The Real Thing – Russell Morris.

 

This is a vintage Australian classic, called “The Real Thing” by Russell Morris.  Produced by Ian Molly Meldrum – a legend in the Australian music scene, this song is timeless and one from the sixties that has stood the test of time.  Enjoy if this is the first time you have heard it.  ~RB~

 

 

 

Come and see the real thing, come and see the real thing, come and see
Come and see the real thing, come and see the real thing, come and see
There’s a meaning there, but the meaning there doesn’t really mean a thing
Come and see the real thing, come and see the real thing, come and see
I am the real thing!

Oo mama mow-mow (repeat x 4)

Oo mama mama mama mama mama mama mow
Tryin’ hard to understand the meaning that you’ll see in me
Tryin’ hard to understand the meaning that you’ll see in me
There’s a meaning there, but the meaning there doesn’t really mean a thing
Come and see the real thing, come and see the real thing, come and see
I am the real thing!

Oo mama mow-mow (repeat x 4)

I am not seeing you
I am not seeing you
Ahhhhh!

I am the real thing!
(ad-lib fade-out)

Krakus Mountain – Home of the Fallen (1) : PD.

Raul’s true nature is finally revealed.

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‘Things are going from bad to worse then.’

Zachary’s head began to spin as he listened to the words of the male fallen, knowing that things were serious if Raul had been defeated only to bounce back this fast. Zachary was trying to figure out how Raul might have figured out in the first place, after all at this point only the Embassy should know aside from Raul himself. Which meant…… Madame Green!

“Tch… figured she’d be the one to start shit right off the damn bat!”

Zachary let out a deep growl, the growl of a demon, as his hand lashed out sideways, hitting the wall with a thud. Sure, the was angry, but this was no time to get worked up. With a deep breath, he reigned in that anger and focused back onto the two fallen. As a Nephalem, he was actually human despite being the offspring of an Angel and Demon. But no one knew that… yet; they were going to get a crash course soon if Raul got here any time soon. Zachary followed the male into the room, nodding at his words while closing his eyes and gripping his sword with both hands.

With a firm pull, Zachary freed the blade from its sheath, while at the same time unleashing both his Holy and Hell-fire at the same time, mixing the two together. Both flames erupted on his body and the blade, the tip of his tail burning while twin horns of blue flame formed on his forehead. The flames were both of the same mystical blue, unnaturally calming and disturbing at the same time thanks to the mixture of the two opposing Flames. The two fallen would have recognized the two flames for what they were entirely, Hell and Heaven mixed into one. Was that enough to give him away? Who knew.

“If we’re needing to prepare, then I’ll be sure to be ready for him. Valmont and Nicholas may be well on their way, but who knows if they’ll get here in time. Might I ask for your assistance sir?”

Zachary said as he began to walk outside, still slowly drawing the sword from its sheath. Once he had made it outside, he finished drawing the weapon and whipped it down, causing a small wall of flames to blaze between him and the home of the two fallen. It wouldn’t burn the fallen or Bandit, but if Raul got there and tried to get in… well he’d be in for a surprise considering that those flames were made to keep Raul out, and Bandit in. They didn’t burn, they simply repulsed. At least, for that intended purpose they did.

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“What’s in me?” The blonde looked at the woman, a terrible panic coursing through her body.. “Am I going to die?!” The thief’s voice rose in pitch with those words, breathing hard… Oh, but it was so much worse. A terrible cry came from Bandit’s lips, the child within Bandit feeling her distress as the aura of power from her abdomen only grew. “I’m.. Oh, god!” The blonde buried her face into the pillow that she held against her, the thoughts of panic racing through her head. How could this have happened? “With his.. Oh, oh.. I am already dead..” Bandit did not have it in her to kill the innocent child developing in her womb.. but the terrible truth was that she had Raul’s child. No matter how she tried to run now, the child would always tie her to him. Escape was not an option at this point. 

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Nevermind, what would her son/daughter be like? What type of child could spawn from Raul? What type of child could spawn from her? A mix of that could not be good, surely.. Bandit looked up at the ceiling, lifting her head and breathing out slowly. So much stress… Her body couldn’t keep taking this. Birth was so far away, it felt, but would this child be different because of its race and all attached? Would pregnancy be quicker? How would it grow? How could she care for a child with powers when she had none… assuming the child did develop powers.. How weak would it be? How strong? So many questions.. Bandit wiped her tears off of her face, attempting to appear somewhat composed as she slowly fell apart within, power from the child steadily growing with each wave of distress its mother felt..

 

 

 

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Poor Bandit. She was now terrified beyond belief. Wondering what was inside her, when there was that moment that the unborn child made itself known. “Am I going to die?!” The girl was beside herself. Amala rushed to her and tried to pull her into an embrace. “No no…no you are not going to die, Bandit. We would never let that happen.” Amala’s words were meant to be reassuring, but there was no mistaking the panic in her eyes. The realization of the fact that Bandit was pregnant, sent the girl into a melt down. Amala released her as the girl sank onto the bed and buried her face into the pillow nearest her. Amala clasped her hands together, deeply troubled and trying to think of something that she could say, that could stop the girl losing it completely. All she cold do was nod, when Bandit started to blurt that the baby was Raul’s. No matter where she went, she would forever be tied to that man, so long as the child within her continued to live.

What choices did she have now? The child was the spawn of Raul the Black. That alone would send shivers through the strongest person, not to mention those with magic that could see and feel the power. Amala’s eyes cast down at Bandit’s stomach. A horrid thought going through her mind. There was one way to stop the madness and that was to cut the child out and destroy it. Would Amala even do such a thing? To put her own life ahead of that of this unborn and innocent child? She could not help but think that if this child was born, it could destroy them all, if it were to be taken by it’s father.

No doubt, the look on Amala’s face would be a giveaway for what she was thinking. Her heart was pounding hard as she weighed up the options. Habib was outside now with Zachary, who had already unsheathed his weapons, in preparation for what would be a great battle. Would the Ambassador and Nicholas arrive in time to help fend off the Warlock, who would now be enraged beyond belief, that not only was Bandit taken from him, but his future son or daughter? He knew….and there would be no stopping him now.

Heavy paws pounded into the earth, ragged breathing and saliva dripping from its maw, the Black wolf was now racing up the mountain. In it’s heart it could feel the connection, the bond growing and he knew it was definitely that of his child. Bandit was there…at the very top and that Fallen was going to regret taking her from him. Howling, he raced on tearing through the forest and then up the last part of the mountain path. Long shaggy black hair was flowing behind him as the eyes of evil were now glowering with an intensity that was filled with fury and hate. He could see himself, tearing out the jugular of Habib and drinking his blood like wine when he reached the top. At last the last rise and the wolf leaped up and over a large rock to land on top. Looking down now on Zach and Habib. The loud growl with menacing white fangs dripping were the first indications that Bandit had been found. The wolf was about three times the size of a normal one, and it pawed at the rock with large grey claws.

 

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Out of the forest the two on horseback, Valmont and Nicholas came charging on their horses. The heavy sound of horse hooves meant the cavalry had arrived. They were coming now up the last track, right in behind Raul the Black.

Habib’s wings unfurled in full as he stood his ground in front of the entrance to the temple.

“She’s not yours, Raul. Leave this place.”

The wolf jumped down off the rock and then spun and turned back into the true form of the Warlock. A terrible look on his face as he stared down Habib, then saw Zachary.

“I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT MY WOMAN AND CHILD!” He threw up his right hand and a massive blast of energy spiraled out and hit Habib squarely in the chest, sending him back hurtling towards the ground. The fallen’s wings fell back as her cartwheeled back and hit one of the stone columns of the temple. There was a horrid cracking sound, like that of bone, as Habib lay motionless.

Pulling up his horse, Valmont dismounted and waited for Nicholas to join him. They could see the Warlock had already started the battle, taking out the Fallen with relative ease. It was clear that with the knowledge that Bandit carried his child, he was not simply going to walk away.

With Zachary guarding the entrance to the temple, and Valmont with Nicholas in behind the Warlock, they had him surrounded. Who would make the next move?

~RB~

 

 

 

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It was silent as the wind blew around the two galloping around, though hearing the patters in the ground from a distance, he could tell Raul had already made it. That was the thing with Nicholas, his hearing was 100% on point with vibrations on the ground so, he was usually never wrong. Once they had entered the area, right behind Raul he’d stayed on his horse. Hearing a rather loud crack and a thump to the ground, Nicholas shivered some. This man could take down one in such a simple move, he’d sure be a tough opponent. Seeing Valmont get down, he’d follow in pursuit and dismount, standing next to him. 

” Right on time, huh.” The man said to Valmont, trying to be a bit humorous but, this wasn’t the time and he knew it. 

Something changed a bit about Nicholas, if you observed him closely. His skin was now molding layers upon layers, thickening and getting much harder. His Dermal armor coming into play, he was able to thicken his skin to withstand attacks, pain or harm but, it wasn’t invincible. Some things tended to get through or it would wear out after a while and fall off. Once it was done, he’d take position next to Valmont. He wouldn’t risk getting hit and ending up like the other person, the armor would help in the long run. Granted, his other was poison and he had to be careful where he released that, for not wanting to harm the others. His eyes scanned to see Zachary and then they went back towards Raul, him waiting on any order. 

 

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‘Boy do they have good timing… as if.’

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Zachary’s thoughts were directed at Valmont, who arrived only moments after Raul. Greaaaaaaat timing guys. Well done indeed. Well, that was nothing compared to Zachary at this point. Once the male fallen was sent flying Zachary froze, his eyes becoming hidden from sight by his long black hair. Valmont and Nicholas were about to be in for a big surprise. Valmont knew, he knew very well just how much power that Zachary held inside of him. But the problem was… he’d never seen it before, before now anyway. Zachary’s clothing and hair, everything began rustling softly as though some wind was swirling wildly around him. Oh boy… he was pissed. Zachary’s mouth moved, after what seemed to be ages, saying two simple words moments before his body erupted in that tower of white flames and light.

“Seraphin… Praestantia!”

The blue flames now turned white, and the light, that swirled around Zachary’s body was blindingly bright. Seraphin Praestantia, Seraph Superiority. Zachary took his Holy Flames and his Light and infused his body with it, calling upon the power of his mother in full to take on the form of an Archangel temporarily, calling on the full power of such a creature that could match even a Prince of Hell. Raul will have realized a bit too late his mistake just before Zachary’s new form was revealed.

