“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” – GS.

With an alien interviewing our four humans about sex, things were bound to get a bit interesting.  It was their reactions that left some red faced…others with a blood nose.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Co-written with Chor, Temp and VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With all that was going on, and everyone speaking at different intervals with their own pieces of the puzzle, plus some unwanted attention from inquisitive alien fluffy thing, Tommy forgot what he was. The reporter side of him would have been scribbling down everything being said, including the incredulous tale of the alien and how Isolde and Frank happened to meet her. Instead, however, he felt Elissa’s hand rest on his. Just by this subtle movement beneath the table was enough to take Tommy’s attention off the others in the room, and focus on the girl at his side. He could see in her eyes that there were traces of fear. It was unmistakable. The last thing Tommy ever wanted Elissa to feel, was like that when in his company. This really brought out the protective streak in the reporter, and he showed her that same smile he had earlier, as though he didn’t want her to forget that he was here for her….and her alone. A light squeeze of her thigh would also let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere. Work…could wait.

But back to the trio with their apologies, and stories. First of all, Frank – who was looking like a kid in a lolly shop every time he glanced at the fluffy tail that was swinging back and forth behind Princess Xillia. Tommy was still mad at Frank, and even more annoyed that he would even consider taking his life.

“You’ve got a son, man. That kid needs a father. Don’t ever do something so selfish like that ever again.”

“Tommy…”

“No, you should have told Elissa why you were going, the fact Isa called you. Not leave her hanging like you did.” There was a gruffness in his voice, as you could clearly see, that he didn’t like Elissa being upset, and she had made that abundantly clear.

“Elissa….Tommy. Really, I am sorry. My head was in the wrong place.”

“It was firmly wedged up your arse.”

“Point taken.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment, before you could see that they had an understanding. Hell, Tommy would walk across fire for his friend, but he cared for Elissa too much to not want to make it plain that he thought Frank needed to grow up. Or at least start taking responsibility for his actions. He’d been babied long enough over Rory.

While Tommy read Frank the riot act, he may not have noticed but the detective was moving closer to Isolde. At one point he put his arm around her and he almost looked embarrassed when she tried to take the fall for what really was his fault. He really couldn’t fault her. To him, Isolde was perfect. Even if she was wearing Missy’s hoody. She sure as hell rocked the white soccer shorts a lot better too. Frank even leaned back to check that ass again, only to draw back fast and then smile at her, like…“No…I wasn’t just checking out your tush.”

Once Elissa explained more about how they met Xillia, or Princess Fluffy as he liked to call her, Frank nodded enthusiastically. “She’s more friendly than my ex mother’n’law’s cat. Though…I don’t quite get her interest in you two having sex again.” Frank then realized what he had said, and his face when beetroot red, as Tommy glared at him menacingly.

“I swear….I don’t know how she knew. Not like you guys reek of it. I mean….sure we saw the big pash when we arrived.”

“FRANK!”

“And….time for me to shut up.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, but then he noticed Elissa was pinching herself. Wondering if this was all a dream. He leaned in and said. “This is too weird to not be a dream, El.” The reporter glanced at the Kitty girl who was again hopeful for an encore. He just shook his head. Not in a million years would he ever entertain the idea of having an audience. What he and Elissa had was so very new and to him, very private.

With Elissa presenting on paper what she wanted to say about how she understood that the two – Frank and Isa just so happened to stumble upon the Fluffy Princess with voyeuristic tendencies. Elissa used bigger words, but everyone got the guest of it. Frank nodded slowly, still trying not to put his foot in his mouth again. He’d done quite enough of that. As the note went around with her introduction, Tommy coughed slightly and added. “Tommy Xo. I’m Elissa’s boyfriend.” he shot Elissa a quick look followed by a wink, then back at all the others. “It’s official as of now.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Xillia continued to bounce her eyes back and forth between the four humans curiously. Some of their phrases didn’t quite make sense to her, but she tried her best to understand them. Everything she had learned about humans was clearly not sufficient. She hoped that these humans would be kind enough to help her understand. The one thing that was making her confused was the woman named Elissa’s method of communication. Unlike the other humans she had encountered who spoke their words, Elissa wrote hers down. Why was that? And why were these two males being so rude to each other? What is a boyfriend? HOW DO HUMANS MATE!? It was all so frustrating! There were so many things she wanted to know, and so many things she wanted to see. “I’m pleased to meet you all. I do hope that I’m not being an inconvenience.” She knew that she had interrupted Tommy and Elissa’s mating ritual, but she hoped they wouldn’t hold it against her. “I am very interested in learning all about you humans, and am especially curious as to how you breed! Can I perhaps witness it? Examine your bodies? I mean, do your methods mirror mine? Do you have the same parts as me? Ohhh…I’m so very curious!” Why was she so curious about how humans ‘got it on’? Well, it had to do with the fact that mating was a celebrated thing among her people, and was a big part of the culture. So it was natural for her to have that sort of thing on her mind. Though, these humans probably wouldn’t understand.

