't... Think I would meet any Onizaki outside of business meetings. Er, why don't we begin our journey to the academy now? We can speak along the way if you have any questions.\""
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"author": "makisaka_",
"message": "**\"You can speak Japanese with me. I understand the language, if that's what you're worried about.\"**\n\n*GASP!*\n\n Yet another show of kindness... Enma almost couldn't handle it! The fact that he was imposing this much onto Haoran for him to show that much amount of care for the foreign boy. Despite the two males being in the same situation of foreigners in a western land! The kindness Enma felt had severely made him more guilty than one would think. His tears of regret that he couldn't properly ease the senior student's burdens caused Enma great amounts of grief. \n\n*Being the person that he was, he didn't even notice the fact that others had already taken a keen eye at the two. They may have stirred quite the scene. Well, by they I most definitely mean Enma and his overreactions. The man could never quite keep his emotions at bay sometimes.*\n\n*Grab*\n\n***GASP!***\n\n His eyes turned to the grab on the shoulder. S-Such firmness, what bold words! Enma seemed to have mistaken Haoran once more! At first Enma had thought Haoran was simply showing a form of kindness despite being thoroughly annoyed by the swordsman's tardiness. Now, he has shown even more concern that Enma didnt deserve! Going to lengths such as cheering Enma up with a firm gesture and his awkward words.\n\n*Sniff sniff*\n\n*What a wonderful man!*\n\n Of course, his kindness even warranted a compliment on Enma's eyes, which greatly caused him to feel proud yet embarrassed. Upon realizing the two boys were related, Enma's shock was further empowered as Haoran casually answered his question. And even proceed to talk about Enma's family situation!\n\n \"Ah- Umm- Yes! I'm the heir to the family. Pleased to meet your acquaintances again.\"\n\n This time spoken in his mother tongue, he'd lower his head slightly to give a form of respect before listening to Haoran again. It certainly was a form of fate that the two cousins so close in age would unite in a foreign land with mystical powers. As Haoran propose to converse and walk at the same time, the boy would nod with a brimming smile. \n\n \"Of course Wan-san! Truth to be told, I didn't expect to meet you too! My mother... She's told me many things about her family.\""
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"author": "chahei",
"message": "_ _ \n\n....\n\n*Are you kidding me? He's just like Craig..* \n\nHe wasn't sure what fate had bestowed upon him so that'd the first few people he would be interacting with phyiscally had similar character — Enma's agreeability, adamantness on not burdening others.. It was worryingly like his roommate's. What surprised him more was that someone like him would be the heir of such a legacy; the Onizakis were known to be fierce and aggressive with their fighting style after all, so such a personality seemed far too contrasting. Of course, he was no martial artist, and he had no right to judge Enma for however he acted. \n\n** \"Ah- Umm- Yes! I'm the heir to the family. Pleased to meet your acquaintances again.\"**\n\n\"I didn't expect that. I believe I've only met your grandfather regarding finances of the clan long ago, and of course.. Your mother.\" \n\nHis tone would audibly soften at the mentioning of his aunt - she had passed away a long time ago (5 years to be exact), and since she spent so much time with her Onizaki side of the family instead of her Wan side, Haoran was only able to meet her a few times in his entire life. Even while she was gone, his *Own* Mother often reminded him to not be like Enma's and to not fail as the next heir of the Wan business. It never sat right with him, but it was never debated by him either. Now meeting her son in the flesh.. A tinge of guilt gnawed at him, a cold feeling climbing up his spine. \n\n**\"My mother... She's told me many things about her family.\"**\n\n\"Good things, I hope. She was an inspiration for many. She was the first to break the cycle of the Wan family, and hopefully not the last. I would take it upon myself to do the same, but I've delegated the task to my siblings. I have no choice but to continue the company — I'm sure you understand.\" \n\nHaoran spoke as the two walked side by side, finding slight comfort in the fact that Enma would understand the pressure and expectations that came with being assigned the 'heir', as if it were their lifes' purpose to continue what they had no part in beginning. With the flick of his wrist, he would turn on his phone to check the time. It was currently 5:15 P.M, and they had approximately 45 more minutes to get to the academy before they'd get into trouble. \n\n*Long enough.* \n\n\"Onizaki-san, you wouldn't mind if we were to stop by a coffee shop for a while, would you? I will buy you a drink, and you can consider it as a welcoming gift of sorts. Both their teas and coffees are to be praised.\" \n\nThe coffee shop in question was just in view as they walked, and it didn't look very cheap either. Since Isakstad was known for its business-prominent and no tourism factor, and so many of the hotels and restaurants were fancy enough for wealthy businessmen to dine in. He knew exactly what Enma's response would be to his offer to buy him a drink, and before the swordsman could even protest, Haoran would cut in as he'd walk into the coffee shop.\n\n\"I *Insist.*\" \n\n \"If you could choose a drink, please - and not the cheapest options.\"\n\n_ _ \n\n... \n\n \n\nWith his hand reaching upwards to support his head, Haoran would tilt his head forward in a facepalm. He'd sigh, before turning back to the (very much) confused barista. \n\n\"I'll just have a cold brew.. And he'll have —\" \n\n He glances at the menu above, before pointing at a random one. \n\n\"That. Your bestseller, right? Yes, one of those please.\" \n\n. . . \n\n'That' was revealed to be some form of iced coffee with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Haoran had no idea Enma liked ice cream, and he had just picked out something that - well, if everyone liked - he probably had a good chance of liking too. Approaching the already sheepish-once-more Enma, he'd gesture to the taller cup of coffee and hand it to Enma. \n\n** \"Sorry Wan-san! I got ahead of myself...\"**\n\n\"...It's alright. Here, this is yours. Take it, I need to make a phone call.\" \n\nWhile he appreciated Enma's sense of heroicness, hitting a thief with a sword *While* Having red eyes in public probably wasn't the best first impression you could have on the city. Gracefully taking out his phone and swiping away to find the right contact, he'd lift the phone to his ear as he'd motion to Enma to keep walking with him. He'd speak in Chinese, a language that Enma would know very well, but the citizens around them not so much.\n\n\"Good morning. Yes, I'd like to request your assistance in removing any sort of article or video regarding a certain male swordsman being spotted in Isakstad's townsquare — especially if the medium mentions that he had red eyes or any supernaturality to him. Yes. Please, feel free to use the funds I provided. Contact me if there is a need for more. I appreciate the help, thank you.\" \n\n*Beep.* \n\nHe'd turn to face Enma as he'd quicken his pace. \n\n\"Your sense of heroism is.. Impressive. But let's not go *Too* Far with it next time. If you were to be exposed to be supernatural, Onizaki-san, your freedom could be stripped away from you permanently. The last thing I want is to be sat down for another meeting — you're just like my roommate, I'll let you know. This way.\"\n\nNevermind i havent responded to mochi\n\nThe time is not now\n\n_ _ \n\n\"...Indeed.\" \n\nHe didn't book a trip to any planetorium, at least he thought that was the case when Enma's eyes immediately lit up like a supernova, the cold drink immediately taken out of his hands as his cousin would enjoy it fervently. It seemed that he had hit jackpot, (or perhaps bullseye would be more appropriate judging from how excited Enma seemed to see ice cream) and he had ordered the exactly right thing off the menu to get him. Haoran would take mental note of this, remembering for future reference that his cousin had a strong liking for a certain dessert. \n\n*I wonder if there's a nice ice cream parlor nearby..* \n\nHaoran thought absent-mindedly, taking a sip out of his cold brew as he called. He didn't forget that Enma was able to perfectly understand Chinese, but he couldn't afford leaving the swordsman on his own for the remainder of the trip. He couldn't trust him anyways, so long as there was a chance another purse-grabber might be in town to get whacked by his sword once more. He stopped abruptly to face the now bowing Japanese. \n\n. . .\n\n** \"I AM TERRIBLY SORRY!\" **\n\n\"Your apology has been accepted.\" \n\nHaoran told him bluntly, now recognizing that Enma *Was* Apologizing for a good reason this time. It did cost him (probably quite literally) the stress to ensure that he wouldn't have anyone from his extended family locked away forever, so he appreciated the very sincere bow. \n\n...He could hardly handle his expression though. Something in him lit up at the sight of his clearly terrified face, something urging him to reassure him it was quite alright and to do whatever he could to stop having *That* Face. The same face his younger siblings always had whenever he gave them one of his rare lengthy lectures was the same face that his cousin was having now and he felt the itch to wipe that poor expression as fast as he could. \n\nTo try his best to ignore it, he'd turn around to face the other way. It was approaching 6 P.M now, and they had to make it to the school as soon as they could. \n\n\"It's good that you understand. Let's go now, then. We can't stay out longer than 6, so it would be best if we headed straight to the building now.\" \n\n. . . \n\nIt wasn't too far away though, as they would arrive at the institution just a few minutes after. It stood tall, and was obviously quite the large compound. His phone would buzz again at this time and Haoran would pick it up with a curious glance, eyes slightly widening at the notification. \n\n\"Apologies, Onizaki-san.. I forgot I promised to accompany Jones today. The dormitories are just to your right. I suppose you'll be alright without my presence, yes?\" \n\nHe starts, before sending a 'test' message to Enma's number he found through the Intranet. \n\n\"You can text me if there's anything you need. I will be seeing you soon.\""
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"author": "Onizaki Enma | Purgatory Pillar",
"message": "**\"Your apology has been accepted.\" **\n\n*Eh?*\n\n*That fast?*\n\n Wandering up by its own volition, his eyes gazed towards the blunt Haoran with hints of uncertainty and confusion. The man's eyes would start to tear up, his quivering lips were accompanied by sounds of his restrained sobbing! How goddamn nice was Haoran! After so many mishaps that had happened today, his cousin found the will to forgive him once more! What a magnanimous man Haoran was!\n\n*I will remember this debt I owe... Forever...*\n\n**We can't stay out longer than 6, so it would be best if we headed straight to the building now.\" **\n\n \"Ah- Yes! Let us make haste!\"\n\n Sipping his coffee chirpily, the man would skip his way along with Haoran towards the school. Eyes darting around, he was enamored by the difference in culture Sweden had compared to Japan. Learning as he went along, it was soon before he'd arrive at the place he'd call his school. \n\n*Newton's Cradle*\n\n**\"You can text me if there's anything you need. I will be seeing you soon.\"**\n\n \"Right! Thank you for showing me the way Wan-san! Please take care, and I hope I can count on you again!\"\n\n With a quaint bow, he'd finally walk towards the dorms with his luggage supposedly shipped towards his dorm room already. With an empty plastic cup wrapped around his fingers, he'd find the nearest recycling bin and dispose of it. Now, it was finally time for a new chapter in his life."
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"author": "goodideasareoverrated",
"message": "It was very early in the day in the city of Isakstad. A drizzle of rain permeated the still relatively dark streets in the crack of sunrise, as water pattered on concrete and umbrellas, and puddles were kicked up with the steps of the busy denizens.\n\nEvan had never liked his room, either in his old home or his new dorm in Newton's Cradle. Not to say he loved to be outside when it was dark, but he certainly prefered it. The boy had dark circles under his eyes as he yawned, with only his hood up to protect him from the rain. The top side of his body was damp.\n\nThe 6:00PM curfew was a problem, but one he wasn't about to break. While he returned before the hour sharp- who's to say he can't leave some awful hour early? He's lost a fair bit of hours to pursue the idea, but no matter.\n\nHis destination was obvious, and in his exhaustion, he hadn't bothered to cover his tracks. And so one early Friday, in one of the less developed areas of Isakstad, one may see the peculiar scene of a boy duck into a dirty alley, and slowly move a metal sheet away from an abandoned structure. Beneath it a hole in the concrete wall, which Evan ducks into to enter proper."
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"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "*Not too long after Evan decided to duck down into an abandoned building, an itty bitty 5' 3\" Girl with a light pink jacket sticks out like a sore thumb in the gloomyness of the rainy and dark city. *\n\n*She isn't actually wearing the jacket though, she has it tied around her waist, showing her black undershirt under the jacket. Although it was never told, she loves the rain for obvious reasons. She loves how cold it gets, and she can let her vines loose and let them thrive in the rain, not a care in the world if anyone notices the vines*\n\n*As Penelope basically dances in the rain, enjoying it lots, she sees a curious little something... A hole into an abandoned building! [that Evan just so happened to open]*\n\n*Curiocity gets the better of her and she starts making her way to the said hole, ditching her enjoyment in the rain for some investigation. She tries to justify it in her head, maybe there could be something she likes in there? \"Whatever\", she thinks, \"I just want to know what i can find in there...\"*"
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"author": "goodideasareoverrated",
"message": "She'd hear the sounds first when she approaches the open entrance. The hollow footfalls of shoe on concrete, the sound of fabric as its ruffled around, before a distant, low *Meow*.\n\nShe'd see Evan inside, with his hood down and a little damp from the rain. A boy with very bushy brows, khakis, boots, and a stern look on his face as he ducks down to pick up a cat from a small woven basket stuffed with a quilt. \"I know. Have you eaten yet?\" He murmurs to the cat, barely an audible whisper from where she stood.\n\nIt doesn't seem like he noticed she was there yet."
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"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "*She notices the cat's meow first, so before she's even inside yet, she knows what she's getting. Or at least, what she's saving.*\n\n*Unfortunately, she sees the person inside pick up the cat, making her think that he already owns the cat*\n*She quietly- yet stupidly- says:* \"Awww, he already has an owner...\"\n\n*She decides that she should continue in, maybe to just introduce herself to the man and help him out with the cat*\n\n*She continues her trek into the building, now towards the person in all brown as her vines make a small cracking noise from not being in rain anymore and now settling back into her body*"
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"author": "goodideasareoverrated",
"message": "The cat seems to notice her first, as its eyes look up at the boy and lets out a lazy meow. The boy purses his lips in response, as he places him back onto the basket and picks it up by the handle.\n\nHe turns around to face her afterwards. Not surprised to see someone was inside with him, but definitely off put, even if a little. He seems to relax a bit when he realizes she was only a kid like him.\n\n\"Hello?\" He says, his voice low. \"Who are you? What are you doing here?\""
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"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "*She seems innocent and not wanting a conflict, being smol, having a high pitched voice, and just generally making herself as little threatening as possible*\n\"S-Sorry if i startled you, i-i just heard a cat in here and i t-thought that it needed saving from under something that colapsed in t-this building...\""
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"author": "goodideasareoverrated",
"message": "He shoots her a level stare for a solid second, as if to scrutinize her words. The silence is only broken when the cat lets out another low meow.\n\n\"He's fine,\" He says finally, with a bit of reluctance. \"You can check him if you want, whatever.\" He lays the basket back down on the floor, before he walks off to some corner of the room. Some corner where a plastic bowl was present.\n\n\"But seriously, who are you?\" He asks for a second time."