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It seemed that Zachary was simply standing there with his face hidden, but to Valmont and Nicholas behind Raul, there was a change. Zachary’s new angelic form had appeared there behind Raul, his left hand already reaching to grasp the Warlock’s shoulder despite the fact that there was an afterimage in front of the male. Should Zachary have succeeded in grasping that Warlock’s shoulder, without a sound her would have thrown the male into the air, only to reappear next to him and slam a foot into his stomach, knocking the breath from him as he sent the male blasting back into the ground with the perfect amount of force that would have made the earth erupt into shards of shrapnel.

Zachary wasn’t toying around anymore. Raul had a choice, stand down and resolve things peacefully, or risk being obliterated by Zachary’s power as a Nephalem.

 

 

 

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Bandit’s eyes widened in fear at the woman’s gaze upon her – something about it gave her an eerie feel. A feeling that she was being threatened, more so than Raul ever had.. Somehow, with Raul, she did not feel true danger – not entirely. But now, that was a different story.. Now, she felt that this woman would go through with whatever thoughts possibly plagued her, where before Raul didn’t. At least, with Raul, Bandit knew she would not die. Here, however…A cry came from her lips as Habib was knocked back, then lay still on the ground. Oh, god! Was he dead? The stillness only seemed to confirm any suspicions she had, making this day as a whole all the more worse. But then Zachary attacked Raul in turn, knocking him down as the demon transformed before her eyes – surely Raul could not fight back? 

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But something else was going on within the blonde thief. Her child was retaliating, in its first true act of power, despite being unborn and still relatively small within her. A dark purple color glowed in Bandit’s lower abdomen, a scream of panic coming from her lips – “What is happening to me?! Someone! Help!” Her skin was beginning to turn transparent, the wall behind her becoming visible as she disappeared before everyone’s eyes… Had they been looking. “Raul!” Yes. She called for the name of the one man who had put her in this position, the one who brought her so much pain.. But also, the man she realized loved.. 

“Please!” Her voice itself had begun to fade as she did with it.. And then she was gone, the pillow falling with nothing to hold it up, the thief disappeared from sight but not memory. All that remained of where Bandit once sat was a few sparks of purple, where the magic had left a trace. These sparks blinked and shimmered, showing how powerful the move had been, how the magic of the child was essentially oozing out.. Where could the child have possibly brought her? And.. she could not survive, not in her current state. Finding her was of the essence.. or she would be dead in days. She lacked blood and food, lacked sleep… Bandit was a mere human, and the nights could get quite cold without shelter.. Not to mention her legs were barely functioning, still getting used to being unparalyzed.. A whole universe to search in days.. Would they find Bandit, or her corpse? 

(TC)

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Krakus Mountain – Home of the Fallen

If only the menfolk could see what was happening inside the temple. The female fallen Amala had almost no expression, as she started for the knife that was on the meal tray. Meant for the cutting up of bread and certainly not for anything that was meant to harm Bandit. She wrapped her fingers around the handle and then turned slowly towards the frightened young mother to be. “You are a danger to us all.” Amala whispered, as the knife blade gleamed in her hand. She could not see anyway that Raul would stop if the child was alive. One life…for millions. Amala was starting to see it as a sacrifice for the greater good, even though she had promised not to harm Bandit.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered, as though this was for her own good. Turns out though the baby had other plans. But just when Amala was about to raise her hand with the knife to plunge into Bandit’s stomach, there was a terrible blast of green light from outside the temple, and the sound of Habib screaming. At that instant, Amala dropped the knife and hurried outside, only to see her beloved laying on the ground – out to the count.

“HABIB!” She screamed, running to his side and bringing his blooded head up to her lap, as she rocked back and forth, crying and wailing.

With Bandit now alone inside, would anyone see what was happening next?

Much to Raul’s shock, Zachary had taken the gloves off. The unwarranted attack on Habib mean that he had now lost all patience, and one way or another he was going to calm the Warlock if it was the last thing he did. Winds swirled up and around Zachary’s clothing and hair, as he charged up his powers for what would be a fantastic metamorphosis. Valmont saw and recognized the change immediately. Without thinking, he put his arm protectively around Nicholas, as though to shield him. Things had clearly changed between the Ambassador and his assistant. Raul was looking to the entrance of the Temple and screaming out to Bandit, for he could hear her cries coming from within the temple.

“I’m coming!” That is what he meant, but Zachary was not about to let him.

“Seraphin… Praestantia!” 

It was too late, Raul turned back to see a tower of white flames and light. Raul put his hand up to block his eyes from the blinding sight, but the power was only to grow stronger as Zachary changed his form. Raul yelled at him. “BANDIT NEEDS ME!!” He could feel the sense of danger coming from within the temple. Was it his unborn son? “You fool, let me save her!” He begged, only to find that an angelic version of Zachary was in behind him, and now grasping his shoulder forcibly. Zachary then hurled the Warlock up high off his feet, only to reappear next to him and slam a foot into his stomach. Raul was completely winded, his face turning a deep shade of red, before he was knocked officially into the dirt. A cloud of dust rising up from where he finally came to a screeching halt, his face having been the brake.

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A hand clawed the earth, as Raul continued to scream Bandit’s name. Little did he know….she was gone.

~RB~

 

 

 

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So much had happened in a small period of time, you could say it ended in disaster honestly. One person dead or almost at least, another gone. It had truly been a sight to see Zachary in his form, something he was glad to witness. He recalled on the conversation where they both shared the secrets. It was nice to have another person around, he would need to catch up with hi after this and tell him of what happened. A lot had happened, the light was blinding and Nicholas had lifted his arm a bit to block it. Shortly after he felt an arm around him, it was Val’s and that was surprising to him. You didn’t think he’d publicly do it but, he did and he enjoyed it. 

Something in the place didn’t seem right, it seemed almost creepy. Being as Nicholas had excellent super hearing cause of his serpent abilities he heard the conversation inside. It was horrid that the person was trying to kill her but, something else happened. Hearing the screams from Bandit he could hear vibrations inside, something different. Though one thing for sure was that he now sense that the girl completely vanished, whether anyone else noticed to on them. 

 

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Zachary was still pissed, but the fact that Raul had gone down so easily wasn’t what he’d expected. Zachary looked down at the male from where he stood, reigning in his power for a few minutes as he dragged it right back into him. Zachary didn’t see a point in staying in his Archangel form for very long if Raul was going down this fast without warning. But then it registered, the surge of energy caused his head to snap over to the temple just before Bandit’s energy signature entirely disappeared with the exception of a few sparks.

Zachary transformed back into his normal form, granting him access once more to his powers over darkness as he scowled and turned to sprint off towards the temple once more, his entire body slowly melting down as his voice could be heard calling back to Valmont with a loudly urgent tone.
”Valmont, Nicholas; you two handle the situation here! I’m going after Bandit before I lose her trail entirely!”

And with that… Zachary melted into darkness and disappeared, his flames disappearing with him. Leaving the screaming Raul and Valmont and Nicholas behind. Headed straight for Bandit in order to keep up.

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Krakus Mountain – Home of the Fallen

Amala was cradling Habib’s head. He had received a nasty gash to the back of his skull, and the blood was seeping through onto Amala’s dress. Her tears ran down her cheeks, as she was so worried about her love, she had forgotten about Bandit momentarily. Of course, what she didn’t realize was that the baby had sensed it’s mother’s danger and taken matters into its own hands. The blast of light that came from the temple that had followed the girl’s screams for Raul left Amala, and the two from the Embassy – Valmont and Nicholas stunned. The only one who had a handle on the situation was Zachary, who had changed back to his normal form, and ordered that Valmont and Nicholas control the situation at the summit, while he went off after Bandit’s trail.

At the very moment that Zachary disappeared from view, with his flamed vanishing with him, Raul took the chance to go into the temple himself, shooting Habib and Amala the most foul look imaginable. Inside the temple, the Warlock saw for himself the sparks of purple, that were the only trace left of his girl and child. With a nervous hand, he reached out and could feel the residue of the unborn’s magical aura. He knew that Bandit herself had no powers, so this was proof..proof that Bandit was indeed carrying his child. The look on his face now was one of grim resolve. He had to find her. He had to be reunited with her. There was no mistaking that she had called out to him. Raul heard her scream his name. Even after all he had done to her, there was no mistaking the bond that they had. It wasn’t till now, that he realized the errors of his ways, and that it was costing him the woman he loved.

Not to mention, that this unborn baby was also in danger. In danger from the likes of Madame Green and possibly others.

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Walking slowly out of the Temple, he moved silently passed Amala, who was still holding her beloved Habib. The fallen spat at the ground where Raul stood, a cruel look on her face.

“You ….and that child should be damned!” Words were sharper than knives. Raul raised his hand, as a fireball appeared, glowering fiercely as he roared at her. “Don’t try to fool me, Amala. I know you. Had you had your way, you would have ripped her belly open and taken my child out to kill it!”

Amala laughed sadistically. “I almost did.” This stark admission showed the truth behind her pretty smile. Without warning, Raul sent the fireball of rage hurtling at the pair, incinerating them both instantly. Their horrid screams faded to nothing, as Valmont stood in shock with Nicholas. The viciousness of the attack had shocked the Ambassador to the core.

“You murderous bastard.” Valmont yelled, making a move to stand protectively in front of Nicholas. There was no way he was going to let the Warlock leave the mountain summit now. Raul on the other hand had ideas of his own, changing forms into that of a black raven and taking off into the clouds above.

“Son of a….” The Ambassador cursed, feeling defeated as the Warlock got away so easily. He was not one that would be easily caught, that was for sure. Valmont felt terrible, as he walked over to the burning corpses of Habib and Amala. Their lives sacrificed so needlessly. Now it was a race to find Bandit and her unborn child.

Turning back to Nicholas, you could see the pain in his eyes. The guilt. “I should have stopped him” But how could he, being where they were standing. Walking back to Nicholas, he pulled the young man into his arms. Nicholas would be able to feel the fast beating of his heart. How does one follow a raven? With Zachary already on the trail of Bandit, Valmont hoped that he reached her….before Raul did.

“Come on…we better get back to the Embassy.” There was no sense of them touring the country side, when they didn’t know the first place to even start looking.

~RB~

(TC – Embassy.)

 

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You could say everything happened rather quickly, Zachary was already gone on Bandits trail. He could tell he’d get there quicker then Raul. Hearing the conversation between Raul and Amala, he pondered if that as the right decision. Should the child of really been killed? There was always a way to change things, make them better. He had noticed with past events and how the person that is showing effection is changing. Being pulled into Valmont’s arms wasn’t as shocking as the first time, he enjoyed it now. Listening to his heartbeat he felt bad that he was like this, maybe he could help him later at the Embassy, though he didn’t know. 