 

VunG:  Elissa wouldn’t bother attempting to communicate as Tommy tore into Frank, or at least let him know what he thought of his intents and gave voice to her own concerns. The most she did was nod meaningfully to the child and ‘firmly wedged up your arse’ bits, managing to strangle off a smirk at that thought. Hopefully the detective got the point between their comments and concern… because while she was still mad as hell with him, she also still cared about him and hoped that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

Of course, just as she thought that, she noticed that Frank seemed to be putting on the moves with Isolde. She didn’t mind the fact that he was doing it so much as she found the timing wildly inappropriate… well then again Tommy and she just fucked while there was blackmail material on their table so she supposed she wasn’t one to judge. Still, they were smack in the middle of a knock-down, drag-out meeting. With… a perplexingly horny “alien.” Yeah, unlike Tommy she wasn’t quite as put-off by Frank’s mentioning it, but she definitely found herself frowning as she tried to figure out what to do about fluffy there. Because she wasn’t acting like she was actually perverted, or at least near as she could tell, more like a really over-excited puppy trying to find out what its owners were up to. Didn’t make it any less awkward to think about, her cheeks still red as she realized how badly they’d been caught and how much maneuvering they’d need to do to wiggle out of the alien’s grasp. Tommy’s comment about it being a dream certainly got traction on her, and she scoffed a little in response, but wouldn’t show any special response until Tommy’s proclamation of them being a couple. Despite how sudden it was, she was fine with it, and winked back with a smile of her own.

When the alien began babbling on about wanting to see mating, Elissa promptly pinched her bridge again and wrote out a response, briefly scratching out a word as she went, looking up at Isolde and Frank with exasperation before looking to the alien. She couldn’t bring herself to be mean to her… though she was still cautious about her… and her absolutely ridiculous request. She wasn’t quite as shy as Tommy, but she still wasn’t anywhere near interested in exhibiting herself off for someone else; this was something between two people and she was pretty damn sure that neither of them wanted to do that. Eventually she finished and passed it. ~Xillia isn’t an inconvenience. We had been [something scratched out] not quite mating, just showing affection. At least when you came in. You simply came in suddenly and with Frank, whom we’re a little angry with, if you can’t tell. And you two, if she’s this fascinated with human sex, why have you not put on a show some porn for her?~

Razorbackwriter:  Watching Elissa scribble down what she wanted to say, Tommy leaned in for a better look. He smirked when she scribbled out part of what she was going to say, and in a way he was glad she did. The reporter really didn’t want to have their sex life becoming the talk of the conversation, especially with the overly curious Fluffy princess – who had not given up on her quest to see some human mating rituals. Xillia had been more than upfront with her desire to not only watch them mate, she also wanted to examine their bodies. Tommy reached up and clutched his collar, pulling it together as though she was going to undress him. Even at the offer of…“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” which brought a dropped jaw expression from Tommy.

It was when the part on the note suggested that Frank and Isolde show Xillia some porn, that Frank snapped his fingers together. “Great idea. Tommy, you got your lap top?”

Oddly enough, Tommy did have one in the side flap of his sports bag. It was for work purposes…usually.

“Yeah. Are you going to show her….”

“Porn? Sure, why not. Isolde and I aren’t…well, we haven’t…I mean don’t get me wrong, she has a great body….”

Frank and his foot. Frank with his foot in his mouth. Tommy shook his head. “Frank…get the lap top.”

The Detective gave a small salute, releasing his hold on Isolde and going over to Tommy’s bag to retrieve the lap top. He carried it over to the table nearest Xillia and opened the top. He started it up and then went straight to Google.

“Okay. So…uhm Xillia. No one here is really keen to give you a floor show, so this is the best next thing. Many human males like to use this, when they are home alone. Normally with lotion. I’ll explain that part later.”

Frank then tapped in a few more keys and found a wonderful porn site.