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"author": "motherpuro",
"message": "\"O-Oh, i-im Penelope, i'm a student at Newton's Cradle, i-i was just out and about in the rain before i saw the building\"\n\n*She stutters a lot, trying to be polite but being quite nervious that he might hurt her*\n\"I-I mean you no harm, sir, i-i was just curious!\"\n\n*Related to Evan's passive, he knows that Penelope has nothing on her right now that can hurt him*"
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "It was pitch-black as Gabriel waited outside for Ares to meet him by the Cradle entrance, donned in a surprisingly good outfit considering the fact it was a) *Two goddamn thirty* And b) *Freezing cold*. Denim jeans and a nice striped polo hid behind a black jacket as Gabe fiddled with his phone absentmindedly. \n\nHaving nothing to do always made Gabe haywire. His feet were tapping in converse sneakers, shifting his weight between each foot as time dragged on. \n\nIt was *Cold*, but Gabe dug his hands further into his pockets in stubbornness. Hopefully, Ares would be here soon, and he wouldn't be waiting for too long..."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "It didn't take long for Ares to make his way down the stairs and out of the building. The text was sudden, but Ares wouldn't complain. It was late into the night sure, but that was never an issue for the boy. In his hand was an energy drink, just to make sure the fatigue didn't hit him early. \n\nThe cold of the night greeted him, and snuck beneath his bulky jacket and hoodie, but it didn't bother him. Even someone like Ares would eventually get used to the very common chill of Sweden. With a few steps, and quickly making his way around the building, the front gate came into view. There was Gabe, standing there. In all his underwhelming glory. Ares assumed for someone so dramatic there would be some bigger entrance now that he wasn't sick and bed ridden. \n\n\"You look terrible.\" Ares had his free hand in his pocket, the hand holding the drink tilted slightly towards Gabe. His face was plastered with a smirk, a teasing sort of expression. Typical for Ares."
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "At the teasing comment, Gabe scoffed. \n\n\"Maybe check your eyesight, doofus.\" Gabe rolls his eyes, even if there's no heat in the insult. Nevertheless, he takes the drink anyway, taking a guilty sip of the acidic tasting liquid before handing the can back to Ares. \n\n\"You're lucky it's your birthday,\" Gabe lightly flicks Ares in the chest, an action completely contradictory to the smirk on his face. \"It means I can't be an asshole back.\" \n\nStill, he's smiling. The buzzing of doing something besides work and chores from back home is electrifying, and its evident in Gabe's mannerisms. He's whistling a tune— something blues— as he starts down the path leading away from the Cradle.\n\n\"Got any plans?\" A curious look back Ares' way. He's always had issues with staying on pace with others— either walking too fast or too slow, always racing."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "\"Aye man, I'm just saying you look like you haven't slept for a week.\" \n\nHe laughed, and was sort of surprised that Gabe took up his offer. At least the other had some faith Ares wasn't the type to spike a drink... Or he didn't care. Interesting. \n\nGabe was already turning out to be much more fun than Ares had originally thought.\n\n\"Oh yeah, yeah. Save your insults for tomorrow.\" Ares scoffed, in a lighthearted sort of way. Gabe started walking, and Ares made sure to match his pace. They were similar in height and build, so keeping up wasn't an issue. The heaviness of sleep was already disappearing as the cold shocked Ares back awake, it would hit him later he was sure. \n\n\"Plans? Weren't *You* The one that invited *Me* Out?\" Turning to look at Gabe with a dramatic display of surprise, Ares laughed. \"If anything I should ask *You* That.\""
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "\"Plans? I mean for the *Morning*. You know, when it's not the buttcrack of dawn. Unless your only plans were to have an overworked actor take you for a midnight adventure.\" \n\nIt was said... Rather fondly. Gabriel missed doing things like this with his friends, spontaneous things where he didn't have to worry about the stressors on the other side of the sea. \n\nAres was *Normal*, too— one of the only people Gabe could even somewhat relate to. Everyone else seemed strange, and weird, and *Confusing*, but being able to speak the same language as the well-built Puerto Rican at his side made Gabe smile to himself. \n\nPerhaps that was why his tongue was looser around the other— his accent slipped through in every syllable, with no worries about seeming *Lower* Because of his southern twang. \n\nSpeaking of speaking the same language, Gabriel winks at Ares as a wolffish grin grows on his face. \"If you're really looking for something to do tomorrow, I could always carve out time for a dinner date.\" \n\nHis voice goes low, and he leans into Ares' ear. \"Pay for it all and I'll even surprise ya at the end,\" Gabe whispers, and he lets the preposition dangle for just long enough before pulling away in a fit of boisterous laughter. \n\n\n\"Sorry,\" He snickers, \"Sorry,\" Gabe's hands attempt to cover his mouth. \"I just wouldn't want *Poor little Ares* To be all alone on his birthday.\" He jabbed the other in his ribs, affectionately."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "\"Oh-\" Ares let out a snicker, almost embarrassed but you wouldn't be able to tell. \"Shut up- I totally knew what you meant. \n\nAres made note of how similar the two were and how easily they interacted. They had only interacted once before in person, and it was so that Ares could shove a sick Gabe a bottle of vodka. They had joked and teased the other many times over the Intranet, but people were always different outside of their screen name and online persona. Ares found people to be awkward in person, less smooth. Guess being able to backspace made people sound more confident. \n\nAs Gabe leaned into Ares' ear, and whispered a tease, Ares felt a little bit of a shock jolt through his body. He pushed the other away with a booming laugh. It cracked like a firework, and sounded stupidly genuine.\n\n\"You fucking wish! You can't afford me.\" Ares spoke through a laugh. The two clearly had very similar senses of humour, because they just walked laughing together for a moment. \n\n\"I wont be *Alone* On my birthday, ya asshole. I do in fact have plans, I haven't confirmed with them but they wont say no.\" He shrugged and took a sip of his drink. \n\nAres knew this, Finley wouldnt say no to any sort of offer, but he would never in *A million years* Let Gabe know that he was referring to Finley. Gabe doesn't need more fuel for jokes, and Ares would never hear the end of it.\n\n\"So Prince Charming, how far away is this store you're whisking me off to.\" Ares finally jabbed Gabe back, *Affectionately.*"
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "\"This store? Well, it's only a first class *Seven-Eleven* With all-you-can-eat candy... And by all you can eat, I mean all you can *Afford*.\" It almost seemed like a purr, the way the southern tinted words rolled off Gabe's tongue, pronouncing the word Seven Eleven will all too much pomp for a convenience store. \n\nWell, he supposed it wasn't *Just* All you could afford, if you considered dabbling in the darker arts of shoplifting. Gabe was many things— a shoplifter not being of them— and while he was almost certain Ares had no reservations about sneaking a couple of candy bars into his hoodie pocket, Gabe eyed his own necklace and the words of his fading mother for moral guidance.\n\nNot that he'd mention that to *Ares*, of course. What was he, a square?\n\n\"And it's only a ten minute walk or so. Nice, right? Means someone like you won't be huffin' and puffin' all the ways to Sunday.\" Gabe shot Ares a cheeky grin, slyly covering his growing smile with a strong hand. *Oops.* It seemed to say at the joke. \n\n\"No, but seriously...\" Gabe shuffled his hands back into his pockets, looking into the Swedish sky. It was beautiful without the light pollution ever prevalent in the U S of A— the Milky Way was visible from where the pair stood, the now-sleeping city allowing for the sky to light up with stars. \n\nThe light of the full moon made the edges of Gabe's face bask in light— the bridge of his nose, the tips of his ears, the edge of his jaw. An oddly peaceful aura enveloped the other as Gabriel inhaled a deep breath of cold Swedish air. \n\n\"It's nice to be able to go out this late. I don't have to worry about getting jumped by a couple of thugs, or having my mom yell my ear off when I slink back home.\" Gabe chuckled.\n\nA small smile grew on his face. \n\n\"Sweden *Sucks*, but I guess it ain't that bad, eh?\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Ares snickered at Gabe's dramatic singsong tone of voice. It suited him well, very theatrical in nature. He didn't stutter, or hesitate. Gabe was sure of himself, confident definitely, and it showed in his general demeanour. Ares could respect that. \n\n\"Money is never an issue.\" \n\nUnlike Gabe, Ares *Was* A shoplifter, bordering a straight up thief. The boy stole from places all the time, many items that decorated his messy room were pocketed and stolen from numerous places. Ares had even sewed a pocket onto the inside of his jacket for this very purpose; it was surprisingly well hidden. \n\n\"Oh yeah, it's great. Plus, it's open late as hell. I always like to skateboard 'round here past midnight and then stop somewhere for a snack. Always a fun way to spend a night.\" Ares punctuated his sentence with a shrug. The fun part sounded a bit sarcastic. \n\nAres knew there were better things to be doing with his time, but late night convenience store runs and skateboard trips would always beat rotting away between the concrete walls of his dorm. \n\nThe cold and silence of the night greeted them as the two walked. Above, heavy and endless, was a painted array of colours and stars. It was beautiful, Ares could admit that. He looked over at Gabe, who seemed to be looking as well. Ares smiled slightly. \n_ _\n\n\"Oh yeah- I totally get that. Its nice to not have to worry 'bout that.\" Ares took a sip of his already open drink. \"My mama used to go absolutely ballistic when I would come home at 5 in the morning.\" He laughed. \"You'd think she wouldn't be scary... But, man she really is.\" Ares let out a low whistle between his words, and took another sip. \n\nWhen Gabe continued on with conversation, Ares felt strangely at ease. The interaction had flowed so smoothly between the two that the boy almost didn't believe they hadn't interacted much before hand. This felt comfortable, like all the other friends Ares has had. \n\nInteresting. \n\n\"Yeah, Sweden ain't that bad. I thought they would've sent me home by now, but the faculty really doesn't care much about what I do. What, my fuckin' highschool suspended me every two weeks and *Expelled* Me, yet here? I haven't even gotten in trouble once.\" A sense of pride snuck its way in between his words. \n\n\"Maybe I'm just that good, aye?\" Ares tilted his head with a smirk, clearly he was having a fun time playing a game of cat and mouse with the admins."
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "Ah, the familiar mention of maternal wrath. At that, Gabe laughs alongside Ares, snickering at the old fond memories. \n\n\"No, I understand— *Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned*, and alla' that. Parents are nothing but nuisances, sometimes.\" *Didn't I know that.* \n\nNot that Gabe was ever a difficult child— in contrast to Ares' record of delinquency, the only thing on Gabe's record were years of honor roll and accolades. He'd worked his ass off for a spotless record, and he wasn't going to throw it away for Ares' sake. \n\nStill... Not that he'd mention his preppy nature to Ares. Even if his spotless record did make him him with pride, a familiar, rumbling feeling at the sense of being better than Ares at one thing. \n\n\"So... What d'ya have your eyes on? You more of a chocolate guy, or a synthetic candy guy?\" Gabe exclaims as the rush of stale, air-conditioned air hits them both upon entering the Seven Eleven. Almost annoyingly showy, he takes a dramatic bow and gestures to the candy aisle. \n\n\"And here, on your left, only the finest energy drinks for our Highness.\" Was it the *Best* Idea to be so loud and boisterous in the middle of the night? Hopefully so— the cashier seemed more like the walking dead, too busy watching a video on their phone to pay attention to the duo."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "\"Absolutely.\" They were pretty annoying, Gabe was right about that. \n\nAres let himself laugh at the lighthearted jabs at parental figures. Although his mother was a kind woman, she *Hated* How tainted Ares' record was. She claimed it wouldn't get him very far in the future and things similar to that. It always made Ares scoff, although she was right in the end. The boy got thrown out of highschool and expelled before he could even set his eyes on any sort of university.\n\nAlthough Ares loved to boast and caw about his *Achievements,* There wasn't much to be proud of. At least, not if you were a stick in the mud like every authority figure Ares had ever encountered. The boy's fellow delinquent buddies always cheered and laughed when Ares successfully made trouble. It was almost like he had a talent for it, striking a spark with careful precision and setting a fire ablaze; a warmth for all the bask in. Nerds with good grades and tongues superglued to teacher boots never thought Ares' behaviour was anything to praise. Good thing he didn't need their opinion, they were the people he was living to spite. \n\nA mechanical singsong tune rang out when the two stepped through the door. A short, two note melody that started high and went low. A familiar sort of sound. The fluorescent lights were jarring as always. Home sweet convenience store. \n\n\"I'm a fan of pretty much anything but my usual is whatever will melt my tastebuds off.\" Ares snickered, and with steady hands tucked a bag of sour skittles into the pocket flesh against the inside of his coat. \"What about you?\" He flicked one of his eye brows up with the question. \n_ _\n\nAres grabbed a few more bags of various other sour candy, stopping before his jacket got noticeably bulky. Ares may have managed to fail all of his academic classes, but he was a damn good thief. Lots of practice and street smarts, he claims. \n\n\"I miss Puerto Rican candy.\" He sighed, in a playful sort of sense. \"Sweden doesn't have any good spicy things, I gotta make it all myself.\" With a scoff, Ares dismissed the disappointing display of candy and turned over to the drinks. \n\n\"Ah yes- wonderful.\" Ares gave a half bow towards Gabe before snickering and throwing the door open; a blast of cold air hitting him in the face. \"You gonna get anything other than cigarettes? Those aren't very nutritious y'know.\" As if what Ares was buying was a full balanced meal. \n\nThe boy grabbed 5 energy drinks, since his dorm stash was shockingly empty. This time, Ares held and paid for them straight up. A tactic he used frequently. It always seemed to work. The person tiredly tucked behind the desk didnt mutter a word about the things hidden beneath Ares' muscular arms."
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"author": "hawkguyy",
"message": "\"Cigarettes? Come on, I wouldn't want my pretty lungs to get coated in tar. Besides, I'm not nearly rich enough to pay for cancer treatment, and the last thing my family needs is *Another* Person in the hospital.\" It was an odd, uncharacteristically vulnerable admission, one that surprised Gabe himself— but he was quick to cover up the whole affair, giving a loud, jovial snort at his own dark joke. \n\n\"Naw, what I'm after are *Those*.\" His eyes trail to a display of Juul pods behind the counter, and he lets out a satisfied grin. \n\n*Nicotine.* It was so close, and Gabe had almost wept with joy when he heard the legal age to buy e-cigarette refills was eighteen in Sweden. \n\nHallelujah.\n\n\"*And* They have the best flavor. They did a recall recently, but this place still had some mango flavored ones, for whatever reason.\" It only takes a moment of pleasantries with the cashier who clearly is too tired to deal in order for Gabe to acquire the tobacco laced refills and dangle them in front of Ares' face. \n\n\"These are the only candy I need.\" Gabe's low voice says to Ares, and he winks."
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Haha mayhaps, ive forgotten about it"
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"author": "charitableleech",
"message": "Seven months. You would think after *Seven* Months of living here. Anja Leta would get some sort of break. Perhaps she put this on herself.\nWell. Not the whole... Gigantic monster attacking the building. No matter how her brain tries to tell her, that one probably wasn't on her, at least, this time it wasn't.\n \nWhat was just supposed to be another day of reading and wondering if Ashton really did die in his dorm was interrupted with an ear-piercing scream, a sudden breaking of the rooftop, and the brave service of the alarm system placed in every dorm and every hallway going off all at the same time. And then there was the sonic boom? And the bear, but that wasn't the cause for any harm. Nice bear, really.\n \nAnja is laying in the grassy outskirts of the facility, hands covering her face to block out as much light as was left in the slowly declining suns last fight against the turn of earth.\nShe had a migraine.\nMaybe if she had left with the first crowd, it would've been diminished. But she had decided to listen to faculty and stay in the room. That damn siren. Next time it goes off she's tampering with it. \nThe sonic boom was the final nail into the coffin of her skull, though. She cursed the person who caused it with years of misfortune.\n \nAt this point she's just glad the screaming was gone. Unfortunate though, was that she was battling this headache with no support. It was just her and her brain, and boy, did these nerves have some tricks up its sleeves.\n \nShe would go to one of the stores in the city if standing up didn't sound like self-mutilation at this point.\nThe grass felt nice."
