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"value": "Silver sat perched above the pulsing mass below her. She sat on a balcony well above the creatures that had been citizens of New Racoon. She wrinkled her nose, disgust passing over her features, this was all Umbrellas fault. She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. Golden bird eyes watched the sky now, as she stood up. She was clad in an interesting outfit to say in the least. A black top that tied behind her neck and had an open back. She wore simple black jeans tattered at the knees, with tightly laced combat boots.\nThe oddest part of the outfit though was the coat over it all. Because you see the coat had two long slits running down it's back. Why did it have that you may wonder? Simply put, it was because of her wings. The woman was a genetic experiment conducted by Umbrella. She had been marked as a failure and returned to her work. She had stayed loyal to the company, and then when she was put on a field mission... she was execute. Point blank executed... and why? Because she wouldn't fuck a few guys.\nSilver had once been Silvania Gresham, a woman of about 5'6'' stature... with Blond hair and Green eyes. She had been very pretty, but she hadn't been interested in sex in the least. After her execution she had changed. Her hair turning the color of fresh blood, and falling around her features in a feathery and straight mess. Her eyes were now golden, harsh bird gold. She shifted and checked the long leather coat that covered her person. It was how she really kept warm, and on the inside was specially lined pockets for her feather darts.\nShe was silently watching the writhing mass of bodies below her, outbreak had happened three days ago. She had been hunting the zombies since then. She heard the approach of some of the twisted crows. Twisted Crows, she called them such as they where now undead flesh eating creatures. She twisted and her eyes shifted to the side. Three feather darts slipping into her hand as she twisted and released the hardened feathers at the birds.\nThe three corpses fell into the mass of zombies below. Somewhere in this city was Albert E. Wesker, one of the scientists that had worked on the human experiments. Goddess help him, because Silver wouldn't be lenient. After her execution she had come to hate Umbrella for having done this to her. The coat shifted, as blood sprayed from the two open slits on her back. She hissed in pain, a sense of pleasure coursing through her as she allowed her wings to burst free. They where large, and canopied around her and shadowed her from the faint light above her.\nHer wings where of a soft brownish red color, like some bird of prey. She often found herself wondering exactly WHAT had been done to her. She would find the files hopefully, and find out what they had been trying. She reached up and then ran her fingers over the slightly dampn wings. She healed quickly, because the torn flesh from her wings opening was already closed. She stepped up unto the balcony and then jumped. Her body skirted close to the zombies, but at the last moment she snapped open her wings and allowed flight to take her.\nShe glided, and then climbed higher, hanging in the air and scanning with her enhanced vision. Where was he?"
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"value": "Wesker sat the the mahogany desk that held the place in the center of his office he had claimed for himself when he had come to visit this facility. His hands were clased together in front of him and hs chin rested lightly there. It had been a the directors office but Albert Wesker didn't care very much. He was more important than the man and so he had taken the better place much as the man had done to his subordinates before. It was one of those bonuses that went with the position and one that Wesker enjoyed. The show of power over someone weaker had its own delicious feel to it.\nHe certainly did seem to fit the idea of a cold and ruthless dictator that everyone made him out to be. His blond hair was so pale to almost be white and was kept neatly on the top of his head. The eyes behind his dark shades were never seen and so their true color remain a mystery, but they seemed to be staring through everyones soul even if they weren't actually seen. A finely tailored black suit dressed him through a long black leather coat also hung on the coat rack beside him.\nRight now his eyes, hidden back dark shades, were watching the row of computer screens lined up along the desk. Each showed a different view of the city, the picutres coming from cameras set before the incident had been engineered. They showed scenes of what most normal people would call a look into the mouth of hell, but Wesker simply called it buisness. People being eaten and devored, ripped limb from limb. Men, women, children; it didn't matter, the zombies eating them all just the same. This was designed to be a test run for the work done on the T virus. The zombies created by the virus were strong in large numbers, but slow and usless against a trained enemy. The new strand was creating faster, stronger, and more resilant zombies.\nOf course the normal T virus had been spread as well, mostly to hide the fact that someone was still doing work on the virus. The normal zombies would hide the work of the new ones, and in the end only someone looking for it would be able to tell that something had changed.\n\"I believe that this should be a good inital test run. Have some examples taken and then clense the city.\" Wesker unclasped his hands and stood to his feet. He slid his coat on, the garment clinking with weapons as he put it on. Wesker might be well protected, but he wouldn't go unarmed in a infested city. Just in case.\n\"I hope my ride is ready.\"\n\"The helicopter is waiting on the roof for you sir.\" A man in the room said. He was some sort of lackey for the facility, one that Wekser had never bothered to learn the name of."
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"value": "Silver frowned as she scanned the writhing mass below her. Disgusting, the whole damn mass of them. A shudder passed over her frame as she withdrew more of the feather darts. These ones where different, she had applied a special coating to them. Toxins that would liquefy the brain. She found them to be very effective, because she refused to use guns. She tucked the un-coated parts between her fingers and then she flicked out her hand. A feather went through a single zombies head, for each of the three she had thrown. She pulled herself higher then, away from the grabbing hands and moaning mass of the creatures.\nShe wrinkled her nose as her head turned, eck... damn birds. She twisted her body in the air and lashed out, using the longer dagger like blade she had created. Crow pieces falling all around her, and splattering her clothing. Goddess only knew she hated this part of the work. She had been examining the area, but it was a soft whirring sound that drew her attention. She had excellent hearing, especially when it came to something like this. She snapped out her wings fully and with a few dragging pumps of her wings she pulled herself up to the level of the tops of the buildings. A Helicopter, and that would mean someone important was trying to leave.\nShe fought her mind for a moment and decided she would give it a go. She watched the guards on the roof, and found and empty spot in their work. She landed and crouched then, canopying her wings over her form to hide herself better. The guards where there for a reason, as was the Helicopter. It might just be her best bet a finding Wesker. The damnable man..."
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"value": "Wesker walked calmly to the roof of the building surronded by armed and armored men that formed his bodyguard while at this facilty. For all purposes he looked liek a man just out for a stroll, his hands clasped behind his back liek there was nothing wrong with the world. It was almost like he couldn't hear the sounds of gun fire coming from the floors below, like he missed the sound of a man's screams as he was torn to piece. It said a lot about a man when he saw things like this as just normal everyday affairs.\nAs he stepped onto the roof the sounds of gunfire became louder. Most still came from below but every now and then one of the men on the roof had to destroy one of the carion crows that drew too close to the roof. Still it was nothing that should slow his escape or make it any more dangerous for him.\nSuddenly Wesker stopped though, freezing the men around him with a single raised hand. His head was cocked to the side, ear presented to the air like he could hear something else. Slowly one of his hands reached underneath his long jacket and can out holding a handgun. He reached down with one thumb and switched on the laser sight to the weapon, the red dot paiting the ground for now.\n\"Someone is here....\""
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"value": "Silver's senses went on high alert as she felt his presence. Actuallyfeltit. Her eyes narrowed and her hands slipped into her long trench, from it's confines she removed the two long dagger like feathers. The ones she had fashioned to be quite capable of deflecting bullet's if she was paying enough attention. She knew he had sensed her and now was her chance. She put herself on high senses, releasing all her blocks and inhibitions. Wings snapped open as she flipped and then tucked into her body as she dived like a falcon was meant to.\nHer body skidded and she landed in a crouch behind him, wings canopied around her as she spun for a moment. Darts flew form between her fingers and she snapped her arms sliding more into place and releasing them. His guards where effectively dealt with. None of them would have dared fire on her, with her this close to Wesker. She straightened and stood, both blades held down and on the read. \"Scum sucking sonova bitch... finally found you...\" She hissed. Probably wouldn't recognize her as the little intel officer she had once been. She no longer looked like she had, in any way.\n\"Took me awhile to find you, now that I have... I'm going to enjoy myself.\" She said as her lips curled up. \"Umbrella is a scum, a parasite... and I damn well hope to see it fall.\""
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"value": "Wesker's gun stayed aimed at the ground even as she messily took out hsi two guards with well placed throws of some sort of strange weapon. He didn't seem worried, just watching Silver with what coudl only be called a interested look on his face. In truth he was interested. It wasn't often that he saw a new type of bio weapon, and certainly he didn't often see one that had the ability to actually talk to him.\nIgnoring her threats and the venom in her voice he beganto walk around her, looking her up and down. Her change was interesting, and one that tickled the back of his memory. Had they ever done any work with an areial bio weapon? He thought he remembered something of that sort but it was hard to be sure. \"If you had wanted to find me you simply could have asked.\"\n\"Now I know you have to be one of ours but I am having a hard time remembering your designation number.\" Wesker thought for a moment then it seemed to come to him. \"You must be Gresham. I remember trying something before with this strain and your are the only test subject that we didn't have a confirmed body for. I thought it had been a waste but it looks like you did well.\""
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"value": "Silver's eyes narrowed as the man walked towards her. He walked around her and spoke rather odly to her. It annoyed her, and she was a few steps away from snarling at the man. Her wings snapped out her eyes narrowing with an avian glare as she twisted her hands and kept herself from attacking him outright. She needed to get him to fix her first and foremost. She walked as he walked, keeping him firmly in her sights.\nWhen he mentioned her old name her wings snapped out again and that avian scratchy screech left her weeks. \"Oh no, I am no longer Gresham.\" she snarled as she stepped towards him now, narrowing the space between the two. \"She snarled even harder as she stalked towards him just a bit harder. Her eyes narrowed completely now. \"Gresham is dead, she died when her mission partner put that gun barrel to her temple and pulled the trigger.\" She stated.\nRed hair seemed to come alive for a moment, feathering out a little around her features. \"I will... I will get you back for this, but first... FIX ME!\" She stated as she threw out her arm. She didn't want to live like this for much longer, she wanted to be able to LIVE."
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"value": "\"Hmm....\" He let out a little sigh of pleasure as under him was a girl, now utterly drained, blood spilling from her neck and from his mouth as it flowed around on his tongue and mostly down his throat. \"Sooo fucking good. Good to be awake again.\" He said with a sweet little groan as he bucked, his dick still within her and limping. While feeding from her, like the sick bastard that he is he was fucking her. It was something that he often did with his targets, fuck them and feed at the same time. It made the person's death at least a tiny bit sweeter and more pleasurable.\nHe pulled out of her and stood up, throwing the body aside and onto the floor. Dumb bitch, he thought, looking down at her almost in pity. He sighed and reached for his pants were on the floor, tugging the jeans on and fixing his belt so that it hung firmly upon his hips. His pants lightly showing off his package that was rather...large, clearly something his father had genetically put into. He got his mothers eyes though and her hair, if maybe a little whiter her her own.\nHe had white blond hair and a pair of pure, icy blue eyes that, when extremely turned on or blood hungry could turn to a dark or bright red. He let out a little sigh, running fingers through his messy hair. He was well muscled, not some scrapy little twig as most vampires were thought to be, not at all.\nHe invited himself into the girl's apartment's shower and took a quick one before he finally left her little apartment, leaving the girl on the floor and left to rot. Though of course people would eventually find her. He gently fixed his jeans and he wore a dark blue button up shirt with a small jacket over it. \"There we go.\" He said thoughtfully as he brushed his surfer boy hair back lightly, grinning happily as he was finally free. He had been asleep for the last hundred years. But after drinking from that girl, he knew her memories and about everything that she knew. Like what the hell the monsters were that went on the weird black roads, cars."
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"value": "School was boring as usual and its even worse at night. A lot of kids complained and thought cram school was a wast of time, well you had to admit it was if you were smart and pretty much already knew the subjects. It just so happened that Light was the one that found this more of a waste then anyone in the room, or actually more like the entire building. Light was sitting at his desk arm propped up with his face leaning against his palm as he stared out the window. This was the same subject as yesterday, quadratic equations, way too simple. The homework would be done in ten minutes top. Sometimes he wondered if for once they could at least attempt to make school work more challenging for him, but his intelligence level was very high unlike most high school teens so that wish would never be granted. Oh well maybe college would be better, he hoped anyway.\nLight Yagami was 17 and a senior in high school but he was a very unique and rare individual. He was an honor student who is considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. He had everything, looks, talent, skill. God had graced him with so many things it wasn't funny. His hair was short, thick and a copper brown color with bangs that hung just above the eyes and framed around the top and sides of his head perfectly. His eyes were dark brown and seemed to glow so beautify in certain lighting. His body was lean, straight, nicely toned, and slightly muscular. He stood tall at 5'6\" and weighed 119 pounds. And of course his face had a chiseled yet angelic frame giving him more of an irresistible look along with the many other things he had.\nThe bell rung with signified class was finally over, two words can be said here 'thank god'. Light stood from his seat and packed up his things in a rather quick manner. He was sort of in a rush his parents were going somewhere and he wanted to see them off. Not only that he had to make sure his sister was ready because she was going over to grandmas which meant the house would be his for the weekend. Finally he would have some peace and quiet all to this self. Once he was done packing Light just gave a few waves or nods to the people that said bye and headed out of the school to start on his walk home. Taking the train would make it somewhat more quicker but there really wasn't any need, he didn't live too far away from the school anyway, maybe a mile or so, that was about it, so why bother? He had his hands in the pockets as he walked the dark streets. He was wearing his usual school uniform. Which consisted a white buttoned up shirt with a red tie, brown slacks with a black belt, black boots, and his tan colored coat. As he walked his face was forward like he was just staring off into space again, but Light was no fool, this was Tokyo, one of the biggest cities in the world. He always had his eyes opened and his senses keen, there was no telling what could be lurking behind every corner."
