Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain : Shattered Dimensions.

Terakus -The Destructor’s Domain 

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The building of this colossal residence and chambers of the Destructor began many centuries ago. Only finished within weeks of the awakening of the Destructor, it has been created to house some of the darkest magics ever found on Terakus. With over one thousand rooms, and catering to every whim of the Dark Lord Destructor, it is a fitting to tribute to the rise once again of the Anti-God; Gizora.

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Terakus -The Destructor’s Domain

A palace like no other. Towering turrets that shot off into the sky above – clearing the very clouds and dominating the landscape. The stone that was used in its construction had a certain golden fleck to it, that reflected the light of the three suns, and made it radiate even more heat than that which came from the underground caverns below the crusted rock. With large open air windows scattered in what looked to be a haphazard fashion, it actually allowed the air to circulate better than through normal means. The architect was either a genius or a certified whack job, but his skill had brought about the most amazing building in all of Terakus.

Getting out of the vehicle, which was now being driven off to the garages with the rest of the Destructor’s fleet, Gizora gazed upon the marvel of the tall statues that were much like massive gargoyles. Stone creatures that could be magically brought to life. Rock warriors. An ingenious idea for the front entrance. Passing beneath the monoliths, Gizora gestured with a finger for Charlie to follow inside. On passing through the opening double doors, the Dark Lord found himself in a massive foyer. Servants were in rows, all dressed in black and gold, bowing as Gizora passed them for inspection. Feeling completely at home, Gizora untied the robed that had been placed so carefully around his neck by Charlie and simply let it fall to the floor. With her bare bottom exposed, she swung her hips and went for the stairs. Time to find something more comfortable to wear. Giz knew that the Dark Lords would soon be at their door, to welcome Gizora to Terakus officially. There was much to do in the meantime, and getting ready was only one of them.

With a sexy laugh Gizora went in search of her closet.

“It better be big!” She sung out. No doubt Charlie would follow along behind.

Reaching the top of the second story, Gizora came to a long corridor with even more servants. There was clearly going to be very little privacy. Not that Giz cared. He was starting to enjoy this. Room after room of dark chambers, offices…and then it he reached it. Gizora’s private chambers. The doors opened to reveal opulence that would have any noble salivate…and it was all his.

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“Oh Charlie. It’s beautiful.” And it was. Opening the closet doors, there were racks and racks of clothing – many were for men, but there was a large selection for women (thank goodness) and Gizora waltzed in with a bounce to her step as she surveyed the many racks of designer clothes. Labels, names, shoes…accessories. Gizora was quick to pick out a red dress, feeling it better to dress up a bit with the possibility of guests real soon.

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Admiring herself in the mirror, she fluffed her hair and winked at her own image.

“Wait till they get a load of me.”

~RB~

 

Fu:

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” OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!! Your house is so sparkly, I’m going blind with envyyyy ~ ”

– Charlie began to slow down considerably as he observed home of his Lord ; staring , pointing , touching and screaming in excitement . His mannerisms at this point in time was similar to that of a boy who has entered a candystore for the first time , too much excitement to keep him sane ; but then again was he ever truly that ? As he motioned closer to her Charlie would find out that the robe she was wearing was on the ground ; so did that mean ? . . . Charlie spun around until he got dizzy trying to forget the thoughts on his head before realizing he would lose Gizora in the house if he didn’t keep up so he returned to chasing after her . It didn’t take too long to reach her as he began running to get close enough to hear her mention the closet while he was a few paces behind her and would reply –

” It’s the biggest ! ………….. I think ~ ”

– Charlie would say in a upbeat tone and then went unsure since he didn’t ever see it for himself but was certain it had to be at least impressive by his standards if anything . Nothing less then extraordinary for his lord , otherwise they’d pay for it with their lives for their lack of respect in reaching the ideal satisfaction of Gizora . Charlie would begin speeding up , running down the hallway with his hands up in the air as if he was a airplane soaring through the sky , motioning his shoulders up and down from side to side as he did. Once he reached the door just outside of Gizora’s closet he would stand right on the border of it and bow enthusiastically , doing so with too much spirit he had seemed like a kid trying to act like a soldier and failing hard at it. However due to the design of the building and the fact the area they were in was more or less close to vacant , the audible sounds of people approaching the area could be heard ; so it could be inferred that people were possibly on their way. Charlie would stare curiously at the direction of the nose while wondering if Gizora wanted him to go tell them to wait or to let them in .-

” Is the rest of Terakus ready to see youuuuu ? ”

 

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Was the rest of Terakus ready for Lucifer? It was the question Onryo had been asking himself since he had heard the news that Charlie and the other priests were preparing for the ritual. The dark lords had not been permitted to attend. Even if they had been, he himself likely would have declined the honor confusing such rituals tended to attract many powerful spirits that would come asking for retribution. In any case, it had been many hours since they announced the beginning of this dark sacrifice that had left Onryo unable to sleep and pacing so much amongst his chambers that one may believe the soles of his boots to wear away from the friction. He had even denied any food served to him from the small dark and bodiless spirits that squeaked in worry for him throughout the dark and empty hallways only lit with candlelight.

Onryo’s domain was a confusing place made up mostly of deformed and malicious spirit going through the motions as if they were still alive alongside outcasts and monsters. The sight of them would be frightening to anyone else that they lacked any other place to go. A neverending nightmare and labyrinth of strange sights. There was barely anything that could be considered alive there other than the dark lord himself. He had grown accustomed to that way of life since their master had gone away so long as to restore himself of the battles against Alteria. Onryo had come to eventually embrace his role, fighting to avenge the youkai that could not defend themselves from the humans and bringers of light that slaughtered them out of fear even though he was the one to be feared truly..

Such thoughts that consumed the dark lord of the comparison of long ago to now. He was not sure what he felt about this situation. Perhaps nothing at all expect to assume his role once more..or was there something there? Discomforting. Onryo felt he had lived amongst the dead for too long. His mind continued to roam in his pondering even now that he easily sat upon the large sill of a wide open window that offered a wonderful view of the dark swirling clouds encircling this place with shots of purple electricity veining out through the surface. He would not have been surprised if that was part of the magic of this castle as well that he could feel the powerful dark magics teeming throughout every crevice.

Having not yet been informed of their master’s arrival, Onryo continued to await them comfortably enough in leaning back to allow his heavy golden gaze to peer outward to the beyond with no visible emotion upon his features that were accenuated only by the feathered mask he wore. No one would think he was more magically inclined with the toned physique that lay wrapped intricately in layers of dark magician robes. Long tresses that ranged from dark purple to black flowed down his back that led up to similarly colored engraved horns that were notably scarred likely from the many battles before. Long slender fingers with long sharp black claw-like nails held a long kiseru type pipe. Moments passed that he brought this pipe to his pale lips to take in the delicious smoke from the silver metal end from before releasing slowly. Some form of tenseness within his form began to ease up.