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"author": "ewkaiju",
"message": "Ashton was going to go insane. He was actually really considering just asking to be sent to a psych ward instead of being here another day. Granted, he was more than happy to be in the presence of Ares and Sergio again, even if it was under these... Strange... Circumstances. There was something about beating the shit out of concrete that was beyond cathartic, especially right now.\n\nBut he was worried about Anja. \n\nAdmittedly, she was the first person he thought of when the evacuation started. He wasn't in their dorm because of *Course* He wasn't, he was never in the right place or the right time. Especially when concrete was falling from the ceiling. It was all too familiar, really, it was almost enough to make him laugh. The noise shook him, and it clearly fucked up everyone else, too. He needed to get back outside or his head would explode.\n\nAshton tumbles into the grass, one lizard-monster arm cradling his head before he spreads out in the field, sighing before sitting up, and... Look who it is!\n\n\"Anja!\" He's a little too excited and a little too loud. \"Are you ok?!\""
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"author": "charitableleech",
"message": "Anja's face underneath her palms scrunches, the boys voice bouncing and assisting the war against her head. There is Ashton. Good to see him. Or atleast hear him.\n\n*\"No.\"* The word comes out like it was ripped out of her vocal chords. \"I have... Bad migraine.\" \n\nShe lightly uncovers one of her eyes to see the lizard boy herself. It's been months, after all. Besides the light dusting of concrete and plaster, he looks fine, behind all the floaters in her eye, atleast. She covers her eye again, determining that the pain was not worth the reunion.\n\nMaybe she could use the bandages wrapped around her hand over her eyes.\n\n\"Could you-\" She winces, her own voice ringing in her head. \"To Isakstad. Need something for head. Bring me, please?\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "The hospital in town was clean, quiet, and calm. Yet it ached with pain, each injury etched into the walls. There were memories here. Sterile white floors, blue plastic gloves. It all reminded Dae-hyun too much of a time long ago. He hated hospitals— all of it placed him back to a moment in time he wished he could forget. However, this time he was lucky to be a visitor and not a patient. \n\nHis cane tapped against the floor with each step. It echoed down the empty hallways. Over his shoulder rested his bag, in his free hand was a bouquet of flowers. Hopefully Basil wouldn't mind. \n\nThe boy had already checked in at the front desk, done with the small talk and shallow conversation. He had been told by Hayley which hospital Basil was placed in, and was given the go ahead to speak to him. Despite all the emotions that pressed against his ribs and made his chest ache, Dae-hyun knew more important things lay ahead. He did not have time for anger, or frustrations. Every action had an explanation. Levi was human, Basil was human, Hayley was human. Dae-hyun could not hold anything against them. Forgiveness was all he could give, laid out bare and vulnerable in his shaking hands. \n\nThe room he was instructed to find by the front desk appeared in front of him after a few minutes of walking. The door clicked open, and there rested Basil, silent and unmoving. Hooked up to IV drops and various other things Dae-hyun had long forgotten, Basil looked almost peaceful, if not pained. A proper rest at last, one that was indeed overdue. \n\nDae-hyun hovered by the door, politely waiting to see if Basil was awake or if by walking over he was interrupting anything. After a few minutes, he decided it was okay.\n_ _\n\nAs quietly as he could, the boy walked over to the empty side table beside Basil's bed. He leaned into his cane, reached into his bag, and pulled out a small glass vase. He then filled it with water from his water bottle, and placed the flowers inside. Lily of the Valley. They hung over the rim sorrowfully, but with a certain type of beauty. The white matched the clouds that hung in the summer sky outside; the sun made small rainbows reflect onto the table through the glass and water. Dae-hyun thought this would bring a sense of hope into an otherwise dreadful room. A small card was placed beside the vase. \n\nWith deep blue eyes, the boy looked over towards Basil. Letting out a sigh, Dae-hyun pulled a small seat away from the wall and moved it closer to the side of Basil's bed. This moment felt familiar. Waiting by the side of a friends hospital bed, wondering if they'd wake up. Dae-hyun hoped it would work out, just how it worked out with Fennel. \n\nSilence. He didn't know what to say. Maybe he would know in a moment. For now, he just wanted to hand some support to Basil. He had enough people against him."
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"author": "frog.ponds",
"message": "Funnily enough, Basil hadn't dreamt much, since he'd been in the hospital. His mind had been running almost nonstop for so long, it seemed it was finally getting some well deserved rest. The entire time was spent asleep, in a heavy slumber, only the heart monitor keeping time with the plastic clock on the wall.\n\nIt was, assuredly, a few more minutes spent of waiting before Dae-hyun would notice the first signs of life. A pitch in breathing, a smidge of movement from a thumb or the corner of his mouth. One eye opened, just a bit, before a strangled whisper asked,\n\n\"Levvy?\"\n\nThe smell of flowers, the cold against his skin - they had no idea where they were, and if they were even alive. Had death come? Had Basil been let loose? Pounding pain throbbed behind one eye he dared not open. His throat was dry. It was strange. But he still had a single, reasonable question, to the blurry figure at the edge of his vision.\n\n\"Are we dead?\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Dae-hyun's breath caught in his throat at the sound of their voice. They were okay. Basil was okay. Relief washed over his tensed shoulders like a cool ocean breeze, a cracked sigh escaped his lungs. \n\n\"Its, Dae-hyun, Basil.\" His voice was soft, quiet. He spoke calmly as to not startle or frighten the other. They were just waking up from blacking out after all. \"Dont worry though— Levi is okay, not here right now but he is okay.\" The boy reassured Basil.\n\nA small smile pulled at the sides of his mouth, a sort of bittersweet one. He knew that the fight was far from over, but this was a turn in the right direction.\n\n\"You aren't dead, thankfully.\" Dae-hyun found himself subconsciously leaning towards the other, with a quick realization he pulled back so he was resting against the chair once again. \n\n\"Its all over though, you're out. No more black hole.\""
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"author": "frog.ponds",
"message": "Basil's eyes opened fully, and he attempted to straighten up, or sit up, in the bed, without much luck. He hissed in pain, and sunk back down, a hand coming up and holding at his side. \n\n\"Dae-hyun?\" Basil asked. He looked over at him, finally, dark eyes glossy and a little unfocused, but there, and not gold or green or anything else. Just a deep, dark shade of brown set in a tan, scarred face, and long black hair all askew and knotted. \"Oh. You're–... You're real.\" \n\nDisbelief clung to their voice as his head sunk into the pillow. \n\n\"I'm glad,\" He said. \"That, I'm not dead.\"\n\nBasil held up their hand, bound by the IV drip and a blood pressure monitor tabbed to their thumb. Everything was hazy. Everything after Levi left, and the talk with Sig. From there, it all turned into slush. \n\n\"What–... What happened? Where are we?\""
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"author": "sharqtooth",
"message": "Dae-hyun gave an empathetic sort of look to the other. Seeing them in such a state was, relieving of course, but also saddening. On one hand, they were alive, and on the other they seemed to be in quite a lot of pain. He was there once. Dae-hyun was in the same situation. Locked to a hospital bed, wondering if maybe... *Just maybe he shouldn't be there.* \n\nHe hoped Basil was more hopeful about the situation, but Dae-hyun knew how hard that was. \n\n\"Yeah, I'm real. I was always real.\" A soft smile. \n\n\"Well, you're in the hospital in Isakstad, the town just beside Newtons Cradle. Its been a couple days since Sigrún pulled you out. Before that, the black hole you were trapped in kind of almost destroyed the facility.\" He paused. \"Maybe the facility deserved it. Im not sure... A lot of people were put in danger.\" \n\nDae-hyun took a breath. He knew how this all sounded. Easy bait for Basil to guilt himself for the rest of his life, rot away deep within his mistakes. Dae-hyun knew no one deserved that, definitely not a kid a year younger than him who hadn't seen the sun in ten years. \n\n\"I know it's not your fault. I hope you know that too, Im glad you're okay now.\"\n\nDae-hyun did not feel the need to tell him the way everyone else was not so quick to forgiveness. He knew from experience that Basil surely already knew."
},
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"author": "frog.ponds",
"message": "Basils eyes softened. They knew it was their fault – had to be. But Dae-hyuns words were kind, and he barely remembered a thing about the entire ordeal (too fuzzy. Like his brain was still filled with static. It had made it so hard to communicate for so long), so he accepted the good graces in hand, and nodded.\n\n\"Thanks,\" He said, though it sounded a bit lackluster. Words wouldn't come, not out his mouth, so he laid his head back against the pillow (were they always this soft, before?) and looked at the ceiling. The pockmarked design above his head reminded him of static.\n\nIt was almost comforting. \n\nHe rested his eyes closed, thinking of Levi. He'd gotten out some weeks earlier – what was he thinking about all of this? How strange, to never be at a loss for someone's existence, and then to then exist entirely without it (if temporarily). It had been so jarring, at first. \n\n\"How long have I been here?\" They finally asked Dae-hyun, eyes still heavy and closed, though they turned their head to the sound of his voice. \"Is everyone okay?\""
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"author": "thescythe3354",
"message": "A mysterious chaperone escorted the injured student and the other kid who tagged along. He was someone from the staff who acts as a guardian to ensure that the students are watched over during vulnerable times. The trip on the ambulance was an eventful one when the paramedics struggled to keep Vance stabilized. \n\nAt the hospital a CT scan was permitted to diagnose his condition and as it is suspected, he was suffering from a head injury that wasn't healed correctly. In his medical reports from Italy from investigation, he suffered trauma from a blow to the back of his head by a baton that was used by a security guard at a company. This was the first incident when his powers were captured on the CCTV camera at the meeting.\n\nHe did receive some medical attention providing him pain medication, a cold pack and his own cell for a few days to 'recover.' His own mother, as punishment, kept him from receiving proper diagnoses. She's a parent and rich enough to pull strings in the system. Vance was kept in prison for three months before he was transferred to Newton Cradle by his father. There were a few incidents where a fight broke out in a shared cell and at the cafeteria where Vance sustained some injuries.\n\nAt Newton Cradle he appeared fine but his irritability and expressed paranoia was overlooked due to it being common among some new students. \n-\nThe next day Vance woke to the sound of foreign voices. Though he grew accustomed to hearing everyday voices of students, he never lost his edge. Before his nurse realized he was awake, he snapped his eyes open to see a glazed blur in his vision. When he bolted up in his bed, a nauseous wave crashed down on his aching head that caused his hand to grasp the side of his temple. Then he automatically touched his ears to make sure that they were not cropped off. While the nurse was chidding him for his sudden movement, Vance looked confused that he was in a private medical room.\n\nThen the doctor arrived with his clipboard to have a chat with him. As it turns out, Vance was performing sports, combat training, work, and getting roughed up by students. His most recent injury from getting hit by a stronger student. The reason behind it is because he talked back to his bully and stood up for himself when his ear yanked. Then he attended work, P.E and classes the next day before meeting Levi at the library.\nIt was the last straw for Vance when he performed too much mobility that aggravated his injury more, rupturing his capillary blood vessel from high blood pressure.Stress, smoking, lack of sleep, sneaking alcohol would do that to a person.\nHe would get lectured before getting prescribed with medication to help him with his sleep disorder, pain and anxiety. \n-\nAs it now appears, Vance looks a lot less tense with a gentler, groggier look in his deep blue eyes. When he doesn't move so much, his head isn't throbbing like crazy, making him feel a little more at peace."
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"author": "salacommander_3797",
"message": "It was during this instance that Vance was most likely to be found unconscious, wafting along in a world of breathtaking dreams or murky nightmares. Which ever was the case, Vance would be able to actually physically _rest_. Though his mental demons and psychological state may not have been fixed, progress was definitely starting, which was good nonetheless. Assuming that the taller kid was in the hospital to rest (which I understand to be what is currently happening), he wasn't alone. Their chaperone had meandered somewhere in the hospital, doing god-knows what, while Levi was left with the injured boy. They had been permitted to stay, not because of any special reason or treat, but because they had no classes. Not yet, anyway. \n\nWhen they noticed Vance seemingly stirring awake, they'd turn their head towards the boy in the hospital bed, humming. They were lying down on a couch within the hospital room, covered in a blanket, head resting on a pillow. They'd shut off their phone, no longer interested in whatever Reddit or YouTube had to offer now that they had a live audience.\n\n\"You know... Vance... You're probably the weirdest guy I've ever met. Climbing on book shelves... Bleeding from your forehead... Collapsing in the library... Expensive attire... Otherworldy things on your being... Yeah...\" They'd drift off, knowing absolutely _nothing_ normal about them. Then again, they were in a school/prison for superpowered teens to young adults with free access to the outside world. Their _high school_ had more rules and restrictions than this... And it didn't make any sense. They didn't even have their own infirmary. \n\nWhatever the hell was happening here, it was infuriating. So far, their experience with NC had been _quite_ splendid. \n\nIt reminded them of Hogwarts- basically no rules- a million things that could kill you- and no one gave a crap about it. Maybe it was just the way it is. \n\nWhatever."
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"author": "thescythe3354",
"message": "The first to react to the familiar voice was his elven ear that twitched. Then Vance groggily turns to the strange person laid down on the couch all snuggled in their blanket and pillow. In their hands held a phone playing a youtube video or reading reddit, he wasn't sure nor care what they're looking at.\n\n*Why didn't he notice them there before?*\n\n*Was he this drugged to not realize they're there the entire time?*\n\n*Well fuck.*\n\nThe medication they had him on worked magically, removing the aches and pains along with soothing his mind. He didn't feel the irritating angst nagging at him at the back of his head. His pointed ears droop as his hands are placed over his sensitive eyes.\n\n\"Uuughh... What are you even doing here..?\" Vance's voice sounded half strained in his groin. \"I thought you would be having a tea party with your new friends at Cradle or something...\"\n\nAs his hands left his face, he couldn't help but look jaded from all the shit that happened to him this year. And this was the first to ever happen to him to have a weird company speak up to him in the hospital room. It reminded him of those novels when the person wakes up in an infirmary to see a mysterious stranger then speaks out to them.\n\nIt took him a good couple minutes to process what Snivy was saying. Was it Snivy? The name nearly slips until he recalls it being Levy. \n\n\"To my own defense... I can see more high above ground,\" Vance said, his voice less strained. \"And I didn't see you at first and thought you were a creep coming back to start trouble...\""
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"author": "salacommander_3797",
"message": "\"I'm _French_ dear, not British. Clear distinction... Plus, I don't have friends.\" Ending with a seemingly nonchalant tone, that would have answered Vance's question. Or, it was entirely possible that it would only have brought even more questions. Regardless, Levi didn't seem to want to talk about it, choosing instead to tackle the following points of interest. Whether or not Levi didn't have friends in Newton's Cradle, or on the entirety of the Earth, it was up to Vance to figure that out. If he was even interested in the first place. After all, asking if someone had _friends_ was a rather blunt question. \n\nLevi would sigh, choosing to sit up right on the couch, leaning their head against the cold wall. \"Why didn't you tell anyone that you had an injury?\" Though their previous question was nonchalant, this was delivered with a direct- even harsh tone. It didn't sit well with Levi, crossing their arms to signify that they were actually rather _pissed_ about things. For some unknown reason, Levi had the audacity to be mad in this situation. \n\nInteresting."