“This is a good one. More realistic. I use this….I mean, I heard about this one at work.” Frank’s cheeks flamed as he continued to make gaff after gaff. Suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of people going at it hard core. Wild moaning, with bed spring noises and some saucy music. A couple on the screen were doing it doggy style, and Frank beamed at Xillia. “This is a favorite way to mate. Do they do this on your planet?”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Xillia tilted her head back and forth in curiosity as the humans debated something. Apparently they wanted to show her something called ‘porn’. She had absolutely no idea what that meant or what it was, but if it had to do with human mating then who cares? She clapped her hands together excitedly and her tail wiggled back and forth frantically. It was clear that she was happy about this ‘porn’ thing. She was sure to wiggle her massive body closer to this ‘laptop’ device once she saw it, but she wasn’t sure how such a simple looking device could show her humans mating. It became a lot more clear to her what the device was once it was powered up though. It was clearly a computing device of some sorts, the likes of which were completely primitive in comparison to her own peoples. Still, if it could show her what she was so curious to see then who cares?

She scooted even closer to the table and leaned forward, putting her face quite close to the screen as this ‘porn’ stuff appeared. The sight she took in was apparently a human mating ritual, full of interesting sounds and movements. It was actually somewhat similar to how her people did such a thing, but did they all have the same parts? She leaned back and looked down at her chest, then over to Elissa and Isolde. They both had bumps on their chests like her. “Oh how interesting this is! Though, my people insist on the female being on top, as we are the dominant ones!” She nodded her head a few times rapidly in a proud fashion, clearly showing she was happy with who she was. “I am still a bit curious about something though..” With that, she went ahead and placed her hands on the top of her gown, which was basically just above her chest, and pulled it down. Her chest was completely exposed, and now that it was she turned to look at the females. “Mine are very soft, but bigger than the female in this ‘porn’…are yours similar to mine? How about you two? Are these things important to human men?” Of course, she turned her body so that the entirety of the room was able to get a clear view of her large ta’ta’s. They were actually quite similar to the human females, but they had some scaling on their outer edges. She was a rather fluffy creature indeed, but she was more like a strange reptilian creature than a feline.

 

Chor:  Isolde, even a woman of science and great composure and standing, felt an immense heat spreading over her cheeks at the mention of her body in regards to both it’s attractiveness and being used as some sort of observatory show for the princess they’d been brought here by. Neither of which she was sure she was comfortable with. Now they were to show the creature pornography, the great and unrealistic sex ruiner of the internet? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but if it pulled her attention off the mating of the four human beings in the room, Isolde was more than happy to comply. Still, she thought her collection of documentaries she technically pirated from National Geographic might serve her better. Then, the unthinkable came from Frank’s mouth and Isolde practically choked. Oh my stars… she thought, what did he just say? Isolde tried to ignore it

It was comforting to know that the alien’s culture was Matriarchal; god know this one could learn a little about respect from them. They were definitely a lot more open than humans, it seemed, and this became far more evident as the creature completely exposed her breasts. Oh, this was one for the history books. Whilst many might turn away, Isolde couldn’t. She might get an examination out of her yet. The skin was scaly, yet she was also hairy, a very interesting combo. Figuring hse knew best about the human body, Isa answered her.

Yes, our breasts are composed of adipose tissue. In fact, in fetal development, the Y chromosome which determines the sex as male doesn’t kick in until later so essentially we all begin as women. It’s why males too are born with nipples. I suppose they are of import to some males more than others; and some females more than others,” Isolde spoke quickly and matter-of-factly, hoping the girl caught what she was saying. She often found herself repeating her sentence in a remedial manner when engaging with others in the force. It was truly tedious.

 

VunG:  Wow, Elissa really didn’t expect that part of her suggestion to work out, actually. She had said it mostly jokingly, thinking that they would think it as her just giving them a hard time for bringing a horny alien into her home. Still, she supposed that if nobody in their group was exactly eager to give it a go in the alien’s sight, then she supposed that this was the best thing that they would get to that. Of course, even this didn’t stop Frank from making a fool of himself, and as he proceeded to attempt to compliment Isolde like a nervous teenage boy, she facepalmed and leaned forward with a soft sigh. Well, at least it was out there rather than him keeping it buried and trying to chat her up like he thought that he was going to get a nosebleed if he wasn’t careful… because if he kept on like that he’d probably get a nosebleed from a totally different source.

When he went on to explain what it was, Elissa would immediately snort at the implication that only males pleasured themselves to porn, snickering in the background of his continued explanation. Oh Franky, darling, you know absolutely jack-shit about women. How he got a wife was a mystery to her, kind of like the fact that Goofy has a kid. As the distinctive music picked up, she would sit back and roll her eyes, waiting for the alien to get her fill, still holding onto Tommy but at this point she was pretty much convinced that this was either a dream or a truly elaborate practical joke.