” There was nothing you could do at the moment to stop him.” Nicholas said as he started walking away. 

Nicholas looked over at the bodies and walked into the temple, leaving Val for the moment. What was he looking for? Something for cover, reaching the bedroom he had saw the resadue of what happened. Interesting to see what had happened, the child must of had something to do with it. Picking up the sheet he’d walk back outside and placed it over the burnt bodies. At least they could have some cover for he didn’t want to dig graves. Once done Nicholas turned and went to catch up to Valmont quickly, following behind. 

(TC- Embassy) 

 

Guess who is coming for dinner? : The Greed Kingdom – PD.

 

Mariela and Scar are back with a whole new adventure, as they settle back in with the young Witch now the new Princess of Greed.  But…if they thought their troubles were over….they were mistaken.  Here is part one of “Guess who is coming for dinner?”

 

Dessy:   “Honestly, I think it’s helped all of us to be able to see you again.” Tessa spoke, the boys nodding in agreement. “You seem to be doing well here. And now you’re the Princess of Greed.” Sean spoke, giving his sister a smile and Mariela smiled back.”Everyone here seems to like you. Then again, you were always well liked with others. That’s what Tessa told us, anyways.” Sam said, looking to Tessa, and she nodded her head. “Scar most certainly likes you.” she said with a grin, and Mariela laughed and shook her head.

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“Everyone here has liked me more than Lydia.” Mariela spoke, giving a shrug. “I’m just likable, I guess. It was the same thing whenever we were in school.” she then spoke, looking between each of them. “As for Scar, he was originally summoned to help Lydia. But he took a liking to me instead, and Lydia didn’t seem to like that very much.” she spoke again. “How did you need up being involved with Lydia in the first place?” Sam asked, and Mariela took a deep breath.That is something I’ll explain to you later. It’s a long story.”

She turned to look at Scar when he spoke, looking back at the trio. “You guys hungry?” and when the trio nodded, she gave them a smile, before looking back over at Scar. “Yes. Lunch sounds nice.” she spoke. She then linked arms with Tessa in a friend fashion, before motioning for her brothers to follow and then heading over to Scar, before following him to the dining room.

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Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Scar beamed as the Princess was in a good mood, and enjoying the company of her family. It meant that he wasn’t about to go spoiling her good time by mentioning that there might be a big spider loose in the castle. Scar just kept smiling…all cheesy and it looked kinda ridiculous. If only they could see the sweat bead running down his cheek as he kept looking out of the corner of his eye for the slightest movement on the walls. He didn’t know yet if the spider was gone or hiding in the shadows. Anything was possible in this castle.

“Lunch…lunch lunch lunch. Well, this is Greed so…we do a wicked buffet.” Said with all the showmanship of a circus ring leader, and he did a fancy shoe shuffle as he gestured the group towards the expansive dining hall, but then got a wicked idea.

“You know, we do have a large clothing store room, if you wanted to change before you ate. You know, make this festive. I mean, it’s not every day that you get to have lunch with a dead sister, now is it?” That might have come out a little odd, since in their world she was dead to them, but only alive here in this existence. A butler came up alongside Scar and then whispered in his ear, causing Scar to nod and then shoo him away again.

“They are just setting the tables and the buffet table….the desert cart will be ready in just a few. Plenty of time to get dressed up.” Was this some sort of ploy, to buy Scar more time in the hunt for the spider? If it was, he was doing a damn good job of trying to keep them from looking down at the entrance to the lower dungeons, where a team of pest inspectors were taking down super sized poison backpacks….they looked like a strange group of ghost busters. Special camo suits and goggles. If Mariela and her family noticed, Scar would say.

“Cockroaches. We had a little infestation down in the bowels. They can survive anything, so I am told. That’s why I brought in the experts. So big…you could throw a saddle on them.” Again, Scar beamed and then clapped his hands.

“Chop chop…go find something to wear and I will meet you all in the dining hall. This is going to be a meal to remember, heh.”

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Scar then scampered off, muttering to himself. They may well find his behavior odd, but then again…that was just Scar.

When the group had found the appropriate clothing that was more suited to a dinner party, and ventured into the grand dining hall, what would meet their eyes was the most sumptuous feast imaginable. More food than you could ever hope to eat in a life time. The smells, and the colour…it was the very best of Greed’s Chefs creations, and there was even a ice sculpture in the center of the long food buffet. It was mouth watering and eye popping. Staff lined the walls, ready to help people to their places, and everything was polished and gleaming.

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~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela nodded in agreement to Scar, smiling at the trio. “Scar’s right. Our buffets are always the best.” she said. The trio raised eyebrows at Scar’s fancy shoe shuffle thing, looking to Mariela. She just laughed and shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.” she said, giving a smile. Scar suggested about changing, and Mariela took this time to look down at what she was wearing – which was still covered in blood, as well as her hands. “That actually might be a good idea…” she said, turning to nod at the trio.

“Alright, that sounds like a plan.” she nodded again. But then her gaze fell over the entrance to the dungeons, seeing a bunch of pest inspectors. “What’s going on?” she asked, her gaze turning to look at Scar as she spoke.

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“Cockroaches. We had a little infestation down in the bowels. They can survive anything, so I am told. That’s why I brought in the experts. So big…you could throw a saddle on them.”

This caused Mariela to purse her lips. “Hm…” she said, as if not quite believing Scar. “Well, then. Make sure it gets taken care of.” she spoke. She’d go along with it, at least for now. She watched Scar scamper off, her eyes narrowing a bit, before she turned around to face the trio. “Follow me.” she said, before turning and beginning to walk to the clothing store-room.

When they walked into the room, Mariela held her arm out and gestured. “Sam, Sean – there’s plenty of suits and tuxes to choose from.” she said. When the boys walked off, she grabbed Tessa’s arm and pulled over to a section with dresses. “As for us, there are thousands of dresses to choose from.” she said, giving a smile. “First things first: I kind of need to get washed up. So, I’ll be right back.” she said, and with that she walked off to probably take a shower or something and clean the… uh… blood off of her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Scar clapped his hands to see that everything was just peachy in the dining hall. Food was all being set out, it was going to be a lunch to remember. At the same time however, he had crews searching the castle for what they believed to a big spider lurking. One they suspected had stolen Beserker. As Scar watched a chef wheel in the desert trolley, Suda came up and tapped the Alp on the back. It gave him one hell of a fright.

“GAH!” he practically jumped out of his skin, and put his hand to his heart. Scar thought it might be the evil spider demon sneaking up on him. The dwarf frowned and shook his head as though irritated. ‘It’s only me. Look, we haven’t found a damn thing. Nothing but a large web that was in the far corner of the workshop. I’m not exactly the best housekeeper down there, and I’d say that she…yes she has been down there a while.” This was food for thought. How long had it been down there? Had it been watching Beserker since the armor returned from Wrath? No one in their right mind would dare let it trick them to wearing it, especially after the fall of Mammon.

“So a spider was down there. That we know for sure. Hmm, maybe she cleared off with the armor during the ball.”This was the logical conclusion, there was enough drama and killing to hide someone trying to steal something. Suda shrugged. All he knew was that Beserker was gone.

“Are you going to tell Mariela?” That was the dwarf’s next question.

“And upset her? No no no no.” She was getting ready for lunch, and was taking a while. “I might go see how she is faring. You keep up the patrols until we have something concrete.”

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Suda saluted then waddled off, as Scar took to the stairs in search of Mariela. Her brothers and friend Tessa were already getting changed, and hearing the sound of water running, Scar wandered into Mariela’s bathroom………..

“OH GOD!…I SWEAR…I DIDN’T SEE A THING!”

But did he?

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  The brothers were in a different room changing into suits, and Tessa was in another room putting on the dress of her choice. This only left Mariela in her bathroom, washing up. She couldn’t exactly go to lunch covered up in blood, now could she? That wouldn’t exactly look good on her.

She threw her hair up in a clip, stepping in the shower and closing the curtain as she stood under the water. The bathroom door was closed, and you would think that and the sound of running water would stop people from walking in… obviously not. The water turned red as the blood washed off of her, and Mariela made sure there wasn’t an ounce left. After awhile, she shut off the water, then examined her arms to make sure it was all off. At this point, she heard the door open, and she narrowed her eyes as she wondered who it was.

She reached her hand out to grab a white robe, slipping it on before stepping out and holding it closed. Once again, you’d think water running and the door being closed would be signs to stay out… apparently to Scar, that was an invitation to enter. She heard Scar’s voice, and finished tying off the robe as she turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

She finished tying the robe, turning around to face Scar. “There’s a thing called knocking, Scar. You should learn how to use it.” she spoke, before she ended up smiling anyway. At the current moment, she was practically glowing. Her hair was still held up with a clip, but water still stuck to her skin as she now crossed her arms. “Is there a problem?” she then asked.

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Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Scar stood there, holding his hand up to cover his eyes. Unaware that Mariela had pulled on a robe before he waltzed into the steam filled bathroom. He really should have knocked first, but Scar wasn’t exactly up to speed with social graces. Once a demon, always a demon. Bringing his hand down slowly, when Mariela told him he should learn to knock, Scar appeared sheepish. Twisting his right foot, with his hands held behind his back. His cheeks went a little pink. Maybe he secretly wished he had seen something. Either way, to see her smiling again was worth the trouble he caused. As Scar stood there, he realized that this was the first chance that they had to be alone since he ran with her into the Maze. Though this was not the setting he had in mind to speak to her privately, there was a form of intimacy in a sense. Bringing his hands out from behind him, you could see Scar’s face becoming a bit more serious. She questioned if there was a problem, holding her self in a stance that was a little more formal. Scar shrugged his shoulders, trying to throw off what had been sent him scurrying about the castle like a mad man.

“Just…bugs.” he answered, a little roll of the eyes as though it was nothing important. Something else had entered his mind, and he now wanted to say what he had been thinking.

“You know….I thought I was done down there.” Speaking of the maze and being trapped – headless on the other side of the mirror. “Usually when its off with your head, it’s permanent.” The broken mirror had meant that he had no way of coming back, but thanks to the young witch – now Princess of Greed, he survived and was standing before her now. Scar was truly thankful.

“I don’t know the words to say…or how to show you how grateful I am for what you did for me.” Scar’s eyes showed that he was feeling a great deal of emotions. Emotions that he never knew he had in him. By nature, he was the demon of nightmares and in no way a romantic. Least he didn’t think so.