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"value": "He wondered where he was, though he clearly didn't really...Mix. He didn't have an asian look to him at all. He was more from a British liniage, maybe some American, or pre-American? He shrugged lightly at himself, letting out a small sigh as he moved past a piece of glass that showed a clothing store display and he could slightly see his own sweet, devilish face and he grinned in an amused manner at himself. He let out a small sigh while he continued to walk along in a curious manner, listening to the mass of heart beats all around them that made him that made him hunger. He didn't want to start though again, a blood rampage.\nHis killings were already making the news. He looked up at a few outside TVs that were reporting the last few deaths and rapes, two boys and a girl. He put on a slightly mortified look like other people while inside he had a grin and he let out a little sigh. They couldn't track him through fingerprints, or pictures because the only ones that they did have, or once did where gone. No one knew him and he intended to keep it that way.\nHe looked about in a curious little manner as he approached a school. Okay, now he was lost. The woman's memories seemed to know something very faint about this place, but not enough and that made him frown. He supposed he would have to go and take over someone's house again so that he could rest. Maybe that boy's home? He thought as his eyes landed upon Light making him grin in amusement as he approached him. \"Excuse me Sir but. Do you know where...South street is? Yes...I think. I'm rather new here.\" He explained with a little sigh, shaking his head and giving a small chuckle."
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"value": "Light stopped walking as he heard someone from behind. He turned around and looked at the stranger. It was definitely obvious this male wasn't Japanese or any part of Asian, but there was something strange about him, something ominous. He looked at the male carefully taking in every detail like he always does to new people just encase..After some time he spoke. \"Yeah..you just go down this block and turn right.\" It could of been coincidence but that was exactly where he lived. Was this guy a visitor of his neighbors or just moved in? Well he didn't see any moving truck so that couldn't be it.\nLight was pondering if he should show the male, but if he just told him and left the guy would still be following behind either way, guess it couldn't be helped. Besides its best to get him to follow then to have him following you. \"I'm heading that way, so if you want you can come with me..\" He said as he started walking again but slowly and looking at the other male from the side to make sure he didn't try anything.\nHis thoughts then moved back to his family. It was already 9:30 they probably already left by now, oh well you can't win them all. Maybe he should call his sister to make sure she was was ready. Their grandma said she'd be around 9:30 to pick Sayu up. No, she's in junior high surly his sister is capable of making sure her own suit case is packed. Well either way he wouldn't make it home to say good bye to her, he was already late."
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"value": "He let out a little nod in response. \"Thanks ah...Sure, that would be appriciated.\" He said with a smile. \"I'm visiting a friend of mine, Dear Takashi-san.\" He explained. Ayame Takashi was one of his neighbor, actually right next door. That was the name of the woman that he had just taken this afternoon and he let out a little sigh at the thought. the poor woman, he wondered though if he would have to come and actually try and manipulate her body. Which would mean he would have to go and get her damn body before the cops did. Or something along those lines and he tried the frustration from his face.\nOh well, he let out a slight yawn, politely covering his mouth as usual as he looked over at him. \"Thank you for your kindness. Might I ask your name?\" He asked him in a curious little manner as he offered him a hand. It took him a moment, but he quickly spoke up. \"I'm Bryan Platt from Europe\" He said with a little nod and a smile, looking over at him in a thoughtful little manner. His true name was different, thought fairly similiar.\n\"I just got here about some thirity minutes or so ago. This is such a huge city!\" He said in perfect Japanese, well, not really perfect. He didn't have a very good accent, but it seemed that at least he made the effort. \"I've gotten lost already a good bit. I believe I was supposed to take a different road to reach Ayame-San's neighborhood.\" he said with a sigh, shaking his head."
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"value": "Light looked at him from the corner of his eyes then he looked forward again. \"I see. Its nice see you have come all this way to visit her, but she wasn't at school today. In fact, no one has heard from her yet. She could be sick, so I don't know if you'll be able to talk to her..\" He watched the mans expressions, something wasn't right, why did he look nervous and frustrated? So he was a visitor he figured as much but odd how its his next door neighbor, oh well it was none of his business.\nLight stopped and slowly took his hand to give it a small shake then let go. \"Its nothing. I am Light Yagami.\" He said simply without giving too much details like he usually did. He nodded his head. \"That is Tokyo for you. The Asian countries are very populated.\" They rounded the corner and Light stopped in front of Ayame house. \"This is her place, good luck.\" He said with another nod and turned around walking only a few more feet to his house. He opened the gate and shut it behind him stepping onto the porch and pulling out his key to unlock the door. He opened the door and walked inside closing and locking it behind him.\nOnce inside Light slipped off his shoes and looked around, it was dark so he knew he missed his chance to say good bye to everyone before they left. However, on the bright side he had the place to himself. With a satisfied smile Light headed up to his room and plopped down on the bed with his arms behind his head looking up at the ceiling. He didn't really want to go to bed right away, and he had no homework, so he just decided to relax for a little bit. At least until he thought of something he could do.\nThis role play is going to be shut down, unless someone is willing to take her place, then you can PM me."
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"value": "It must of been a day maybe more since he has been in this cell. The ground was concrete the walls were stone and it was deadly cold. It was a miracle he hasn't died yet or at least hasn't gotten sick, but then again Light could handle a lot of things he was a strong male for his age. He was laying down on the cold floor with his hands shackled behind his back. He couldn't escape the cell anyway so he had no idea why this person took the extra mile. It made it even harder for him to move around and it was very uncomfortable to sleep.\nHe was wearing plain clothes that the one who kidnapped him put on his body. It was just a simple black shirt and lose pants, no shoes, no socks, no belt, and yes not even underwear, which made the coldness even more unbearable. At least the one who bought him could of put on warmer clothes but that just proved to him that the person didn't care and that he didn't know what to expect.\nLight Yagami was 17 and a senior in high school but he was a very unique and rare individual. He was an honor student who is considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. He had everything, looks, talent, skill. God had graced him with so many things it wasn't funny. His hair was short, thick and a copper brown color with bangs that hung just above the eyes and framed around the top and sides of his head perfectly. His eyes were dark brown and seemed to glow so beautify in certain lighting. His body was lean, straight, nicely toned, and slightly muscular. He stood tall at 5'8\" and weighed 119 pounds. And of course his face had a chiseled yet angelic frame giving him more of an irresistible look along with the many other things he had.\nLight tried to replay everything, first he was kidnapped, then he was sold to someone, but who, and why hasn't this person shown their self yet? Were they just going to leave him to rot in a cell? No, there had to be a reason for him to be brought here but he didn't really want the answer to that question. He sighed and leaned his head back against the stone wall. What was going to happen to him now? He was trapped and there was no way of escaping."
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"value": "The click click of her heels was loud on the stone floor and she grimaced in annoyance. It was also rather cold in the prison and her flesh held goosebumps, but she didn't even feel it. Her nose twitched at the dank smell that covered the place as if something had died, rotted, and then molded over. A hand reached out to her from behind cell bars and she swatted at it with her crop. A broken cry spilled out from the lost creature as blood began to fall. She sneered at it in disgust and licked the blood from her whip.\nHer facial features were harsh and cruel, but still somehow beautiful in its exotic look. Large dark eyes, small nose, large lips. Her black hair was cropped in a bobcat, short in the back and longer as it fell forward around her face, adding to the harshness of her features. Her skin was a soft smooth creamy ivory color that offset the darkness in her eyes. She was petite, lithe, and although small, she excluded power. Standing at 5'8, she wore six inch high heels, making her five foot two without the added height of the heels. Her legs led up to a round and firm ass that was made for caressing, if one would risk getting their hands chopped off for a feel. Her waist was curvy and belly flat. It lead up to perfectly mounded breasts that fit perfectly into a man's palm, but overrode her own. What was most wickedly about her though, was her walk. She walked like she owned the world and if you got into her way, you'd be taken out.\nWhen she got to the cell of her newest pet, she looked down at him with a look that was between interest and disgust. She squatted down so that she would be of height after him and inspected his body quickly with her eyes. Moving her hand between the bars, she flicked out her whip and caught him under the chin, holding it there and moving it side to side so she could take in his features. Removing it, she stood up and looked at the guard. He held something up to her and she took it from his hand, throwing it into the cage she said one simple thing. \"Put your collar on, your my dog now.\" Her voice was cold, as harsh and as beautiful as her features. \"I'm known as Mistress Delila.\""
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"value": "Light heard the loud clicking of someones heels echoing of the walls. The walk was delicate yet sophisticated, was it a female? He turned his head up ward at the lady to see her squat down toward him and lifted his chin with her whip, turning his head from side to side as if she was looking over a purchased product. His eyes narrowed slightly and he jerked his head away from the whip. Soon a collar was tossed at him which made him look at it with disbelief the back at her. Was this lady serious? He was no pet, no dog, and he wasn't taken there willingly either. He was kidnapped so he didn't belong to the one she brought him from. No, this wasn't right, why did this happen to him? Everything was perfect, he was perfect, he didn't deserve this.\nLight leaned up and sat up against the metal bench that was behind him looking at her. He had to admit she was beautiful in an exotic sort of way, but he would of course never say that out loud. After all he had seen many girls, but still this one was different, very different actually, at least from what he was used to. Mistress Delila was her name? Did that mean he had to call her his mistress, fat chance on that, he didn't belong to no one. \"Its a little impossible to do as you say when my hands are cuffed behind my back..Don't you agree?..\" He said in a know it all tone as if he was trying to make her look like an idiot, but of course he knew she wasn't just by looking at her."
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"value": "A slow wickedly cruel smile spread her crimson painted lips. Her eyes light up from within, but the look in them was dark, twisted, demonic. She held her hand out to the guard and he shrank away from her without actually moving. She quirked one graceful finger up and down, the silent sign for come here. When he didn't move, she looked over at him, still wearing that cruel smile, and slashed him across his face with her razor tipped nails. She walked into him, crowding his body, wiped the blood from her nails onto his shirt and took the keys and leash from him before she pushed him away with more strength then it appeared she had. \"You're a bad dog, get the hell out of my si-\" Before she could even finish speaking, the guard had run away as if his life depended on it. She rolled her eyes and made a sound of contemptuous disgust as she watch him flee.\nShe turned back to the small cell and placed the key in the lock. She turned it, heard the release, and slammed the door open with enough force that it should have rebounded off of the bars, but surprisingly it just stayed there as if even it were afraid of her wrath. She walked into the cell and stood at an imposing height while she looked down her nose at him, the same cruel smile dancing across her lips. She leaned forward, her breasts straining against her top and nearly spilling free. She reached up, placed her palm against his cheeks, and moved her fingers downward to caress his lips. In a quick, angry movement, she shoved her fingers into his mouth and grabbed his tongue. \"Bad dog, back talking like that will get your tongue cut out and with your tongue cut out, there would be few ways to please me.\" She squeezed his tongue, cutting it open slightly with one of her nails, before she pulled her hand away and licked her fingers of his blood and spit.\nShe jingled the keys in one hand, then leaned over his body, shoving his face between the mounds of her breasts. She unlocked the handcuffs and pulled them away from him. \"Now, be a good boy and put your collar on,\" she spoke while she pointed at the collar with her crop. \"And don't try to run, I assure you that you won't make it out of this place alive.\" Her voice went low, threatening, cold as ice, but it held a seductive edge to it as if she would enjoy hunting him down only to punish him with torture and death."