And then the alien went on to ask about breasts and flashed them all hers… which were proportionately rather large. Elissa just sighed, neither fascinated nor repulsed by the display, at his point just finding it bizarre that she was going on about this to such a detailed degree. Of course, she was just about to start writing a response when suddenly Isolde launched into her tirade, jabbering on about the biology of it: biology being the only subject she was in danger of flunking in school. To her it sounded like Isolde was speaking Latin. After a brief blinking, then looking back to the alien, then to her… weirdly fluffy scaled tatas, she continued her message. ~In short, they’re probably similar. Some women have very large breasts, others barely have any at all. From what I understand, men vary on which they like, though in general yes they’re quite important.~ At that point she would look over to Tommy and sign to him with a sheepish smile, (Mine aren’t too small for ya, are they?)

 

Razorbackwriter:  It’s a strange thing how the women reacted to the alien fluffy princess exposing her breasts. Isolde went right in and explained the biological differences, the ins and outs of anatomy of that part of the body – with a lot of big words that were taken straight out of a text book. Isolde was a scientist after all, and so her reaction was to be expected. Right? Okay, so then we move to Elissa, who simply sighed. Would this mean she was going to need a dozen or so post it notes to convey her feelings about the female breast, and the differences like Isolde had done? Not really. she kept it pretty much neat and tidy. Summarizing the fact that some women had large breasts and others had smaller ones.

As to the men’s reactions. Well, its not every day that a female, alien or not – flashes their breasts so willingly. In New Orleans women do it for beads, in the strip clubs they do it for money. But this weird and curious alien just happily raised up her frock and….TAH DAH!

Frank started clapping. Rocking back and forth with a big cheesy grin on his face.

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Tommy….well, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand he had Elissa asking if her breasts weren’t too small for him. Then on the other…A great big fluffy…scaly set of enormous knockers that were almost able to poke his eye out. He didn’t know whether to run…or…fap…or…hold up a score card.

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He blinked as a small trail of blood came out of his left nostril.

“Oh…yours are just perfect, hun.”

 

~RB~

 

 

“Let’s Party!” – SS.

 

For the crew of Hell’s Kitchen, the Masked Ball of Greed turned out to be a fizzer before they could even get in the door.  So, what do you do when you are all dressed up and no place to go?  Throw your own party!

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The roar of the roadster could be heard coming up the cobblestone drive of Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory, with the scent of pizza and garlic bread wafting from inside the car. The horn beeped twice, as the Doctor shut off the engine. “Well, wasn’t quite the night I had hoped, but this…this is my kinda after party. Pizza and twister!” Yes, the crew were going to be in for a night of fun till the wee hours, eating Mario’s pizza and playing that family fun floor game Twister.

From inside the lab, Igor came running out to see that the roadster was back. He was a bit curious as to why they were back so early. The Doctor who had already gotten out and was making his way to the back of the roadster to hand Loc the 50 or so pizza boxes, laughed loudly when he saw Igor’s gob smacked expression.

“Master….what happened? Why all the pizza?”

“Because my ever faithful humpy. The Greed Ball was a Ball room Blitz. In every sense of the word. We were locked out, and then everyone ran helter skelter out into the town. I dare say that Greed is going to be closed for renovations for some time.”

If the Doctor was at all upset about the whole thing, he didn’t seem it. Passing Loc five pizza boxes at a time. Loc was very agile at managing to juggle the towering boxes of pizza. The Doctor went to open the doors for Roxanne and Narcissa and sung out. “Don’t leave the garlic bread in the car…you know how much it can stink up the place. Ah ha ha!”

Once the girls had the sides, the bottles of soda and garlic bread, the four would all head inside to have a good night after all.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne had been slightly disappointed by the Ball being a bit of a letdown, but she really didn’t let it show. She had remained happy and cheerful throughout the entirety of their trip, singing and dancing along in the vehicle along the way. Keeping everyone in good spirits was important, especially when they had something like Loc with them. She made sure to keep him entertained and happy with the things he liked most, boobs. Thankfully, that was rather easily accomplished thanks to her outfit. They were practically popping out already!