Having been summoning to await the Destroyer, Onryo had not yet seen any of the dark lords. Some he had not seen for many years though he did not believe for a moment that anything dire had become of them. They had come to earn their status for a reason. It had been sometime that he remained there quietly amongst his thoughts in that dark place that eventually a demonic butler with the appearance of an old man couples with a black horns and pitchfork tail bowed lowly before making the offer to escort him to Lucifer’s chambers. Shifting to settle the pipe within a hidden pocket of his robes, Onryo nodded once in agreement to this. This was his first time setting foot in this place after all.

Standing to his full tall height, the demonic youkai stretched his limbs a bit before he had taken to following the butler with the heavy sound of boots tapping against the floor that alarmed those nearby that they were headed towards their location. They arrived at a luxuriously designed double doorway where his pointed ears perked to hear the voices of others inside but could not make it out exactly. A woman..? It could even be a mistress to his master. The butler came to knock lightly at the door to see if they were ready to recieve the dark lords. Onryo waited quietly, coming to lace his hands together in front. Perhaps that feeling of discomfort came that it felt like time was moving for him once again..

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Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain 

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“You know Charlie? I’m going to miss peeing standing up.” This off the cuff comment was thrown out as Gizora turned this way and that in front of a series of glass looking mirrors. Taller than the Destructor, who was now a lot smaller in frame due to his current sex. This was going to take some getting used to. Not to mention how his Dark Lords would react to the …change. But with all things there are some doubts and a lot of questions. Clearly, the reason for the switch had to do with Alterus. That was something that Gizora was going to have to look into. The red sheer silk dress clung superbly to the Dark Lord’s figure and he had to admit that it felt really good against his skin. It was a lot better to see him actually dressed, than romping about naked like he had before. Slipping into some stunning red stilettos, Gizora bent over to lace each one up, with her chestnut tresses falling forward to shield her face like a fine veil. It was at that moment that there was a knock on the chamber doors.

~KNOCK KNOCK~

“Presenting his Excellence the Dark Lord Onryo.”

The twin doors to Gizora’s chambers swung open, only for Onyro to catch a glimpse of what was the Destructor’s shapely silk covered backside.

“Already?” Gizora was not exactly ready and snapped back up, with her hair flying back. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder and instantly recognized the well dressed Dark lord standing just shy of the door.

“Onryo! Been a few years. Come in.” Totally forgetting that the Dark Lord night not recognize him like this. It was only when he saw his reflection that he paused and then beamed. “And before you say anything….It’s still me underneath….this.” He swept his well manicured hand in front of him like a model on one of those game shows.“Something to do with the genetic sampling….or…just that freaking planet where the Observer keeps his minions. I don’t know.” Yes, it was still a mystery to the Destroyer, but one he was going to figure out.

Gizora sashayed across the floor, very much like you would expect a woman too, and extended a hand to shake Onryo’s. It was also then that the Destructor could smell tobacco. Oh what he wouldn’t give for a cigar right now. The demonic youkai was of course much taller than Gizora, but he could easily see that he knew his place in the scheme of things by the way in which he held his body.

“I take it that you have met Charlie.” He gestured to the white haired assistant who had shown such exuberance in Gizora’s awakening. “Top bloke. A real keeper. Only one game enough to test my tits to see if they were real. Well, aside from me of course.” Gizora winked and then gestured for the door.

“A tour…that is what I want. And a cigar….maybe some brandy.’ Gizora marched forwards towards the door.

Yes….the MASTER was in the House.

~RB~

 

 

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[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core – Shattered Dimensions.

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When it began

There was only a blanket of dark clouds

As if it was a omen.

What did this bring ?

Nothing but a door .

Is that right ?

Absolutely not.

Welcome to the Second Dungeon.

Venture into the unknown to retrieve what rightfully belongs to you.

Requirements :

1. Grant must come otherwise the door won’t open. Other entree’s are allowed , however do they really stand a chance here? . .
2. Have a good pair of eyeballs. You’ll need the perception. .

 

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[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core 

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Can you believe that Grant ran…yes ran from the restaurant where he was about to have dinner with Kasumi, when he heard the voice that called out only to him.

? ? ? ” Come………. Come find me……….. It is your destiny to make me yours. ”

Grant had no idea what it was that had sung out to him, but it was his destiny, and although Grant didn’t normally pay attention to the voices in his head, this one was so alluring, that he simply could not resist the temptation. He had a vision, a vision of a grand door that was built into a rock wall many thousands of feet high. Carrying only his backpack and the two swords that had been gifted to him by the Queen, he was not exactly prepared for a quest, but that was exactly what he was getting himself into. As he ran along, arms flailing and babbling about how he was coming, Kasumi might have thought that Grant had lost his marbles. Well, that was how it looked. Surely she could not hear the voice, but she would have heard and felt the earth tremor as the second dungeon appeared.

The young comic con conventioneer ran on…and on till he had left the city limits and was now running through a field, that was between the palace and the last lights of the city. If he had bothered to take notice, a dark mist was rolling across the grasses, which gave this trek a much more sinister feel to it. How on earth Grant had so much energy to keep mindlessly running towards his goal would be beyond understanding, however, what called him had made a connection that defied logic. This wasn’t about fate. This was about destiny.

Soon the large imposing rock wall monolith was before him. It overshadowed everything, with two tall pylons that went up into the sky, featuring large gruesome statues at the top. Peering down at the man and Kitsune. There was a stairway that led to two ancient rock doors. Carved into the very stone face. Only one problem, there were no knockers, no bells…..no sign of how they were to open.

Approaching the doors, Grant finally bent down and placed his hands on his knees and started to catch his breath.

 

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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Main Theme: I’ll carry on

Kasumi was not, and to repeat, was NOT in the mood for anyone’s crap. The very fact of her ears still being flat on her head while she ran beside Grant, and the look of uncomfortable fear, gave an almost cuter look to her for once. Something that hadn’t been seen yet. You could tell the earthquake had shaken her up, and she wasn’t happy about that at all. Sure, she felt fine from the light now, that wasn’t the issue at this point. It was the fact she was mortally terrified, but she couldn’t let Grant go on his own. He might need the help of someone used to Illusions and other such things. Who knew what was in there, and whatever was in there wasn’t going to be super friendly. She knew that, but honestly. She didn’t give a flying care in this world. She had to watch out for the kid, especially now that he was going to get himself involved in a hell of a lot of trouble.