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"author": "thescythe3354",
"message": "It wasn't clear why Livy told him his race which left him with a confused expression. Despite the other's stern and nonchalant attitude, it was difficult for him to understand how they're really feeling nor what they're thinking. He was pushed, pressured and worked like a machine through most of his life just focusing on his education and living up to his parent's expectations. \n\nThen the question hit him when Levi brought up the fact that he kept his injuries hidden. It made his pointed fang nip the inside of his cheek. \n\n\"I honestly didn't want to share my problems with people from a shady organization,\" Vance said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. \"It's a prison-crossed school hybrid for delinquents with powers... And there's no infirmary.\" He added the last bit. \"I wasn't sure if the people I know back from Sicily have any influence there. Because I was released here from prison not too long ago.\"\n\nHis eyes narrowed in thought when he recalled horrific times that poked at the sore spot in his chest. \"I hate hospitals because I didn't want to wake up again with my ears cropped. Or discover that I was sent here to get harvested...\""
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"author": "salacommander_3797",
"message": "\"I mean... It's shady- yeah... But you have to tell someone that you're _hurt._ Are you just going to keel over and die because you were too _shy_?\" Levi would deliver a deadpan stare during that entire assault of words, clearly not very happy. They were very close to thinking that they would actually say _yes_ to that question, given their rather unfortunate track record with maintaining personal health. Then again, who were they to judge other people's health, when they had to constantly manage their own. Levi would sigh, shoulders slumping as they leaned forwards, staring at the cold, tiled floor.\n\nThey'd rub their eyes for a moment, tilting their wrist ever-so-slightly to get a glimpse of the time on their watch. \"Hmm...\" They'd look up again towards Vance, unsure of what to do now. \"When do you want to go back? Do you even have classes?\" They weren't familiar with the cradle's scheduling, and thus, had no basis to use for the conversation. They were blind and had to trust Vance's words from here on out. Whether they told the truth or lied was a problem that _Vance_ himself would have to shoulder. After all, their time wasn't quite important right now. Vance's though? It was possible that he was missing a ton of shit. \n\n\"Quel spectacle de merde... Honnêtement...\" They'd whisper quietly, waiting for Vance's answer."
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"author": "thescythe3354",
"message": "The word \"Shy\" Stung his pride a little that he placed a band-aid over it by saying,\"I am not shy, I am cautious... There's a difference.\" \n\nHe watched Levi with tired eyes when they turned their attention to their wrist watch before their gaze fell back onto him. There was an unsettled energy coming from the kid that made him more on guard. It comes naturally for him to be on his toes when he is under a potential threat or suspicion arising nearby. There is no off switch for Vance who grew up as a solitary creature among his criminal family and associates. \n\nLevi might not understand what he'd found from a sinister company that caused many deaths and disappearances of many people. It would sound like all make believe from a teen with an over exaggerated imagination. No one would believe him.\n\n*\"When do you want to go back? Do you even have classes?\"*\n\nLevi's voice snapped out from his deep thoughts that made him blink it away to move onto answering them. \"The doctor said I can leave soon once Pernilla arrives,\" Vance said, leaning his back against the bed that is in a sitting upright position. \"And of course I take classes... I go almost everyday aside from my part-time job and taking driving lessons outside from the school.\" He is a very diligent young man."
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Violetta still wasn't quite sure what they were- not that it particularly bothered her, no, she quite enjoyed the vagueness of it all. The feeling that she was moving on too fast was ever present, and she was a little frightened about how that could make others percieve her but... She had to just remind herself that no one here gets paid enough or at all to care.\n\nVioletta however, does get paid, somehow. By that i mean she steals from her dad and he doesn't notice. He may be emotionally distant and a lot of other things, but at least he had stacks to steal!\n\nSo with Margo they were as some may say, 'hitting the town!'. The petite girl was picking up so much new slang, she was almost sounding like a normal teenager! Keyword being 'almost'...\n\n\nSo far she'd figured out that going to town with a *Girl* Was much more riveting than going with some guy who doesn't know the first thing about enjoying a trip out like this! Violetta had also figured out that pants and long sleeves? Bad idea with the sickeningly warm sun- it wasn't even necessarily *Hot*, just not shirt and vest weather.\n\nBut she has an ice cream and Margo, whats there to complain about really?\nShe wasn't saying anything currently, just letting Margo take some lead as she followed along."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ A day out, in emotionally turbulent yet appreciated company.\n\n□ Stepping out of the ice cream parlor, Margo shared in her friend's sentiment about pants being a bad idea on these remarkably warm days in the south of Sweden. She'd also stepped out of the Cradle and onto a public bus in her signature twin-tone military brat joggers and a halter top, red hair pulled up into a high ponytail through the back of her hat, and she was feeling the heat too. It was hot, *Too* Hot, like late July in Brooklyn, the sort of heat that left one near-comatose in front of the air conditioning unit swearing to God they'd change their ways. \n\n▪︎ Thankfully, though, she had ice cream.\n\n◆ \"God, it's hot out... Really puts the fear of an eternity in Hell into someone.\" She grumbled, tentatively licking her ice cream as if she were a cat who was frightful of dying from curiosity yet unable to resist the call of the cream. \"What'd you get again? Looks good.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "And newsflash! Violetta is trying something different, having gone out in black trousers and a matching black turtleneck- so nothing groundbreaking but it was very much her. Studious and simple, just how she likes it.\nSecretly though, occasional glances at Margo's outfit would make her a little bit envious- maybe one of these days she should try something more bold.\n\n\n\"I don't mind the heat, Russia was *So* Cold *All* The time. This is actually a little bit exciting- even if it does make my scar slightly irritable\"\nDespite that, it hadn't seemed like her scarring had been itched or anything that much throughout the day- Violetta had grown a sort of intolerance to it, even if it felt as uncomfortable at times as a colony of ants just waltzing across your face.\n\n\"Strawberry, I like my simplicity. You?\" She looked at the ice cream in Margo's hand with a tilt in the head"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Nice.\" Margo softly nodded. \"Strawberry's pretty good. I got pistachio, and... It's pretty cool, actually. There's little pieces of pistachio *In* It and it's a pretty cool contrast.\"\n\n□ Internally, she cursed herself for being so awkward. It was just the topic of ice cream, so why was she still finding all the words being caught and tangled in her throat like turtles to six pack rings? Maybe it was Violetta herself, in a turtleneck and trousers, a preppy getup on someone who had already stolen her first kiss and worked her way into her daily stream of consciousness with a VIP ticket. \n\n▪︎ Or, maybe it was the heat. Easier to put the blame on the heat instead of the splotches of pink that sprung up every time she looked over at her friend.\n\n◆ \"So, you're actually from Russia...? Nice. I knew I heard a touch of an accent in your voice.\" Margo spoke, awkwardness peppering her every word, much to her chagrin. \"What's it like living over there? I've never been myself, but I've heard it's a place somewhat frozen in time, like the dissolution of the USSR froze them in 1991.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Hm, I have a friend that really likes pistachios- like loves them. It's frightening.\" She comments half awkwardly.\n\nBriefly, her gaze settled on Margo's hand, but she swiftly got her head out of the gutter- looking away subtly.\n\nObligatory romantic(?) tension!! Not that Violetta minded it much, it was sorta funny to her actually.\n\n\"Mhm, I didn't know I had an accent but it wouldn't surprise me.\" She responded, having another scoop of ice cream.\nShe should eat this stuff more often jee wizz.\n\"I suppose it's a bit frozen in time, yes, I never really went out much as i wasn't allowed. I had a... Tendency to get ill very easily\" Blatant lie, she wasn't allowed out for no actual reason, but she's not about to drop that on Margo so suddenly..\n\n\"I snuck out though sometimes, and everything seemed pretty old fashioned, yeah- like.. If i held your hand right now in Russia, god knows what would happen. That's probably why it was so strange to come here and see everyone being so.. Proud\" She shrugged, having demolished her ice cream at this point.\n\nHer face sunk for a moment, but it was unclear whether that was because of what she was articulating or because of her empty ice cream tub."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Takes one to know one, I guess.\" Margo spoke with the sort of inflection that registered as an audible shrug. \"I mean, fuck, my voice is one huge accent pile and nothing else, so maybe that's why I picked up on a touch of whatever's going on in your voice.\"\n\n□ Idly strolling down the sidewalk, Margo finally felt, for the first time in her life, the sort of nervous, chest-tightening excitement that came with being out with another girl. Whether on account of being born a male, or on account of her chronic lack of game, she'd never actually been out much with other girls, especially not in a romantic sense, so being out with Violetta had her entire mind in a topsy-turvy nosedive towards disaster.\n\n▪︎ Of course, though, the other girl wasn't helping.\n\n◆ \"...Yeah, true.\" She spoke with her gaze fixed directly on the crosswalk light, trying to hide the fact that the mere thought of being hand in hand might as well have splattered her face in tomato juice. \"Russia's oligarchy and the Duma and the religious masses all hate people like us, but then again tons of people back home in America hate people like us too. Maybe that's why being queer's always... Considered a struggle. And it's what makes us stronger than anyone who casts their homophobic bullshit on us. Also there's literally no cars, let's just cross.\"\n\n• And, if Violetta didn't stop her, Margo would stroll right across the intersection despite the lights not being in her favour. That was the New Yorker talking, and she was *Walking here.*"
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"I think your mess of accents is nice, american accents are always shocking to hear for some reason.\" She stated, politely putting her empty tub in a bin in passing. \nAnd Violetta was feeling the same sort of feeling as Margo- like a nicotine rush straight to the chest every time she overthought anything near Margo. Honestly, the raven haired girl liked to think she didn't keep her heart on her sleeve, as to avoid such... Unnecessarily sappy and mushy feelings like this. Not even in the sort of 'feelings are weakness' stuff she was brought up on- it was in the sort of 'feelings like this are embarrassing to watch'\n\nYet for something so embarrasingly cheesy, she sorta loved it.\n\n\"It's insane to say the least- I mean... It's not their business surely? Sure, think we're going to Hell all you want but... Keep it to yourself.\" She mumbled, looking left and right at the sidewalk tentatively- she's not about to get hit by a car! That would be embarrassing- what happens if she lives and doesnt end up a mangled mess? Just get up and walk away? She shuddered at the thought.\n\nOnce she was sure that there was definitely nothing crossing, a cautious foot followed after Margo's direction, and then another, so on and so forth until they had crossed the road.\nShe was... Strangely terrified by that whole ordeal, her ears rang but not at the concept of there being a possibility of getting hit by a car, but more the realisation that she just.. Up and broke the rules- the rules being the 'look both ways!' that was hammered into her since childhood.\n\nShe snapped out of her thoughts, looking up at Margo\n\"Do you have anywhere specific you want to go?\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"American accents are a mess, yeah, and it's not even like there's a national unified one. Someone from Texas, someone from Oregon, and someone from Manhattan are all gonna sound way different; been to all of those places, and I think it's actually those differences in accents that got me interested in linguistics initially...\" Margo spoke as she looked one way, then the other, one last time. Sure, she'd had her first kiss, but her bucket list extended far beyond lip to lip action, and thus she wouldn't be dying anytime soon. \"And now I know, like, four different languages to the point of being able to function decently. Anyways.\"\n\n□ With that, she crossed, footsteps at once hasty and also effortlessly chill. Compared to Violetta, who had likely never broken a law, Margo was quite familiar with jaywalking, and how convenient it was to simply recognize that it was safe and head across the street regardless of what the traffic lights and the overhead crosswalk beacons said. Once on the other side she took another couple of good licks from her ice cream and tapped her foot, waiting for Violetta to join her on the other side. That, and she split her sight between making sure her friend was safe, and also looking *At* Her friend, her scarred half, her twin-tone eyes, the way her hair fell so straight and waved out so nicely.\n\n▪︎ What a pretty young woman. No wonder Margo was in a constant battle to keep herself from being immobilized by fear of making some sort of stupid mistake.\n\n◆ \"Not sure yet. I gotta go grab a few things for the kids, but that can be done later. You hungry, Vi? I know a nice place we could grab some lunch — my treat. Pretty girl privilege. Yeah.\" It had sounded better in her head, but as the words left her mouth her voice shrank from a confident, cool director's lilt to a soft mumble, looking away and mentally chastising herself for being so awkward. \"But, uh... Yeah. Maybe grab some dinner? I know we just had dessert and all that, but maybe that's just a little bit of culinary anarchy. I dunno. Also, yeah, I agree with you; even if all those big wigs and oligarchs and shit think people like us are godless heathens and barely even human, it doesn't give them the right to trample all over us and our god-given human rights. Shit's plain fucked.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Violetta nodded along as the discussion of accents went forward- something she herself didn't have a massive interest in. Despite her lack of interest, Margo seemed so alive when talking about it, alive enough for in the moment, linguistics suddenly sounds like the most riveting experience on the planet for Violetta.\n\"I know russian and english- and a little bit above the basics of korean, since my mother is korean\"\nWasian moment.\n\n\nVioletta's line of sight was locked onto her friend, the same sort of attraction blossoming in her thoughts. Part of her wishes she held such a presence like Margo did, strong and bold, she stands out and likes it that way. Whereas Violetta only stands out because of her tight burn scarring, she wishes there was something to distract from it like a fun fashion sense or tattoos.\n\nHer brain fog clears once she's across the road, a car whizzing past moments later, making her sigh in what seemed like relief.\n\nShe quietly giggled at the 'pretty girl priviledge' comment, the dimple on her left cheek appearing as she did so.\n\"Sure, lunch... Would be nice. There's something strangely empowering about dessert first.\" Margo you're such a bad influence. /j\n\"It's stupid, and people like my father in Russia are the ones just holding back progress with their money. It is indeed- fucked.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Like I said, culinary anarchy.\" Margo coolly replied, leaning against the light pole as she waited for Violetta to catch up. \"Sweets to whet the appetite, then rich stuff to fill the gap. I swear I'm onto something.\"\n\n□ Dryly joking, she noticed the dimple on Vi's left cheek, and like the weirdo she was she took mental note of it. Small dimple, left side. Once they were paired up again she kept on walking, pushing off of the pole with effortless swagger once her friend had gotten a few steps ahead of her. Mostly, this gap was to account for their differences in walking speed, but also she simply found it easier to be around her when she wasn't face to face, for reasons that mostly boiled down to dignity and how easily Violetta seemed to make her crumple into a soft ball.\n\n▪︎ She hated being crumpled up like tin foil around others.\n\n◆ \"Felt that.\" Margo spoke. \"This is pure hypocrisy coming from a billionaire's kid, but there's something plain evil about most of them. I've been to billionaire-run events because of my father, man, and nobody I saw really looked real. They looked like fuckin' wax figurines, caricatures, dolls that deny their biggest critiques. Shit was so weird. Doesn't help that it seems like conservatism and wealth seem to go hand in hand... I even see it in my eldest sisters. Ginny dresses like a Mormon and Mary is an actual fucking nun. They're barely in their twenties and they're conservative. Makes me fear for my own future.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Margo was... So charming. Maybe it was something about how Violetta had never really met someone like Margo back home- someone who lives by their own rules, well and truly to the letter.\nI mean... Jaywalking and dessert before dinner! Violetta is going to have to take such a power nap when she gets home to comprehend such excitement for one day.\n\nShe tried to walk at a pace where she was more or less beside Margo, so it didn't look like a version of follow the leader in public- but it was a struggle within it's own right-\n*'curse Margo and her long legs. One day there'll be nuclear fallout and all tall people will pay.'* She thought to herself, packing away the rage of her height.\nHer heels made a rhythmic tapping as she walked, making sure not to step on any cracks- not in a childish way, but more of a habitual sense. It was no sacred superstition, but rather something she had done since a child.\n\n\"Right! They're all the same 5 guys and a woman in a dress suit! Father never allowed me near professional matters but from what i did get to see- they're all super boring people.\" She deadpanned the last part, hoping to god there was no rich man drones around to listen to them and begin oh i dont know, shooting them down or something insane like that. \nShe hasn't much imagination, but the imagination she does have is a bit 'out there'\n\n\"Oh god yeah, my sister Valentina is so sucked into it- she's like two years younger than me and The Golden Child- how's a 15 year old going to be a conservative? She's so... Blissfully ignorant.\"\nShe paused for a moment, the slightest tinge of a smile tugging at her mouth"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Can say that again. It's like they're made in a factory or something. Clones. It's like wealth strips people of all character, and it's why I try to live pretty fast and loose and free rather than being all boring and conservative.\" Margo spoke, a hint of discontent with the mere idea of juvenile Republicans and whatnot existing present within her voice. \"Like, Christ, it sounds like your sister didn't even *Try* Being a teenager. It's almost like the conservative crowd grooms kids into being carbon copies and parrots of themselves and their ideas. Sinister.\"\n\n□ Grumbling as she tended to do often, Margo stuck her hands in her pockets and kept on walking, left hand's fingers toying with a lighter in her pocket. She still didn't know what it was about the feeling of simply flipping it over and over like a pancake and flicking the spark wheel that felt so nice, but it did, almost as if it muffled the ocean roar in her head and in her blood. Weird. Digging into her back left pocket after a few moments, she produced a small handful of wrapped candy, a healthy mix of hard sweets for the sweet tooth.