Everything was saved from disaster though, thanks to the quick thinking of the lovely Doctor. It would be a private pizza party! Food, booze, dancing, singing, stripping, who knows! It could all happen! She was surely to keep lively and skipped about happily, not minding Loc’s precision aim on her bouncing betties. Once they were all situated and had all the items in place, she clapped her hands together in excitement. “It’s party time everyone!” She went ahead and blew on a party confection, which made a silly buzzing sound. It would be wise to make the best out of this little party, or at least that’s what she felt she should do.

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s disappointment faded rather quickly…almost as soon as she had situated herself in the roadster, she had planted a permanent grin on her face. Her mood remained giddy while she listened to Loc and Roxanne having fun, her bodacious boobies keeping his eyes glued and smile big. With their finally getting back to Hell’s Kitchen, they had bought tons of pizza; all of which she would gladly eat if nobody else did. Narcissa was like a bottomless pit, and she wondered if Loc would be the same way. Completely excited upon exiting the car, she laughed at the good Doctor’s jokes and puns. Nodding her head while the two girls were told to carry items themselves, Narcissa gladly took as much as she could carry. The nurse’s statement about it being time to party granted the monster a laugh, squealing in excitement while they were all shuffled into the place. “I’m good at Twister and pizza!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Good Doctor held the door open for each of his crew to pass though in turn. Roxanne and Igor, and of course the creation Loc with the mountain of pizza along with the squealing Narcissa – who declared she was good at Twister and Pizza. That earned her a right cheeky smack on the backside as she was the last to enter the Laboratory. As the Doctor was about to go inside, he turned over the “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED DUE TO PIZZA PARTY” (aha) and then closed the door behind him. He strolled in and whipped off his top hat, tossing it without even looking and landing with a light spin on the hat rack. Talk about marksman like aim.

There was a long table in the recreation room, along with a fifties style juke box and a bar. Everything the crew needed to have themselves their own fancy ball. There would be dancing, there would be horror – if Igor tried to sing along. Oh the night was still young. The Doctor was still wearing his mask, and as soon as Narcissa set down her pizza boxes, he would slam his fist down on the top of the juke box, as a record swung over into place.

Music filled the room, along with the outdoor party lighting all bursting into colour. A disco ball dropped down from the ceiling and started to rotate – sending flashing lights all over the room. Wilhelm pulled on his tie and it loosened slightly, giving him a very roguish air. He may not have been a Prince of hell….but this man knew how to party.

“Let’s party like it’s 1969!….Babies!”

The Doctor reached for Narcissa’s hand and twirled her around the room.

Loc already had a mouth full of pizza and was leaning his head on Roxanne’s boobies…..The creation was in heaven. Igor was trying to lay out the twister mat, and every time that the Doctor and Narcissa swung past, he got knocked flat onto the mat.

Oh what a night!

 

 

~RB~

The eyes have it – BC.

Right in the heart of the city, Joel and Selina find themselves in a whole lot of trouble, as Tallulah tells them what to do.  Will it be too late? Scene setting: The Council HQ – Blood City. Co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

As the paper was moved across the table toward Joel and Selina, Joel took out his reading glasses and placed them on so he could better understand the text. It was a very floral way of writing and harder to read than more modern text. Ava managed it without problem, but discovered that there were two family names with both owning vast amounts of estate. It was concluded that at some point, the city was actually two villages. Joel mused over this finding, unaware that the name Steiness had any significance. The small plushie, that had been silent up till now – decided that this was the time to finally become animated. Leaping from the small girl’s arms and yelling obscenities of how if they didn’t knock the girl out they would both be fucked. A swearing plushie? Joel fell back in his seat at the sight of the yelling cat doll. “Knock the girl out?”The teacher would never hit a child, especially not in a public place like this. Joel jumped up from his chair and shot a look through the glass panes that gave those outside the reading room a chance to see in. Oh this was bad. The teacher then made a grab for the plushie, to try and shut it up. It was only as he lent across the table, did he see Selina’s eyes changing colour. It was like before at the Peach cafe, and when she was losing control. Joel had been able to calm her then, but he didn’t know if he could do it now.

“Ava….hit her!” He cried out, while still trying to scoop up Tallulah.