Kasumi kept up with Grant easily, but unlike him she was way, way more in tune with such a sinister feeling; the dark mist that surrounded the duo caused her fur to stand on end, making her shiver as she ran, only making her look even more cutesy and nervous. Which . . . hopefully didn’t give Grant any wrong ideas. Even with the physiology of a canine, Kasumi was far faster, stronger and more powerful than any dog. Surely this man could understand that much at least…. could he? How much anime had he seen about Kitsune? Hopefully enough to understand that they were nothing to really play with. Who really knew? She knew enough about the world to know that anime didn’t get everything right, but they got the fact that all Yokai are incredibly strong correct. Insanely strong. Maybe not so to everything, but even so. They were powerful, and they could grow stronger as they aged. Kitsune naturally grew stronger as they grew older and obtained more tails; and considering the fact that their abilities make them completely unpredictable makes it difficult for many people to take them on easily.

Kasumi slowed as they reached the doors, but definitely stuck right beside Grant. Nervous as hell and ready to bolt at any moment. Who could blame her though..?

 

Fu:  Abyssmal Core Gate –> Abyssmal Garden Maze

– The gate slowly opened , creaking as it progressively continued to reveal what laid within. It sensed Grant, and therefore it was content with the outcome , it creaked as it continued to open . How much further until it was over ? How much longer ? The inside of the door would initially shine a blinding white light but dimmered into a ghastly darkness , beckoning whoever stood at the face of it inside. There was no turning back here , clearly danger of some sort would lay inside. The two more or less would have to put their skills to the test . What skills would be most vital here? The entrance had a extremely strong suction that would pull them in instantly and once inside they would find themselves –

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– The two found themselves at the entrance of a maze with numerous pathways , and overhead they could see a large white light spiralling somewhere in the middle of the area . The numerous entrances into the maze were quite foggy, all of them were at differing degrees and something felt odd. Something weird. The entrances each gave off a different feeling and it was clear that this was also about luck of the choice , navigation and understanding . These paths were mysterious and lush nature covered some of the pathways and even the thoughts on how to proceed seemed difficult but thankfully a person appeared not too long after. It seemed this person was going to help them to some degree. –

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Seeker of the mask

Come forth and choose a path

If it is treasure that you seek

Look for the trail that the birds flee

– The Elderly person cackled and turned, walking towards one of the pathways of the maze before the figure itself collapsed upon itself and left only the robe and the orb that it held , upon inspections of the other pathways ; only one path : The left-center path held several bird feathers at the entrance . What was the choice these two will make ? –

 

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Abyssmal Core Gate –> Abyssmal Garden Maze

Like something out of a really cool questing game, or even a wicked old adventure movie, the great wall of rock groaned loudly. Bits of small broken rock tumbled down, as the side of the mountain was preparing to open its belly to the pair that stood before it’s doors. Having been totally consumed by the voice inside his head, it was only now that he realized that Kasumi the Kitsune had been right by his side the whole way from the restaurant. And to top it off she didn’t even look like she had broken a sweat in the run from town. It made him realize that the girl was not about to leave him to a possible dangerous fate behind those doors. For a moment, Grant wondered if he could live with himself if something happened to the Kitsune.

Light. Blinding enough to make the pair almost heed to turn their heads away as it was simply too dazzling for words. This was what welcomed the pair. “Woah.” Grant was one of few words when it came to something as marvelous and fanciful as what they were facing. Grant needed to shield his eyes, till the strong light started to fade. The inner power had now felt that the chosen one was finally here.

But before he could speak again, there was a vacuum like pull that occurred as the doors opened fully. This meant that Grant and Kasumi were both dragged into the massive temple like building. Their feet scraping along the ground as the power within brought them deeper inside. It was only when they were inside that the doors closed in behind them.

Grant spun around sharply. Trying to get his bearings, and also seeing that the doors were indeed shut tight. Trapping the pair inside. The only way to go was forward. What confronted the pair was a massive maze, and in the distance you could see the spiraling affect of a bright light at what might possibly be the center of it all. But which way to go? That answer would come in the shape of a being that approached Grant and Kasumi. Grant kept looking behind the individual, still trying to take in all he could about the maze. Lush and dark, it looked to house exotic creatures, if he didn’t know better. Like on some strange island. Only this was in the side of a mountain.

Seeker of the mask

Come forth and choose a path

If it is treasure that you seek

Look for the trail that the birds flee

Seeker of the mask? Grant wondered for a moment, and then realized that the elderly person was talking to him. Grant touched his chest to show he questioned that it was him, before lowering his arm and then taking heed of the first instruction. Come forth and chose a path

With multiple paths, it was a case of which one to chose, but the riddle continued that if it was treasure that he sought, then he needed to look for the trail that birds flee.

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The elderly robed man then walked into one of the other paths and collapsed in on himself, taking the orb with him. Like a guide, but one that only gave away clues, not clear instructions.

“Look for the trail that the birds flee.”

There was one, that had several bird feathers at the entrance. Now, if a bird panics and flees, they often drop tail feathers. it was not uncommon. Bending down, he picked up one of the feathers and then stared down that path.

“I’m going to try this one. Birds were here.” Motioning for the Kitsune to follow. Grant started down the left center path.

 

~RB~

 

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Kasumi was completely on edge, as aforementioned; though, as one might expect, she swallowed that fear and stayed next to Grant. Completely, and utterly, ready and willing to pick him up and bolt at the slightest sign of any real danger to his health. Of course, that’s when the doors began to open, and her hand flew back and gripped the handle of the nearest weapon she had without having to create one. Hirai Hime, the very weapon that her father had given her; a weapon that she held entirely dear to her heart as it was the last connection to him that she had. Without much thought behind the action, she drew the weapon, extending it and morphing it into its true state with every moment that she pulled it from its sheath; revealing a three foot long katana with a white blade and a white wire hilt-wrap. Her grip was loose on the weapon, letting its tip point away and out from her body towards the ground; keeping it out of her way whenever the duo got dragged straight into the place.

Kasumi too, just as well as Grant, listened to the woman’s words, only with less excitement and far more caution. Something that should have been obvious to anyone; but then again, Grant wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box when it came to things like this. Kasumi was actually looking back and forth between several of the paths, trying to discern a bit of information from them using her sight, smell and hearing but to no avail until Grant immediately said something about going down a path. While she had noticed the feathers, caution was ruling her actions at the moment, not her predator instincts; she was a sentient being after all, she did have a train of thought other than hunt, kill, repeat. Kasumi ran up to him, walking with him while speaking in an almost impatient tone of voice.

“Mister Taylor, are you nuts? I understand your excitement, but caution and common sense should be pr-“

Kasumi let out a sigh, cutting herself off at the beginning of a word. This wasn’t the time to be lecturing him, no; if they got out of this alive on the other hand…. Well, he was in for a damn good lecture from her. Kasumi looked up at him as they walked, keeping pace with ease while also giving him room to avoid hitting him with Hirai Hime, as much as she would love to give him a few gentle taps on the head with the back of the blade.