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“I can see why your family love you so much.” Now he was staring at her, speaking the truth. He had seen how the boys were back in the hat about when she had died saving them. She was truly a beautiful soul…inside and out. The Kingdom of Greed was lucky to have her as their new head. Changes were going to come, and he hoped…no he prayed to be at her side when she took on the role officially.

He closed the distance between them and raised his right hand to cup her cheek gently.

“I’m indebted to you. And I want you to know, that I would do anything for you, Mariela. I’d die for you.”

It was true. Scar was in love with the girl. He could shout it from the rooftops, if he had the courage – but he wanted her to say that she loved him. For all the crazy things he had done in the past, he felt that he may not be worthy of what would be the greatest prize…..her love.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

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

Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District  (Anime Adventure Quest)

 

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The land closest to the sea and the area in which the sea trading is most frequent. When people come to this land they could practically smell the ocean. The land here is actually hovering over the ocean unlike the rest of the land. The section here is mainly decorated with sky blue themes and the largest most prominent building here is owned by the Leader of Sea trade and nicknamed God of the Sea . Be careful in approaching the building ,the company may not be forgiving.

Matt:

 

Akio was slipping through the streets of the Nautical district, his crimson eyes flowing over the buildings, people, and animals in the area. His black kimono swept under and behind him as he moved. There were slight shuffles with every movement, but other than that he was completely silent. His ears were clearly visible, but his tails were somewhat tucked under his kimono. Most of the fur that could be seen on his tails were black, but the tips had a white wisps to them. The hair on his head, and ears was black as well. The only other color to him for real was the deep crimson lining that flowed over his garb, as well as the red in his eyes. In his mind he had a certain trail of thought as to where he was going. To most it wouldn’t make any sense, but he knew.

“I’ll see if she is there. If not then i will look elsewhere.”

His thoughts flowed from his thin lips, but they were little more than a whisper. Not so for people around him to remain oblivious to his words, but simply for this is how he spoke most times. His voice was a calming one, despite his very short fuse that hid itself behind his pillowed words. In mere moments he could go from being soft, calm, and respectful to the most fouled mouth, violent, and rude person one might come across. It was a strange combination indeed.

Akio had been staying within the nautical district for a few days now, only recently having come to the city from his journey that held so many dark secrets, and memories. What had brought him out now was of a rumor of a furry convention, but when he arrived it turned out that the people that he had gotten the information from was unreliable when it came to accuracy. Despite this Akio had found a favorite place to stay while here. This was where he was headed now.

The kitsune had been walking for a good thirty minutes before he arrived at a small patch of tall bushes. Near the base was a small gap between the adjacent roots. It was just big enough for a small child, but there was noway he could have fit through there. This thought made a small, almost invisible smirk to slid over his lips. Once the streets had cleared of people Akio check his surroundings. There was no one around, or near as far as he could tell. With a gleam in his eyes his body was wrapped in a small bout of a deep sapphire colored flame. It completely enveloped him, but was gone as quick as it had come.

The fires had seemed to take the male with them, leaving a small, black, six-tailed fox in his wake. Its eyes were burning red, his ears were perked up, and his tails were whipping about him. Under its eyes, and scoring its back were odd archaic symbols that showed themselves in a deep crimson along the foxes fur. This was Akio’s favorite form to take. It let him move around with ease, and find nice high places to sleep when he felt the need. For now though he was using it to tuck himself between the bushes. When he came out upon the other side there was a small tunnel of stone. It seemed to lead through a building, and had been meant to be found by children. Sort of a secret hide away. Akio quickly followed the path, his lithe body flowing around the turns, and turning with the passage like poetry.

Within minutes Akio found himself in a small clearing with small trees lining the edge of the clearing. They were each bending inwards, casting a cover over the small hollow. A small child may have been able to squat while in here, but if he returned to a humanoid form he would ruin the place. In the dead center of the hollow was a small stone that held a mirror on it. The light that was able to get through the branches and the leaves was reflected off the mirror, and cast all around to lighten the hiding area up for a certain number of hours a day. Akio looked up with his keen fox eyes, and saw people passing by what would seem like a bush to them. They were ignorant, stubborn, an had no idea the wonders one might find in the small joys in their lives.

It was then that a screen, sitting above a platform that led to the docks, had changed from its regular setting to a broadcast. The queen apparently had words of wisdom to speak to the lessers, or that was how he saw it at least. That was until he heard her message of the prison, and the prisoners. Most would be gasping, screaming, or passing out from fright, but Akio was smiling. Some may say animals cannot smile, but the small form of a fox he held was clearly beaming with a grin.

“This is perfect. She might be there. My sister. Kasumi.”

His thoughts ran through his head quickly, and then his body followed suit. He left the small hollow from the way he had came, and returned to the streets before anyone could tell what had happened. He then slipped into an ally, and shifted once more, returning to the look he had before. This time there was a large pitch black Nodachi blade hanging from the back of his kimono. The blade was light, and so put little to no weight on his clothes. This was the blade known as Korui Akuma.

Now that he was back in a human form he began making his way towards the docks, ready to find his sister. True he disliked her, but there was some unfinished business they had together. He hoped that she would show up to help these people so he may confront her. It could end up very interesting.

 

 

Fu:

 

The Docks

– The Ship was docked just outside of the Nautical district ; located at the docks which of course meant that it was awaiting travelers to board. The ship had a embedded insignia of a Trident , the symbol of Atlantis Co. and it meant the company was showcasing their ships to be used for the voyage to Hellgate Prison. They were going to assist the people who were willing and brave , all as a ploy to get approval by the people. The time was coming near, and it was almost time to board the ship to move onwards to the Island . Was everyone ready ? It would seem that it wasn’t so as the ship wasn’t entirely full with people . It would wait awhile longer before it was ready to depart . Shuzen himself stayed near the entrance of the ship welcoming people on , dressed extremely casual as if to assimilate with the other passengers. –

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Shuzen :” Please make yourself comfortable , Enjoy your voyage. Hello ; welcome . There is beer and nourishment’s in the kitchen , feel free to go and take what you’d like . Remember to vote Shuzen as Nautical District’s Regional Mayor. ”

– Shuzen didn’t leave his post , he wanted to see all of the passengers who had came with his own eyes ; but did he have a real reason beyond political gain ? From a certain standpoint it would seem as if he was evaluating the members , seeing if they would survive or not . He kept spotting weak people , minus a man adorned in a white mechanical suit which had seemed to pique his interest so far. –

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Atlantis Ship : Cargo Bay

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– Hio snuck on board , knowing there was no other ships going to the Island ; he had no other choice but to get on the way he had and stay out of sight hiding behind several crates . He stayed quiet and awaited for the ship to begin it’s voyage. Hio didn’t seem very happy either , his face displayed a annoyed expression as he could even sense the amount of noise coming from upstairs.-

Hio:” When will this ship take off ….”

 

Kiri:

 

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Kasumi was smiling as she walked down the street, despite her only real reason for being in this place was the broadcast which had explained there was a massive prison riot occurring now; this disturbed her but she didn’t show it, she simply kept her upbeat attitude, practically skipping down the street as she thought with a small hum in her voice.

Kasumi had been in the furry convention, on its last day no less, with Grant at the time when it had come on; she had grown darker as she listened, not only because of the broadcast itself but also because of the fact it brought up bad memories. Probably worried Grant half to death, but of course she had dragged him along with her, only giving him the explanation that she had to go and even if he didn’t go she would alone. She knew what could happen if they got out, they could do things just as bad as if not worse than her own brother had done. She knew that, that’s why she had to go.

After a bit of running, Kasumi had let go of Grant’s hand, and she was hoping that the man was still with her. It’d be reckless to go in alone, but she knew that even then she had a duty to do this. There was a chance her brother was in there and if he was…… she didn’t want to think about that but… she would be the one to put him down if it was the case. She wasn’t worried about the fact he was technically stronger than her because of the difference in tails, that meant nothing to him.

Kasumi finally looked behind her after a couple minutes, smiling brightly behind her as she called out to Grant, but little did she know there was someone so close who could recognize the voice she released. After all… he had once gotten the same voice…

“Grant, you still there or did I leave you way behind!?”

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District

“Yeah!” Grant sung out as he finally caught her up, practically out of breath. It was quite some day and with what Kasumi had planned, Grant was not going to miss this for the world. It had been at the final day of the furry convention that they learnt about the prison riot. All eyes glued to a massive wall of television screens that showed what had been happening. News reporters in special bullet proof vests, and with the words ‘PRESS” emblazoned on them spoke with a heightened sense of danger to alert all on Alterus of what was happening. Grant was a little worried about what it meant for them to get involved, but with his new found powers thanks to the Mask, it would be a great way to test it out. Sure, he had scared his apartment manager, Mrs Abecrombe half to death one night, when he came home to get his things, only to decide to put the mask on to play a prank. Needless to say his wild comic actions and the graffiti he wrote on the apartment building walls, had many in the building talking. He had written “Mrs Abecrombe has blue waffles” about two thousand times in various sizes and script type. It was going to take a month of sundays to get that all scrubbed off the walls.

But here on this day Kasumi and Grant had come down to get on the ship that would take them over to the prison. “Can I help it if you are like….super fast in those shoes?” Grant pointed down at the girl’s footwear and then beamed a smile at her. “I did manage to catch you up though. So where is this ship?’ Grant put his hand up like a visor, scouting to see which vessel they were meant to get on.

Dressed in jeans, a polo and carrying his trusty back pack, Grant looked more like a backpacker than a member of a fighting force. His hair was a lot better kept though and thankfully he had showered that morning. Taking out a packet of menthos, he took one out and popped it into his mouth. He then offered the packet to Kasumi with a shake of his wrist.

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“Mint?”