 

~RB~

 

Gene:

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When Selina mentioned the name, Ava turned to her. “Do you kn-“ “Ohh boy…this ain’t good.” She did a double take, looking for the source of voice. Had her toy just spoken? Ava stared at it; Selina was once again successful at blowing Ava’s mind. If anything, she wouldn’t have expected a toy to start talking. When the toy jumped onto the table, Ava recoiled, falling back onto her chair, just as Joel did. Even though she wasn’t focusing on him, a minor thought lingered in the back of her mind: at least he seemed as shocked as she did. Joel hadn’t reacted much – in fact, he might have come across as emotionless – to the other things that were revealed about Selina. The reason why was still a mystery to Ava. Perhaps he… No, it was too absurd to even fuel the thought. As if she was in a horror movie, Ava jumped when Joel leaped up and went for the toy; he was far quicker thinking than her. It was when the toy spoke once again that Ava finally looked to Selina. She hadn’t noticed the girl had gone silent. But, it wasn’t what she was focusing on right now. Her eyes; they were stained a bright red. If Joel hadn’t repeated the instruction Tallulah had given, Ava would have just sat there, and amazed at what was going on; whenever she did a spell, her eyes never transformed into another colour. “What? Oh,” This time, it was Ava who pounced up from her chair; it didn’t take a genius to realise red-glowing-eyes always symbolized something bad. Ava was just too fascinated to concentrate on the consequences of Selina’s current state. The only thing that would have sufficed to render Selina unconscious would have been the book in the box. Instinctively, her hand moved to the book and the book moved to her hand, Ava took hold of the book, spun on her heels and with as much strength she could muster, struck Selina across the head with it. Ava wasn’t a strong individual, so it was most likely it wouldn’t do the trick, Ava would raise her hand to strike the girl again, but then a better method came to her head. Shifting her glance to Joel, the papers on the table and box would blast into the air; Ava attempted to obscure Joel’s vision. After using the telekinetic move, she’d try to grab Selina’s hand and whisper, “Somnus,” (Sleep spell) If the spell worked, Ava would do her best to catch Selina if she fell.

 

Temp:  Selina had not reacted to the words of Tallulah, Joel, or Ava, and instead remained completely silent. Her body was void of motion and her expression was blank. Tallulah on the other hand was flailing about like crazy as soon as she was picked up by Joel.“OYE! Put me down you stupid human!” The plushie was not very fond of being picked up by random people, but at least the two humans seemed to be responding to her warning. Selina stumbled to the side as she was bashed with a book, but it didn’t do much else. Thankfully, Ava was able to use a spell to put her asleep. Her small body immediately lost it’s ability to stand and fell into Ava, who would hopefully assist her. Tallulah looked between the two and sighed in relief when she saw that Selina was no longer conscious. “Woah man, that was CLOSE! Good job human.” Once more Selina was prevented from awakening, but how successful would they be next time?    

The Maze of Greed – Part Six : SS.

 

Chancing upon the human who was also a prisoner of the maze brought out Mariela’s good nature.  Of course the girl needed help, but Scar and Mariela needed to get away.  Would they assist the girl, or did they have something bigger to worry about?

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Artie and Dessy.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Against Scar’s better judgement, he fell in behind Mariela whilst she started to do an introduction of sorts to this bleeding mess of a human laying on the ground. In a way, it was nice to see her take charge the way she did, but the fact she kept telling Scar to shut up made him slightly miffed. After all, in his mind he was only just trying to help.

“I’m Mariela, a witch. This is Scar.”

“A nightmare.” Scar said with a tip of his hat. Well, he was a nightmare demon, so he was close in his introduction. Scar kept his eyes skyward however, rather than have to see another angry glare from Mariela, while she was trying to convince the girl that they were of no harm. “We’re trapped here just like you. We have no intention of hurting you. We want to help you.” There she went with the Florence Nightingale approach. Scar, was more direct.

“Did Raul hurt you?’

There, he asked the big question. If the girl had been a victim of the Warlock and knew his name, then he would have no choice but to assist in helping the girl. Course, the girl was not really in much of a state to answer that. She had just dropped the blade, after trying to find out what day it was. Perhaps she had been out of it for some time.

“Near midnight, Saturday eve. The Night of the Greed ball.” Again, these would give Bandit clues as to how long she had been in the maze. He was starting to wonder if she even knew she was in a maze. Bandit wanted names, but Mariela had already offered those. Was she hard of hearing? Using his hands, and with an animated face he said.

“THIS…IS…MARIELA!…SHE…IS….A…WITCH!” He signed this as he raised his voice as thought she was deaf.

“I’M SCAR!….LOOK….LET THE WITCH….HELP YOU.”

Whether she would or not, remained to be seen.

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  “A nightmare.”