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“Never mind, enough of my own idiocy. God knows I’m not always the most sensible. What’s your plan then? Since you rushed in here like a madman.”

At that, Kasumi gave a small laugh, her head dropping before she looked back up at the man with a smile.

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“Let’s see what you can do, aye?” 

 

 

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District (2) – Shattered Dimensions.

 

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Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

“We shall.”

With the speed of her movement to wind her arm around Grant’s elbow and bring herself closer to him, Kasumi managed to again take the young man by surprise. He couldn’t help but stare down at her as she moved in so close. This must have been a cultural thing, for you don’t normally take the arm of a stranger. Grant certainly wasn’t used to it. But, he quickly regained his composure and began to escort the kitsune through the busy crowds towards one of the conventions restaurants, called “The Jolly Jumbuck.” A funny name but it was based on an old poem and had a large picture of a sheep that was baaing, illuminated in neon. It was an all you could eat restaurant, though that did have a fine print clause that you didn’t eat so much that you exploded.

Going up to the front counter, Grant asked for a table for two. The young pimply faced young man wearing the paper hat and cheerful smile handed Grant a tray with two plates, cutlery and two cups. “Go down to table 12 and we shall bring you out the complimentary break sticks.”

Thanking the young man, Grant tried to carry the tray, with Kasumi still threaded on his arm. Naturally, many of the customers were watching the pair come in, a few were whispering – much of it was about how cute Kasumi was. One young boy was egging to pull her tail. Children…

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Finding their table, they were seated close to where the long buffet bar was. A virtually smorgasbord of delights with hot and cold dishes, salads, all kinds of roasts, soups, pastas and of course a massive desert buffet with a ice cream vending machine. The variety of scents and smells were enough to make you salivate, and already there was something of a line up by the hungry patrons.

Pulling out a chair for Kasumi, after setting down his plate, Grant asked.

“Would you like me to get you a drink, while you go fill up a plate?’

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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Kasumi was actually entirely used to doing this, she had even done it with her brother… ahem. Father. Kasumi had to shake that subject out of her head, considering it was a slightly taboo… subject. She had done this with her father of course, but with her brother having gone missing long ago, she never talked about him. Nor did the rest of the family. Her only family left was him, if he was even alive. But anyway, not the point here. Typically, this wouldn’t be completely customary, in fact it was a bit different than what most would’ve done. Normally, in a country like the one Kasumi’s family hailed from, this might have been slightly rude to a stranger, however new places require amendments. Hence why Kasumi had a tendency to . . . do this. Once they had entered the restaurant, Kasumi almost immediately began to feel overwhelmed. She grew up for a hundred years as a fox for crying out loud, and even then her family was more traditional in the end. Her ears continued to flick, honestly avoiding saying anything about the whispers she easily picked up as though she was whispering with them. She didn’t see the young boy who was wanting to pull her tail, and if she had she would’ve pulled her tail out of his reach in an instant. Luckily they got seated soon though, which made things a lot better.

Kasumi looked at Grant with a smile, nodding at his question quietly. Normally she’d do it on her own, but it wasn’t polite to refuse a request from a gentleman.

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“Thank you, mister Taylor. I will take you up on that.”

Perhaps she seemed fairly out of place talking the way she did, but that was how she was raised. It was a bit abnormal, but her family had come from an older era than most. Feudal Japan wasn’t the kindest back then, and it was strict on rules as much as it was pride and honor. Two things Kasumi took seriously. She didn’t take long to really get everything together, going after the things she knew she could stomach, which meant a lot of meatier products. She did have a canine’s internal system after-all, corn and things like that didn’t agree as much. Even with a more human body, it didn’t always agree. Depended on what it was. Once she’d gotten to the table again, she sat and waited on Grant, letting him return before she started. Politely, and patiently. She’d embarrassed him enough for one day.

 

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Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

There were so many different types of food to try in this amazing little buffet restaurant. Grant had taken the liberty of getting Kasumi a drink from the beverage bar, and brought it back over to their table. It was as he was setting down the glasses, that there was a god awful blast of light, much like lightning smashing into the earth right outside the restaurant. It was enough to rattle the very panes of glass within the window frames and brought about attention from waitresses and patrons alike.

“Woah!” the young man was shocked by the sudden blast of light and even put his hand up to shield his eyes. What on earth could have caused such a thing? Taking a peek past one of the waitresses, he saw the arrival of a very large being decked head to toe in armor. Exquisitely made and so shiny. Wow, this convention went all out with who they invited. The pyrotechnics were amazing. Yes, Grant thought this was part of some Hollywood like show to give the convention goers a thrill. Had Grant known who it REALLY was, well, he never would have believed it.

“That must have taken a month of Sunday’s to make. Wow, I wonder if he works with the costume department at Burkett Studios?” So many questions and Grant couldn’t help but continue to marvel the armored man, as he entered the restaurant. The patrons parted like the red sea to let the man through where he was followed to his table by another man. Both had weapons on. Holy cow! Grant was a little awe struck by the whole thing. He had completely forgotten about Kasumi.

“Sorry I got so carried away. So, fancy some soup…or maybe you might want to take your pick of the salad bar?” He was not entirely sure what Kitsunes ate.

~RB~

 

Fu:  Rooftop Nearby

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-The male once more appeared , this time above a rooftop while gazing off into the distance . His mind and his posture had showed that he was here on a mission , not a simple traveler yet he did look like one . The male pointed his head upwards at the sky towards the white sphere ; Celestia as if being before God’s very presence. He kept his gaze up towards the sphere while his hands weaved in a pendulum-like pattern.-

” With my eyes I percieve the potential in your irregularity , with my brain I can imagine the possibilities , with my hands I will sculpt the path for you to take , with my heart I shall give birth to this new deceit . Come forth , Abyssmal Core

– A large rumbling sound could be heard by all and all shaken from the tremors , regardless of distance within Alteria . A Dungeon appeared within the walls , but only Grant could sense this place directly and get there without any trouble. As if a link was established. The dungeon was located in the fields between the palace and the rest of the city , but it was shrouded in a dark mist. –

? ? ? ” Come………. Come find me……….. It is your destiny to make me yours. ”

– The Purple haired male would smirk and walk away before uttering out a phrase once more before leaving the area .-

”And with that , the stage is set. The world is your stage , so get out there.”

Second Dungeon : ” Abyssmal Core ” Unlocked

The new Star Wars trailer that blew people away.

For as long as I can remember, I have been a fan of the Star Wars movies.  My first real love of Science fiction and space stories came from the very first Star Wars film.  Now, with the release date of the latest in the Star Wars line being announced for Christmas 2015, the first of the trailers has been released.  What truly is amazing is the sheer scope of love for the franchise.  From around the globe, people from all walks of life simply love the Star Wars tales.  For your viewing pleasure, I will post the actual trailer that saw Disney stocks rise by over 2 Billion dollars US.  (Shocking, I know.)