 

~RB~

 

Hibu:

 

The room was silent; in fact it was pitch black. Shadows creaked along the walls with mischievous smirks. On the dark oak wood nightstand, a candle ignited displaying the only light source within the room. The room wasn’t abandoned for a feeble structure with kinky snow white hair was chained to the bed. Shackles were placed around her wrist, Scars ran along her skin leaving remembrance of miserable beatings. This would be the first in months she was getting a chance to sleep, but it wasn’t making much of a difference. The nightmares were becoming more violent with every sleep.
The female babbled her eyelashes with her vision weary with only darkness filling her pupils. Ordinarily this would confuse and freak one who happened to wake up in darkened abandoned room, but this was ordinary for her. The tight feeling of shackles being placed around her wrist of both left and right hand didn’t seemed to bother her. A bandage wrapped around her left eye due to punishment that happened in the past. It was frequent to have beating for she was slave, supposedly lower than livestock. This didn’t bother to be called such. Kasumi knew she was too afraid to do anything, she could have escape, but every time the thought came into her mind her body becomes paralyzed. Why? By many people Kasumi was said to have invisible chains set by Shuzen. He had applied so much fear into her, Kasumi was mentally was too afraid to even go against his wishes. When given the chance to escape, Kasumi can’t help, but too stay. Being token away by her parents at such a young age then being stripped in front of a plethora amount of dirty old man, made the female remember that little girl wail out in misery to her parents even though she knew they weren’t going to be saving her. “I wonder when master will be back” her voice was pathetic and soft as she spoken. The female attempted to stand, but the collar around her neck, which was chained to bedpost, which prevented her to stand a full length. Thus, the female sat herself back in her previous position. She was alone with nothing to do, her body was feeble and weary not strong enough to break neither the chains nor the shackles. Is this her life? Being chained to bedpost hardly feed, or even cared for? Her mother once told her that, “Everyone has meaning in this world even its small or big” she believed those words, but soon they faded from her faith. Where the watching? Looking down on their child from the “heavens” or were they looking at their daughter in disgrace. Did they care anymore? Probably not, the high elves were such an intelligent race; to be enslaved was disgraceful. She sighed with depression, moist droplets streamed down her numb red cheeks only to hit the floor. She didn’t want to live this life, but she lacked the courage to do anything about it. Every time her eyelid closed the picture of his unmerciful eyes came into mind, which would prevent her from sleeping for the rest of the night

 

Kiri:

 

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“Good, and these shoes aren’t the reason I’m so fast buddy boy. Natural physical trait, me and my bro-…… never mind.”

Kasumi cut off in the middle of her sentence, possible for the fiftieth time over the past week of peace since the dungeon. It seemed, more and more lately too because of the fact Grant had been dealing with it all week since she started hanging around him. She never spoke of him without cutting off the sentence just for the very reason it was forbidden, not even counting how much pain it brought back. She hadn’t seen him for years and she knew very well why… she couldn’t forget after what had happened, especially with the damage she’d done herself in a fit of Feral Rage.

Kasumi shook her head and gave a small smile, reminiscing her father for a moment, as those thoughts typically brought on thoughts of him. According to what he’d told her, he had changed a lot in the years before she was born, he’d told her that he’d made mistakes that had torn his own life apart with his brother and father. Life could throw things at you that could bring you to your knees, but one thing he always made sure she remembered was that true strength is shown through the heart, the willingness to continue fighting even though you get hit, to defend those you care for no matter how much it hurts. It’s not about how hard you can hit, it’s about how hard you can GET HIT and KEEP on trying. That’s the lesson he always taught her and she’d taken it to heart the day she unleashed her Flaming Persona.

Kasumi blinked as she heard Grant’s voice again and looked at him with a rose eyebrow, her crimson eyes landing on the Mentos packet that was in his hands; letting out a small chuckle she nodded, reaching out and taking the packet, popping one into her mouth before handing it back to him. It wasn’t like she needed it, she just liked the taste of it, and considering her tongue was more sensitive than his, she enjoyed it a lot however long it lasted. Well… that isn’t entirely accurate, one’s sense of smell is ninety percent of their sense of taste, so really the reason she tasted it more is because her nose was far stronger. Ah oh well. Kasumi spoke quietly as she pushed her power down, making it harder to tell that she was a lot stronger than many of the occupants of the boat now getting on.

“Thanks, come on, let’s get on the boat before it leaves. I have a bad feeling about this and… well, it’s better that people other humans are on board with this, no telling what we’ll encounter. I’m already having to suppress my power by a lot, never telling where an enemy may come from. I want then to underestimate me in the case that I have to fight on board as well as at the prison. Off chance of that happening, but still.”

Kasumi was serious, and finished talking several minutes before she even managed to get to Shuzen, but even so she gave him a cautious gaze, but a smile full of sass while she passed. She wasn’t senseless, she knew the look of someone analyzing others when she saw it… it was a look she’d seen before. She replied to Shuzen with a arrogant grin and cheeky tone in her voice, but one that held an underlying understanding. The only thing she could have done to give away she wasn’t as weak as many of the people getting on the boat.

“Hmm, sure thing~ If you make it worth it, Shuzen-san.~”

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District

To share a small mint with friends is like something out of a TV commercial. It always has a way of bringing a smile to a weary face. Grant had a sweet tooth, just one of many things that Kasumi was yet to learn about our latest adventure hero. Though at the moment, he was acting more like a tourist than anything else. Dressed for comfort rather than style – cause really he was never was much of a fan of fashion, Grant looked so easy going. He’d had an interesting time since he had finished his first ever quest, but one thing he did notice in the time that he spent with the talkative kitsune, was that she never finished her sentences. Odd really. Like she was always leaving out the best part of the story for reasons that only made sense to her.

Grant just followed her anyways. He didn’t question her reasoning, nor try to pick apart what she had said – just taking it at face value.

They were now facing the vessel that was to take them across the waters to the Prison. Staring up at it, Grant let out a small whistle, but showed no fear at all. Not even when Kasumi expressed her feelings on it and they weren’t good ones. She complained that she was having to already suppress her powers a great deal at the present times, and with the boat being filled with nearly all humans, it was going to be a feat in itself to continue to keep her defenses up. One point she raised, was that the enemy could be anywhere, even on board the ship and she needed people to think that she was harmless. Underestimating her strength.

Talk about a good plan. By the looks of Grant, the only thing he would be hitting would be the ship’s on board menu.

Following Kasumi up the docked ship’s gang plank, he waved cheerfully at Shuzen.

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‘I’m Grant! You look even better in person, Sir. I’ll vote for you! Do you have a campaign button? I love those. Where is the beer and chips again?”

 

~RB~

 

Sieg:

 

Watch that late night movie they said…nothing bad will happened they say…idiot, idiots all of them!

The crimson eyed rabbit cursed inside his mind as using his C-Gear he began speeding across the streets of the Nautical District. Today a ship was leaving to a destination that basicly no one with an inch of sanity or common sense would come close to, unless they had some sort of sense of heroism or business there…and of course this bunny just needed to have both! He hated that, that sence that he had to do the right thing…it ruined his business, it ruined his day…and of course he had to be the only living fool to take a job to deliver a package there. Any sane and insane courier for that matter gave this job the finger, low pay, high danger…but no…he had to take it because they gave him puppy eyes and he would be going anyways

Gaia be damned Bolt…go faster!

Right now he was breaking every speeding limit in the whole district if not the whole planet while he was draining his C-Gear dry to just reach the docks that finally were at sight. At first the bunny was relieved, he had crossed half of the city at top speed basically almost crashing into every vehicle moving slower than 300 kilometres per hour, wich was most of them anyways if not all, and finally he was there. He was relieved to say the least…except for a simple trouble…he was heading for a crowd of people at more than 300 kilometres per hour with near to no space to use the breaks…curse this day…

Son of a…out of the way you fleabags!

Red yelled at the top of his lungs towards the people in his way as he basically pressed the breaks with all his might, trying to stop his Bolt and maneuver it so he wouldn’t end up running anyone over. And as expected he ended up with his face on the ground basically scratching all over the ground while the Gear was above him. Red basically cursed, in every language known to man, elf and Rabbit as he digged his fingers into the ground, leaving deep marks on it as finally he somehow ended up stopping before running over Mr. Shunzu. And he remained there for a few moments, as the C-Gear shifted into a board form and Red slowly got up from the ground

Stupid…ground…

Amazingly enough Red was actually intact, not even fur lost as he just survived what would have made him lose a hand and maybe break all his bones. Granted that right now his fur was a mess, everything hurt and he used some of his aura in the inside of his body to make sure everything remained on place…but still, if anyone had doubts about a Rabbit resistance right now they were silenced. Not to say the same about Red, whose blush was not so well hidden as he noticed the embarrassing entrance he made and the few eyes set on him

What?…never saw anyone having an accident?

Hostile as ever the bunny just began dusting himself off as he fixed his crimson colored vest and began to work on his pure white fur that not seemed to stand up in all angles. Hard to imagine that something as soft as him could actually be in such a bad mood and ready enough to punch someone into another galaxy if they brought up this incident on the way to Hellgate. Seriously thought, in what other way could thing be wrost than this? He believed he embarrassed himself in front of a crowd not to mention the fact that maybe he damaged his C-Gear in the process

At least it can’t get worse than this…

 

Fu:

 

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” Just put in your vote in the ship’s voting room , and the beer and chips are currently on the deck at this moment . We want to have the best things out in the open for others. And thank you for the compliment , it is quite appreciated ~ ”

– Being around a person like Shuzen was sure to have felt quite different then other people due to the fame he had . It wasn’t like he was the King or Queen but it was similar to meeting someone you’d rarely meet and it was altogether a special experience in it’s own right. His smile was big and his eyes slanted as he made a slightly appeased face to the responses he was given. He spoke to Grant and Kasumi simultaneously as they had approached as expected , he wouldn’t ignore the people entering the boat . Not long after they moved onto the ship a Bunny-humanoid being had appeared before him and the Blue Haired male stared curiously at him as he moved extremely fast. This person was peculiar in varying ways , but it was clear why he was here . He was heading to Hellgate too and Shuzen wouldn’t deny him passage , he was more then welcome to join the current people ready to embark. –

” Hello Sir, If you are heading to Hellgate you are more then welcome aboard this Ship , sponsored by Atlantis Co . Lodging is free as long as you vote for me ~”

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Nun’s Habit – GS.

Scene setting : The streets outside St Luke’s Cathedral.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Sisters of Immaculate Chastity were having a good old fashioned sing song on the small church bus as they drove through town on the way back to the Cathedral. The children at the ward all loved the toys and happy smiles of the nuns, who never missed the chance to spread some of God’s love and cheer amongst the dear little cherubs. Sister Marjorie was especially pleased with herself, since her snappy rendition of “The Lord’s prayer” was a right hit with the nurses and of course the well heeled Doctor Sloane. Now however they had one last stop before going back to help with the bingo night that Father Thomas always did on a Friday night.

“Should we stop and pick up some more cookies, Sister Mary Jane?” A voice from the back called out. It was Sister Stevie, one of the wilder ones of the group. Her face bright and cheerful as she waited for a reply. Sister Marjorie was of course still in high spirits over the hospital visit.