\n\n▪︎ She looked over at Violetta.\n\n◆ \"But, shit, your brother sounds solid. Turtles are adorable, I could fuck with that.\" She hummed, holding her hand out. \"Candy? I've got several kinds of black liquorice, mint chocolate candies, coffee caramels, strawberry yogourts... I promise they're all good. Also they're all hard because I cannot *Stand* Soft candies of any sort.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"The only reason I haven't turned out the same is because my dad doesn't like me for some reason.\" She fiddled with her fingers, wringing them together and clicking the joints fervently as she spoke.\n\"I mean, i didn't get a huge shot at it either- she did at least get to go to an actual school which i am a little bit jealous of. She doesn't even realise how mistreated i was- i can hardly be officially mad at her for it\"\nVioletta let out a quiet sigh, her voice dripping subtly with disdain.\n\"I'm glad i didn't get pulled into their views though- i find no joy in purposely ruining lives for my benefit- which should be the bare minimum.\" Retweet queen.\n\nVioletta stared at Margo's handful of treats- she wasn't going to explicitly ask for one or anything- a strange thought chewing at the back of her brain that she may seem too demanding, or something silly like that. Did she even need a sweet? The world wouldn't end. She was ready to just turn the other cheek until the redhead spoke up.\n\"He is a solid little man, he's turning thirteen soon- it's so freaky being the oldest, remembering that as they grow you're also growing. Ew.\"\nShe paused, vision returning to the candies.\n\n\"You uh... You got me at strawberry- yes please.\" She awkwardly muttered out, a half embarrassed smile flickering across her face.\n\n\"Really? I always liked soft candies because i had sensitive teeth growing up, so my mother had a large supply of gummy bears for my visits.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Felt that.\" Margo quipped. \"My cow-shit-for-a-soul father sort of gave up on me after a certain point as well. I... Don't want to linger on this too much, if you don't mind, man; we're supposed to be having a nice date – I-I mean day.\" Freudian slip, but also embarrassingly forthcoming. \"Fuck.\"\n\n□ Falling quiet, Margo could feel her stomach flipping over itself thirty times a second, the exhilarating yet terrifying bundle of emotions that came with being a young queer woman out and about on a sort of/sort of not date sending her emotions into a nosedive. It was unfamiliar territory, especially for someone who unhealthily prided herself on being calm and stoic at all times, and the fact that she more or less melted at the seams around Vi was at times scary and formative.\n\n▪︎ She dropped a candy into Vi's hand.\n\n◆ \"Figured you'd want one. Campinos are delicious.\" Margo remarked as she dropped one into Vi's awaiting hand, setting the rest back where they'd came from. \"Anyways, fair enough, man. I guess I'm the opposite; the texture of chewy slash gummy candies breaking up in my mouth or squishing between my teeth felt – and still feels, honestly – absolutely awful, so I've always had a thing for hard candies.\" She casually spoke, each step carrying the pair closer to their sweet little lunch spot. \"But I feel that, man, except I'm on the other end of the family. I've got three older sisters, and I've seen them take way different paths in life – Gin's a boring bank teller in Philadelphia, Mary's a nun in an abbey in southeastern France, and Holly...? She's doing twenty five years in prison on RICO charges. It's just... Weird, knowing that your siblings are also people and always aging with you. Weird.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Violetta giggled, noticeable dimple reappearing onto her cheek as she smiled.\n\"Ohoho date? My, you're forward, Margo.\" Violetta attempted the sort of teenagerly banter she'd see on shows- she's beginning to see why people do it. Teasing friends is actually very entertaining!\n\"I'm only joking, it's whatever you make it as far as I'm aware\"\n\nA blush had crawled its way onto Violetta's face with such stealth she hadn't really noticed its presence until she began to feel a little heated. It was much easier said than done to keep cool and composed in sorta uncharted territory like with an equally somewhat awkward girl- especially with a somewhat awkward girl who you happen to think is actually a little bit cute, for some reason. Such thoughts were awkward to confront for Violetta- but all the more exciting, in a sort of adrenaline extreme sports way.\n\nCAMPinos because they're being eaten by gay people. With a lightly furrowed brow, Violetta studied the sweet in her hand, before popping it into her mouth.\n...Not much emotion crossed her face, but she's enjoying it i swear.\n\"I hate those strawberry gummies that stick to your teeth, they're disgusting... Texture like wax.\" She comments, an uncomfortable tingle moving up and then down her spine at even such the mention.\n\n\"Your sister's... A nun? I didn't know they were really still a thing- I mean I'm a very casual christian and i have never met a nun before. Weird.\" She shrugs, hands moving to her pockets in a posture that proved to be far too casual for Violetta as she insisted on moving her hands back to her side stiffly as usual.\n\n\"Yes, it's like... Stop growing! The fact that you're growing means I'm growing and I'm not ready for the commitment!\" She half jokes, fiddling with her belt loop absentmindedly."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Oh yeah.\" Margo spoke, a faint gag underlining her voice. \"It tastes like biting into a fucking candle in every sense of the word; disgusting.\" She humorously grumbled. \"At least my lemon drops and caramels don't that...\"\n\n□ Continuing to walk, one foot stepped out in front of the other, as regularly as the breaths leaving her lungs. Dropping her candy hand back Info her pocket she stole a glance at Vi, the blush across her cheeks reminding her that she wasn't alone in this young, uncertain friendship filled with romantic tension and a healthy yet deadly level of curiosity. Rounding a corner she nodded as her friend spoke, noting how she'd never met a nun, or how she seemingly loathed taller people simply for existing.\n\n▪︎ Then again that seemed to be the constant with short people; maybe she should have teased her about it...?\n\n◆ \"Nuns are kind of rare since they mostly stick to their abbeys and whatnot.\" She casually spoke. \"Mary writes me a letter once every three months and that's all the communication I get with her, and that's my *Sister,* So it tells you a lot about just how isolated they are. I'm... Sort of a religious hodge podge of a thousand different beliefs, but I grew up Catholic, so.\" She continued to talk, each step carrying her closer to the awning-shaded porch at the other end of the street. \"Anyways, look, there it is. It's a little diner, serves lots of sandwiches and soups. Get the minestrone and a beef on week, it's like biting into mother nature's vagina; so fucking good.\""
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"message": "She resists the urge to just chew the hard sweet, she had learnt in the past that the beloved crunch is actually sort of frowned upon by some.. For whatever reason. Violetta wrung her head around a bit, in an absentminded stimming motion.\n\n\"I love those sweets with sherbet in them, they're so horrifically sweet, it's perfect.\" She confessed, the sweet in the corner of her mouth as she spoke.\nShe knows not much of what she feels- the strong emotional tension feels so much *Different* With a girl, and she doesn't know if its a preference or some internalised stuff she has to deal with talking.\nShe does in fact hate tall people. She just like me fr\n\n\"I see... Well, i hope my sister doesn't go down that route. Even if i don't really care that much for her- it would still.. Suck i guess? I just believe what i believe, without label.\" She frowned lightly, a little bit conflicted in the face, before changing subject.\n\n\"It looks cute-\" She smiles sweetly at the diner, her heel clicking coming to a stop as she gazes over the establishment.\nCaught off guard, she turns to look at Margo with wide eyes- stifling a laugh by wheezing quietly. 'mother nature's vagina' was a very new comparison to her definitely- someone like margo as a whole was just such a refreshing thing for Violetta.\n\nBecause she's laughing now, like... Actually laughing, her hand grasps gently on Margo's arm to balance herself, a flow of genuinity coming from her mouth in the form of entertained laughter. The short girl's laughter is awkward and strained, much akin to herself- but it's oh so groundbreaking and new.\n\nKudos to Margo for being the only mf here to see her properly laugh. Head hanging low, staring at the floor, the giggling never fully stopped.\n\"Mother earth's- ehe- where did you come up with that?\"\n\nVioletta babe its not even that funny.\n\n\"I'll take your word, with a description like that it must be great\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Yeah, fuck, I know what you're talking about. Sherbet in general is delicious, but those hard candies with a sherbet interior...? Phenomenal. Cavity-inducing levels of sweetness, but phenomenal nonetheless.\"\n\n□ At least they seemingly both had intense sweet teeth. It'd make buying Vi her favourite sweets a bit less risky, Margo figured, and thus she stuffed her hands in her pockets. Walking up to the diner, she nodded and hummed along as her friend spoke, and then out of the blue something she said seemed to have registered. Coming to a stop as she sensed Vi had fallen behind, she noticed the girl doubled over in laughter, and both out of concern and an annoying sense of pride she jogged back over in time for her friend to reach out and grab her arm. \n\n▪︎ Very endearing, but also why did all the skin on her arm shiver as if sparks of lightning were rippling through it?\n\n◆ \"Huh, didn't think it was that funny, but shit...\" Margo stood by, proud and also feeling the unfamiliar yet pleasant fluttering of wings in her stomach. \"You've got a cute laugh. Just thought I'd say. Anyways, yeah, it's... Really good. Or maybe I'm just a sucker for diner-style food; I'm not entirely certain. Anyways...\"\n\n▪︎ Once Vi got back to her feet Margo would keep on walking, secret hoping that her friend would keep her arms around hers. What a gay little creature."
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "She's still snickering to herself about the former comment- in Violetta's defense, she didn't exactly know many funny people before getting launched to the cradle- so hearing inappropriate jokes like that just really evokes something in her.\nShe squished the other girl's arm gently as if to signal that she's over it now- but there's still that sort of post laughter smile on her face.\n\nShe could sure as hell get used to this.\n\n\"I think it was amusing! People I used to know.. Never really made comparisons like that- it's fun, exciting\" And exciting it was- having grown up wuite indoctrinated, Margo was exactly the kind of person that Violetta was expressly forbidden from hanging out with- she was told they were bad news; but just about everything she experienced with Margo tickled her brain as good news, amazing news.\n\nShe went a bit pink, putting her hands behind her back, fiddling mercilessly. Sorry Margo, maybe she'll be down to hold hands on the way back </3\n\"Thanks, i don't laugh very option, so frame this moment\"\n\nA comfortable silence befell the two as the diner came closer- Violetta was okay with that, she appreciated the simple things of life like silence. Yknow, until she spoke up again.\n\n\"Do they do toasties? Out of the blue I know but- I just really like toasties\"\nRetweet"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Guess there's a whole lot more where that came from. Also, yeah, I think they have toasties. That's just a cheese grilly, right?\"\n\n□ A touch awkward, but genuinely trying her best to be cool, Margo replied in turn and felt her face flush as Vi squished her muscular arm. It was an unfamiliar sort of touch, the illicit yet ecstatic touch of another gal on her skin, intimate and unspoken, and she could get used to it. Once things had settled down a bit and the pair were inside the diner she waved at the cooks in the back, an effortless cloak of cool draped over her shoulders shining the blue-pink-white tripartite in her wake.\n\n▪︎ She slid into a booth and tapped the seat next to her.\n\n◆ \"Booths are comfier here. The chairs feel like they're... Liable to break and shoot up your ass at any point, no offense to the business. They could just use better barstools.\" Margo chuckled, grabbing two menus and sliding one to Vi as she sat down. \"Hope ya don't mind.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Yes! Simple but perfect, i hope whoever made them sleeps well tonight... Perfect mix of bland and tasty\"\nAh yes, the 'tism makes it's return. \n\nSliding in next to Margo, Violetta bumped into the other gently, the same as usual electric sort of spark crackling between for a moment, before she set to looking at the menu.\nIt's either Violetta is completely naive and unaware of the romantic tension, or she's very aware, and going with it.\n\nConsidering it's Violetta, it's probably a matter of the latter.\n\n\"That's fine, i love booths- and i cant be fussy about that sort of thing\" She shrugged, balancing her head in her hand\n\n\"Do you come here often? You seem to know it well\"\nVioletta looked around the place from her spot, admiring any and all decor that her vision could transfix onto.\n\n\"Diners seem your style, Margo- like american and all that\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Alright.\" She hummed in acknowledgment. \"Booths are plenty cool too. Feels like a Tarantino movie every time I walk into one... Is that weird?\"\n\n□ She'd considered it before, but was it actually weird? Or was she not alone in the *Diners and Tarantino fan club* Train of thought? Whatever the case, she looked at the menu, fingers curling around the edges and tapping rhythmically in short bursts. Her fingers, oddly enough, formed a pattern that hinted at a greater sense of shame in giving in to the fact that she was, by almost dead certainty, autistic.\n\n▪︎ It was the truth, though, and while it made sense it didn't make accepting it any easier.\n\n◆ \"Couple times a week, I'd say. Every time I come into town I stop by here, and I'm in town a lot, so.\" Margo spoke, silver jeweled eyes scanning the menu. She knew her favourite order, but talks of toasties had thrown the doors of experimentation wide open, and she wanted something she hadn't had before in response. \"Also, hey, oxymoronic as it might sound, that's the energy I try to put out. Salt of the earth, diner coffee and breakfast, Greyhound buses, sleeping on Amtraks, hitchhiking up the Pacific Northwest. That sorta shit. I already have my entire life secured financially, so I feel like I can do whatever the fuck I want, and that *What the fuck I want* Is to be a stealth billionaire, I think. The woman you knew for fifty years and only found out she was worth billions in her obituary kind of billionaire. Seems like an alluring life to lead... Or, maybe I'm young and foolish. I dunno.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Quentin Tarantino!- I love his work- I was never allowed to watch his productions as a child but... Well, i know I'm a bit of a stick in the mud, but i have my rebellious moments\" \nBecause prime rebellion is watching Pulp Fiction behind your father's back, rather than trying to kill him, like Some People.\nVioletta caught onto the stimming motions, though not onto the raging internal conflict. She smiles a little, it was weirdly cute in a way- or maybe Vi just REALLY needs to be around other autistic people more.\nAnd she can do that now, which left an excited bubbling feeling in her stomach.\n\nVioletta knew what she wanted quite quickly, toastie and cola- simple and effective and hopefully not something she can really be judged for. She was certain Margo wasnt really a judgy person, she wasn't sure anyone at the cradle had any room to be judgy, considering the whole 'we go to a rehab school for parahuman youth in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.' thing.\nBut the thought was still there in Violetta's brain always, because the only thing in this world that doesn't sleep is a mentally ill teenager's brain.\n\n\"You have a lot of plans, i hope i can accompany you on some- considering i need ideas... Now that I think about it, i don't quite know what to do with myself once I'm out of this place, maybe I'll study medicine?\" Violetta pondered, half to make conversation, and half to muster up any sort of idea as to what she Actually wanted from life.\n\"I can't help through words- I'm hopeless at that, but if i could be a doctor then i can help through actions instead- it's foolproof, really\" Mumbling, Violetta had that look on her face. The look she gets when mulling something over in her head, where her brows furrow and her hand goes onto her chin.\n\nShe eventually snaps out of it, turning to Margo\n\"Young and foolish... Is the best way to be for now, i think\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Might not be a bad idea.\" Margo hummed, fingers still tapping against the laminated underside of the menu. It was a steady pattern; tap slow, then fast, then be overwhelmed with shame and shove the urge back down. Maybe it'd do her good to actually let herself be, well, herself, but this realization was still too recent and too drastic for her to change overnight and unlearn years of repression and self-hatred. \"But far as I know, doctors are expected to have a certain bedside manner, which means a lot of talking and explaining things. As you said, you're not great with your words, but I'm sure there's room for autistic doctors out there.\"\n\n□ Silver eyes kept on running up and down the menu, settling on the full American over and over despite the fact that it was 2:30 in the afternoon and the diner stopped serving it at 11. A frown spread across her face, waved away after a few moments by realizing that Vi was still speaking. Looking over, she set the menu down to offer up her full undivided attention to her friend slash crush slash whatever Vi was at this point, and she noticed a few things. A furrowed brow, fist to chin like the Thinker, an astute contemplative look that only broke to parrot what she'd said about being young and foolish.\n\n▪︎ She smiled. A genuine, slight smile, one corner of her lips curled up like the Mona Lisa.\n\n◆ \"Exactly, man. We're young, why the fuck should we stress about having our entire lives figured out already? Like, sure... I think I wanna be a herpetologist for a career, and it makes sense why. I *Love* Reptiles, and amphibians are really interesting too, but I also can't be certain that I'm not gonna change my mind and go into ancient linguistics either. I'm, uh... Sure you've got that sort of stuff going on inside as well, so fuck worrying about it for now.\" She picked her menu back up. \"Got any idea what ya want? Think the waitress is on her-\"\n\n♠︎ [waiter] **\"Hiya! What can I get you two?**\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"That is true... Maybe a surgeon? I've never been that bad with blood and gore, given I'd get ill a lot as a child, lots of blood tests and stuff like that are normalised to me\" She shrugged, her eyes subtly scanning over the menu in case her decision flicks.\n\"And in media it never bothered me, and with modern day CGI i doubt its much different\" She closed her menu, deciding to for once settle on something and keep it that way. Indecisiveness is for posers.\n\"But i think i could cope with either if i just got someone else to do the talking, or scripted my words-\"\n\n\"Yeah... Yeah! You're right, Margo. That's a problem for future me.\" Was she going to treat it as a problem for future her, however? No. Most definitely not- in fact, she was probably gonna overthink it that night. Great.\nAdd another item to the itemised list of things to get stressed about.\n\nShe perked up at the arrival of the waitress, eyes widening in surprise for a moment before she looked up at the stranger awkwardly\n\"Ah uh- a cola and a cheese toastie-\"\n*Too demanding! Too demanding!* Violetta panicked, the cogs in her brain turning with such desperation you'd think one might burst out her ear.\n\"Please\"\nBam. Interaction saved. Shes the peak of communication. Crown her, Mercury, for shed far above your ways."