 

 

And this is a video montage of the fans reacting….

 

 

I have to admit, hearing Mark Hamill’s voice as Luke gave me goosebumps, along with seeing Darth’s helmet.  My favorite part however, was seeing Han Solo and Chewie again.

 

~RB~

Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire (2) •- The Enchanted Wars.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

There were few things that Nagos and Dracus ever agreed on. Both adversaries due to their distinct natures, it was actually very rare to see them both smiling about the same thing. Nagos acceptance brought Dracus to walk across the room and offer his clawed hand to shake – sealing the deal between the two. The King for once was actually happy for once, and on breaking the hand shake he sung out for his adviser.

“MORA! COME HERE AT ONCE!”

Standing just shy of the entrance, since she had taken care to be one step behind Rina; she entered the throne room and bowed before both of the great dragons.

“You summoned me, my Lord Inferno?”

“Yes…where is Rina? I told you to send her to the throne room when she returned from wherever the bloody hell she has been spending her day.” Dracus’s dark mood was going to return if he was not appeased. Mora noted this immediately, her eyes shifting from Nagos, whom she nodded in acknowledgement to, before looking back at her King.

“I have not seen her as yet, my Lord. I was on her way to her chambers when you called for me.” This was not far from the truth, but it would do for now. She needed to grant Rina more time to gather her things and read the note. The King snarled, marching over to the diminutive red head and staring down at her darkly.

“Then….go….get….her.” Each word said slowly and in a precise fashion. So he was clear on what he now wanted. Mora quickly bowed and spun on her heel, hurrying out of the room leaving the two dragons alone once more.

“So hard to get good help these days, Nagos. Course…you know that already.”

Mora hurried down the corridor, her skirts whipping up behind her as she hoped that when she reached Rina’s room, that she would have read the note and already fled.

If she had read the note in her pocket, this is what it said:

Dear Rina,

I can no longer protect you from your uncle’s wrath. I have received word that he plans to send you with Nagos off to the dark lands, a place where many go to die. It is ruled by Ethel, a black dragon and one you never want to meet. Gather your belongings, and take flight now. I hate to see you go, but it is for the best. There is a contact at the entrance to the Portal. His name is Wren. An old friend of mine. He will grant you papers to help you shield your identity on the other side and make it harder for Dracus’s spies to find you.

I am so sorry that I cannot come with you. My place is here, to keep Dracus distracted as long as I can.

Forever your friend,

Mora. 

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~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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Dear Rina,

I can no longer protect you from your uncle’s wrath. I have received word that he plans to send you with Nagos off to the dark lands, a place where many go to die. It is ruled by Ethel, a black dragon and one you never want to meet. Gather your belongings, and take flight now. I hate to see you go, but it is for the best. There is a contact at the entrance to the Portal. His name is Wren. An old friend of mine. He will grant you papers to help you shield your identity on the other side and make it harder for Dracus’s spies to find you.

I am so sorry that I cannot come with you. My place is here, to keep Dracus distracted as long as I can.

Forever your friend,

Mora.

Rina read the letter silently, her crimson eyes slowly having lost their glow as she did so, her anger subsiding and her effects on the surrounding environment finally beginning to fade with her anger; but that anger soon rekindled as she read yet again. Rina was slowly growing angrier and angrier with her uncle for putting More and her into this kind of situation like it was of no consequence, his damned tricks and antics were finally grinding on Rina’s nerves to the point that she wanted him dead. Dead and gone; but, the problem was, Rina didn’t have the strength to do it.

Rina let out a growl as she crumpled the paper in her hands and tossed it straight into the fireplace, taking a quick breath
before blasting a stream of flame into the fireplace through her mouth. After setting the note on fire, and making sure it was turned to ashes entirely, Rina immediately turned straight to getting her things together; considering making a small pocket of space in her Esoteric Flames in order to store them better and not weigh her down. Esoteric Flames are flames that are magical in concept, allowing the user to do more than just ‘burn’ things; which is what allowed her to create a single flame and set it on her bed, tossing clothes into it as fast as she could. She could always just remake the flame later, pulling things out as needed unharmed, which meant it was time to get serious about everything else.

Rina planned to change everything the moment she had the chance, and just as she reached the window, about to jump out with her wings spreading out behind her; she caught a glimpse of something left to her by her father before he’d died by “unfortunate circumstances.” The ring made of gold infused with flames underneath the surface, he’d given it to her mother before she died; perhaps not the most romantic of gifts, but the ring burned a brilliant shade of red underneath the gold, never burning anything but instead simply being the way it was. It was precious to Rina, and she couldn’t leave without it.

Rina darted over to the stand she kept it on, looking at it quietly before slipping it onto the ring finger of her right hand, taking a deep breath to prepare herself just before she heard footsteps. Not wanting to risk who it might be, the Draconian girl shot for the window, stopping in front of it just before jumping out, her wings flashing out behind her with a rush of wind; flames began to burn along her wings as she flew, using them to propel her at a higher speed with every flap, causing her to be gone in minutes. However, she really didn’t understand that whoever had come to her room as she jumped out…..

They would have seen her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

There was a bright flash. Oranges, reds, yellows. Marvelous to those that had not ever seen the draconian girl in full flight, but Mora had – and she knew by the unmistakable burst of light that the girl had read her message and taken heed of her words of warning. The royal adviser had missed the girl all by as little as thirty seconds, but it was enough. Mora entered the abandoned room. A slow smile creeping upon her face, but it was also marred by a certain sadness. Why should the poor girl have to flee the home of her father? It was all so wrong. Dracus who was blinded for his hatred of all things human, or even remotely related to them, could never see the beauty of the girl, nor the wondrous powers that she had inherited from her father.

Slowly, Mora crossed the floor of the room and stepped up to the window ledge where Rina had taken off from. Now her fate lay in the hands of others. Her friend Wren was waiting for the girl at the portal between worlds. Her only true hope was to leave this land forever. As much as Mora wished she could see the girl again, she knew in her heart that she must let her go. Her job was to keep Dracus from finding her. His wishes were for her to spend a lifetime of misery serving others, so he didn’t have to be reminded of what she was. The royal adviser placed a hand on the window ledge, still feeling the heat trail the girl had left behind.

“May you find happiness in the other world.” She thought to herself, as the booming sound of Dracus finally reached her ears.

“MORA! MORA!”

The King had grown impatient, not to mention that he wasn’t actually all that keen on Nagos’s company. He came thundering down the hall. The footfalls so loud that they were making the very walls quake and the windows shake. He turned into Rina’s room and stood there with hands on his hips.