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"value": "Light raised his eye brow when he saw that look on her face, what was she planning to do now? He watched with slight curiosity as she hit the guard with her nails and made him bleed. His theory was definitely right now, this lady was cruel and probably dangerous. He turned his head watching the guard run for his life and out of the dungeon was it? Well he didn't really know where he was at the moment.\nLight now felt uneasy as the lady began to unlock his cell, he had a feeling he was in trouble now. Would she do the same to him if he didn't listen? He tried to lean back away from her but the metal bench prevented that. Light looked up at her from his sitting position watching her to see what she would do next. He felt her hand on his cheek and his eyes followed her hand to his lips. Then in a quick move before he could do anything she shoved her fingers in his mouth and grabbed his tongue. \"Ehh!\" He shouted slightly when she caused his tongue to bleed and then let go. Light closed his mouth instantly, he could taste his own blood.\nHe saw her getting the keys to his cuffs then she leaned forward again shoving his face in her breasts. Light tried to remain somewhat calm but it was hard to breath with him being smothered by her. He took a big breath when she pulled away and felt that his hands were now free. His eyes narrowed at her as he rubbed his wrists. Would it be best to try ad run away or attack her? No, it wouldn't, this lady looked tough. He would probably pay dearly if he tried to escape. Light looked at the collar and picked it up holding it in his hand. Did he really have a choice? The answer was no, besides maybe it he plays along, sometime when her guard is down, then he could run away. He put the collar around his neck and fastened it then looked up at her. His facial expressions showed he was unaffected by her tone of voice, but her actions were a different story."
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"value": "It had been weeks scinceKanye Xiorcalstarted on his journey. He had spent most of these weeks learning how to track and hunt pokegirls so that he would be fully prepared to catch one. When he finally felt that he was ready, the young 16 year old headed towards a mountainous area known for it's high cliffs. Perfect for getting the drop on a pokegirl and capturing her for his soon-to-be harem.\nKanye carried a backpack with him which had all the usual supplies. Food, pokeballs, and an item that he promptly got out to look below with, a pair of binoculars. He crawled on his belly to the edge of a cliff to look below, checking for any signs of possible prey. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. The young man was beginning to get frustrated just waiting for something to pop up. \"Come on, come on!\" he muttered to himself. \"There's got to be something around here.\" With a sigh, Kanye tried to calm himself a bit. After all, it wasn't like a pokegirl was going to fall right into his lap or something..."
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"value": "Sadly for Kanye, there were two issues with his preparation. One was that he was looking in the wrong place entirely, and secondly, a Pokegirl was about to fall into his lap, in some way. Not far behind him, in the brush, training, was a Cockadiddle. She stood around 5'10'', green eyes, focused ahead of her, and a nicely sized C cup chest. Her feathered body moved quickly with her movements, precise, swinging her English bastard sword around in general attack patterns, preparing herself for anything. The girl's day generally involved training and, when done, and if alone, as she had been for quite some time, masturbating with the hilt of her lovely sword. As her species always did, she wished she had a male around, someone to give her what she wanted: semen and cock, and plenty of it. After a bit of practice, she sighed, placing the sword over her shoulder, looking around; she sensed something. But how could it be...no one came up here anymore. Neither human or Pokegirl was around this cliff, aside from herself, and she made this place her home. Aside from a man, it had everything else she needed. Brushing off her smooth, slender both, her feathers ruffling a little, her tail feathers swished with her firm rear, a grin forming on her lips. Creeping from the brush and forest, she peaked out, bird legs ready to dash if needed, till, her eyes feel on a target, her eyes going wide, and something 'clicking'. Holding onto her sword tight, she pounced, leaping straight over, bounding right behind Kanye, grinning from ear to ear, as she poked his rear end with the butt of her sword.\n\"Well, hello there, sexy. Did you come up here for little 'ol me? How sweet of you....\" Smirking widely, she grabbed him and dragged him away from the cliff, turned him over, sat on his lap, and giggled, looking to his eyes as she quickly began to undo his pants. \"I haven't had a man in...I can't even remember. I've needed relief for so long...my sword can only do so much. Hope your a strong lad, sweetie~\" Licking his cheek, she smirked, using one of her finely feather hands to rub at his nose exposed length, keeping the rest of his pants on, her fingers working wonders on his flesh, seeming to have great manual dexterity and experience in this area."
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"value": "With all the time he spent preparing to trap a pokegirl of his very own, it was suprising how easily the Cockadiddle was able to sneak up behind Kanye and ambush him. Once he felt the butt of the sword poke him, he barely had time to turn around before she was upon him. \"W...what!\" was all he could say before he was dragged from the cliff and forcefully turned to face his assaliant. He could see now who was capable of such stealth and strength. And bless his luck, it was the kind of pokegirl he had hoped for, a Cockadiddle. He didn't even have to ask for her to demonstrate her skills as she seemed to be deprived of a male presence for sucha long time. \"Ok, ok!\" the young man gasped out as the Cockadiddle began to work his manhood with her skilled hands. \"Just let me relax a bit and i'll give you what you want. You're lucky I was looking for someone like you, otherwise, i'd have thrown you off and forced myself on you.\"\nWith that, Kanye laid back, allowing the Cockadiddle to do what came natrually to her. Light moans began to escape his lips as his cock became stiff as a board from the pokegirl's feather-like strokes. He knew he had to capture her and in her desperation, he knew that would probably be an easy task. \"If you like what you see,\" Kanye started as the Cockadiddle worked. \"You can join me as my first pokegirl and you can have me all you want. What do you say?\""
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"value": "The girl didn't mind that he wanted to relax, she was still getting what she wanted. So, everything was good! She smiled happily as he laid back, pulling his pants down and off, along with his boxers, moving her fingers along him skillfully, stroking every little spot and muscle along his shaft. Once he was nice and hard in her palm, she slid back, placing her sword down as she licked over the tip, tracing the shape carefully. The way she moved, she knew what to do, and, to both his luck and disadvantage, she'd probably be the best at this task, a very needy professional. Mulling his words over a moment, she suckled the tip, licking around the head as her hand rubbed his balls, massaging them, as the other slipped under him, lifting his rear and rubbing the left cheek gently, kneading the skin to help him both relax and stay ready for her. \"Join you...be your first Pokegirl, your only one right now, AND have you all to myself? You couldn't have picked a better set of words, cutey. You have yourself a deal, love, but first....\" Lowering her head, she took him deeply into her mouth, taking him in inch by inch, till she had him all within. Her mouth formed a sort of vacuum seal on him, suckling hard, skillfully, and knowingly, as her tongue made warm lappings around the base and sides. The feathery fur on her face sent shivers up his spine as she moved, going about her work and favorite hobby. The hand on his rear, while still rubbing at him, slowly traced a finger around his pucker, before snaking her finger inside, to rub right at his prostate. If she were to be his Pokegirl, she'd have to do even better then best, give him everything and then some...and teach him just what it meant to have a Cockadiddle as your partner."
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"value": "Kanye was estatic as the Cockadiddle pulled his pants and boxers off to which he gave eager assistance. His cock was getting harder still as her fingers pressed against each nerve of his manhood in the perfect way, driving the young man into a quivering mass of moans and sweat. He knew Cockadiddles were experts in the art of pleasuring men, but to be able to experience something like her tounge travelling along his shaft first hand was an out of this world event, meant perhaps for the gods. When the pokegirl began to reach behind him to his rear, Kanye lifted his legs up a bit, allowing her more access to him. He wanted to see just what she was capable of doing down there and he was not dissapointed at the results. When she agreed to become his first pokegirl, Kanye lit up like a light. \"Really? That's greaaah!\" His words were interupted when the Cockadiddle engulfed his length into her mouth, becoming like a vaccum and sucking hard while her tounge explored him fully. To show how much he was enjoying her skills, the young man took his hand and placed it upon her head, running it through her hair as if he were stroking a feline. Already, precum was beginning to drip from his cock and he was nearly over the edge. What sent him over though was the stimulation brought on by her finger sliding into his anus and rubbing at the prostate. It felt as if his whole lower torso were burning with pleasure and passion and with a loud grunt, Kanye unleashed his load into the mouth of the Cockadiddle. If he were to experience this kind of thing everyday, he would never have need for another pokegirl ever again."
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"value": "The bird girl let out soft little moans and sounds of pleasure as she continued to suckle him, getting her head pet and scratched in return, which felt lovely to her. Keeping her pleasurable assault going, she sucked and licked all over him, hands rubbing his balls and teasing his prostate gland, determined to make him bust quickly first,m to get herself some of his nourishing cum. Funny thing the Cockadiddles was that they were able to survive on water and semen alone, as it contained just about anything else they would need, even more so if the male had a healthy diet of what he needed. And this one was hungry. Once she felt his sack clenching, she slipped her finger out of his rear, rubbing the sack with both hands, massaging every little spot and vein, till, finally, he came hard. She almost squealed in glee as she drank down every last little bit of his load, and if he could see, he'd notice her throat working every last bit down. Licking him dry, she picked her head up and licked her lips, smirking up at the boy as she let out feathered hand keep rubbing at his shaft skillfully, not letting him rest yet. \"So, Master, how'd I do? Everything you dreamed it would be? Really want me to be all yours? Keep your seed that tasty and your all I'll ever need to live, aside from water now and then.\" She gave him a cute little stare with her emerald eyes, tracing her fingers around every little point of his cock, giving it a loving lick from time to time, waiting for his answer."
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"value": "As the Cockadiddle drank down every drop of semen that spurt forth, Kanye began thrusting into her mouth, desperate to keep the pleasure of the orgasm as long as possible before the feeling went away. When it was finally over, the young man's legs fell to the ground and a deep sigh of relief escaped his lips. He could still feel the tingling in his loins as she licked him clean and even continued to stroke him, keeping the youth in a semi-erect state. When she asked him how she did, Kanye reached over to his backpack which was convinently at his side and reached in for a pokeball. He tossed it around a bit before showing it to the Cockadiddle and replying. \"Honey, i'll give you that and even more.\" With that, Kanye tossed the pokeball towards the pokegirl, capturing her inside. Finally, he was allowed to get up and move around a bit. He grabbed his pants and boxers and put them back on before letting the Cockadiddle out again. He wanted to have his time to examine her thuroughly before he could take her on his adventures."
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"value": "Watching him thoughtfully, she saw him reach for a Pokeball and ready it, making her smile. Were she more of a cheat, she'd have run after getting the free meal, but she was a bird of her word, plus, being his only girl would have its advantages: no one to tire him out but her, leaving all his energy to be spent on her. She touched the tilt of her sword as she watched him, waiting, and, when the ball was tossed, she still just smiled, letting it hit her and take her in with the red light. Clicking shut shortly after, she was truly his Pokegirl now, something she couldn't argue with. Being let out once more, she was scratching her back with her sword lightly, grinning to him as she came up and nuzzled his side, purring, in a way. \"Hello, handsome. So, what did you wish to do before we left, considering your clothing is back on, sadly.\" With a laugh, she waited and listened, undressing him with her eyes as she had naughty thoughts dashing through her mind. Getting that nice big load from him filled an empty spot she had for a long time, enough to let her 'control' her need to jump him, for the time being, anyway."
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"value": "Kanye greeted his new pokegirl's affections with a warm hug, his hand running along her back and side. When she asked what he wanted to do, he suddenly brought her up to a standing position and held her there for a second. \"How about just standing there for a second while I examine you. I won't take long.\" With that, the trainer began to walk in a circle around the Cockadiddle, examining every lavicious curve of her body. He traced his fingers around her flesh and over the down feathers covering her shoulders. He reached over and began to caress her buttocks. It was soft yet firm, perfect for sitting in someone lap with. Kanye then leaned in close to the pokegirl, looking over her shoulder at her bust. He reached around her and began to gently grope the Cockadiddle. \"Hmm. C's. Not too shabby,\" he said as he tweaked one of her nipples while his other hand slid down her torso and began to tease the pokegirl's snatch. \"A nice slit you got here too. I heard Cockadiddle like you absolutley love to be penetrated. I'll be sure to give it a go when we get back to the center.\" Kanye teased the pokegirl further by slightly penetrating her with his finger, a small example of what was to come later."
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"value": "She listened obediantly, standing straight up for him sword propped up on her left side, tail feathers giving a little twitch or two. She gave little poses for him, followed by a wink or two, smiling cutely as he looked every part of her, even making her whine out a little as he teased her with his fingers, groping her chest and pressing a finger into her wet slit. \"Ohhh...Master, so bold~ You promise to give me lots of what I want once we get a room?\" She grinned, leaning forward to kiss his cheek lightly, nuzzling him slightly before standing still for him once. Dear god if she wasn't holding herself back from jumping him so badly, he' had been pantsless on the floor again, while a sexually-needy avian rode his length like no tomorrow. But, those are thoughts for alter, no? Still, the way he touched her drove her crazy, wanting his full touch to herself later."