This caused Mariela to reach over and smack Scar once again. “That’s not helping!” she spoke, but turned her attention back to the girl. Once she dropped the blade, she didn’t hesitate to run over to the girl’s side. She knelt down next to her on her knees, looking the girl over. She opened her mouth to speak, but Scar had already asked. This caused Mariela to give a tilt of her head towards him. “Raul? The warlock that gave Lydia the mirror?” she mouthed, but looked back down at the girl. “I don’t know how much my healing can help you. But it’s worth a shot.”

But then she turned her head to glare at Scar. She was tempted to throw that dagger at him, but didn’t. “Will you be quiet and come help me?” she asked. “I think she needs water.” She looked back at the girl, assessing the damage. She held her hand over the girl’s body. Her healing would only help her a little bit, at least to not be in so much pain. But the girl would need a lot more than that to help her, but what she needed they didn’t have the maze. Mariela would try her best.

Mariela ran her hands over the girl’s body, trying to heal whatever she could and trying to stop whatever pain she could. “I’ll try and heal you, but with how injured you are I don’t know if it’ll do much except lessen the pain only a little bit.” she spoke. “I can’t help you anymore than that, at least not here in the maze. It isn’t exactly a “medical” place.” she said, looking down to the girl. “Can you try and tell me your name?” she said, looking back over as she tried to heal as much as she could.

 

Artie:  The “healing” hurt perhaps more than the actual cuts, Bandit giving a strangled gurgle that would otherwise be a growl of pain. Her hand shook in agony, the little markings on her fingertips closing in a painful itchy fashion. Bandit would look at Mariela and bare her teeth, in pain and somewhat hostility, though not directly aimed at her but more the pain. As she healed, only slightly, the dryness in her throat subsided to enough that she could speak. “You can call me Bandit.. And yes, I know that.. Scum.. He put me here.. He.. He put this collar on me and I can’t get it off..” She would reach up to it, attempting to get her fingernails underneath the harsh fabric but to no avail… “Help me.. I think he’s been controlling my mind with it.. I keep seeing things, I don’t know what’s real or what’s fake.. I was forced to..” As her mind suddenly began to recall the Red Velvet club, she swallowed, her voice fading. She felt no need to say more on the matter.

“Greed.. I’ve never been to Greed.” Bandit mumbled, looking down at her hands as they now went to the dagger – though she would give a faint cry at trying to pick it up due to the pain… Though, with a shaking arm, she’d tuck the weapon back into her boot.. “I can’t walk.. I can’t feel my legs.. Oh, god! I can’t feel my legs!” The numbness of her body was overtaking her. Her arms felt limp and heavy. Mariela had healed Bandit’s pain, but in the lack of pain was no feeling at all. Of course, it wasn’t that she was paralyzed.. It was simply that she was so heavily damaged that she could only feel the pain, and without that pain.. Nothing.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Mariela was slap happy. That was how Scar saw it. Scolding him and now physical violence. He held a gloved hand up to his cheek and grumbled under his breath for his troubles. So much for helping. The young witch had obviously learnt a bit from Lydia, or so it seemed. The alp zipped his lip and instead of doing anything further, he simply folded his arms indignantly and turned up his nose at the whole scene. Let her help the tragic human, he thought as he let her set to work.

“I think she needs water.”

Scar simply shrugged. It was not like he was carrying any water on him, or even knew where the nearest fountain was. It was a maze, after all. Mariela was soon learning that this girl, Bandit – was in fact a victim of Raul the Warlock. Scar was right. Course, she had told Scar to shut up so many times, that Scar refused to say another word, merely running his pinched fingers along the line of his mouth as though he had zipped it, and threw an imaginary key over his shoulder.

Mariela’s healing powers were doing more harm than good, if the cries and gurgles were anything to go by. She twitched and shook violently as the magic did its job, but it wasn’t enough. Hearing her growl at Mariela was enough for Scar to roll his eyes and that look of “I told you so.” was plastered all over his face. The whole…goody two shoes gig was really not his bag.

The girl’s name was Bandit, and she had been left in the maze by Raul with a strange collar fastened around her neck. It had markings that the Alp had never seen before along with glistening, sparkling jewels. It must be worth a pretty penny. As to what it did, well, the girl seemed to think it had something to do with mind control, and hallucinations. Scar rubbed his chin as he thought to himself. She could be the Warlock’s property, if she wore his collar. Maybe she had disobeyed him, and this was her punishment. Mind you it looked like she had taken a right beating.