“WELL?”

“My…Lord. Rina…she…uhm…’

“SHE WHAT?” His eyes darted around the room, but he couldn’t tell that her things were missing. He was just incensed to be kept waiting.

“WELL?” His eyes falling back to the red headed adviser, who suddenly brightened.

“She went…shopping.”

“SHOPPING?” The King repeated the word as though Mora had lost her mind. Mora on the other hand was quick thinking. It was one of her strengths. “Yes. You see, there is this ball and well none of her gowns were suitable…so she went shopping to buy a new one. Wanted to impress you, my Lord.” Mora held one hand behind her back with her fingers crossing over, silently saying her prayers. The King stood there almost dumbfounded. Since when was Rina every trying to impress him. “I hate Balls. Bloody tossers dressed up in cheap rags like bloody harlots and sly skanks. Only men that go to those HAVE no balls. Poncy gits! Why would she want to go to one, hmm?’

“Maybe…to find a suitable male to marry and…then be off your hands or…help form an alliance.” Now this was really clever thinking on her part. She watched the King for his reaction. It was important to buy the girl as much time as she could, and also get Nagos off her back. The seconds ticked by as Dracos mused over this.

“An alliance by marriage, huh?” Dracos started to stroke his chin as he considered this. In the wake of the current situation with Endora, it wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Right. When that girl gets back from frock shopping, I want her presented to me. I might go to this blasted ball after all.” He went to turn as Mora breathed a sigh of relief, only to see him face palm at the thought he had to deal with Nagos.“Well bollocks. Now I gotta find some poor strumpet to go and keep care of Ethel’s kids.” He shot a look at Mora, who nearly died at the thought of being sent to the dark lands to work for Ethel.

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“Nah…I need you here. You’re the only one that has any real brains in my staff. Ugh….carry on.” he waved his hand dismissively,. as he went back to the Throne room to get deal with Nagos.

As soon as Dracus was out of earshot, Mora fell back and sat on the bed. That…was close.

~RB~

 

 

Anzac Day 2015 – 100 years on.

One of the things I love about living in a small outback town, is the sense of community spirit.  Today, was one of those days where the pride of our community was on show with nearly two thirds of the whole town coming out for the dawn service for Anzac Day, 2015.  It’s been many years since the last Anzac passed away, but in the centenary of the first landing at Gallipolli, there is a sense of renewed pride and respect for those men and women that fought and died in all wars.  From Lone Pine and the actual beaches where the Australian and New Zealand forces made their ill fated landing, to the likes of my own town memorial, the outpouring of love and respect for the fallen is stronger than ever.  So many have relatives that have served our nation and its allies over the course of the last one hundred years, and there is a resounding sense of pride in the fact that in adversity, mateship shone through.

As Australians, we embrace the Anzac spirit for what it means.  We forged our identity as a nation…as a people.  Those that served will never be forgotten.

 

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest we forget.

 

Ruby – Part Eight : SS.

 

 

Zu:  Ruby heard the question that Valmont asked, following what was written on her board. Ruby only seen this words being said and written in letters she would see when killing targets in their homes. She had quite the memory of these words, and surprisingly could write them out too. Ruby came up to Valmont and took his hand, giving a small tug to her direction to indicate that she wanted him to come with. There was no way Ruby would leave Valmont alone, not after what they’ve went through recently. She couldn’t fight the urge to go where her mind was taking her. She never once felt this way before, to try and really find out about herself. Maybe it was Valmont’s kindness that sparked this into her conscious, but that would mean it was there to begin with.

Ruby, once Valmont followed her lead, went to the front gate and looked for the carriage that Valmont used when they first meet. It may be a long journey and unlike herself, Valmont didn’t seem like the type for long distance travel without a little help.

 

Razorbackwriter;  

The Embassy of Hell. 

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The small tug on his hand made Valmont aware that Ruby wished to leave the Embassy and begin a quest of sorts. The only thing was that the Ambassador had just returned to the Embassy, and wasn’t sure if he should just rush off now, what with the orders he had given Zachary. The ambassador frowned for a moment, since he was tied between his duty, and that of his friendship for Ruby. In a way this was like cutting class, running from responsibility on a journey to God knows where. He thought about this for a moment, and saw that his travel carriage was at the ready just beyond the gates.

“I should go see them first.” Speaking of his adviser and secretary. But Ruby was insistent. She wanted to go, and now. Valmont fell into step with the hooded girl and walked with her to the gates. She only stopped to look up at the carriage, and then back at Valmont, conveying her wish to use it – just by the way her eyes shone at him.

“Alright…alright.” His hand motioned for her to get aboard. The driver hopping down gingerly, and opening the door for the couple. Once inside, Valmont checked his purse. He had more than enough silver and gold coins to pay for their keep in which ever inn or tavern that they stopped at, and he had a trunk of clothes on board – just in case of an emergency.

“Let’s go then.” He banged on the door of the carriage when he and Ruby were properly seated. The carriage spiriting off when the driver cracked the whip.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Good, now Valmont won’t have to walk long distances. He wasn’t used to it, he wasn’t the type to go anywhere without some type of transportation. Ruby, however, has been walking through Hell all her life. Ruby got into the carriage before Valmont and took her seat beside him. She wondered where they’d go, or if wherever they were headed was even remotely helpful. Ruby just couldn’t shake this feeling, no matter how hard she tried. This had never happened before, the hidden desire to do much of anything when it came to what she wanted. Looking at Valmont, as they rode off, she wondered if it had anything to do with him. Maybe she wanted to actually speak to him, which was a first thing she ever considered when it came to interaction. Whatever the case, she leaned against Valmont, resting both her body and head onto him so she could get a few minutes of sleep.

 

The carriage had to make a halt, and the sudden jolt caused Ruby to fall forward. However, being aware as she was, Ruby was able to catch herself before falling face first into the seat. She looked around, a tired expression on her face. How long was the ride? Ruby turned to Valmont, wondering just what was happening. She saw that this was some place she’s never seen before, and put on her hood just to be safe. If Valmont were to ask why they stopped, the driver would say I’m sorry Sir, but it seems our horses are tired. They just need some water though I would like to have a few drinks myself. Once we leave, they’ll be a place to stay. I know exactly where it is. They would have to deal with that, for without horses there would be no carriage. Ruby jumped out and looked at the place they were at. It was a place with people in weird outfits. She turned to Valmont for an answer.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Bar/Brothel

In the back of the carriage, even Valmont had dozed off. The carriage ride taking much longer than imagined and after trying to stay awake, the ambassador succumbed to sleep. That was until the carriage came to an abrupt halt, causing Valmont to lurch forward sharply. He woke in time before going fully ass over tit, but he wasn’t able to save Ruby, who had managed to face plant into the seat in front of her. It would have been comical, had it not been for the tired expression upon her face. Valmont helped right her when she looked up at his inquisitively. She was at a loss as to why they stopped, as was Valmont. The driver was the one to advise them of why they were at this destination. The horses were tired, and it was hardly surprising. They had come so far without rest. Opening the door, Valmont assisted Ruby out, and nodded up at the driver.