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"value": "Upon finishing his 'inspection' of the Cockadiddle, Kanye walked around to face her once more. \"I absolutley promise,\" he started as he began to examine her sword. It was of fine quality and seemed sharp enough to cut through just about anything. While he was doing that, his thoughts turned to a name. Just what should he name this Cockadiddle? Perhaps he would think of one on the way back down to the center. There, he could get a room and have all the time to think of a name for this pokegirl...while she was having her way with his manhood and all. \"Well, I think everything checks out perfectly here. Let's go back to the center now so we can have some alone time. I think that by then, i'll be fully ready for you again.\" Kanye winked as he uttered this. In all honesty, the work she had done on him with her hands and mouth ensured that it would be hours before he was ready again. \"Do you want to walk with me or would you prefer the comfort of your pokeball?\""
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"value": "She grinned as he promised, body shivering in delight as she thought of what was to come, literally and figuratively. As he looked at her blade, she smiled proudly; she kept it in top shape, so it would be sharper then just about anything. If there was anything she liked more then males...well, just under that, really, it was fighting and honing her skills with her sword. The Cockadiddle smiled to her trainer, rubbing herself against his side as she kissed his cheek, glad they'd be moving again. \"As you say, Master. Hopefully we can get a nice, sound proof room...unless you like to let people know what your doing all night into the next morning.\" She smirked, giving him some idea as to just what the kind of night he'd be having tonight. Though as he spoke of the pokeball, she had to think a moment. While she wasn't fond of it already, it would let her keep herself focused on him, as well as give him some rest of her advances. She smiled, wanting to give him a break. \"I'll rest in the ball for now, Master. But once in the room, please let me back out?\""
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"value": "\"As you wish,\" Kanye replied as he gave his pokegirl a kiss on the cheek before returning her to her pokeball. It had been a long day and the waiting and oral sex had made him quite exhausted. He was ready to go back to the center and get himself a room, soundproof as the Cockadiddle suggested. After a few hours of climbing down the mountain and making his way back down the wooden path, the young trainer came upon the center he was looking for. The ding sound as he entered echoed throughout the clean and shiny building. It was meant to be that way to keep out all the bacteria. This place was meant to treat pokegirls after all. After looking around a bit, he walked up to the Joy at the counter and propositioned himself a room for taming purposes. It was painted a velvety red and had chairs and couches strewn about. It had probably been used recentley though Kanye couldn't tell. The Joy that was here usually cleaned it once every few hours. There was a round bed in the center, soft and cushiony. There were binds at each corner in case the trainer or pokegirl prefered their taming partner to be bound rather than free. It even smelled sweet, like strawberries and perfume. Strong, but not too overwhelming. This was a good a time as ever for Kanye to let his Cockadiddle out and he did just that. As she appeared, he welcomed her with a smile. \"Here we are. We got this room all to ourselves. What do you think?\""
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"value": "The bird girl was resting soundly within her Pokeball, humming to herself while shining her sword, eyes closed, keeping a tune to herself as her trainer walked along the path to town, not minding to give him a rest for now, knowing she'd get even more once she was let out once more. Suddenly, apparently having hit the Pokecenter, she felt the ball crack open as she came out in a flash of light, forming right at his side, tail feathers swishing as she smirks and leans u, kissing his cheek. \"Hello, handsome.\" She smiled, walking over towards the corner, shaking her hips and feathers in a sensual, teasing way, placing her sword against the wall. Sauntering back over to Kanye, she placed her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss his lips deeply and lustfully, grinding her body against his, moaning and whining out, needing his touch to her...among over things. \"Its a very nice room, a little quiet right now, but we'll be changing that reallll soon, won't we, Master?\" As she spoke, her skillful, dexterous fingers slipped past his pants and boxers, gripping his crotch as she started to rub at him, licking and nipping at his neck, a little smirk upon her features."
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"value": "Kanye's spine tingled once the sensation of the Cockadiddle's hands began their glorious work on his crotch again. He mused and began to nibble on the neck of his pokegirl as she was rubbing him. Then he whispered softly into her ear, \"I see you're eager to have your first taming session. So why don't we get things started, shall we Rosa?\" He spoke her new name for the first time. Rosa. He had overheard two trainers talking to each other in the lobby of the center and one of them had mentioned that name. To him, it felt like the perfect title to give his Cockadiddle. Soon, the two of them were on the bed and as the pokegirl continued with the skillful stroking of his member, be began to deliver his own brand of pleasure to her as well. Kanye's hand reached around her back and began to massage one of her breasts while he gently tweaked at the nipple. He wanted her to get into a sexual rage and see just how far she would go with him."
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"value": "About five miles from Tokyo city is an old abandoned factory, at least some say its abandoned. But in reality it isn't, in fact, the building is very well used. The building was owned by slave traders, though its all kept secret and only a small amount of people know about it. Those people were the masters and mistresses, the ones who come in search for a new slave if they got bored with the last one or it died. Every one of them knew that this building held the best of the best for slaves. The slave traders took a lot of time in finding the rare boys and girls, and once they saw a target they did any means necessary to catch it.\nThe traders had recently gotten very lucky in finding a new slave. The last one they kidnapped was a male named Light Yagami. He was 17 years old and a senior in high school. When standing straight he was 5'8\" and weight 119 pounds. His hair was a copper brown color and it was thick, soft with the bangs hanging just above his dark brown eyes. He had a chiseled yet angelic face giving him an irresistible look along with his body which was perfectly toned, lean, and slightly muscular. And boy was he a hard one to catch, they tried coning him into following but he refused. So then they tried force, one ended up getting punched in the face. After a long bloody struggle they used chloroform and knocked him right out and took him with them to be sold. Even though it was difficult this catch was worth it, they knew he would be sold for a very big price with his looks.\nLight was laying down back first on a metal bench that was inside of his cell. He was down with the other slaves some new like him some have already been sold before. There were hundreds down there and they ranged from ages 15-25. The cells were connected to each other with bars blocking the other one's cell but there were also cells across from each other leading a narrow path to walk threw and look left and right at all the slaves. Light was placed in one of the farthest cells with the other ones around his age. There was a girl in a cell on his right and another boy on his left with another girl across from his cell. Some of the other slaves looked at him but he couldn't respond for he was still unconscious. He was still dressed in the same clothes he had on when they kidnapped him and it happened to be his school uniform which was a white buttoned up shirt, brown slacks and a black belt, and his black boots. The coat he was wearing was taken off though along with his tie and he was stripped of everything he had like his wallet and cellphone.\nOne of the slave traders walked threw the cells with water and a piece of bread it wasn't much but it was enough to keep the slaves alive, last thing they needed was to have their slaves die and lose a chance at getting money for them. He went to each cell and gave a small amount of water and a loaf of bread to each one then stopped at Light's cell with a glare. It was the slave Light punched and the black eye showed it. Without warning the male threw the bucket of water that Light was supposed to get on him, soaking him completely. Light shouted and jumped up from surprise eyes wide then they looked to the male with a glare. \"Get up boy!\" He then grinned. \"The masters and mistresses are coming today..You can bet you will be chosen, and just for the record I hope you get a cruel one.\" Light narrowed his eyes water still dripping off his hair and body. \"Screw you..Where the hell am I?!\" He demanded. The male just laughed and threw the loaf of bread at Light before leaving the scene.\nLight looked at the bread that was thrown at him but didn't care. How was he to know it wasn't drugged or something? Why else would everyone but him be so calm and out of it? With a sigh Light sat back down on the bench putting his hand to his forehead. This was not good, he was going to be sold to someone like a pet, who knew what laid before him now. Just the thought scared him slightly but he wasn't going to show it, he had to stay strong. He shook his head trying to get the water off and stuck his finger in his ear to get the water out of his ears. \"Damn it..What now?..\" He mumbled as he laid back down on the bench and looked up at the cold stone walls."
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"value": "The tall, partially masculine male stepped out of his limo, walking to the doors of the warehouse. He was one of the frequents to this Slave House, and also one of the most hated by many people. He always came back with a 'broken' slave, or one that was unsatisfying to him or his friends. He grabbed the unconscious male from his vehicle, his arms bound behind him and him half naked. He grabbed the slave by the hair and dragged him across the ground, the doors opening for him and he tossed the property to the ground in front him. \"He couldn't take it!\" The Master complained, and the lead Slave Driver came up, picking the slave up to examine him.\n\"Well, if you didn't always use such brutal tactics!\" The Driver complained. He then dropped the slave and thumbed for him to be put up. \"Must you be so cruel?\" The Driver asked with a sadistic grin on his face. \"Would you have me any other way?\" The Master questioned with a chuckle and grin. \"Tell me, what new shipment have you all gotten?\" The Master asked. \"Oh, you will love our new merchandise.\" The Driver said. \"Come right this way, Sir Golna.\" The Driver stated, waving a hand and walking off.\nSir Golna looked at each slave they passed, liking a lot of what he saw. \"Remember, you return one slave, you get one back for free. Any more then that-\" \"I know, I pay for. Do you think I don't have the money?\" Sir Golna questioned. \"Just stating Sir.\" The Driver said in his own defense. \"I've been here how many times and you still tell me that.\" The Master said. \"My apologies Sir.\" The Driver stated. He then continued to walk down the walk way, telling about this slave, and that.\nThis all continued until they came up to the one, Light Yagami. Sir Golna stopped and looked in to the cage, examining him. \"OH! You have a like to this one do you sir?\" The Driver asked. \"He was a feisty one indeed. One of our Guards has a black eye because of him.\" The Driver informed. Sir Golna smirked and got closer. \"What's your name, boy?\" Sir Golna asked, looking at the male.\nSir Golna was dressed with only a pair of black jeans, a black belt with silver studs making two rows around it. He had no shirt on, showing off his toned body with a six pack that people would think was an eight pack. He had his arms crossed over his chest now, his red hair hanging down past his shoulders, just above his nipples, wrapped behind his ears. He had a piercing in his right ear, with a sierra topaz in it, about the size of half of one's pink nail, and in his left ear was a bar going through the top of his ear and reaching down to the bottom, resting on the top of his ear in the middle and behind it at either end. He had on a pair of black boots, looking to be made for a gothic typed person."
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"value": "Light was lost in his own thoughts as he laid down that he didn't even notice the two males walking closer and closer to his cell. He was pondering many hings over in his mind mainly thoughts of what might happen to him. Would he be sold to a male or female and if so would they be cruel or just want a companion?\nOh who was he kidding this was the main place to find slaves probably all of them were cruel slave owners. But wait, that was another question. Would he be doing labor, or would he become a sex slave?..Light shook his head he did not want to think about that. He could only wish that he got a female and that she would use him for labor, but the chances in that were about two percent if not less.\nAt the sound of a voice Light's gaze shot toward the bars to see two males standing there looking at him. Feeling uncomfortable laying down like that he quickly got up and stood behind the metal bench glaring at them. The look to that one male was beyond anything pleasant. He looked goth, and just plain brutal from the way he stood and even breathed. Light started feeling uneasy now, why were they at his cell? Was he going to be sold to this man? \"No, no way, look away, find someone else, just please don't pick me!!\"He shouted in his mind as he kept watching the two males very closely.\nLight heard the question but didn't say one word, he did want to tell the male off, but with two of them there and the goth one looking the strongest, talking back might not be the best idea at this time. It might come back on him, so for now he was just going to keep his mouth closed. There was no need for this man to know his name anyway."
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"value": "The Master looked at the slave in the cage, tilting his head to the right as he did, as if it were to get a better look at him. \"What, cat got your tongue? Not speaking your language? Can't talk? Speak up!\" Sir Golna said in a slightly brute tone. The Slave Driver kicked the cage with his boot. \"Aye! The man is addressing you Slave! Show 'im some respect!\" He yelled, half spitting it.\nSir Golna looked to the slave and smirked, then grabbed the Driver by the throat, slamming him against the cage, holding him a foot off the ground. \"I didn't ask for your help, Driver! So you might as well go tend to the rest of your shit hole while I examine some more prospective slaves!\" Sir Golna whispered to him in a harsh tone, then dropped him, the Driver coughing and gasping for air now.\nHe looked back to the slave and grabbed a key off the Driver's belt to open the cage and walked in, leaving the door open. \"Tell me your name.\" He said, standing at the door to the cage, it wide open now. \"And that is an order this time. Not a question, boy.\" He said, crossing his arms over his bare chest, looking down at the male.\nEven though he wasn't extremely tall, maybe hitting six feet or so at tallest, he seemed to be much tall with his presence at the moment. He had an aura of darkness and evil about him, seeming to make him more exaggerated than anything. He took one more step in to the cage, leaving room for the slave to escape now. He had the idea to see if this one would attempt to run. He knew the guards would catch him before he got out, so he wouldn't do any thing."