“I’m pretty sure that there are enough there at the kitchen, Sister Stevie.” She didn’t even look back to see the smile fall from Sister Stevie’s face. Little did Sister Marjorie know that Sister Stevie had an ulterior motive. “Well, I am pretty sure that the barrel was a bit low after Wednesday night choir practice. Uhm…why don’t you just drop me off at the corner across the road from the Cathedral and I can grab a few packets.” It was pretty clear that Sister Stevie was not giving up.

“Oh…oh alright. But you hurry along. You know how Father Thomas gets.” This was a warning, since he was known to have something of a short temper, as much as he tried to hide it. Pulling the small bus over the singing stopped long enough for Sister Stevie to get off. She stood on the pavement and waved the Sisters off, as they continued on to the Cathedral – just a few minutes away.

Pleased to be out of the bus, Sister Stevie looked up and down the street. It was an odd sort of night, with many of the usual crowd that you would expect to see. But there was a club that was two doors up from the 7 Eleven that had a group of scruffy looking kids trying to get a rise out of the bouncer. They clearly were not dressed well enough to enter the club, which had a strict policy for their dress code. The bouncer was keeping a stiff upper lip, but the youths were hurling abuse, and using racial taunts.

Sister Stevie kept her head down and tried to walk around the group, but one girl happened to notice her. A red head that was sporting a leather studded vest, a short black skirt with tattered fish net stockings and boots. They weren’t the fancy kind, but more like Doc Martins. Her head turned to follow the nun, who was now on a mission to just get to the convenience store and buy the cookies as promised. But as she was almost outside the entrance, a voice called out to her.

“Nice habit, Sister.’

This had Sister Stevie stop in her tracks. She turned around and came to see it was the same girl that had stood out from the group at the club. “Why…thank you, child.” There was an awkward pause as the girl looked her over. “You don’t look like the flying nun.” That being a character from a vintage TV show classic. Sister Stevie chuckled softly under her breath.“No…we moved with the times. Like you…I guess.” Of course she was referring to what the girl was wearing. The girl bobbed her head, chewing some gum lazily as she took the nun at her word. “Right. Uhm…listen. Me and the gang are heading back to see….a sick friend. You don’t think you could possibly come and….I don’t know.” she twirled her wrist as though she was trying to explain what she meant. “do your…thing. Pray for him. He’s looked like death for a while now.”

Sister Stevie’s face fell at the news that the girl had a sick friend in need of God’s word. She was supposed to be buying cookies for the Cathedral kitchen. But when someone needed God’s care, she had to oblige. “Is it far?” There was a hint of nervousness in her voice. The city could be so dangerous at night.

“A block or two. I promise that you won’t be kept long. It would really mean a lot.”

“Oh…oh okay. Lead the way, child.”

The red headed girl almost skipped at the prospect of the Nun coming down to the group’s hide out. “Just this way. Come on.” The girl reached for Sister Stevie’s hand and dragged her off down the nearest alley. Past homeless men and winos. Sister Stevie almost tripped over a loose part of the road, but the girl had a great deal of strength and kept up the pace. Soon they were standing outside what looked to be an abandoned building. This was getting creepier by the second. “He’s just in there. You’ll find him lying on an old matress down in the back office.”

Sister Stevie hesitated for a moment, before the girl opened the door which had had the lock broken off. She stood silently holding the door.

“He…needs you, Sister.”

Taking a deep breath and trying to summon all her courage, Sister Stevie entered the abandoned building. In the furtherest corner of the building was a light. It must have been the office that the red head had mentioned.

“Hello?” Her voice sang out, but only an echo returned.

“I’m Sister Stevie….from the Cathedral……I was told there was someone here that needed God’s love.”

“Oh I need more than his love…..Sister.”

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A sinister sounding voice came from right behind her. The poor woman froze as she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. A shadow moved in the office, but who was behind her.

“I’m here to help.”

“And help you shall. Or rather….I am going to help myself to you.” The man tore off the nun’s headpiece and coif, her hair tumbling out long and down her back. She let out a terrified scream as the man bit down into her neck. Feasting on her blood, while she reached out to the darkness. There was nothing sweeter than the blood of an innocent virgin, and the man’s eyes rolled back as he continued to gorge on her crimson life force. The shock of the attack caused the nun to be faint, and soon she fell limp in his powerful arms. Blood ran down her chest and splattered on the warehouse floor.

“Told you I could get you one.” The red head was leaning against a crate, watching the feeding frenzy with a gleeful expression. Only when the man had had his fill did he drop the nun to the floor. She was barely alive.

The Vampire wiped his stained mouth with the back of his hand and let out a wild howl of satisfaction.

“She….REALLY did help after all.”

 

~RB~

‘Shows over’ – BC.

 

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Scene setting : The Peach Cafe – Blood City.

Co-written with Temp & Gene.

 

Temp:  Selina was interested in what Ava and Joel had to say about her, but she wasn’t expecting them to inquire about where and when she was from. It seemed that both of them were somewhat suspicious about her and her origins. If she were to tell them the truth then they would most likely not even believe her, and that was if Tallulah even allowed her to tell them in the first place. She had a feeling her Grimoire would interrupt somehow if Selina was about to let out some kind of important information to strangers. Regardless, she decided to just go ahead and go with whatever was going to happen. She stood up and followed Joel and Ava, and they would now make their way towards a Library. Just how was this going to go? Surely they weren’t a threat to her or anything…right?

 

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“You should not be asking her where she is from….but rather…when, Miss Blackbane.”

Ava could not muster a reply. When she is from? Was Joel implying- no, he couldn’t be. Time travel came to her mind, however it was impossible. A few movies were based around them, but that’s all they were: movies. Movies were filled with lies, always giving a misrepresentation of reality. It was why she disliked them. Her ideal weekends would never be going to the cinema.

The decision to leave was, obviously, a good one. When Joel mentioned the library, Ava slid out of the booth and moved to the table she was previously at; there was one bag on the table, which contained products she bought at her time in the market. After collecting them, she looked to Joel and Selina, then the others. They were still the centre of attention and it began to unnerve Ava. She felt as though every individual had their eyes on the group. In associating themselves with Selina, it appeared the crowd now viewed them the same way: abnormal. If Ava had the guts, she’d step forward and defend hers and Joel’s actions. If only she had the guts.

With one nod, Ava indicated she was ready to leave. She walked to the door and held it open for Joel and Selina. It was time to go to the library.

 

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Did Joel really expect Ava to entertain the notion that their new friend may in fact be from another time? It was true science fiction. Time travel simply was not possible according to all sources, and yet there were things in this world that no one could truly understand or even begin to comprehend. Joel was always passionate about learning as much as he could about theories, superstitions and even the occult. The whole point of his visit to the Peach cafe was to take notes and study from the ancient text that he had sitting on the booth table.

Taking the weathered book up off the table, Joel opened the flap of his leather satchel and carefully slid it inside. A light brushing down of the flap to conceal it and he was right to go. Ava was still muted by Joel’s suggestion, and this made him think that she found Joel’s statement to be fanciful. Selina on the other hand said nothing. This alone caused the hair on the back of Joel’s neck to bristle. Maybe he was onto something after all. He watched her slide out of the booth, with the cat plushie tight to her chest. It was just a toy, right?

Selina indicated with a nod of her head that she was ready to leave. Joel moved across the floor and pulled open the door. He stepped back as each of the girls passed through. This left him alone with the gawking crowd of cafe patrons. A dark and brooding look returned to his features as he said firmly.

“Shows over people. You can return to your regular dining schedule.” He sounded like a television broadcaster, but with a nasty streak. The customers all muttered to each other, before returning to their conversations, papers and laptops. All but one. A young man had been tapping something into his phone. This was the same man that had taken a picture earlier. Releasing the door, Joel strolled over and hovered before the man, before his hand reached out and snatched up the phone. The cheeky bastard was about to post the picture on social media.

“Oi! Give that back!” The young man protested. Joel held the phone just out of reach and said. “Oh…you mean this?” His thumb worked the keypad and he erased the picture of Selina and Ava with one flick. Happy now that the evidence of Selina’s visit was gone, he then dropped the phone into a glass of water. Mission complete

“Oops.”

Joel smirked at the young man in the booth, and then headed out of the cafe, whistling to himself. The girls should be waiting outside, and together the trio would start off for the library.

 

~RB~

Finding common ground – BC.

Scene setting : The Peach Cafe – Blood City.

co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

Temp:  Selina was actually quite fond of physical touch, or at least she felt like she was. This was likely something from her true self leaking over. The magic and abilities she possessed were very much reliant on touch more so than feeling. There were a great deal of things she could do to this man now that his hand was in hers, but she refused to do such a thing. This man was offering her a kindness previously unknown to her since her awakening. In truth, the emotions and thoughts of her true self bleeding over were quite frustrating.

Thankfully, she now had something to distract herself with in the form of Joel and a Miss Blackbane. The girls last name was actually extremely interesting for some reason. It felt familiar in some way, though she couldn’t quite place why. Regardless, there was now an introduction between them all, but they still didn’t know her name. As soon as she sat down she looked back and forth between the two curiously. Surely there would be now harm in sharing her full name to them. It was unlikely they’d know anything about her. “Mine name is Selina Shamandalie, ’tis a pleasure to meet thou.” She offered them both a slight bow of her head, and rested her eyes upon Joel upon hearing his request. “Nay, but I appreciate thy tender.” There was one thing that was surprising though. Joel seemed to think she was near the same age as Miss Blackbane. This was actually quite false. Even though she was very confused and alone, she knew that telling a human she was centuries old wouldn’t blow over so well. For now she would have to just go with his assumption of her youth.

 

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However long had gone by until Joel and Selina came to the booth was unknown by Ava; she had been too busy pondering on the current state of affairs. Though, the moment the two came over, Ava returned to reality and looked to them both. With Joel and Selina standing side by side, Selina’s height was really eemphasized she was small, very small and perhaps it was her height which gave Ava the impression of her being a young girl. Though, her mannerisms and the way she spoke told a whole other story. As Joel introduced herself, for her, Ava smiled.

“Please, call me Ava,” She added. As for Joel’s comment about them being around about the same age, based on her appearance Ava would say she was a few years younger. She decided not to mention it; Ava hadn’t realised Joel was trying to establish a common ground. Ava did want to ask Selina for her age, but it might have come off as an inappropriate question, so once again she kept her mouth shut.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Selina,” Her surname was one Ava would expect in a history book.