“By all means, once you have watered the horses and stable them, I suggest you have a good meal and a few drinks. I know I could use a drink.”

Being the gentleman that he was, Valmont escorted the hooded Ruby inside the establishment. One thing about these sorts of places, it was not for the faint hearted. Women of the night were draped across paying customers, mostly travelers and traders. Music was playing with a jaunty beat, and behind the bar, a rotund inn keeper was wiping out a glass, as he stared at the new arrivals. They were hardly dressed for travelling, truth be known – especially Valmont. He had not had time to change, so he was a little overdressed for the establishment.

“Can I book three rooms, and we’ll take a table now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The Innkeeper was quick to find them a table, which he cleaned off briskly. Other patrons stopped what they were doing – their eyes following the pair along, which might have made Ruby feel uncomfortable. Valmont drew out a chair for her and waited for her to sit.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Thank you Sir, it shouldn’t take too long really, he said with a grin on his face. It may have seemed he wanted to stop here himself, but the horses were visibly tired too. When Ruby entered into the Brothel, she noticed even more weirdly dressed demons. Ruby had a feeling this wasn’t normal, but it seemed everyone was fine with it so she would be too. The people here did have this odd gaze, looking at Ruby, making her retreat into her hood and stay even closer to Valmont. They wondered what a little girl was doing in a place like this, with Valmont no less. He was well-known, after all. Ruby was sat down thanks to Valmont, and she watched him take his seat. She pulled out her board, which surprisingly she was really good at communicating with.

? was all she added to the board. She had no idea what this place was, she’s never seen it. It was clear by her facial expressions alone.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Brothel/Bar

Valmont should have known by the look of lust on the driver’s face that he picked the brothel for a very good reason as a place to stop and rest the horses. Shaking his head at their predicament, Valmont resigned himself to having to bring Ruby into such an establishment. No doubt this was not exactly a suitable place to bring a child and by the looks others were giving them both – along with how she was looking at them, this was going to be hard to explain.

Sitting down opposite Ruby, he saw her write the question mark on the chalk board. With the bar returning to normal and the laughter along with crude talking going on – as well as some rather shocking behaviour, Valmont rubbed his cheek and winced. Temptation was all around him and he grabbed a fork off the table to take under it, just so he could stick it in the back of his hand to stop his own lustful thoughts.

“It’s a place of ill repute. A brothel.” He gestured towards a woman that was straddled over a demon, with his face practically buried within her massive breasts. The man was making licking sounds as well as saying some pretty rude things about what he was going to do to her.

Valmont rolled his eyes and stuck the fork deeper into his skin. This was pure torture.

“I think I need a drink. INN KEEPER!”

 

~RB~

 

 

 

10CC – The things we do for love.

“The Things We Do For Love” was written by Eric Stewart, G. Gouldman.

Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river
Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea,
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

Communication is the problem to the answer
You’ve got her number and your hand is on the phone
The weather’s turned and all the lines are down
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there’s nowhere to go
And you’re feelin’ like a part of you is dying
And you’re looking for the answer in her eyes
You think you’re gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up

Ooh, you made me love you
Ooh, you’ve got a way
Ooh, you had me crawling like a dog

Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there’s nowhere to go
And you’re feelin’ like a part of you is dying
And you’re looking for the answer in her eyes
You think you’re gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up

Ooh, you made me love you
Ooh, you’ve got a way
Ooh, you had me crawling up the wall

A compromise would surely help the situation
Agree to disagree but disagree to part
When after all it’s just a compromise of
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

The things we do for love, the things we do for love
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

SONGWRITERS
ERIC STEWART, G. GOULDMAN

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District (1) – Shattered Dimensions.

 

Two total opposites, in both form as well as personality.  Could they ever make it as travelling companions, yet alone defenders of Alterus?

Kiri:  

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God sometimes, in all honesty she couldn’t blame him. He was the type of guy who didn’t get out much, but she was extremely brash and hot-headed. Though, at least now she was calming down. She let go of his coat, nodding to each question as an affirmative, well. Not every question. She had to struggle not to let her temper go flying out the window again, considering it was a potential risk to her health in some cases. If it ever got strong enough anyway. Yes she looked young, and by Kitsune standards she’d barely be considered in her teens. Let alone a full-grown Kitsune. Kitsune could live for thousands of years on occasion, if they were lucky, and most of the time by the time they got to that age they had become Nine-Tails.

But MAN was this guy clueless with women. Ooooooooooooh she wanted to punch him so badly~ All she wanted was to just sock him, sock him nice and good right across the head~ But, no. No no no no. She controlled herself. Kept telling herself no every time her hand began to clench up and prepare to sock him. He was oblivious, he’s not good with women, probably doesn’t get out very often. It’s ok, it’s ok, it’ll alllll be ok. With a huff of her own, Kasumi followed the man inside, having no real other place to go at this point. After a few moments of looking around at some of the people who dressed up as Kitsune, it eventually just got annoying to Kasumi. Especially after the incident only moments ago. She wasn’t very far from Grant, in fact she was still staying close by to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid with those swords. She didn’t care if she had to follow the man into his own room, she wasn’t letting him out of her sight. After all, it was her fault that he’d even gotten them in a sense. In fact, just to keep up a front of some sort, Kasumi was willing to answer any . . . serious questions that Grant had to ask, though she did walk up to him eventually and spoke softly, her hands hooked together behind her head.

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“Look, I’m young by Kitsune standards, yes. In fact I could probably be considered to be a teenager if not a young adult in their twenties by our standards. Some members of our race live for thousands of years on end, growing stronger with every day. Some obtain a Nine-Tail Status, becoming incredibly strong among Yokai. Only thing is, that is rarer than anything else. And to be honest with you, my parent’s deaths aren’t bothering me anymore. We live incredibly long lives, full lives. When we leave, we leave with no regrets. Normally anyway.”