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"value": "Light stood perfectly still and watched the male. His back was slightly bent and his legs were apart some almost with his arms out to the side almost as if in a fighting stance like he was going to attack if someone came near him. His expression was like a deer in headlights. quiet but frightened though he tried not to show it. Of course that was easier said then done, Light knew nothing of what this male could be capable of and yet here he was looking at Light. He had to think of something and fast, wait maybe if he disobeys the male might not pick him, then again what if he happens to be one of the sick ones who likes to watch others fight instead of just taking it.\nHe watched the whole commotion with the Driver and the male only to back up once the male now had the keys and opened up his cell then stepped in. His eyes narrowed at him then gazed at the open cell, but shot back toward him when the male spoke again. This time he had no choice. \"Light.\" Was all he said and he said it rather rudely.\nThe second the male was farther away from the door Light made a run for it and charged out of his cell. In seconds the guard came after him and then he hit a dead end since the area was so huge. The guards looked at Light angry, they were seriously going to punish him now. Light looked around and backed away slowly until he was backed up against the stone walls, completely blocked in.\n\"What do we do with him?\" Asked one of the guards with a dark grin as he came toward the slave. Light had his hands clenched into fists he gritted his teeth in rage. He swung his fist forward colliding it with the man's face and knocking him back onto the ground. They then all charged at Light. He was able to get a good hit on some but one caught him from behind and held him. He growled and thrashed wildly until one of the other guards punched him in the gut making the air go out of Light and causing him to bend forward with his head down and his hair covering his eyes, groaning in pain.\n\"Son of a bitch..\" The guard said shaking his hand and then wiping the blood off the corners of his mouth from where Light punched him."
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"value": "Far away, in a world that was as twisted and bizarre in it's own way that far surpassed any dream waking humans could ever produce creatures frolicked in the moonlight. Here were things that transcended all logic, trampled all rules of the world most know and do as they please, coaxing and teasing at the minds of men when they do chose to venture from their proper world and here the Cheshire Cat resided with a quite purr issuing from him. From afar within the large tree he had decided to take his leisure he appeared quite tall stretched out the way he was with his hands folded behind his head, and odder yet was his appearance altogether. He looked to be a pure albino, with messy hair of a stark white quality that was nearly impossible to match and deep crimson eyes that now shown with the moon light. Stranger still, a cat he was with the large articulate ears of the same color pointing and flicking out from atop his head, while to his side a long white tail bobbed and twirled with the progression of the night.\nIt was so beautiful, and yet he was so terribly bored with this land. There was little he didn't know of his world, and too few were his visits to that odd queer land the humans dwelt but something tickled his nose and perked his ears as the wind picked up again but this time towards him. There was a sweet scent in the air, of something young and delicious, but somehow out of place in his home. Could it be that there was a visitor to entertain him for the night? Why yes, there was a stranger to come play this night, and far below him he looked down with a smile seeing the white rabbit fly by. That young little fiend, he's lured another down his rabbit hole but that was for later thought. Maybe he'd reward the cad for his playfulness and teach him the pleasures of adult hood, but not before he had his chance with this delectable female. Leaning back and allowing his tail to droop it's full length down and sway and twirl, he made himself easy to spot for this poor little girl. The night was still young and there were things to be done."
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"value": "\"Oh, Mr. Rabbit! Come back here!\" Alice shouted in her light English accent as she ran through the woods, coming to a stop near the Cheshire Cat. She leaned over, her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. Seeing as she couldn't possibly catch up with the speeding rabbit, the girl was now alone in this strange world, wherever it was. The last thing she remembered was chasing a man through the park and down a rather large rabbit hole. Then she fell for what seemed like quite a while before she landed softly on her bum and spotted the man running out the door and she quickly ran after him. The girl sighed and went to sit under a tree, resting her hands in her lap. \"How will I ever get home now?\" She questioned herself, looking up at Wonderland's sky.\nAlice spotted something peculiar as she looked up, however. There was a long, white tail dangling from the branches and the tail seemed to be connected to a boy with cat ears! \"Oh my!\" She said as she sprang up, the bottom of her blue dress catching on a root and ripping slightly. \"Bollocks.\" The girl groaned as she ripped the dangling material off, tossing it to the ground before turning her attention back to the Cheshire Cat, her eyes looking at his twirling tail. \"Hello? May I ask who you are?\" Alice questioned the man, hoping that this one wouldn't flee from her."
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"value": "The Cheshire cat's smile was fabled for it's disturbingly deep cutting effect on a person, and smile he did with his eyes gently roving the whole of the delighful female before him. That dress was absolutely arousing, even though it wasn't meant to be but her curves are what made it truly something to behold. A quick little plan formed within his mind as to how he'd have her for himself, but he heasitated for the slightest moment. She was young, but that mattered little with a body of her caliber but was it wrong to take and use her as he had planned? Maybe depending on what exactly he did with her but that was for later. Now was the time to push that torn skirt up over her hips and fully enjoy her wonderfully mature body.\nWho am I? Who are you?\nYour the one who sat under me,\nwith nothing here to do!\nBut I guess that's to be had seeing how lost you are,\nAnd you'll never get out or go vary far.\nBut tell me little love, tell the Cheshire cat,\nWhat would you do to go back?\nThat rabbit you might see some time soon,\nbut he and the others would send you to your doom.\nThe Cheshire cat was known far and wide in wonderland for his knowledge of his world, but he was notoriously known as the riddle or rhyme cat and loved to play with those who knew nothing of him. His tail bobbed about excitedly at thoughts of this woman in front of him, and he knew just by looking at her she had nothing to give or offer aside from her body but he wouldn't lead her to that yet. He wanted to know if she would offer it herself or if he'd have to force her into doing it but either way she'd be bent over in front of him soon enough."
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"value": "Little Alice stared at the male's rather frightening smile as he seemed to look her over like a piece of meat, sizing her up. This made the girl feel a bit self-conscious and she began to pull her dress down a bit, trying to get what was left of the bottom to cover more of her thighs. The girl had a nice body, that much was true. She had ample breasts and a lovely hourglass shape to her, even though she was just a teenager, but she had never used those things before, never known how to use her body to her advantage, as it seemed she was going to have to do if she wished to get any information out of the Cheshire Cat. She listened to the male's poem carefully, finding it quite peculiar that he spoke in riddles and rhymes. She asked herself the same question he had asked her though, what exactly would she do to get back to the park? Well, anything!\n\"Sir Cheshire Cat, may I call you that? I would do absolutely anything to get back to London, I'm quite sure my mother is searching for me!\""
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"value": "The cat was pleased with the answer he got, quite happy to educate her in what it meant to be an adult, and the consequences of the actions and choices she'd make. He slipped out of the tree with an ease that bespoke of his inhuman nature, and stepped up to her easily with that same smile on his face. His hands slipped passed her waist and he continued on his way until their bodies touched gently. It was then his hands rubbed down her soft back and firmly found their place against that perfectly round and firm ass. The gently squeeze and the pull to bring her firmly against his own body cut away any doubt of how personal he was getting with her, and he'd enjoy every second of teaching this new little toy just how her beautiful body could be used for the pleasure of others and herself.\nHis face dipped to hers, and his eyes half closed and shown crimson in the moon light as he gazed into her's while he brushed the tip of his nose against hers. \"Anything?\" Was the only thing he murmured to her before dipping his head farther and slowly, with pure pleasure kissed her shoulder before licking up her neck. She would find him even more cat like as his tongue held the same scratchy feel of a normal cats before he began whispering into her ears, hands fondling her round as and pulling her more firmly into his body.\nA pet I have been,\nbut a pet you shall be,\nAnd such a delightful pleasure,\nI shall take from thee.\nAgree to be mine to play with,\nand home shall I take you when I am done with.\nBut be warned, this night will be long.\nAnd when I chose I can be quite strong.\nIf I wish it, you shall do,\nwith me and whomever I choose to.\nThe Cheshire cat was known for more than just his knowledge and riddles, but also for his love for seduction which he took great pride and care to maintain. Each word he punctuated with a soft caress or nuzzle, but more than that was his favorite pleasure which he lavished on the young woman now. His right hand twirled oddly behind her, and appeared there was a single ripe black cherry which he brought up and popped easily into his mouth while his head lolled to the side of hers before moving to face her once more. He wanted her answer, but he'd give her more than a few reasons to take his way as he kissed her fully on the lip. Of the cherry, he bit into and shared with his new playmate, right hand moving to cradle her head in their kiss while his left hand worked her ass and kept her close. It was naught but a simple cherry and a favored game he loved partaking in and he had to admit that she did taste wonderful in her own respect. His tongue moved to meet hers and he gave her the cherry before drawing back and smiling, the stem poking gently out of his mouth while the seed he rolled within his right hand and flicked away. How either occurred was for her to think about but it only helped his cause."
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"value": "\"Light!!\" Screamed a young high school girl who looked only to be a sophomore. She was cute with blond hair and blue eyes but her face was stained with tears. A male who was talking with his friends turned around with an emotionless expression. \"Yes?\" He asked as if he didn't even know who the girl was. \"L-Light! Remember that night we went out?! You..you said to go to a party with you, but you..left somewhere! I didn't know where you were and I was..I was..raped!!\" Light looked back at his friends and nodded his head he set his hand on the girl's shoulder and led her to a hall way that he thought was deserted. \"You were raped? By who?\" The male asked. The girl sobbed trying to talk. \"I..I don't know.. I was blindfolded! But they took pictures of me and now its all over the internet!! I'm permanently humiliated Light! Why did you leave me?!!\" She shouted. Light looked at her his eyes softened. \"Miya..I'm so sorry..My sister called and told me she needed a ride home, her car broke down. I didn't mean for this to happen to you..\" He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close so her face was buried in his chest. His eyes looked up and were glowing with excitement an evil smirk plastered on his face.\nLight Yagami was the most evil manipulative bastard you could ever meet. He was cruel and did mean things for his own twisted desires and he enjoyed it completely. He treated everything like a game and wanted to see how far in the levels he could get. His perspective was to manipulate a girl was his godly gorgeous looks and charm so that they would go on a date with him. Then he would set it up where they were raped and humiliated. Hell, he even raped them but they would never know it was him, he always made sure they were blindfolded or at least couldn't see.\nLight was tall standing at 5'8\" and weighing 119 pounds. His hair was straight, thick and a copper brown color, just the hair alone made him look desirable. Then there's the dark brown eyes of his the controlling bed room eyes that could stare right into your soul and capture you in seconds, that is if you were a gullible girl which most were, and that only made it easier for Light. Next is the body, his body was perfect in all angles, lean frame, toned skin, a chiseled yet angelic face, muscles and abs, not to mention a nice package, everything a girl desires of a man. And to make it even worse he was very intelligent, his grades were always perfect and he was top in his class. So because of that he knew how to manipulate and what methods to use at the right time. But this was the same reason why Light used what he was given from god against the females, because he knew he could get away with what he did. He looked like an angle but was just the devil on the inside, personality wise. If anything, this asshole should pay for what he does day after day to innocent unaware females, but just who was capable of it? Who was capable of dominated such an alpha male like Light Yagami?\nThe girl finally pulled away looking up at Light who now looked down at her with a sad expression. \"Its alright Light. I..I forgive you..but um..I don't feel like dating for a while, sorry..\" Light nodded his head. \"I understand completely. Please try and get better. There is always hope in the end..\" The girl gave a small smile and left the area. Light held in a smirk as his eye twitched, he wanted so bad to burst into laughter but knew that would make a scene. So instead he closed his eyes, relaxed his mind and once he opened his eyes back up he was back to his usual emotionless and calm self. Light stuffed his hands into his pockets and left the area as well now searching for a new toy to play with."
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"value": "In the courtyard, she sat with a book open in her lap. The wind was a little fussy today, trying to pick up the hem of her school uniform skirt. The uniforms were not very flattering on any of the girls, but this ones radiance would over shine anything she wore. Rarity Shurio, the twined daughter of a very rich familya family with both money and power. She was no more than 55 short in the ways of height but her confidence and exceeding beauty made her larger than life. It really was a shame to hide something so pretty in a uniform like all the other boring plain girls.\nRarity was of perfect breeding, both in looks and brains. Standing no more than 5'5'' with long raven black hair, piercing violet-blue eyes and skin as white as a porcelain doll. Shed rivaled Light Yagami since middle school for the top of the class. Every quarter they passed the title back and forth only to tie by last term it would seem. She was quite and reserved in class, ignoring any male that passed her no mater how cute or charming they were. Rarity, to her peers, was untouchable. Every boy wanted but every boy knew they didnt stand a chance. She was something you looked at a distance. So much mystery lay around her, for she hardly spoke a word to them. The only voice she gave was in the class room and even then only to the teachers.\nSecretly she had a deep hate for Light that only grew with every girl that walked away in tears from his smiling form. It was sometimes hard to feel sorry for the girls, as they were stupid enough to fall for his tricks. She knew charms could be hard to resist, her brother was one of those prince charming himself. But at least he had class, this boy did not. He thought only of himselfthought only to find amusement for himself in his twisted game that involved innocent girls hearts.\nSomebody needed to teach that boy a lesson. Someone that was on his level...\nAs he walked by she just barely lifted her head, large violet eyes caught his own through thick black lashes as he passed. A brief hint of a smile before dropping them back to her book. He wasnt the only one with undeniable charm. Already she could feel the loathing from other boys, loathing of Light having gotten a look like that from her."