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Yeah, maybe. I could see you doing that, you know?\" Margo spoke, her face about as warm and enthused as a chronic stone face could be. \"You've got that sort of quiet focus. I'm sure you'd, uh... Be great at it.\"\n\n□ And, just a few moments after she nearly butchered this date, or whatever it was, the waitress showed up to take their orders. Admittedly, Margo didn't quite know what *She* Wanted, save for her obligatory cup of tea, but it seemed Vi knew *Exactly* What she wanted, and ordered without hesitation thusly. She smiled at the directness of it all, to the point without being rude or demanding. \n\n♠︎ \"Okay, and what about you, hun?\"\n◆ \"I'll, uh... Take a BLT on marble rye with a fried egg – and, if the cook has it, some Tabasco on the yolk would be nice. I'll also take a soup of the day, and a cup of earl grey, if you have it.\"\n♠︎ \"We do! I'll be back with your orders soon, it shouldn't too be long.\"\n\n□ Nodding as the chipper waitress turned on her heels and walked to another table, Margo turned back to Vi, who was now sitting quietly. For a moment, she couldn't help but stare, mostly at the distinct line between her scarred eye and the unscathed skin next to it. It was oddly beautiful; *No, she was oddly beautiful,* Her thoughts rang out like gunshots in an anechoic chamber, the damage done but the thoughts themselves self-contained.\n\n◆ \"Anyways, man... We're only gonna be young so long, and we're in fuckin' *Prison,* So... Lighten up. Let's just... Be kids until we get released, hm?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "That had actually been eating at her brain a little- *Was* This a date? As far as Violetta was aware, it felt like a date. A stroll and ice cream, a chit chat and diner, it smelt like fruit, really, really potent fruit. Like a fruit salad in a hot day, except instead of mango and Vanilla, its Margo and Violetta in a bitter sweet broth of romantic tension.\nHormones were weird, crushes were weird, she was kinda weird, so was Margo but Margo was like... A good weird, the perfect sort of strange for Violetta.\n\nShe shook it off, listening intently to the long winded order off of Margo with her head resting propped on her hand. She admired her friend for a moment, a star-like freckle or two, the entrancing, yet strange arrangement of her pupils.\nLooking at the other, the short girl felt like she could write pages upon pages of blazon poetry about the ins and outs of Margo's character, the ins and outs of her face, just how *Nice* She was to look at.\nSo for a moment, they were sort of staring at eachother, the two very different faces matching in goals.\n\nVioletta's lips awkwardly curled up into the usual slightly jarring smile.\n\"Tabasco? I can't stand that stuff, hurts to eat- how people enjoy food that attacks them, i'll never know.\" She half teased, leg beginning to bounce against her will.\n\n'we're in fuckin prison'\nThis caused Vi's face to do it again, the thoughtful look with the furrowed brow and stern look- it was almost a death stare, but it wasn't aimed at Margo so... What gives?\nShe eases up, shaking her head\n\"I don't know, I've always viewed it as more of a rehab thing, considering i'm here for putting myself in a coma and not a real crime but- you're right.\"\nShe shuffled a little closer, cracking her finger joints anxiously\n\n\"Let's just.. Be dumb teenagers a couple years, you're right.\" She reiterates, nodding"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Not much for spicy food?\" Margo replied, curious yet also clearly unsurprised. In her defense, Vi was someone who, at least based off of her order, would have found plain yellow mustard too spicy, so it was no surprise that her request for Tabasco on the egg elicited a surprised remark. \"I like a certain amount of heat in my food, and Tabasco plus eggs is a classic diner combo back home. Not... Exactly in New York City, precisely, but it's so common that even a bottle of the stuff suggests putting it on eggs. I dunno. It plays nice, I guess? Then again, also the idea of food attacking back also brings up stuff like pineapple, or Sichuan buzz buttons. Taste is all subjective, I guess.\"\n\n□ How did she even explain *Why* She liked spicy food? She wasn't exactly a chili-head, or someone who sought out levels of heat so intense that her body had to fruitlessly attempt to sweat it out, but she did enjoy a splash of Tabasco here, or the infamous red sauce from her beloved local Halal Guys' location, so how did she explain it in a way that made sense? Maybe the strange amount of uncertainty she felt was a sign that, no matter the circumstances surrounding her and Vi, there was something very genuine between them, teenage uncertainties between a long-aware yet woefully unlucky lesbian and a recently awakened bisexual that would have fit beautifully in the pages of those young adult novels she scoffed at, or the shows she watched when nobody else was around.\n\n▪︎ She was broken out of her thoughts by the clinking of porcelain, a cup of tea on a coaster for her and a cola for Vi. She then realized that, in the midst of her thoughts, she'd been staring right back at Vi; naturally, her face flushed red from hairline to chin.\n\n◆ \"Uh... Yeah. Maybe you've got the better mindset.\" Margo sheepishly muttered into her cup of tea, the steaming water still steeping the bag in graceful herbal arcs. \"I just... I don't know. For a long time I thought I was supposed to be in prison, but now I think I'm actually kind of glad I got sent here instead of Erie County. That's the all-girls juvie my sister got sent to, for reference. At least here I get to be mostly free. I dunno. My brain's a little dust-clogged right now.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Violetta shook her head fussily, eyes shut tight, a shaky smile on her face.\n\"Nuh uh, I fail to see the appeal, sorry- I prefer sweet foods by a mile\" She remarked, tapping her hands together stimmingly.\nShe was having the time of her life, despite how awkwardly nervous she seemed to be, her mouth smiled stupidly wide, her leg bounced rhythmically and her dimple was on display almost the whole time as she leaned her elbows on the table, breaking just about every dining law she was ever taught.\nSmall act, sure, but Margo brought out a rebellion that Violetta didnt think she ever had brewing.\n\nThe thoughts about such stupid things of teenage rebellion and the foolish imagine of just up and kissing Margo now, or something super direct like that scattered from her brain as soon as she heard the clacking of drinks.\nShe looked positively elated- she must *Really* Like cola! She nods a sheepish \"Thank you\" At the waitress, picking up the cola and stopping herself from just downing it in one.\n\n\"Mmh, this is definitely a much better fate. I'm glad to be here, i got to meet you, and.. And I've never been happier- i know its cheesy, but home in itself was a prison\" \nShe put her drink down with a quiet gasp, her throat struggling for air as the suds trapped her airways while she drank.\n\n\"Sorry, that got a little bit heavy, but yes, our situation *Could* Be much worse\""
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"message": "◆ \"Gotcha.\" Margo nodded. \"I mean, shit, I have a sweet tooth too, but growing up served by world-class cooks means that I got exposed to so much shit that I kinda just... Appreciate everything. Though... I don't care for overly salty foods; that's probably the point where I say *What the fuck, man? Why is this so salty?*\"\n\n□ Affecting her voice for extra effect, she ranted for a few brief yet certain moments about salty foods. A longtime adversary of hers, it was perhaps the one place where she drew the line. Once she was done rambling she collected herself and blew on her tea a few times, trying to cool it a touch so she could sip it without the damned thing evicting all her tastebuds from her tongue like blackheads. It was, perhaps, the one actual issue she had with tea: unlike in her room, where she obsessively monitored the temperature of her kettle to ensure perfect steeping conditions, a diner like the one her and Vi sat in would have been far more likely to simply pour boiling water over a cheap teabag and then send it out as if it was fine.\n\n▪︎ Thankfully, though usually finicky she knew to make an exception for diners; the food was usually good enough to offset any displeasure from improperly prepared tea.\n\n◆ \"Yeah, I'd say so as well. I understand, man... I really do. After Holly got sentenced to 25 years without parole minimum for RICO charges my father got really fucking strict with myself and Ben... Home felt like a prison, but at least I could get out when I really wanted to.\" She spoke, equal parts reminiscing and showing sympathy. \"But I doubt talking about terrible home lives is good diner conversation. I'm sure we could go on for days; similar tragic rich kid backgrounds, yaddi yadda. Anyways... It's a little strange how spicy foods aren't all the same. I'm thinking on it now, and... Wasabi is spicy, but it's different from a habanero, and that itself is different from a Sichuan buzz button. Weird how entirely different plants end up under the same damn umbrella, huh? Speaking of which... Do you like sushi?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "And Violetta didn't have to cope with the heat of a drink, instead smiling contently with her icy chilled cola. How the everloving fuck Margo manages to drink a tea in stupidly hot weather like this, Violetta would never be able to understand.\nYet, there was something shockingly endearing about Margo and the strange little contradictions of her character- those were the miniscule little details that threw Violetta into a childlike crush state.\n\nNodding along, she skim listened to Margo's words, drumming her fingers along the glass, half expecting her fingers to stick to the frigid glass as she stimmed.\n\"Yeah... I suppose we're quite similar, huh?\" She muttered, going to put her hand on Margo's, before cowarding out partly due to her own nerves and the fact that their food will probably be coming sooner rather than later.\nShe'll make that move another time.\n\n\"Sushi?- hmm\" Vi's brain cogs turned, she wasn't sure what to answer as her head tilted to the side delicately.\n\"I don't hate it, but i haven't had it in ages, why?\""
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"message": "◆ \"Yeah, I'd say so.\"\n\n□ Rather than elaborate, or delve deeper into her own family troubles, Margo simply agreed and blew on her tea again, aware from a sensed gaze that Vi was wondering exactly how she managed to drink hot drinks like the earl grey in front of her in the heat of summer in Sweden. If questioned, she'd have explained it away as a deep love of tea, but then again, she also realized that she could have easily asked for it iced. It wouldn't have been the same as the iced tea she had during family trips to New Orleans, but that was fine; sweet tea, as it was known, registered as an offense to her traditional tea drinking tongue, so the heat would do fine here.\n\n▪︎ Plus, she was dressed relatively light anyways. She could afford a hot drink.\n\n◆ \"Just wondering.\" Bullshit, Margo. Bull*Shit.* \"I know there was a sushi place I used to go to with my friends back home about once a month, and that was pretty good. Maybe I'll look into it... We could make another day out of it. Your company's... Appreciated, moreso than just about everyone at the Cradle, so the more time we spend out and about the better, as far as I'm concerned.\" Mad gay. Jeez. \"Also I noticed that. I... Don't bite, and despite my muscles I won't crush your hand. But, shit... You set the pace, I guess. You're the one fresh out of a relationship, I'm just here to enjoy every moment of today, and whatever the future brings.\"\n\n▪︎ Yet, the big question lingered on her tongue: *\"What the fuck are we?\"*"
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"I'm flattered that I'm around the top of your list\"\nShe acknowledged the suggestion of the sushi place with an abrupt nod. But... Another question clouds her mind.\nVioletta goes quiet a moment as she mulled over the question in her head- was it appropriate? She didn't want to make Margo feel homesick or anything but man, she was curious about it.\nInterrupting the comfortable silence, she spoke up.\n\"Your friends back home... What are they like?\" She tilted her head, corners of her mouth tugging up\n\"I'm curious\"\n\n\"And i... I know but- i figured it would be weird timing if the food will probably come soon.\" Defensively and... Ever so slightly flustered, Violetta felt the need to crack out her reasoning, but soon gets an idea.\nToying with the plan in her head, she eventually gives into her natural instinct for a bit of teasing, because who is she if not human?\n\n\"But if you really want me to that bad then i have no complaints.\" Her voice dripped matter of fact, as she then went to hold Margo's hand confidently. I love gay rights.\nThere was a major difference between their hads that made Vi question if she should maybe start working out or something.\n\nShe wanted to ask too but... That felt like a question for another time"
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"message": "◆ \"Well, you'll be flattered until we're nothing but fond yet fuzzy memories to each other.\" Matter-of-fact, yet endearingly awkward and genuine. It was first romances in their purest form. \"I... Hope that makes sense.\"\n\n□ Butterflies abound in the belfry, she could feel their wings beating against the inside of her chest, fluttering her stomach into a state of pleasant unrest and her mind into varying states of worry. What if she wasn't being cool enough? What if she wasn't fulfilling her role as a futch lesbian? What were those roles, even? She'd rarely consumed romance-heavy media, nor had she grown up in a house where love was common and unconditional, so there were a lot of uncertain questions that she had to find the answers for on the fly.\n\n▪︎ She took a sip of her tea, still quite hot, and let out a soft sigh.\n\n◆ \"It's fine, man. I actually didn't have a ton of friends back home, aside from my siblings, but... I'm not sure they count. I met a lot of people in martial arts lessons, and in jazz club, but it's only really Omar and Anton who stuck around after I came out as trans. Omar's a big burly fuckin' Cuban guy, big into film and anarchist theory, crazy good guitarist. Once watched him eat a five pound burger and three pounds of fries in one sitting like it was nothing; motherfucker can *Eat.* Anton's really tall, plays bass, really into experimental music and Japanese culture and shit. He's pretentious as all fuck, but I love him like a brother regardless.\" Her voice dripped with a bizarre yet genuine mix of homesickness, fondness, and disdain. She really did care for her friends, even if parts of them made her want to rip her hair out in clumps out of frustration. \"I miss 'em, but we have a groupchat, so it's fine. How about you? Did you have any friends back ho- *Oh.* I see.\"\n\n□ A hand met hers, and sparks crackled down her spine, through her arms, up and down her legs, behind her eyeballs like a heroin lobotomy. How did such a simple act reduce her to such a flustered, barely composed mess?"