When the girl had tried to put the dagger that she had drawn on them, back in her boot, she started to scream that she couldn’t feel her legs. The magic had somehow brought about a paralysis. Not that Mariela would have known this. Scar turned away for a moment and then mouthed a few obscenity s so that Mariela couldn’t hear him. It was one thing to be lost in a maze created by Lydia. It was quite another to somehow drag this helpless girl to safety, when he wasn’t sure where that was anymore. The alp took his hat off and raked his gloved fingers through his disheveled black hair.

Snorting under his breath, he turned back to Mariela and then handed her the hat.

“Place it on the ground, two feet from the girl. Then….I want you to spin it.” The Alp was giving her instructions on how to use the hat. “You then take the girl’s hand and jump into the hat. It will get you both to safety.”

The Alp wouldn’t take no for an answer.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  When the girl started showing signs of pain, Mariela flinched. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would hurt you.” she said, cursing herself. She looked over at Scar, raising an eyebrow. “So now you’re going to be stubborn and not talk at all?” she said. Mariela looked down when Bandit spoke.about Raul. “So the warlock is the cause for everything, it seems.” she said, more to herself than anything. She looked down at the collar, running her figner over it as the girl begged for help and talked about how he thinks he’s mind controlling her. “I wish I knew a way to get it off, but right now, I don’t.” she spoke. “I’m sure there’s a way. There has to be.”

She looked up to see that Scar had this “I told you so” look on her face, and it caused Mariela to just stick her tongue out at him. When the girl started panicking about not being able to feel her legs, Mariela looked down with a horrified expression. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I don’t think your paralyzed… something must have happened with my healing, and I’m sorry. We’ll fix it, I promise. Right now, we’ve all gotta get out of here.” she said, biting the corner of her lip.

She looked up when she was handed Scar’s hat. Hearing him speak, she frowned deeply. “No, Scar.” she spoke, defiantly. “I’m not leaving without you.” she then spoke softly, still holding the hat. She was being stubborn again. Scar wouldn’t take no for an answer, she knew that – but she wasn’t going to leave without him. She refused to leave without him.

 

Artie:  Bandit looked back and forth between the two – lovers, maybe? Her eyes fluttered a bit as she gazed away and at her legs.. She had her own problems to deal with, not to be in these two lovebirds’ feud. “Raul is a manipulative bastard.” Bandit gave a slight growl, moving her hands to massage her unfeeling legs. “Why don’t we all just use the.. hat.. wouldn’t that make more sense?” She held skepticism in her voice, unsure of exactly what a hat would do. Then again, this was hell. She could expect that something even as seemingly ordinary as a hat could contain some magical value. “But.. never mind that.. Is there any progress on a possible way out?” Bandit raised a brow, wondering if the two had thought of mapping it out as they went along..

“Every maze has to have an exit, right?”

 

Razorbackwriter:  “No, he is not the cause of everything.” Scar said in an exasperated tone. The real culprit behind everything was Lydia. At least that is how Scar saw it. The Alp watched as Mariela stared at the collar that was around the human girl’s neck. The jeweled collar was charmed, and done for a reason. It was not the kind that had a lock that you could prize off. It would be magically sealed. The only way it would come off was in a place where magic didn’t exist. Again, they were going around in circles and Scar had his reasons for earlier offering Mariela the hat. She knocked him back then….and she was refusing again now. Damn her for being so …so stubborn. Scar’s lips flattened as she said that she was not leaving without him.

It was then the girl on the ground appeared to have all the answers. She had been snarling about how Raul the Warlock was a manipulative bastard. He must have been to get that collar around her neck in the first place. Scar and Mariela knew nothing of this girl. To add to that, Scar’s intel about Raul was limited. He had only overheard them twice, but it was enough to piece together that he was bad news. Even worse than Scar himself.

“Why don’t we all just use the.. hat.. wouldn’t that make more sense?”

Hearing the human ask why they all couldn’t use it, Scar smacked his lips together and turned his head sideways and then cast his eyes down to the ground where she lay.

“Because….there’s no coming back.” Surely Mariela knew what that meant.

The alp pulled away from Mariela and moved a few step closer to the girl on the ground, before crouching down to her level. He made sure that she could hear what he was going to say.

“Unlike you….we are creatures of this world. Going through that hat strips us of who….and what we are.” Scar was a part of that. His magic….everything. He was more than willing to send Mariela into it, if it meant her safety. For him though, it meant something else. Scar started to get up, when the girl asked about a possible way out of the maze. That was when he said something that he knew would probably scare Mariela to death.

“Oh…there’s an exit.” The Alp put his hat back on and tapped it twice. An eerie smile played on his lips.

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“You’d have to defeat Lydia.”

 

 

~RB~