Of course, Kasumi was referencing the fact that her father himself regretted never apologizing to her uncle for what he had done. Not that anyone could really understand what that meant. Yes she was a chatter box, but she wasn’t one to be trifled with. In fact it might be better that she was talking and was in a happy-go-lucky mood. If she wasn’t, then there was a chance she was intending to kill. That’s how she was raised after all. Traditional family, traditional methods.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

~it’s not easy to be me~

Being humiliated by the kitsune in public like that was just another blow to Grant’s self confidence. Sure, he seemed to take the verbal spray, but the haunting memories of his childhood and adolescence came crawling back, like maggots under his skin. Coughing, he reached into his pocket and took out a pair of thick glasses and with a shaking hand he placed the glasses on, as he then went for the program of events for this part of the week long series of conventions. The man’s shoulders seemed to gather forward, and he bowed his head as he tried to meld into the crowd and get away from that girl. Girls were something he had a lot of trouble understanding. From the first crush that he had in the fifth grade, who humiliated him by believing that she actually would go to a movie with him, to the night of the school formal when he was crushed after being set up with what he thought was the girl of his dreams. A real sweetheart, or so he thought. He was left sitting on an empty veranda with a corsage that would never be worn. it was easy, oh so easy for Grant to fall into a cycle of habit that brought him comfort. His love of comics, anime, fantasy – where in his mind he could be the hero. He could be the one that all the girls want, or be just crazy and have some sort of respect or adulation. He came to these conventions religiously. It was like a rite of passage. An escape from the real and cruel world, that he had always felt he was not a part of. Not truly. In his years since college he had opened a thriving comic book and collector store. Traveled the world collecting the bizarre and unique. Being part of table top tournaments, all the things that people considered…nerdy. So no, he didn’t understand women….and he didn’t get the Kitsune at all.

Grant was a simple human being. Nothing fancy, nothing flash and super powered. But in his heart, he wished he was.

Here he could hide behind a mask, or a costume and become something unreal. For a weekend, he could live the dream.

Right now, he was unaware that the kitsune was following him. Darting between the crowds of people dressed either partially, or fully as furries, he didn’t realize that kasumi was on his tail till he heard her voice. Turning around, he was fidgeting with his program and giving her a look like…why are you following me?”

Grant listened to what she had to say. About how being five hundred years was akin to her being a teenager, as odd as that sounded. She said that they lived incredibly long lives and that when they die, they have no regrets. If this was true, then it was a charmed life. Grant had many regrets and many times that he wished he had the guts to say what he truly felt, instead of keeping it bottled up within himself.

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The wrinkling sound of the paper between his fingers would show that he was still nervous around her now.

“I’m….not good with girls.” The earlier display in the castle had a lot to do with the joy of the moment, and he lost himself in the Queen’s presence. Here, he was faced with dealing with someone that was seeing him for what he truly was. A simple man.

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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Kasumi at least noticed that the male was attempting to get away. But he probably could have at least remembered that she wasn’t human. Her senses were far above that of a normal creature, after all she was like a canine in some respects. She followed him mostly by sight, but in some cases her sense of smell came into play due to losing sight of him for a moment or two at a time. In this kind of crowd, even a Kitsune like Kasumi had to admit it could be difficult to stay on track of a target. Once he’d finally responded, she simply let out a small breath and set her head in one hand, giving him the courtesy of a small chuckle. Not in an insulting way, but in a way that was just amused. After having done so, she looked up at him with a calm face, speaking with a small smile on her face.

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“Well, I’m not trying to be a bad person here, but to be frank it’s kind of obvious you’re not too good with women. But that’s fine, just watch some of the things you say and you’re fine. I’m just hot-headed, so I apologize for the scene outside.”

Kasumi ran a hand down the back of her neck, closing her eyes for a moment as her long hair ended up being pressed against her neck for a moment, only to open them again as her hand fell back to her side and she let out another small breath. This was Kasumi for you, if she was in the wrong she’d at least apologize. When it was due anyway. Her temper might go flying off the handle on occasion, but she couldn’t blame this guy for what he did. He obviously wasn’t the type who was good with women. Which wasn’t a problem, he wasn’t the only guy, in fact it only made Kasumi feel bad for having snapped without warning. But that’s how she was. After a moment, her smile returned, as she leaned up with a slightly chilling look in her eyes that showed she had some mischief in mind.

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“Well anyway~ Since you’re not so good with women, how about you start getting some practice in that department. And don’t get the wrong idea either. I’m going to need someone who knows what the hell they’re doing to show me around, considering I’ve never been to one of these.”

Kasumi was trying to make it up to the guy in her own way, even if she was too stubborn to say it out loud and not put up her conniving little act. She needed a distraction too. Considering she’d been let down about her uncle as well, so maybe this would be a good way to distract her. Who knew? Everything was locked away, hidden behind that happy-go-lucky and conniving attitude.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

Kasumi was stating the obvious when she realized that he was not very good with his social habits around women. Really to understand women, you had to get to know them, or have some as friends. Grant didn’t have that, nor opportunities too. Maybe this would be a good thing, if he was to be like some sort of tour guide for her around the convention hotel. Though she looked to be like those dressing up, she was the real deal. No pulling or stroking her tail, that was for sure. Grant did have an urge to tweak those ears however. Odd how he found them attractive. The way that they moved and flickered. It was kinda nice. Though she was talking to him, Grant’s eyes kept going upward to the top of her head, and then back down to meet her gaze.

Grant threw his hands up in mock surrender, when Kasumi said not to get any funny ideas. Sure she was pretty and all, but getting past the fact she was really super old, was going to be a hurdle and a half.

“I won’t try anything, honest.” Which he meant, as he said it with a slight nod.

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The crowds continued to move around past them, some stopping to take in Kasumi’s swinging tail, others snapped pictures with their phones and go pro devices. It was just par of the course at these sorts of things. Grant hadn’t planned to dress up today, not since he had been on the palace tour. It just didn’t enter into his head.

Thinking of where to take her, the first thing he thought was perhaps one of the convention food halls.

“Are you hungry? I know a few good places. One has an all you can eat buffet?”

Perhaps she would like to do that first, rather than have to mingle with all the suited human

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Kiri:  

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Kasumi had a feeling that the kid was probably going to be fairly nervous, after all he wasn’t very good at expressing himself around women. After all, he hadn’t realized that even with all the movements of her tail and ears that they were actually real. He was just that type. Then again, there were plenty of men like him. At least he wasn’t a pervert though, she had to give him that much for sure. She actually got annoyed a lot of times, because of the very fact that some of the more . . . lecherous customers flocked to her on occasion. It was very, very vexing. And it made her want to strangle them. Even if a quick explosion of Fox-Fire nearby typically scared the bastards off. Which….. was honestly fun to do to people. Kasumi noticed him watching her ears every time they twitched, which amused her more than it bothered her. She tilted her head when he said he wouldn’t get any ideas, debating if she she should tease him or not. …Nah, time to be nice. Kasumi smiled and clapped her hands together at the mention of food. Nodding as she did. Turning slightly, she looked up at him with a calm look.

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“Shall we Mister Taylor?”

With a quick, and definitely practiced motion, Kasumi stepped up next to Grant and wrapped her arms around his elbow. After all, this was how she was raised. Traditional family, traditional methods.

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