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"value": "As Light walked with his hands in his pockets, he saw an all too familiar girl when he past a small group of teens. His gaze caught with her own only to see her give him a small smile causing Light to raise an eyebrow. Now normally a guy would be think, oh she likes me, but unlike the other ignorant males who only thought with their dick half the time, he didn't think that. No, he knew this girl, knew her for a very long time in fact. Rarity was her name if he remembered right. She was always tied with him, damn he hatred that. He was the one who was supposed to be better then the rest, he was born to be perfect, but because of her he was matched! He had an equal which didn't please him in the slightest.\nRarity..although she was pretty, Light never went after her, though he didn't know why. She was cute, and good looking, smart as well which was a major liking in his book. He could not stand stupid girls. But still, she had never advanced toward him either, so why would she now? No wait, maybe this could be his chance. His chance to get with her, and use her! Yes its perfect, if he did that he would win! He would be back on top. It was so simple all he had to do was set up another date like he did with any other girl, and by the time her night was over she would be in an emotional break down. Her grades would slip, her popularity would go down the drain, she would be publicly humiliated! Oh just the thought made him excited. This was his chance to make everything once again work in his favor..\nLight waited until she looked again before smiling back with the most heart melting look by making his eyes glow and have a loving look in them before closing his eyes and lowering his head. The innocent charm, one of the many things he used against girls. He then walked on but stopped at the stairs as if waiting for the bell to ring but really he was waiting for her to bite the bait."
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"value": "Rarity Shurio nearly sighed with annoyance when he caught her gaze and looked away. For a moment she thought for sure he was going to ignore her. That wasnt possible; firstly, what boy could ignore her? Secondly, she was probably the last girl Light had not wooed and broken. Would he just admit defeat so easily and start to recycle the girls he already dated? Patienceshe reminded herself. Sure enough her ever observant eyes caught that moment of hesitation in his step. He was calculating in that pretty, devilish head of his. Perfect!\nPatiently she waited, never letting her eyes falter from him. Sighs, moans and groans came from the other boys as they, too waited. Light graced her finally with a second look, for his benefit she played right into his charm biting the side of her lip with a light blush forming across her ivory colored skin. What a very useful talent to have, blush on cueeven better than the girls that could cry on cue, no?\nAs he continued on she slowly started to pack up her things, playing coy. If she seemed too eager he might get suspicious. This wasnt any ordinary boy she was playing with after all. What a pity he didnt come overoffer to carry her books. Shed practiced her girlish giggle for hours on the phone with Ravien just last night. It wasnt long, her books tucked to her chest, before she stood on the side, equaling his height only because shed already taken two steps up. As she passed she slipped a note into his hands before offering another fleeting smile over her shoulder.\nThe words were perfectly script with a loopy, old-style writing...\n-Sit with me in class?-"
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"value": "Light waited patiently, he knew she would stall in her decision, every girl did that. Some would be shy or some would start freaking out to their friends that the most popular boy in school was finding interest in them. Heh, yeah right they can believe what they want, he didn't love them, and never would. Sometimes he wondered if he was even born with that emotion. He had no feelings toward anyone, his family he cared about somewhat, but still he could careless if they were around or not. There was nothing he enjoyed more then being alone in his room working on becoming more then what he was. That was a thought, sure he was popular, could have any girl he wanted, and had everything he wanted plus more, but still, what if, just what if there was a way to become more, to become something so great that the world would look up to you. If only..\nHis mind went out of its daydreaming state and back to reality when he saw from the corner of his eyes his prey coming toward him. He looked into her eyes when she stepped up the stairs now matching his height. That's what she always wanted to do, match him..in everything! She would never give up in being on top with him, now it was time for pay back..He looked at his hand with a slightly confused look as she slipped him a note. Light unfolded the piece of paper and looked at it seeing what she wrote. It worked, she was already advancing toward him, perfect..\nHe looked up at her with a smile. \"I don't see why not, but you could of just asked me. Using notes to communicate isn't really necessary. I would much rather hear you talk..\" He said with a slight chuckle"
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"value": "The investigation. His assumptions. The ratios. His thoughts. The truth. The statistics. The bottom line.\nEverything was pointing exactly to one person, save for a few pieces that lay unanswered; like shinigamis. What sort of code could that mean? After all there was no such thing as a death god, otherwise he would have seen one at one point in his life- right? Scanning the screen in front of him, he had started to fidget- toes rubbing against each other slightly as he attempted to figure things out. Mind shifting from one thing to another as he kept the same neautral expression to his face as he worked. Sitting as per usual to what he would do, he seemed to just stay there in the same chair forever- well that was just something the others that worked around him had figured out about how serious the male that sat in their midst was. Thinking and calculating a manner at which he could finally close the case without any more causalities, though all in all; anything that Kira did simply gave him more of a lead to understanding the male and his devilish practices. For the past few hours he had been thinking things over as usual, his body having consumed yet another few things of sugar; this time yet another piece of cake followed by whatever other sugary substance was hanging around the place. Though now one could see a small amount of sugar cubes resting before him, they had once been in a pyramid shape, but now several had been taken away to be digested. Lasting only so long for the sweet craving male as his fingers gripped another before popping it in his mouth.\nIt had seemed, that he hadn't even once pulled his eyes from the monitors that flashed before him. Not that the others around had really paid attention, some wrapping up to leave a little early today. That was fine, it simply made things easier for him as his black eyes slowly drifted to eye the male he was handcuffed with. A measure he had put upon the other to leash him, stop him from being out of his sight when he virtually didn't let the boy do anything alone anyway anymore. He couldn't be trusted, the evidence in his mind raking him angrily to get to the bottom of this. That and make it a very sound and solid answer; so no others could question and so no other variables; no matter what they were could question it. The other was sly, he knew this much of him. Considering the two seemed to think relatively close when it came to their own deductions on the case, but that didn't concern him now. Pupils taking in the sitting individual beside him as the sugar cube within melted away into a nice slosh of sugar. Listening to the sounds around him and the soft tapping of the other's fingers, he couldn't help but wait on the other investigators on leaving. To be alone with this one.\nTo say that he was bent on getting the answer to this case, was a little but of an understatement as he tore his eyes away from the other and stared at the screen. He had been watching a few of the places he had tapped, making sure that none of the suspects that could possibly be the second Kira where doing anything to suspicious that would help draw this to a close. He could stop though, virtually all of what he saw was being taped for later reference- making things easier for him in the long run. Evidence as hard as that was something very few could maneuver around. Drawing his attention to the sounds around him, he couldn't help but rub his feet together more as he heard the last of the others leave. Silence slowly looming on the two that sat in the room alone; hopefully things would stay that way for the time being. No interruptions from Misa or any others as he drew forth his own plan of action. Simply waiting for the other to start the wheels of fate turning."
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"value": "Justice, a perfect world, criminals dieing by heart attacks, Kira... Everything was going as planned, soon, very soon it would be complete and he could have his ideal world. A world where he reigns as the new God! Just the thought alone made him anxious, but things like this needed to be taken lightly. He couldn't rush, otherwise there was a possibility of slipping up, and if that happened it would end everything he's worked so hard for. Light could not let that happen, this was his world, and he was going to be the one that decides who gets to live or dies regardless of what the others think. This world is rotten, and those who make it rotten deserve to die! No one else could have gone as far as he had and he was going to take this to the end! L could not stop him now, he already had a plan of eliminating him..Soon he would claim his victory..\nThere was another thought Misa..Such an unreliable girl. How could she forget his name so quickly? She was nothing but a fool, a nuisance. In truth she was in his way! No, he needed to calm down. Why get so worked up? So she didn't remember L's name? That wasn't a big issue. He had another idea to get rid of L. Still, Misa was the one who screwed him up in the first place. Not being careful, sending false tapes of Kira just to get his attention! What was she stupid? Didn't she know that with clear evidence like that, they would find you? Really, how more ignorant can a person get? But luckily Light was able to get himself out of that as well.\nHiguchi, he was the perfect prodigy to use. A selfish business man who was only interested in his company being on top, it was just too easy. All he had to do was have Rem find a man who's only goal was to be the best in the work force along with his fellow members, and if just so happened Higuchi was the right candidate. Fool, in the end it only cost him to die of an inexplicable heart attack. If he didn't kill for money maybe he would of considered letting him live. Heh, yeah right, if he did that then Higuchi would still be the owner of his death Note, and he couldn't have that. The note book was his along with his soon to be utopia and no one was going to take it away from him, no one..\nLight gazed at the computer screen as he typed. His fingers moving with perfect ease across the key bored. After some time Light stopped and picked up his cup of coffee and took a small sip then sat it down to begin typing again. He waved off the members as they left only to give his dad a nod and a smile before turning back around in his chair. Though he couldn't get that stabbing feeling at the back of his neck to go away. Damn L, its as if he doesn't have anything else to do but stare. Light suddenly stopped typing and set his hands on the desk. He turned his gaze toward L. \"Is something wrong Ryuzaki?\" He asked in a more upbeat tone so as to not make it sound like he was getting irritated from L constantly staring a hole into him."
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"value": "It had taken the other long enough to question him, but at least it had happened. His mind reeled as he thought about how he would approach this- this thing had decided to do to the other. Against his will, that was one thing that flashed through his mind, something that no man would wish upon himself, but all the same he was going to do it. It was a wonder that L hadn't come to terms with learning exactly which way he swung. After all with his sort of life style there was no room for romance, so something like this just seemed like anything else he did to discover information; just another procedure, not something that would possibly scar both of them mentally. Snapping his eyes back to the other, he slowly turned his chair to face him. A slight smile hanging on his lips as he heard the upbeat of the other's voice. Was it real? Was it a fake? It was hard to tell precisely, but that wasn't the matter at hand for him. The Kira case was, he needed to stop it here and if it meant violating the other to get the right information- hell. He'd do it! He had to make damn sure that his suspicions were right before moving onto another case of suspect.\nHis eyes rested on the other's forehead before centering on his face, toes having stopped their idle movement that they usually did. \"Light how do you propose one should gather information from another suspect?\" He spoke out of the blue. Why not let the other get a feel for what he was going to do, though all the same- he couldn't really escape him even after he knew. They were hand cuffed together after all, they would just have to go through one of their fights. From fists to feet, they'd most likely duke it out until one of them prevailed- in his case he'd try his best not to tire out and simply restrain the other as best he could. Well without the bounds of not knocking the other senseless with how he was able to maneuver his legs. His eyes seemed to burn there way towards the other's center, waiting to see what he might say about what he said. After all, it sounded as if he was speaking about someone else- not the one he truly supposed was Kira. The exact male sitting right before him. Until all suspicions where dropped to zero percent, Light Yagami wouldn't be allowed to leave let alone do as he pleased. He would be chained to L for as long as he needed, even if if it took eternity. Just as long as he got the right answer out of it all and solved the case.\n\"What method would prove best?\" he questioned, wanting to see the other's creative juices following before he did anything drastic. He wanted to recognize any change in the other's face and eyes, wanting to see that maybe he could crack the other this way first before trying at something much more devilish."
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"value": "Light looked at L to see him smile. Oh how he hated that smile of his, making him self look so innocent and clueless, bastard.. He always tries to look like the good guy like he's doing the world a favor by trying to stop Kira. He thinks he is justice. Wrong! Light was justice, he was doing the world a favor by eliminating criminals, if he didn't do it then they would never learn! Death was the only way to teach them a lesson. But L never believed it, no, he just wants to stop Kira at all costs no matter what, well try your best shot L..\nL's words caught Light by surprise but he didn't show it. Gather information from another person? Was he trying to get ideas? Oh come on don't tell me the great L has run out of options? No, that couldn't be it, it had to be a trap, another mind game of his. Lets see if he gave L his opinion would be actually use it against him? But..if he doesn't say anything it might cause more suspicion against him. Even though he was so called proven to be innocent by his little events, L still suspected him and he knew that. He had no choice but to answer L's question. Light looked at L. \"Well, if I was trying to find a suspect I would use any method possible as long as it doesn't end up killing the suspect of course, haha..\" He closed his eyes and gave a joking laugh before opening them again and looking at L for a response to his words."