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"message": "\"It makes enough sense.\" Simple and dry as usual, but she didnt have much to say outside of wanting to just stare at Margo. It was the awkwardness that enticed her- their interactions didn't have to be perfect- in fact they were so flawed at this whole romance thing, but that was in essence, the appeal of it all.\n\nHer role was fulfilled to Violetta, that role being sparking her heart ablaze somehow- every little thing her fling partner did elicited a whiplash like response of tingles in her chest and stomach- something that made her think at first was a health issue- but once realising it only happened around Margo, she was able to chalk it down at last to puppy love.\nVi had always been a hopeless romantic at heart, even seeing her father with her stepmum made her think how special love was (even if she wished it was with Her mum, but whatever.) Any romance book in the library had been in her hand within seconds as a child, always longing for that perfect someone just within arm's reach.\n\nMargo's passion in subjects like these just reminded Violetta of how pure and sweet humans can be in loyalty. Like pillars holding up a collaseum, Margo and her friends seemed to bounce off eachother, holding up a friendship.\nIt made Vi... A little jealous if she's being honest, to have bonds. She stroked over Margo's hand with her thumb absentmindedly, then perking up.\n\n\"Wait- you're trans?\" Violetta tilted her head, eyes wide with,, surprise. It wasn't a dealbreaker definitely, in fact, she frankly didn't care it was just- new information! Her tone remained just simply curious towards the girl.\n\"That's really cool\" She smiled, especially at Margo's reaction to the hand holding\n\n\"Anyways i didn't- really have many friends back home. I had my half sister but she was... Insufferably happy, and i was super jealous\""
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"message": "◇ She hummed in response to Vi running a thumb over the back of her hand, letting the initial shivers and racing heartbeats settle a bit before she even dared open her mouth, in which time...\n\n```◆ \"Here you two go! A toastie for *You...\"*``` The waitress whistled as she set Vi's lunch down first. ```\"And your BLT, on rye, plus a fried egg and Tabasco, with a cream of broccoli soup! Enjoy, you two.\"```\n\n■ \"Thank you.\" Margo replied back in turn, looking down at the reasonable bowl of soup and the decent sandwich sat upon a plate in front of her. Commenting on how her meal smelled with the same sort of casual, almost aloof calm she held herself in oftentimes, she was knocked out of her thoughts as Vi mentioned something she hadn't expected. \"Wait. *Really?* You didn't know? Fuck... That's actually pretty validating, man. I-I appreciate it, stupid as it might sound.\"\n\n▪︎ For a few moments, pride, acceptance, and the enthralling feeling of gender euphoria blossomed within, lighting her eyes up like they rarely shone, her lips curled into a small yet genuine smile, softened by the unintentional validation. This was the life, and she could get used to it. Looking off at an overhead mirror in a corner, she saw a slightly warped version of herself staring back, bent by light's mysterious ways yet peering back, fierce and proud and flustered and so goddamned *Happy* That her legs were bouncing without any intent on her end.\n\n▪︎ Maybe being sent to Sweden was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Maybe. It felt like it in the moment.\n\n◆ \"Anyways, man... Gotcha. That's a shame, though, that you didn't have friends. Then again, neither did I, aside from Oma and Anton, so... Least we have each other now. That's good, I'd say.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Thank you-\"\nIf you think that Vi looked starstruck when she looked at Margo, you'd be right, but it was nothing in comparison to the pure, unadultered joy emblazened on her face when looking at the melty cheese toastie in front of her.\nIt seemed directly out of her taste, it was hard to imagine Violetta having opinion on any food at all but.. Alas here she was, practically drooling at the sandwich in front of her.\n\nShe immediately picked up the sandwich as soon as the waitress had walked off, nodding as she took a bite into it.\n\"Yeah, this is super new information- you're rocking it though, as some might say. I've read about trans people before but... To nobody's surprise, russia isn't very openly diverse.\" Violetta noted with a tint of discontent.\n\"I never thought about it much but... It's pretty fucked up, if I'm honest.\"\n\nVioletta looked over to the mirror in sync with Margo, smiling stiffly, but genuinely.\n\"Admiring yourself?\" She teased, looking back to Margo, taking a sip of her cola- it was nice to see the other enticing girl like this, genuinely sorta happy! Violetta's hands tapped at her glass to a uniform beat, esteeming the girl beside her with a half smile.\n\nShe's snapped out of... Whatever it is she's thinking about by Margo's next words.\n\n\"Yeah, i love my sister but i just.. She was having such a better time than me and it made me upset with her a lot i guess. But i have you now- and hopefully more people at the cradle at some point?\""
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"message": "◆ \"Yeah, can say that again, I'd imagine.\" She scoffed. \"I've always felt like I wouldn't be safe in Russia since, well... I'm transitioning but I'm also trying to keep my muscular form up, and also generally dressing more masc than the norm for women. Feel like that'd *Really* Hurt some egos.\"\n\n□ Chuckling, she took a bite of her sandwich, muscular and partially bandaged hands wrapped around the bottom of it. Still looking up at the mirror, she let the smile slip away after a few moments, but she still saw a lot of what she wanted to be looking back: bright hair, brash fashion, blunt tongue, brute strength, berserker hands. But, she also still saw lingering parts of her old self she'd left as a husk in the closet, and this negativity weighed her down as much as the gender euphoria lifted her up.\n\n▪︎ Such was the tumultuous nature of being young and trans, she'd come to learn over her short yet informative life.\n\n◆ \"Just caught a glimpse of myself looking back. Old self, present self, future self. One of these days I'll put my old self to rest, *For good.*\" She took another bite, chewing slowly and letting one of her legs softly bounce even as she felt shame gnawing away at her throat. \"But, I'm sure you'll make more friends, man. Most of the people I know here's through the Intranet, so... Maybe lurk there more. God knows I'm borderline terminally active there.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Lots of injured egos in russia, I'm fairly certain that's what we're known for.\" She jested, her voice dripping with just a hint of embarrassment. I mean, she never liked russia, and she didnt exactly love korea either, but it was far more luxurious than the confines of such a timeless place as the region she was forced to call home.\n\n\nBut.. When did she start thinking sappy stuff like that? She blinked aggressively to air out her mind. Over it.\n\n\"Have you considered poetry? Your words are always so artistic\" She supported her head with her hand, one elbow resting on the table, holding up the uncertain face that looked at Margo with uneasy adoration.\n\"And it's a good output for emotions.\" She paused\n\"Or so i've heard-\" Unsubtle as ever, she clumsily smiled, looking to the side. She totally does poetry yall...\n\n\"Ah yes, the intranet- seems like an alright idea but... It's hard to keep up with a lot of people on there- Amelie seems to enjoy recieving Soup photos however..\""
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"message": "◆ \"Heh, fair.\"\n\n□ Chuckling, Margo took another bite of her sandwich. Oddly, she hadn't dipped her sandwich into her soup; was she even aware? Or did she have her own reasons? Whatever the case, a few nervous yet comfortable moments passed by, butterfly pads on stomach lining and busy bees in the chambers of her heart-hive. She could get used to it, being a host for all these emotional colonies, of which her only regret happened to be that she couldn't feed these bugs to Cosmo when he deserved a snack.\n\n▪︎ Weird train of thought. She snapped herself out after a few moments.\n\n◆ \"I have. I occasionally jot down ideas, but I've been slacking as of late.\" She casually spoke, taking another bite and groaning softly as the egg's yolk burst in her mouth. \"God, that's fucking delicious... Jesus Christ. Anyways... Amelie seems to love all the pets here. She loves Sadie a lot though, I've noticed, actually, and most of the time I post pictures of him because I know she'd love to see him doing his thing and being cute.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "And Violetta was that of a beekeeper, scraping away at the love honey from the hivemind of an organ that Margo calls her heart. Such a honey was a rare kind though, and Violetta was honoured to get ahold of it so easily.\nShe didn't question the strange sandwich habits, and was more impressed that Margo is able to have more than just a snack for lunch; however, Violetta isn't exactly known for her large appetite by any means.\n\n\"I see... It's peaceful is all.\" Her hands fidget with the toastie in grip, another bite getting taken out of it\n\"She's close with a local stray cat, right? I'd always wanted a kitty, they're adorable.\"\nShe closed her eyes, a carefree smile of esteem towards the mere concept of cats crossing her mind.\n\n\"Sadie is adorable too though, is it a family thing?\"\nSmooth criminal."
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"message": "◆ \"Yeah, uh... Cake.\" Margo hummed. \"Cake's honestly pretty cute. I've seen her around once or twice, black cats are... They're kinda tragic, in all honesty.\"\n\n□ Tragic was definitely the right word. As she knew it, black cats tended to be glossed over by almost everyone in shelters; bad omens were believed to follow in their wake, so they languished in shelters across the world. Cake herself might have even been one such specimen, and while the thought tugged at her heartstrings something fierce she also knew that the little darling was at least being cared for. Whatevs. Taking another bite of her sandwich, patches of red and pink dusted her face like Valentine's sugar cookies, the compliment landing on its feet and directly outside the gates of her brain.\n\n▪︎ She chewed a few moments, then swallowed.\n\n◆ \"I-I think it rubs off, yeah.\" She replied with a laugh and a slightly awkward tone, setting her sandwich down and picking up the soup spoon she'd been given. Scooping up a spoonful of the soup, she gingerly slurped it up just in case it was still burning hot; turned out it wasn't. \"Sadie's the cutest little thing, Cosmo is... Handsome? And I'm just a dyke with magic powers. Funny family we have going on.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"My mother had a black cat, i remember vividly seeing her every time i visited at christmas... I don't know what happened to her, but she hated me for some reason.\" She fondly remembered the fussing cat and nodded\n\"She was probably a rescue.\"\nAnd apparently, according to her younger brother, every halloween wass a disaster to have to hide the cat from any absurdly superstitious people out with bad intent\n\nToying with Margo was proving to be entertaining; the other girl is sweet and so so charming- in the dorky sort of way, the clumsy, awkward romantic way that she'd always been so invested in as a child- while she wants to say that Margo was haphazardly wrapped around her dainty finger, but it was a rather mutual thing, each little thing that the redhead did made her breath catch in her throat in surprise.\n\n\"Don't undersell yourself too much, you've got magic powers after all, you say it like its nothing at all.\" Violetta stated with light encouragement, putting her toastie down to take a sip of her coke.\n\"Anyways, lizards are adorable, but i think one fussy and spoiled chinchilla is enough for me\""
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"message": "◆ \"Or maybe she just didn't like kids.\" Margo commented, all too familiar with pets who hated little humans. \"I know one of my uncles state-side had a border collie – no, fuck, he had two of 'em and an Australian Shepherd – and one of 'em just wouldn't come inside while there were guests. I guess Buddy hated kids, and maybe your mom's cat was like that. Pets have their own personalities; wonder if one could even be homophobic...\"\n\n□ Clearly joking, she laughed for a few moments at her own waffling speech, off in a hundred different directions yet still leading to the same location no matter what. Taking another bite of her sandwich, she lazily chewed while Vi kept on talking, the gay archivist in her head keeping tabs on everything of note with her friend's voice; vocal quirks, tics, stutters... Anything, really, that'd fall outside of the norm, and set her apart.\n\n▪︎ As if the scars weren't enough.\n\n◆ \"It basically is nothing compared to a lot of people at the Cradle. Woo, I can see infrared, I can see this, I can see that, but ultimately it's just sight. It's unimpressive. People like Ares or Owen have physically impressive powers, Uriel and Matti are terrifying in a mental way... All I have is a funky eye.\" She calmly lamented, fingers curled around a soup spoon full of cream of broccoli. She raised it to her mouth and slurped it down. \"Anyways... Yeah, fair, man. Fair... If I had room I'd die for a gecko of some sort as well, but myself and Uri's room is already stuffed to the brim with shit; basically no room.\" A moment of silence passed. \"Did you get to pick your room, outta curiosity?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"I suppose you're right, it was sort of easy to tell me apart from most children though\" Violetta tilted her head side to side, going back to her toastie.\n\"I was... Aloof i suppose? Maybe I'd be less fucked up if i played with a barbie or something, who knows\"\nTruth be told, she was glad to be casual around Margo. Around other people, Violetta had a habit of being pent up, uptight, stressed out and overwhelmed, but Margo was just so... Calming. She was like honey on toast or a golden sunrise, a sense that it's okay.\n\nShe watched how the sun from the window kissed Margo's skin and almost flushed, her leg bouncing up and down and her chest tightening a bit.\nHow did it take her this long to realise the beauty of women, man? Her voice trailed off, it tended to do that at the end of sentences- she was in fact notorious for her muttering and mumbling.\n\nLooking at the food in front of her accomplice, it occured to her that Margo was quite lucky that Violetta had a crush, because that cream of broccoli... Looked gross to her- of course she was bias because of her love for carbs and hate for green veg outside of peas, but man the texture...\n\"Honestly? My powers kind of suck, like if i wanted to kiss you again, i couldn't dramatically cup both my hands on your face without giving you a migraine, though the hallucination power is... Pretty fun, if i had the confidence for mischief.\"\nShe explained, going pink faced around the middle at mentions of kissing- it was merely an example, yet.. Her lips tingled a little bot and her brain asked herself for a hand getting out of rhe gay gutter it just collapsed into.\n\n\"Really? Uriel sounds like one of the better people to room with... I did choose my room- i chose a single because i tend to sleepwalk, and in case my roommate would be messy\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Felt that.\" Margo chuckled, the spoon clinking against the rim of the porcelain bowl her soup had been served in. \"Because, erm... When I was five or so, I got roped into a bet. It was something between myself, Ben, and Holly, and we challenged each other to climb something tall. I... Don't remember what Ben climbed, Holly climbed on top of a parked city bus for precisely three seconds before the driver shooed us away, and I scaled up onto a traffic light. Turns out, the wind's fucking nuts up high like that, and I got blown off. Nearly died, but a police officer fuckin' snagged me out of thin air with gravity magic and passed it off as an act of God, and in the kerfuffle my eye cleared up. For reference, my left eye was clouded over from birth until that shit happened. Really marked me out afterwards, but thankfully I was always the best fighter in the class, so... Fuck 'em. One of 'em called me a fag once and I broke his jaw so bad he was mute for six months and had to eat through a straw, so.\"\n\n□ Almost like badges of honour on a sash, Margo casually – no, fondly – recounted how her powers awakened, and how viciously she flattened anyone who tried to make a conformist example out or her in childhood. It was the truth, and she could have regaled Vi in childhood stories for *Hours,* But it didn't seem like the right time to just be gabbing endlessly about her oddly coherent memories of youth so she shut her mouth. Shut her mouth and let Violetta talk, letting every word dangle off her earlobes before they worked their way in.\n\n▪︎ And, now she knew some interesting things about Vi. *Interesting.*\n\n◆ \"I'll just double dose some Advil, I'm not a coward.\" She playfully scoffed, this utterance tinged with hints of nervous hesitancy and cool confidence; teenage romance perfectly encapsulated. \"But for real, I see. That's pretty cool, even if it gets in the way of... Well.\" Margo gestured with her hands, looking both at Vi and behind her, splotched face red from cheek to cheek as she vacantly picked a point beyond her as if it'd hide the fact that she was staring. What a dork. \"Y'know. Also, Uri really is a good roommate, but they're... Honestly too housewife-y at times. Is that fucked to say? Like, I love them like a sibling, but they've got absolutely no spine, and it kinda worries me. The world isn't gonna be soft beyond the Cradle. Anyways, I guess I guess i'll keep that in mind. For the future, obviously...\"\n\n▪︎ About as smooth as a random chunk of asphalt, Margo Killjoy."