Ava had no idea what to say. There were times when she was socially awkward around those her own age, however this time it was due to Selina’s attire and the way she spoke. How could someone pretend it was normal? Nevertheless, Ava decided she might as well try. It was clear that Joel was a few steps ahead, of Ava, when it came to accepting the girl and her differences.

“So, where do you come from?” She asked. Moments after asking the question, Ava realised that maybe she shouldn’t have asked the question. She had posed it in such a way that it’d make it clear Ava didn’t think she came from around here. Was it rude? No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

Her eyes flitted around the room. People were looking at them. Usually, people would only look at her because of who she was. Now, they were looking at her because of who she was with. Everyone was having their own conversation, though it was obvious which conversations were regarding Selina; they’d occasionally glance over as they spoke. Out of the corner of her eye, Ava saw a flash. She scanned the room for whoever it was, and saw someone – a male young adult to be precise. Had he taken a picture? If the picture was put on social media, then someone would recognise Ava. It’s not like she minded being seen with someone like Selina, however it was the fact she’d be seen in the Inner City. Her parents never liked it when she came here, especially on her own.

“Maybe we should go somewhere less,” She hesitated, thinking of the right word to use, “Crowded,”

 

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Joel took the girl’s rejection of the offer of more food well; shrugging softly as it was no big deal. The young girl was so polite, and the way she kept up with the use of words from another era was impressive. But the more she spoke, the more that Joel realized that the girl was not from this place, and now he questioned if she even knew where she was. Her name was Selina Shamandalie, a pretty name by all accounts. The teacher had not come across that name before, and he glanced toward Ava to see if there was a look of recognition upon her face. Sadly, there was no way to tell, what Ava was thinking. She kept her replies light and curt – as though she didn’t know quite what to say. No wonder this girl was alone. She was seriously lacking in social skills.

“So, where do you come from?”

Joel watched on silently for a moment, to see what Selina would say. He was curious too, but then his eyes narrowed as he thought of a question of his own. “You should not be asking her where she is from….but rather…when, Miss Blackbane.”

The young teacher was staring at the delicate embroidery on the girl’s attire, and knew that there was no way that had been made by a seamstress of the modern age. All of it was hand stitched. The kind of clothing you would see in a museum display. Joel’s face lifted slightly and he again turned on the charm.

“This really isn’t the place to discuss such delicate matters. The walls have ears, along with some very nosy patrons.” He was right of course, since all eyes WERE on the trio. There was a sudden flash, like you would get from a smart phone or camera, and the young teacher growled under his breath. What ever happened to privacy? Joel’s patience was now at an end. Ava had already suggested that they go somewhere less crowded, and he couldn’t agree more.

“I think the best place to go would be the library.” Signalling to Ava to gather her things. “If that is alright with you, Miss Shamandalie.”

Joel stepped back and made for a clear path towards the exit.

 

~RB~

 

 

Teasing & Twerking – GS.

 

Scene setting:  Elissa’s Apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Elissa very promptly scoffed at the kiwi comment, resisting the urge to make a comment along the lines of ‘hopefully the branch isn’t a baby carrot,’ mostly succeeding just because she didn’t know the sign language for ‘carrot.’ That said, his weird way of offering a frontal view got her to raise her eyebrows with surprise, though she was quick enough on the trigger to fire back with a toothy grin, ~I bet I’d ask for a refund.~ Nothing quite like some playful insults between friends. What was that that one of the boys on the old squad had said? ‘You know when you have a true friend when you can say things that would get you arrested if said in public.’

She also continued eating her apple as she looked over at him, just waiting for his witty retort. Truth be told, there a lot of different traits she could appreciate in a man, from sensitivity to confidence to intelligence. She wasn’t about to declare Tommy a paragon of that first, but the other two he very clearly had down pat, and damn if that wasn’t something that got her a little hot under the collar. It had been a while since she lost her husband, and while she did miss him, she’d long ago realized that he wouldn’t want her to mope about him too much; so she latched onto that philosophy as best she could manage. Why be afraid of joy because of something you couldn’t change? Sure those old feelings would return, but she would rather avoid them than cling to them.

As Tommy moved closer, she looked up at him expectantly, wondering exactly where he was going with it. The exact situation of his relationship with the other woman got a raised eyebrow out of him, but she chose to take his word for it that he was free as a bird. And then he took his pot shot. There was a very brief moment where she looked genuinely surprised by his compliment, clear as day. Still, she was quick to react, and she came up with an interesting way to toy with him a bit. Turning towards him and making sure that there was some open space behind him, she leaned up on her tip-toes, putting both hands on his chest, looking like she was offering a kiss. However, before he could move to put his hands behind her, she pushed him away somewhat firmly, though all the while grinning wickedly, grabbing her apple from the counter and signing challengingly, ~You’re not man enough to keep up.~ Her blue eyes were sparking fiercely, challenging him to try as she took a bite of her apple, cocking her hips and putting her free hand on it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Now there is a thing called playing hard to get, but there is also that moment when a challenge is issued. Acting all coy and then giving Tommy a good shove back followed by a wicked signing that he wasn’t man enough to keep up with her, was like throwing down the gauntlet. “Aha!” Tommy let out a loud laugh as though he found her comment to be totally laughable. Tommy Xo? Not man enough. Was she daring to question his ability to please a woman? Oh those baby blue eyes of her were practically dazzling as she took another bite from her apple and gave a little hip wiggle. Her hand resting on her hip as though she was daring him.

 

Tommy started to slowly unbutton his shirt, and there would be no signing from him as he exposed his chest. He then pulled it roughly from where it was tucked into his pants and ripped it off – showing off his upper torso. Tommy started to make his pecs dance as he did a little shuffle, giving Elissa a little floor show in the kitchen.

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“I got the moves, El.”

It was like something out of a Channing Tatum movie for her eyes only. Either she was going to choke on her apple, or die laughing. Either way, this morning was getting pretty interesting. Tommy grabbed his tie and then draped it around Elissa’s neck and winked to see how she would react. He then spun around and twerked….Yes…he twerked.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa remained calmly watching as Tommy went about slowly stripping out of his shirt, wondering what in the world he had in mind. She knew darn well that she’d pretty well thrown down the gauntlet and she figured that unless he was the weakest person ever she’d probably have to put up with him attempting to put the moves on her for the next little while. And she was perfectly fine with that. However, what she hadn’t been expecting was for him to go full-on Chip’n’Dale’s on her right there in her kitchen. Initially she was just stunned, her eyes watching as his muscles rippled and just trying to comprehend what she was watching… and once he spoke she was immediately rolling, soft coughs escaping her as she leaned over, tears of laughter streaming down her face.

At that point, all was thrown to the wind, goodbye rules, goodbye outside world, hello surreally sexy morning. As he wrapped his tie around her, she promptly winked back with an eager grin, wanting to know where he was going with this. But then he… oh jeeze. He twerked. Well, there were two reactions she could have to that, but only one of which would have actually been worth the effort. If you can’t beat ’em…

Immediately she joined him, rubbing her front up against him, ignoring the fact that she was on the wrong side for the female. She wasn’t in anything nearly as sexy as his attire (or lack thereof), but her nightgown definitely rode up to reveal her plain panties. She placed her hands on his backside while this was going on, and she even went so far as to give him a light smack, a snicker accompanying it as they went.

Eventually she tired of the embarrassment that was realizing she twerked of all things, so she quickly grabbed him and spun him around to face her. Grabbing the tie that was now around her neck, she hooked it back around his and yanked her close to her and pressed her lips to his roughly, her eyes burning excitedly. It was a damn good thing she couldn’t speak, because she damn well didn’t want to voice the fact of the matter: despite how silly this whole thing was, Tommy had definitely won.

 

Razorbackwriter:   What a sight! The pair of them both twerking without music but the whisper like laughter that was coming from Elissa. Tommy could be a right dolt at times, but in a way it was infectious as now Elissa had completely lowered her guard and joined in on the mad cap dancing. Totally taking on the wrong roles, with Tommy acting more like Miley Cyrus at the Music awards. To feel Elissa rub against him as she did was a bit of a surprise for Tommy; but a happy one at that. When she went a bit further and actually spanked him, he let out a loud whoop like he was at a rodeo. With her hands clasping his rear, Tommy gave her a bit of a ride – so to speak. A few extra ass wiggles and he was done. Before he could catch a breathe however, Elissa grabbed Tommy and spun him around – dropping the tie around his neck as though she was lassoing him. Oh this really was a rodeo. Pleasantly surprised at her bold action, the next thing she did totally caught him off guard. Using the tie, Elissa yanked his head forward and down so that she could press her lips hard to his. Tommy’s eyes were wide with surprise and didn’t miss the look in her eyes. Dayumn! How he did it, he still didn’t know, but the fire in her eyes soon caught his own. Reaching around, Tommy gripped the cheeks of Elissa’s ass and hoisted her up so that she would have to wrap her legs around his hips for support.

A sharp growl emitted from Tommy’s throat – a rich sound that could be felt as well as heard. Tommy didn’t care that Elissa was still in her night gown – which had ridden up even further up her thighs. His fingers dug into the soft cheeks of her backside – kneading them while his tongue searched within her mouth for hers. Tommy may have won, but he easily surrendered to her.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Oh, even without actually having one, Elissa was feeling so hot under the collar she might as well catch fire. She had absolutely no idea why she was doing this, whether she was just in desperate need of something to purge her stress, lonely, genuinely attracted to Tommy on both a physical or mental level, or all of the above, but she just felt absolutely on fire. The feel of his hands on her backside was unexpected, but she had no complaints about it, and moved naturally as he lifted her up off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist while her hands went behind his neck, letting the tie hang limp. The growl was a new one to her, but she loved it, she loved the sensation it created as their mouths tussled.

As he continued to knead her backside she let out a sound of herself, almost like she was sighing, but much more sensual than that. Her tongue fought back against his, gladly meeting it and tangling with it ferociously as she kissed him back aggressively. She may have been a heterosexual woman, but with her husband and her few other past boyfriends she’d been the man of the relationship, and even if she didn’t demand it, her borderline aggressive mentality was still there. Her fingers gripped tightly to his skin, kneading his back much as his hands were working at her, and right now the only thing keeping her from flinging her gown off was the fact that she’d likely fall off if she attempted it. Even if she was no longer the ‘man’ of the house and had quite easily surrendered to Tommy’s wiles, that didn’t mean she didn’t have a different kind of fight left in her.

 

Father Tom – GS.