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"value": "He waited on the other, his large eyes resting on the brown haired boy. His mind calculating what the other might possibly say and with his luck- he'd just affirm what he'd soon be doing to the other. With the boy's mind, he'd make sure to try and twist the other around into answer him, saying out in his own voice whom he was. That was, once things commenced. Locking eyes with the youth, he held the same smile on his lips as he answered. A hand went to his chin, finger tapping his lower lip softly before it simply rested there. \"Any method possible... save for something that kills them...?\" he said, fishing the other's words right out of the air to use against him. His eyes rested on the other fully before he tugged on the chain that connected them. \"So even torture you wouldn't rule out as a manner to gather the information... Am I right?\" he questioned the other, tugging on the chain more so that his rolling chair drew him right in front of the other. Eyes wide with curiosity towards what the other would answer."
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"value": "Light looked at L curiously watching his movements but was unable to read past the male's blank expression. Those eyes that seemed to hold nothing behind them, just a black vortex that went on forever with no end, creepy..and the rings from his insomniac made it seem even more edging to be stared at by them. Light's eyes raised at that question but he tried to make it sound he wasn't taken back by those words. \"Well I suppose that would work, but Ryuzaki don't you think that is a little inhumane? Torturing has been against the law for quite some time now. They don't do that anymore because the methods were considered vile and wrong to be done on another human no matter what the crime they committed was.\" He looked at the male and down at the chain that kept them together, that kept him from escaping..He tried to back his chair up some as L got closer. He now felt a very ominous aura coming from him, something wasn't right. \"What are you getting at Ryuzaki?..\" He asked looking into the eyes of the other with a feeling of uncertainty."
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"value": "L Lawliet & Rue Ryuzaki\nThe First L & Beyond Birthday\nThey had been with each other for quite sometime, which made things a bit more sketchy as time kept rolling. After all most hadn't even fathomed that he'd have a girl friend, so most would have thought the other just wasn't into it- that was until AA had come around to the investigation area to see how he was doing. She was one of the whammy children, one he knew well of- considering he had lived with the other among all the other children at the Whammy House when he was younger. So forgetting her was just something a little to hard to do. She had always been by his side, observing him and taking note of what he did; that with the slight look of love in her eyes. It wasn't something he was entirely used to returning, but all the same he hadn't pushed her on her rump whenever she was around him, ignoring her at times while at others just listening to her silently as he contemplated other things. Sitting idly in his seat he had taken to 'reorganizing' the small sugar cubes that had been meant for his drink, simply arranging them into a small pyramid before plucking one from its side off and stating it. Sugar, it was just something he ate on a daily basis. The stimulant helping him when it comes to staying asleep through any case he combated, turning his head some to eye the other with his black eyes he couldn't help but put on a weak smile.\nShe was always there, so why not smile at her? There was no reason not. Turning to look at her, he held his smile- not entirely sure what to do next as he looked at her. L wasn't one for being a social butterfly everyone at the whammy house would know this well, that was just how he was. Antisocial to a very drastic extreme, so just initiating small talk on his part was something the other would be happy about- not that that was what he was about to do anyway. \"Time to go~\" he started, not entirely sure how he should go about this; especially considering the others here. The japanese task force and Light, any wrong move he would have to explain later as he finally got up from his wheel equipped chair- a first for quite sometime. Besides he needed to keep up with his work before letting other things get in his way like a love life. \"Come back sometime later\" he said in a manner that suggested he wanted her presence as he swiftly shoved her out of the place, not one of his finer things to do as he shuffled away from her. \"We'll meet later\" he spoke with the weak smile on his lips, eyes on her as he closed the door and muttered to himself. \"...maybe\" that was quite the given as he went back to his work, getting a few looks from the other's here as he took back to his post and started on his pile of sugar cubs; popping one in after the last dissolved. It wasn't like anything bad was going to happen to her, right?\nHe got everything. It was that single fact that spurred him on for his own reasons, not that mainly would come to conclusion as he waited in the lobby of the building, just waiting for AA to simply stumble upon him. After all, who would have guessed he wasn't L- they looked practically the same well save for a few things. BB had red eyes, not the solid black the other exerted, but despite that the two seemed to be twins when it came down to it. If they really were, only their parents would no. Standing where he had for sometime he had gotten into the mood of slurping down small packets of strawberry jam in hopes that it would help him focus better, discarding the last small packet he eyed the steps anxiously. Knowing that L would push her out soon enough then he could snatch her up in his own manner- after all, would she even remember him?"
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"value": "AA, also known as Angel or just plain A was the third child taking in by Wammy's House. Her real name was April Amaryllis, though only two people in the whole world knew that. She was younger then L by quite a few years. She was one year younger then Light making her sixteen. However, age never mattered when it came to finding rare children of the world in hopes of one of them becoming a successor to the great L one day. She was completely American, having no mixture of nationalities unlike L who looked to be a quarter everything, though mainly British. She was 5'5\" in height and barely weighted 110 pounds. Her hair was short to her shoulders and was a mix of light and dark brown with bangs that hung down over her eyes, having the right eye completely covered by her bangs. Her eyes were a dark brown matching with her hair. She was thin and cute with a nice figure, nothing obnoxious like some girls had, just beautiful with perfect angles and an innocent face.\nOne of A's many talents was her quick mind, she had the ability to see things and come up with a scenario of what might have happened or will happen judging by the evidence and those involved with the crime. She was also a computer wiz, if anything that was her main talent. What she could do with computers was beyond amazing. Simple database hacking was like a piece of cake to her compared to the other things she could do. A could never amount to L though, he was too smart, too extraordinary to surpass, at least that is what she always thought. How could she ever hope to be as great as him, that was nearly impossible. She might be better then some, possibly Mello maybe Near giving the chance but never L. There was another subject, L, he had to be the most amazing guy alive, he was just so, and I know this sounds cliche, perfect. A had a secret crush on him though never showed it, L wasn't one to get into relation ships and she knew that. Besides, she wasn't one for just falling in love either, it was a waist of time and usually ended up bad in the end, but for some odd reason she could never get L out of her head.\nA shook her head, she was daydreaming again. That's going to lose her points on performance. Wateri bring her here to help, not go goo goo eyes over L all day. She reached for her cup of coffee and took a sip tasting the glucose coating at the bottom. Odd as it may seem she actually had a few things in common with L. Mainly the sugar addiction, but she did eat meat which was something L didnt do. So there were similarities and differences between them. Like for example she didnt like strawberries she had a liking for pears and apples more. The only sweets she did eat were chocolate bars, and pockey, not donuts or strawberry short cakes that he always seemed to be eating. She loved cake just not the flavors he liked. They were matched in the zodiac category, him being a Scorpio and her being a Cancer, but the Chinese zodiac didnt match. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it, so maybe she would live her whole life wanting something that would never be, so be it. She would walk to the ends of the Earth for L.\nA snapped out of her thought again when she heard L speak. \"Huh?\" Her gazed turned to him and she looked over at the time. \"Heh, I must of lost track of time. Sorry Ryuzaki.\" She stood from her seat and grabbed her computer bag that held in all her paper work including her lap top that had files from the Kira case along with previous cases, including the BB Murder case.. That was a devastating case to work on. Someone she knew in the past was involved, no, he was the one doing the murders. How could he have stooped so low like that, it was so unlike the old person she used to know. But that was in the past the male was announced of dying from a heart attack in prison, probably by Kira, at least that is what L and her were told.\nOnce A was shoved toward the door she quickly turned around and smiled. \"To be continued later then. Bye.\" She said with a slight wave and walked the rest the way out of the door. She smiled one last time at L before he closed the door. \"See you later L\" Her voice was low. With a sigh she turned around and headed into the elevators to the main lobby. When the door opened she stepped out and walked threw the main hall toward the double doors, not yet noticing the other male she passed by."
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"value": "L Lawliet & Rue Ryuzaki\nThe First L & Beyond Birthday\nA socially awkward situation was bound to happen, then again he wasn't entirely inept with the way he knew how to operate, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to compete with L. Isn't that right? BB watched the other, his dark red eyes flickering over to the female that held his affection but refused to hand it back to him; only holding any love for the male that couldn't hold as thing for for. Even if she was his girl friend, he didn't care. He wanted her, a pang of anger and greed all in one as he drew out his jealousy into one swift act as he slowly walked towards the other, his eyes showing an inquisitive expression towards the female he still harbored love towards. To seduce her, it wasn't that hard- his features almost completely mirrored that of L's, so it was safe to say that he could easily trick her into thinking she was with him, it was as easy as that. Looking the other up and down, he put on a smile for the other. Whether intentionally or on purpose it was hard to tell as he followed for a moment before stopping and eying her. Took the stairs, she could guess that rather easily as he let out a soft call to her, knowing full well what L would have spoken to the female. He could remember how the other tended to 'promise' he'd meet her later that utterly leave her in the dust, not all the time, but enough to possibly hurt the female and make BB's hatred for the other's good fortune grow.\n\"I said I'd see you later\" he spoke, his voice mimicking L's exactly as he eyed her. Pulling out a paper from his pocket to read the contents of the page as if stating in his own manner that he was done with work for now. Not that it was entirely what L would do, it would make sense all the same- he could use the other as an excuse to check up on a few things, a bit like how he could always use someone. Right? That was just a way he looked at the other, using and reusing others for his own purposes to see cases to the end. Not that it really bothered him so much, just as long as the other got what was coming to him; that and that he was able to stump the 'great L' with his own methods, like the few people he had taken down and brutally murderer. It was just the way he liked to do things. That with the fact that virtually everyone had 'believed' he had died in prison from a heart attack had actually worked for him, his own case files closed since so many thought he was gone. Wrong! There was no way to check if he was dead now, but all the same- it was rather hard to track down a supposedly 'dead' man when you had no lead on him, about anything but where he was now.\nPushing his thoughts away, he kept his smile lingering on his lips, hoping to feel the kindness that she showed to L to him. After all, she would never suspect- now would she? Pulling the paper away and stashing it in his pocket after folding it, he eyed her. Hoping to see her reaction, with this he kept in mind to hide his eyes somewhat, making sure she wouldn't see the red that rode in them so clearly."
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"value": "A stopped in mid step with her hand already on the handle indicating she was about to exit at any movement. However, the sound of a well known voice stopped her from doing so. She let go of the handle and turned around. \"L..I mean Ryuzaki?\" he said with confusion looking at him. Why was he with her and not the task force or rather Light? After all he was the one under suspicion of being Kira. L seemed more then set on watching Light's every move more then anything, this was unlike him. \"What are you doing down here? Did the other members leave already?\" Her voice was low as she spoke. Wait, that didn't sound right, they couldn't of left. She was the only one in the lobby besides L. Or was this man L?\nA shook her head blocking that thought. Come on who else could it possibly be? There was no other person like L, right? Realizing just how rude she sounded, A quickly bowed and apologized for her actions and words. \"Never mind, I'm sorry, Ryuzaki.\" She looked back up with a small smile. \"So, what is it you want to discus with me? Did you catch a lead on the Kira case..or..\" She started to say as she kept her gaze to him."
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"value": "L Lawliet & Rue Ryuzaki\nThe First L & Beyond Birthday\nFor a moment, the way she was speaking indicated her doubt about him, but he wouldn't linger upon that as she gave a bow. Her own thoughts resolving any problem she had in her mind about him being L. Perfect. \"No they didn't leave....\" he said with a slight smile lingering on his lips as he eyed the other. His own internal desires already fighting with him as his plan was slowly strung out now. First gain her trust, walk her somewhere and they things would escalate from that. \"I have a different lead at the moment that has taken my interest\" he spoke, not even eluding to what it might be. Nonetheless, the other had to believe that it was something horribly prominent to get his eyes off of Light. \"it will determine whether a few of my suspicions are correct\" he spoke, slowly edging her into the lies that he woven to the female before him. Softly he let a hand slide into his pocket as he moved over to her, eyes hidden from sight as he flashed her a soft smile. Why not? He was going out of the way to be with her, that and the desire to simply have her. He was being nice, otherwise he could have based her in then dragged her off like any other animal would. No, not with A- he wasn't going to do something so savage to her; at least not yet.\nBB wanted to make this perfect, perfectly horrific. He wanted to show how great he was compared to L, prove to his love here that she should have always had her eye on him rather than the other whom he admittedly despised for getting everything in his life. It was like L had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Him? A silver one, stuck being second place for the time being to the one he loathed. \"I'll need your help on this one\" he spoke, walking up to her side;ready to go out into the world with her in the most harmless manner that he could. Hopefully she wouldn't notice a thing about him until the deed was done."