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Ben and Holly- like the cartoon characters?\" She tilted her head- a reference to one of the only kid shows she had ever really watched was bound to come up at some point- that reference being to Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom. Was it intellectual? Not at all, but it entertained her enough for her to go out of her way to sneak watching it behind her ever surveillant father's back.\nHer hand twiddled some dark hair around her fingers, a small smile coming on at the anecdote.\n\"I'd like to have seen the look on his face- i never had to put up with bullying, thankfully- there's no doubt i definitely would have, being wasian in russia and autistic... But i was home schooled, so not all hope was lost for me... And if i go to uni and get bullied there then i would have already won, because that's plain pathetic.\"\n\nHer fingers moved to the rim of her drink, circling it in thought, meanwhile taking note of Margo's staring- the other girl was so good at making her feel show stopping somehow, the way she stared sometimes made her wonder if something was different but no- same old, same old.\n\nShe snickered.\n\"Well, problem solved then, you'd be fine, the migraine doesn't last if i remove my hands, though it is an annoyance- i wish my powers were a bit less harmful- sure, hallucinations can't hurt but they can fuck people up, disorient them.\" It was endearing, the way Margo desperately tried to make it look like she wasn't staring; Violetta tilted her head to the side, making eye contact for a moment with the obviously Very slick girl\n\n\"I get what you mean, i've never properly met Uriel but i know the type; selfless to an unhealthy attempt, way too focused on making sure you're happy that it's just a bit uncomfortable at times?\"\nHer own description of Uriel almost made her feel a bit bad about what she's saying- was she coming off rude? She hoped not.\n\n\"Oh it sucks, i used to sleeptalk too like.. I would scream in my sleep, but i think i stopped a little while back\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"Huh?\" Margo paused, a bit thrown off by Vi bringing up some sorta cartoon. \"Nah, my siblings. Ben's my younger brother, and Holly's one of my older sisters. She's behind bars right now... Fucking idiot. I don't understand why she'd roll with a *Gang* Of all people. I get that, er... Being wealthy is also pretty boring, but there's about a million other ways to feel alive than cooking crack in the family microwave and acting like it's a science experiment for school.\"\n\n□ A mix of emotions laced her voice, but the most prominent one was confusion. Even now, three years later, she didn't exactly understand why her sister had done the things she did. Gangs were predominantly impoverished or destitute black folks who fell between the sewer grates of society directly into the gutters, so what the fuck had a shockingly wealthy white girl been doing with the Bloods? It made no sense, and thinking about it left Margo with a pulsing vein of frustration in her neck, so she tried her best to focus back on Vi. It was for the best, then, lest this date run a repeat of her date with Esme, where the door of the bathroom stall had nearly met its end.\n\n▪︎ Good thing Vi was enthralling in a way she hadn't experienced before.\n\n◆ \"I mean, yeah, but fuck... If you get bullied then swing back. That's the only language those assholes know.\" She casually replied, scooping some more soup into her awaiting maw. \"But, I getcha. Your powers are... They're cool and all that shit, but man, it also sounds annoying. Intimacy must be a nightmare...\" She remarked, looking away and at the wall. \"Also you're right. They're frustratingly obedient and placid and it just... It worries me. One of these days they're gonna meet someone who doesn't understand them, and they're gonna get ran the fuck over, and then blame themselves. I just... Worry about them.\"\n\n\"Also, night terrors?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Oh, i see...\" Well that was embarrassing, but she shook it off- saving the thoughts for tonight when she tries to sleep and thinks of every embarrassing mixup shes ever made ever. Like when that girl with the big purple hair looked like she was gonna high five Vi, but was going for the person behind her- embarrassingly, she had responded.\nShe shuddered a bit, her brain back onto the conversation.\n\"I mean... It's a smart coverup, surely?\"\n\nAt least Vi never had to worry about her half sister doing anything like that- purely because she didn't care. At all. In fact, she thought, a bit of rebellion would probably do the girl some good.\nAs for her brother... The kid's an angel, she knows he isn't up to anything outside of his turtles and skin routine.\n\n\"Yeah, i usually just move my hands elsewhere but its a little awkward you know- but hey, it's hardly the end of the world\"\nShe nodded, Vi had had to come up with these sort of solutions, she had tried with one finger up, fail. She had tried other places on the body, successful but inconvenient.\nThere was an attempt on wearing thick gloves too but.. Even if that had worked, it would sort of ruin the moment, surely?\n\n\"Mhm... It's good they have you though, you seem to really care about them; that's good, friendships like that.\" She hummed, finishing off her coke with a content smile and a drum of her fingers against the table.\n\n\"Yes, something along those lines. I'd never remember them until i was 16, i would just wake up thinking i was going to die. If anything I prefer remembering my nightmares, since they're so bizarre i can use that to ground myself. Though nowadays they're less... Paranormal based, I suppose.\""
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◇ Margo couldn't help but snicker.\n\n■ \"Vi, she was cooking *Crack rock cocaine* In the microwave. She had an eight ball of coke and all the shit she needed to turn it into rock right next to her. She could have ripped open the gates of Hell and brought Armageddon on us and she'd have still received the beating of a liiife... Oh, yeah.\" Suddenly, her voice fell from humorous and hyperbolic to quiet and almost nervous, as if she'd unintentionally dug up some nasty memories. She fell completely silent, and for a few good moments all she did was nod and hum along, albeit with a gaze so distant it was like the horizon had erupted in her eyes, staring out over a vast ocean and seeing something nobody else did.\n\n▪︎ She felt terrible, but... The memories kept flowing back. She needed a moment.\n\n◆ \"I'm... Gonna go have a smoke. I, er... Dug up some really painful memories just a moment ago.\" She spoke, her voice shaky, uncharacteristically soft and vulnerable; almost scared, even. \"I'll be back.\"\n\n□ Scooting herself out of the booth, she walked fast, and with good reason. The mere mention of what had happened to Holly in the immediate aftermath of their father finding out she'd been making drugs in the family kitchen of all places had brought back bad memories – *Painful* Ones, welts on skin and black eyes and forced smiles for cameras – and she knew she needed a moment to settle her thoughts and shove her trauma down. So, as she stepped outside and fished out a smoke her hands shook, and her mind raced, yet she held herself together. Puff, exhale. Puff, exhale. Puff, exhale. Before she knew it she'd chained two cigarettes together, and subsequently tossed both butts into an awaiting disposal bin.\n\n▪︎ Stepping back in with a distinctive *Ding* From the bell above the door, she walked back over to Vi, and was clearly feeling less frazzled and downtrodden.\n\n◆ \"Sorry about that. Mind letting me back in?\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "Whoops,\nVi sensed she had accidentally hit a nerve- of course not something new to her, but... She did feel a little bad that it was Margo now- she knew that similar to her, her father was no stranger to... 'getting physical'. She reminded herself that the conversation was sorta just swerving in that direction, and in the moment of just wanting to *Talk* For once, she sorta slipped up a bit. It happens.\n\nAll that and she couldnt help but blush watching Margo leave, just sorta the way she handled herself, her movement and nerdy suave... Violetta shook her head- deciding to set some ground rules with herself.\nThose being \nA) avoid discussion of family\nB) avoid discussion of microwave crack cocaine\n\n\nSo she sat, and waited for Margo to return, and perked up like an abandoned puppy when the girl was back. Unsure of how she felt about smoking, Violetta was at least glad that Margo looked more pleased than she was when she left.\nThe shorter girl moved out the way for Margo to shuffle through.\n\n\"Of course, apologies for bringing back any uh... Shaky memories!"
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"message": "◆ \"No, no, it's... Fine.\" She spoke as she slid back into the booth. \"You didn't do anything wrong, Vi, I just... Let my mouth fly, and it came back and slashed my chest. I promise, alright?\"\n\n□ She may have been a lovey-dovey teenager in the first throes of a crush, or whatever this situation was, but she could tell that Vi had been silently blaming herself. So, as she reassured her friend Margo also gently – albeit awkwardly – ran her thumb along her cheek, and pressed her other fingertips up around her jaw and the other cheek, humming softly. After a few nervous moments where her heart felt as if it were about to tear a hole in her chest and go for an excited jog she let her hand drop, and in one smooth motion popped the final bite of her sandwich into her mouth.\n\n▪︎ Thankfully, she'd finished most of her meal before she had to dip out to settle her mind, so it wasn't like she had much else to focus on.\n\n◆ \"Anyways... How was your lunch, man? Because fuck, mine was good.\""
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"message": "She nodded quietly, refraining from a cheesy comment about Margo's 'way with words' that Vi felt would just feed into the other's ego, as cute as that concept sorta was.\nThe short girl smiled subtly at Margo as she slid into the booth, their hands slightly brushing in coincidence caused a silent intake of breath, and a fuzz of red to spread across of her face. \n\n\"Got it... I do that sometimes too- it's weird human nature, i suppose?\"\n\nVioletta watched Margo's precise hand movements with the focus of someone that was genuinely intrigued with every inch of the other's movements, each patch of lighter coloured skin on the other girl caused a small flutter to batter against her ribcage.\nThat was... Enough admiring for one day- soon Margo might catch on, or even worse, start teasing her!\n\nShe perked up at the question.\n\"It was good! I only used to have food like that when visiting my mother, so that's a plus. You have good taste for diners for sure.\"\nGay ppl are real... <3"
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"message": "◆ \"Guess so, but man... It fucking *Sucks,* You know?\"\n\n□ Speaking with a chewed-up wad of food squirreled into her cheek, the hand she'd had pressed up to Vi's cheek lay limp on the table, as if she was planning on going home and keeping it close to her chest until sleep took her later on. It was innocent, in a sense, barely fitting of someone as stone-faced and defiant as herself, yet here she was, about to chop her hand off and stuff it in a glass case full of formaldehyde so she'd never have to wash it.\n\n▪︎ What a *Nerd.*\n\n◆ \"That's good, though. I assume your father was like mine, too lost in his wealth to eat like a normal goddamned human?\" She casually remarked as she sipped her tea, having neglected it so long it was actually dangerous close to being too cool for her liking. \"Also, shit, I'm from Brooklyn, baby, comes with the territory!... Not really. Anton's from there too and the fucker still swears by Subway. How he eats that garbage is beyond me...\" She grumbled, though humorous in tone. \"I know there was one spot back there... Paul's, I think it was called? No, Pauly's. They had the best goddamned rotisserie chick – actually, it wasn't rotisserie chicken, it was rotisserie lamb, if you can believe it – and holy fuck, Vi, they'd douse it in this spicy cumin lime sauce, and that was the kind of sandwich that'd change your life. So good. Wonder if Pauly's is still doing it...?'"
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"Yes, as does the human psyche in general. Do not dwell on it.\" Violetta longed for Margo's hand back on her face, but she bit her tongue, instead looking down at the appendage on the table longingly for a moment.\nShe searched her head for any sort of witty remark, but yet there was nothing outside of something plain cheesy and clingy- so her mouth remained zipped, her attention begging for something else to hone in on, just so she doesn't get too overzealous.\n\n\"Yes, sometimes when he was out on business trips, my stepmother would try to bond by cooking something with me- I almost regret pushing her away so much.\" She shrugged, i dont remember if she'd finished her cola yet or not. I'm gonna say no for convenience sake- and on that note, she got to just sipping at that, soaking in the moment and the other's sweet like sugar words.\n\nIf you were in Vi's place right now, you wouldn't be able to fight a smile too as Margo got all enthusiastic about Brooklyn and the food and something as simple as spicy lamb sandwiches. The petite girl definitely looked entertained, her head swaying every now and then, and her crooked smile laid out on full display as she comprehended and smoothed through the other's words.\nA quiet laugh escaped her mouth at the 'holy fuck, vi', her eyes squinted as her cheeks moved up in the smile.\nThis was nice. Far more genuine than anything she'd experienced in the past.\n\n\"Jeez, i doubt they'd change it if it's as good as you sell it as... There was this place- i visit my mother at Christmas and birthdays and- we'd go to this street vendor that did the best Hotteok on the planet, and ppopgi- some call that dalgona, it depends on the place- but i go so often that the man knows me and my brother by name; even though it is... A little strange to have a very european name in south korea\"\n.\n\nShe could ramble for ages about home- like.. ACTUAL home, not the large house with restricted access, the small house in korea where her room has posters and a loving mother, and her limited drawers had a few toys and magazines scattered around- while they get no use, it reminds her that she was once innocent"
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"author": "birch4184",
"message": "◆ \"I see.\" She shallow nodded, chin barely moving yet moving just enough to be perceptible. \"Then again... Stepmom? I can't say I blame you. I know if *My* Mom had stepped out of my life for whatever reason and some other woman tried to step up I'd have pushed her away as well. It's just... Losing parental figures *Sucks,* But maybe we shouldn't dwell on it.\"\n\n□ Echoing Vi's sentiment towards father figures as she spoke, Margo took another sip of her tea, bandaged hands wrapped gently around the porcelain cup in her hands. Warm, but not overly so... Tepid and murky, sediment lining the sides. Whoever had made the tea had apparently punctured the bag while doing so, and now she could see the evidence. Whatever. Another sip, and the slow arc of eyes fixing themselves at Vi as she spoke about dalgona, and her experiences in South Korea as at best a technical national.\n\n▪︎ What a life she led.\n\n◆ \"Yeah, I'd imagine it's got to be weird being the only South Korean in the city with a European name.\" She hummed, hoping she wasn't coming across as insensitive. \"Like, I dunno if Korea's as xenophobic as Japan, but if it is then... Fuck. You must have got a lot of weird looks, huh? I'm looking into universities over there and already I can tell I'm going to have to make a lot of changes just to not be ostracized.\" Though she laughed, a pang of apprehension hung off her every word. She didn't *Want* To have to wear contacts, or dye her hair black, or try to act as naturally Japanese as possible, but given the country's track record... What else could she do? \"Hotteok's good, though... Fuck, there was a place back home that did them during the summers, and it might have been quite a walk, but... I'd say it was worth it. Kinda like this meal... Speaking of which, you good to go? Day's young.\""
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"author": "theodejaneiro",
"message": "\"I think the age difference just weirded me out a bit. In my defense, it is weird.\" She rationalised, tilting her head from side to side decisively in the moment. It was a common thing that she had become accustomed to- young women that looked positively dazzling- like movie stars or models would accompany some gross old men coming to her father's meetings, for example.\n\nIn hindsight- she can't tell if she genuinely found it weird as a kid, or if she just thought she could treat those women better than their stanky 50 year old husbands could.\n\nVioletta's cola was soon finished, which was a sad revelation to have to face- but she'd... Probably get over it. She toyed with the straw absentmindedly \n\"I mean, I usually get by just fine, I still look korean at least a bit so... Other than kids staring at my scarring and people recommending me moisturiser, it shouldn't be too much of an issue. I've actually never been to Japan, i don't think I ever will, you'll love it there though- if my hypothesis of you being a secret nerd is correct, anyways.\" Vi stretched, leaning against Margo for a moment in the process.\n\nShe sighed lightheartedly, standing up and dusting herself off with a subtle smile.\nYes, something about hanging around with Margo truly was magical; her heart skipped a beat when even a second of contact was initiated, her skin turned red at each compliment and she felt herself in the throws of what she felt at first for Konstantine- but... That was a thought for Later!\n\n\"I am.. Ready\" :) She flashes that same, dorky crooked smile at Margo, and despite how fake it always looked, it didnt take a genius to realise she WAS pleased\n\"Let us embark\" She stared at Margo's hand for a second, eventually looking away.\nShe'll ask to hold that outside.\n\nAnd thus, they were off and gay rights are real."
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