 

 

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Scene setting : St Luke’s Cathedral.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Another Friday night has rolled around once more. It seemed that the bitter chill brought by the first days of snow had kept many of the die hard bingo ladies snuggled under blankets at home. The door to the church was open and a welcoming light shone from within. Only it was not as it truly appeared. Rufus had been setting out the wooden chairs for the procession of elderly that started to trickle in just after eight o’clock. The slow dragging of the wooden legs across the tiled stone floor creating a strange echo that resonated throughout the whole church. Rufus was more than just a bell ringer. Before being taken in by Father McGowan, he slept upon the streets and under bridges – pan handling when money was truly tight. Now, his future was brighter – somewhat. The Priest with the rugged looks and chiseled chin held a dark secret that the hunchback would come to discover, only by chance. None of this was spoken out in the open mind you. There are some whispers that should remain within the confessional – even if it is the Priest doing the confessing.

A long shadow hovered just above Rufus, who was putting the last chair into place on table ten.

“There we are Father. All’s ready. Are the sisters coming down tonight?”

The sisters he meant were the nuns that helped out at the Cathedral and were great supporters of the church’s bingo night. Father McGowan, or Father Tom as he was more commonly known folded his arms and stared down at his assistant with a look of disdain.

“No…they promised to deliver toys to the Children’s hospital. Bah. It’s just not the same without that brood of penguins.” Penguins being a pet name for what Father Tom referred to as the nuns. The sisters always made the tea and biscuit platters and handled the more annoying bingo ladies that often grated on Father Tom’s nerves. Rufus fidgeted nervously as he smiled up at the Priest. He knew what Father Tom would rather be doing this eve and it didn’t involve calling out bingo numbers. The Priest was a hunter. A hunter for God. The more souls he could send onto God…the better.

“I wouldn’t worry, Father. Saturday night is much better. More wicked sinners out and about. Heh. Right?”

If this was Rufus’s way of cheering the Priest up, it fell on death ears. No sooner had the hunchback spoken, when the first of the old bingo biddies started to parade through the door.

“Oooo Father Tom! You look handsome as ever. I’m feeling lucky in my waters tonight.” This was the first of many such compliments and the Priest faked a smile that would be sickly sweet.

“Just so long as you can hold your waters in till the end of the night, Mrs Jones.”

A light titter of laughter came from Mrs Jones, while the other ladies started taking their places and pulling out all manner of lucky charms, bingo marker pens and bottles of soda. The noisy chatter of the old moos, was like milking time at the shed. Slowly, the Priest made his way to the top table, where the bingo ball cage awaited. He took his seat and grumbled under his breath – low enough for no one to really notice. His hand reached for the crank and slowly he turned it as a wave of excitement went through the room.

How….exciting.

“Two fat ladies…..eighty eight.”

 

~RB~

Disappear – GS.

 

Scene setting : Big Joe’s Pizzeria

co-written with Chor.

 

Chor:   Isa was viciously reminded of her utter starvation the second her foot crossed the threshold. The wind displacement sent a breeze of warm, doughy scent straight to her nostrils and she fought the urge to order and purchase every slice of pizza in the joint. The odd looks she received snapped her mostly out of it and she seated herself in a secluded corner table. Isa had a very unorthodox style about her. She didn’t consider herself beautiful, product of a long, relationship-less life and years of emotional abuse, but she was charming and lovely in a way that drew you to her. If she bothered to eat now and again, she might fill out and stop looking like a corpse herself.

Style wasn’t really in her strong suits; the mess of clothes she called her wardrobe were not of the conventional sort. She wore things for the simple fact that she had to. Another thing that could put her off to people is her tattoos. Now, in an age where mainstream society is basically past the whole ‘tattoos are bad’ idea, her inkings are still a bit much. She’s riddled with symbols, a strange language no one can understand; not even her. It’s not obvious unless she’s in a tank top, but they cover much of her arms as well as her back. Today, though, Isa actually looked presentable. Hair braided loosely until it rested in a ponytail just past her clavicle, a black blouse and a black pencil skirt to match with comfortable flats.

Can I get ‘ya anything, love?” a pleasant-looking woman inquired of Isa. With a shake of her head, Isa dismissed the offer of food. She had to focus, despite her stomach violently grumbling in protest. The woman shook her head, having heard the noise, and stepped away muttering ‘damn shame’. Did she think Isa to have an eating disorder. Do I have an eating disorder? Sighing, Isa pushed these troublesome thoughts from her mind and awaited Frank’s appearance.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Having rushed back to his apartment to have a quick shower and change into a fresh suit, Frank took a cab to the Pizzeria rather than take his own car. It would be easier to lose anyone following him if he was in a non descript taxi than a car that would be recognizable. The yellow cab pulled up at the curb, and the asian driver sung out that Frank owed twelve dollars for the fare. The cost of everything seemed to have skyrocketed of late and Frank fumbled about in his coat to find the right change. Handing over the cash, Frank got out of the cab and slammed the door, before looking up and down the street for sign of Isa. He couldn’t see her in amongst the crowd and decided to head inside and wait for her.

No one could be more surprised than Big Joe, to see Frank coming back into the Pizza shop so soon. He came out from behind the counter, and tossed his checkered tea towel over his shoulder.“Franka….whata you doin’s backa here?” It was not that Big Joe didn’t want to see Frank, he just figured he would be at work. Frank slapped Big Joe’s arm in a friendly manner and then gestured to a booth at the back. “Would you believe your pizza is simply too good to stay away from?’

This brought a loud laugh from Big Joe. “Ha you fulla tha bullshit.” Both men had a good chuckle as they both took a seat. Big Joe had his teen son working out back and Joe had a few moments to spare. “Where is Tommy boy, eh?” Joe asked, now curious as to what Frank was up to. He hadn’t ordered anything yet and seemed a touch flustered. Like he was looking out for someone. “Tommy’s back at his office. I’d say he has a deadline to meet.”

Joe nodded slowly and then said. “Uh huh.”

Both men sat in silence for a moment and then Big Joe smiled brightly. “You still looka like shit. I get you a coffee.”Always hospitable. That was Big Joe.

“Thanks, Joe.”

Left on his own in the booth, he drummed his fingers on the table, looking towards the door….waiting for Isa.

~RB~

 

Chor:  It was not long until the door opened once more and through it came a very fresh-looking Frank Malone. He looked good all cleaned up, healthier than when she last saw him. Isa wondered if that’s how people thought of her…

He had not noticed her yet and she stood and, as he seated himself, ventured over. Settling herself across from him, Isa leaned back in her seat. The urgency of the situation still held in her demeanor, but in this place she felt about forty-seven percent safer than the station. Shortly after her arrival at the table, a cup of coffee also joined them. She stared at it and then up at the woman who’d asked for her order earlier. The girl gave her another once-over before stepping away to attend to the rest of the building’s patrons. Isa’s attention returned completely to Frank, then.

“How are you doing?” she asked, then thinking better of it. Stress, she could see, exuded from him like cologne. She, though, was not bothered by it; it’s almost charming when you wear the same, tense scent. Her left hand opened, like a cage door squeaking after being closed for a thousand year, and the flash drive fell out of it and onto the table in his direction. One blink. Two.

“This is the ballistics report. I haven’t been able to do an autopsy yet, but the findings will be the same. As long as we have this, it can’t be disputed. Bracks is probably having a conniption at the moment, trying to find a way to make it disappear…” She spoke, licking her lips afterward. Bracks was good at making things disappear.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The clatter of the coffee cup being placed on the table broke the silence as Isa sat down at Frank’s booth. He’d been watching the door and hadn’t bothered to check the restaurant for Isa. She must have been there before him. Was he slipping not to notice her right away? Thankfully clean shaven, Frank didn’t feel like a total scrub sitting there. In fact, he was wearing his best suit. He wasn’t planning to go back into work that day…..no he had other plans. In a way, Frank was pleased to see Isa, and in another he wasn’t. Guilt was now weighing heavily upon him, and this would probably be the last time they would meet, though he was not about to let her onto that…not yet. “How are you doing?” Sweet girl. Frank thought. Caring about a bloke like him. He was honest in his answer.“Seen better days.” The answer was short and too the point. He wasn’t about to get into some long winded speech. The time for talking long gone. Frank was a marked man and he knew it. Seeing the flash drive fall out onto the table had Frank stare at it for a moment, before raising his gaze up to Isa’s.

“This is the ballistics report. I haven’t been able to do an autopsy yet, but the findings will be the same. As long as we have this, it can’t be disputed. Bracks is probably having a conniption at the moment, trying to find a way to make it disappear…”

That one word. Disappear. A word to describe the past….the present and the not to distant future. Frank pursed his lips as he heard that Bracks was probably working on a way to make it…the report, disappear. The detective let out a long sigh before reaching across the table and slowly dragging the flash drive up into his hand – closing his fingers around it. It was a brave thing the girl was doing to hand him the report in a flash drive. All things considered. Frank turned his wrist and opened his fingers slightly enough to look at the flash drive, before then closing them again and stuffing the evidence into his pocket. In a way, it was his life insurance policy. Frank had forgotten all about the coffee cup that was sitting before him. He appeared distracted, like his mind was playing out what he had to do and yet he remained perfectly still. It took a moment for him to speak, as though this was the hardest thing he ever had to say.

“You’re a great gal for doing this, Isa. But…now I want you to forget about me. I’m going to do the same thing that report is going to do, till such time as I have enough evidence to take THEM all down. There is no point being a just man in a crooked police force. “

Frank took out a twenty dollar bill and placed on the table. He had still yet to touch his coffee. Frank offered Isa a warm smile…a smile of goodbye.

Standing, he said simply. “If anyone asks….you never saw me.”

With that, he headed out the door.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isa could only blink silently as the world whizzed around her. Frank left her sitting there, bewildered, hands flat on the chipped wooden booth table. Words did not come to her. Thoughts, too, sat huddled with her confused feelings and refused to comply.
Standing, that was good. She stood and walked out the door, catching him jump into a Taxi like he was joining the Olympics. She found a cabbie idling in front of the place, probably waiting for a late patron. He wore a scowl as she approached the window, hoping to grab his services.

“Just get in, hun. Where to?” He said, as if reading her face. She pointed blankly at the taxi now motoring away from the site and climbed into the ripped vinyl backseat, wincing as the cracked coating scraped against her exposed flesh.

“Oh, you’re that type, huh?” He said, chuckling wildly like this was some sort of conquest of love and she was some sort of hero. There was still fight in her, yet. Frank might not see it, but Isa has a deep, deep well of focus that has latched onto him. She can’t let it go; she doesn’t have the ability to just give up now. Besides, she still has one more trick up her white sleeve. Or in her pocket, rather…