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"value": "A looked at L with curious eyes but she couldn't hide that stupid feeling girls get. The feeling of butterflies in the stomach where it makes you all googly eyed and you look like your in a different world, god how she hated when that happened. But how could she control it L was so amazing, now she knew what Misa felt like around that Light character. No what was she saying? Misa had announced she fell in love at 'first sight'. She had been with L since their childhood. Funny, she could remember how withdrawn she was on first meeting him. She would not talk or make eye contact, but then again after just watching your own family being murdered, who would?\nThat was how A come to being with L. She had a good family, a caring mother and father, and then it happened. Someone broke into the house and killed them. She was safe because the mother hid her in a hole in the wall, and she didn't come out until later. A was then taken to the Wammy house, gave food, a code name, and was told she could live with them until she was old enough to go on her own. Threw the years she was trained and she took that training to heart wanting to become a great detective like the famous L so that she could stop evildoers like the ones who killed her parents. Because of her devotion she reached her goal in becoming a great detective, not fully like L but dead close and she was thankful for that.\nA shook her head snapping out of her day dream or rather flashback and looked at him. She brought her finger to her mouth and started nibbling on the nail nervously. \"Oh? So then your asking me to come with and help you on your suspicions? I'd be glad to assist you Ryuzaki.\" She smiled and swallowed hard, ugh..she was always so nervous and jumpy around him Then again she was a shy girl. She was timid and would never express her feelings on her own. A put her hand on the arm that was raised to try and stop from trembling. \"Lets go then. I cant wait to see the new culprit. It will give Light a break from things, oh not that I'm saying anything against you. But you have been on Light like a bug and we don't even know if he is Kira. Of course it you were to puzzle together the pieces more there is the probability that he is, but that's thinking too far ahead.\"\nThey had already exited the door as she talked about the case and so on and where already walking the streets. After a while she decided she should shut up, thinking she was talking too much and pulled a box of pocky out of her bag. It wasn't just for her files she kept junk food in there also. She opened it up and took one out putting it in her mouth. \"Want one?\" She asked looking at him with a smile on her face."
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"value": "Lexus sighed some as she woke up that morning the new morning in Tokyo and she was nervous about going to school not knowing that there were some bad guys around school but she just didn't know. Getting up she looked around the apartment she was in and she growled some. She took a shower got dressed into that school uniform which she liked and hated at the same time. Her hair being a light/bright blonde with black highlights in it she smiled and looked in the mirror then was off to school. Looking around as she walked past the people she listened to her Ipod and swung her head side to side knowing soon she would probaly find a boyfreind or some close friends. She was the most popular kid back in the United States and she loved how she looked.\nSmirking some as she got to the school she looked around at the big building that looked like a collage or somethin else but she knew it was a school. Sighing some as she went in and looked for her locker she saw some guys looking at her and she got a scared look in her eyes but just ignored it not knowing what they thought of her. Opening her locker she grabbed her books and put them in her skater backpack that she brought from her town and what her close friend gave her. She slammed the locker door then started for her class. She shook her head and dragged her feet on the floor her head swinging side to side still while she listened to her music. She didn't know what or who was looking at her but she didn't give a fuck it's when she got to the class and looked up that she froze seeing the hottest guy in school and she blushed some as she saw him looking at her.\nShe quickly looked back at the teacher as the teacher yelled at her but she couldn't hear since her Ipod was still in her ears. Taking the earphones out of her ears quickly and starting to put it in her backpack she smiled then went in the class room then went into the back were there was a seat next to the window. Looking back up at the teacher as she started to teach class Lexus didn't know what the fuck she was saying. Growling some she got her books out of her backpack and put them on the desk and just looked out the window rolling her eyes as she wondered what the hell was going to happen today. She hated this moving away from so many freinds and so many close family members and it pissed her the hell off not wanting to do it. She was pushed into it after she got into a fight with another girl over some stupid thing and she was kicked out of the school."
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"value": "Light Yagami, was his name. Light is written with the kanji for moon and Yagami for night and god. Just the name screamed success and that is what he was. He was born to be on top, to win, to get whatever he wanted. Why else would he be so perfect? He had everything, yet still wanted more. If you only saw Light at first glance without actually knowing him you would label him as a spoiled brat who never seemed to be satisfied no matter what he was given.\nThis male was blessed with so much. His looks were almost god-like with his short thick but soft dark brown hair and bed room brown eyes. The type of eyes that just seemed to look right into your soul and manipulate you to his will. He was perfectly toned and thin, soft firm body and a chiseled yet angelic face. He was tall, standing at 5'8\" and weighing 119 pounds. Of course looks wasn't all he had if that was it then he wouldn't be perfect, or at least the closest thing to it. No, he also had talent, skills that people would do anything to have. Then there was his stunning intellect. He was very intelligent, his mind was something not many could compare to, always being top of his class. A hard working honor student who's considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. That was the title he thought himself to be.\nThere was more to him then that. he wasn't Just Light Yagami. The son of Soichiro Yagami who was chief of the police task force headquarters. No, he was someone else in secret, unknown to every human. Light was also Kira. The biggest thing that has ever hit the world. History in the making that what Kira was. His goal was to eliminate all the criminals, one death at a time until his world was complete where he reigns over as the new god! Even if it meant sacrificing his own soul it was worth it. The world was rotten and it just kept getting worse. Everyday he had watched innocent people's announced death on T.V or another rape victim. The world cant go on like this anymore he had to make a change and with his new found power it was possible. He could do it, create a new world of peace, a world everyone desires. He was the only one who could do it, no one else would of took the responsibility of doing anything in their power to make this a better world..only he could. Sure he knew killing was wrong, but it had to be done. Those who cause suffering for others don't deserve to live, they don't deserve a trial. That wasn't Justice in his eyes!\nDay after day criminals got away with what they've done because there was no evidence in their crime, but not anymore. Now he was the one who could judge them, he was the one who got to decided who lived and died regardless of physical evidence. And his decision for doing crime was death..no second chances, no trial..Either a simple heart attack if they were charged of worse crimes and dieing of disease or accidental death for lesser crimes..\nThose were his ideas when he first became Kira, a dream of a perfect world, but it showed more and more he was losing control. The ability to kill he was given was taking over his mind, making him a different person then who he used to be. He wasn't justice anymore, he was evil but could never accept that fact, or rather he was too blind with power and thoughts of being god to care. His goal was no longer for the world anymore but for him. He had grown selfish and wasn't just killing criminals but those who got in his way. Innocent or not, it they messed with him, interfered, or knew too much he would eliminate them and without hesitation. His heart was a dark place and his thoughts were cruel, in a symbolic since, he wasn't even human anymore.\nDeath Note, that was the power he had found. A note book of a shinigami, death god. It enabled him to kill any human as long as he had a name, a face, a pen and that specific note book. He could kill them quickly and painless or slowly and painfully. When and how he would do it was entirety in his control, and once a name was written, it couldn't be stopped..\nLight was sitting down at his desk with his arm propped up and his chin resting in his palm as he gazed outside. He sat by the window on the right toward the middle to back area of the classroom. The lesson the teacher was given was old news to him so he didn't feel like paying attention. All he really had to do was get the home work done, he didn't have to participate because he already knew the subject. His eyes moved from the window to the door once he heard the teacher stop talking and everything going silent. He looked at the girl that entered. He had never seen her before, she must be knew. He could tell that she wasn't Japanese, if he was to guess by looks he'd say she was American. His eyes followed her, turning his head when she got out of eye sight until she sat down a few seats behind him. He didn't know why but something about her caught interest. Maybe it was because she was a nationality that they don't get much of so it was something new. After a few more minutes of watching her he turned his head back toward the window. An annoyed look then appeared on his face as his gaze looked to something else, but what he was looking at was a mystery. Light growled under his breath and looked back to the window, waiting with pure boredom for class to end."
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"value": "Lexus looked out the window as she saw Light looking at her and she whimpered some as she saw everyone glarin at her as if he was the most popular guy in school and they hated her for him seeming to have an intrest in her. Sighing some she shook her ehad and looked out the window seeing Light look out it to and she tryed to see what he was looking at but she saw nothing. She looked around the classroom seein tons of girls glaring at her and she looked back out the window. When she heard the bell ring she quickly put the books in the bag and she slung the bag over her shoulder and quickly walked out of the classroom. Feeling eyes on her she whimpered some puttin her earphones in and she turned it up loud and started to walk faster.\nBiting her lip hard she shook her head and starting to walk faster she thought she felt more eyes on her and she looked around seeing almost everyone looking at her. Whimpering some she shook her head and turned the corner walkin out of the school and then she started to run hoping that no one would try and come after her right then and there she just wanted to go back to her apartment and cry her heart out. She felt left out felt out of place in this city in this country and she hated it. Biting her lip harder she started to run and she looked around starting to go down a dark alley and she sighed some slowin down as she started to calm down. Turning her music down she sighed and looked down at the ground and walked calmly.\nShe didn't know why she was walking down the dark alley and she looked up at the sky it already getting dark since school was so long and she didn't know anything the teacher said. She was so confused and she didn't know what to do. Looking back she leaned against the alley wall and looked up at the sky. She didn't know what to do feeling confused and not knowing anything here she just felt like falling down on her knees and crying. She balled her hand into a fist and she slammed her fist into the brick wall and she glared at the wall her hand bleeding and tears rolled down her cheeks and she stayed looking at the ground \"why am I even here?? Everyone hates me and I hate this place..I DON'T FUCKING BELONG HERE\"."
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"value": "When school ended Light stood from his seat and packed up his things. He tossed them into his bag and swung it over his shoulder then left the class room. His mind started to go toward that new girl it seemed a lot of his fan girls had gotten jealous that he looked at her. So what, he made eye contact that doesn't mean he liked her, stupid girls. Why are they always like that? With a sigh he shook his head and walked past the group of kids as if they weren't even there.\nIt was now getting late as Light headed for home. He wasn't one for taking main roads so he decided to take the ally ways. They were darker and if he stayed in the shadows more safer then being on the streets. Light stopped at the sound of a voice talking in the distance and listened. Being curious he started walking toward the direction to check it out. He walked from out of the shadows to see the girl from before. She was crying and..her hand was bleeding? What was up with her? Light looked the opposite direction for a second as if contemplating on whether or not he should held her. Oh what the hell, its not like he was in a rush to get back home, well he was but still he couldn't just leave her alone it wouldn't be safe, she could get attacked. \"Are you alright?\" he asked walking behind her with his hands in his pockets. It seemed to be a habit of his. \"Do you need some help?\""
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"value": "\" Fifteen thousand and five hundred dollars for a herd of Rapidashes- not bad. \" Chason grinned, patting the heavy suitcase that was propped on the cushioned seat next to him. Even though he planned out the strategy himself, it was his Pokeboys who did most of the dirty work and carried out his scheme. Then again, they were his willing vessels, ready to do anything he wished of them- they were the reason he made a living. While the other Rockets kept loads of Pokeboys to increase the number of their party, he preferred to keep two and focus his attention on them so that they'd be at an advantage in the face of outraging numbers. It was also his efforts that brought them to where they were; Kaiden and Damien. He picked up his fork, then stabbed at the strawberry in his served fruit bowl, gesturing for the boys sitting opposite of him to finish eating, too. He treated them to a meal after every paycheck, and since he was in a relatively good mood today, he was up for taming them both, too- at the same time. He rarely spent quality time with his Pokeboys, just because he simply had no time. But when he did fit it into his hectic schedule to occasionally express his gratitude, he did it effectively.\nThe Rocket member loosened his tie and sat back on his chair, hanging one arm over the backboard of the other seat adjacent to him. \" Eat up all you want, boys- you two deserve it. \" he kindly offered, taking a swig of the can of beer he was served. Even though he filled up nearly half of his stomach with alcohol, he wasn't so lenient with letting his beloved boys drink any, mainly for health conditions he was fully conscious of. And beer most likely guaranteed a better fuck. He had a lot more stamina, and he would need it when fucking two. Chason popped a grape into his mouth, glancing out of the PokeCenter's window at the darkening sky. It looked like they would need to room here for the night. They were wanderers most of the time, but they had enough money to let them roost an entire week here if they wanted.\nKaiden, the more reserved of the two, warily glanced at their tamer becoming more and more drunk by the passing second. He didn't mind it at all, and knew very well of what rewards that'd bring later in the night. They so deserved a good fuck ! The Houndoom morph ran his gloved fingers through his pitch black hair, fingering the rusty brown highlights that were streaked there in some areas. With his teeth, he tugged off of his gloves, then cautiously brought up, \" We are being tamed tonight, right ? Dinner doesn't settle it at all. \" He uneasily glanced around at the colorful Pokeboys sitting around them at different tables, looking just disgustingly adorable in their own fashion. They sort of stood out amongst the Pikachus, Azurills, Swablus, and Vulpixes, really. With a sigh, the Houndoom lifted himself off of his seat next to Damien, then rounded the table, plopping down comfortably on Chason's lap.\nThe tamer was quick to wrap his arms around his Houndoom's back, even going as far to poke his fingers underneath the other's waistband. They kissed, and Chason drew away first, leaning forward to plant a peck on the middle of his Pokeboy's chest. \" Mmm, of course. There's nothing you two deserve more than a good fuck- I'll cum in both of your asses this time. \" he promised, ignoring the strange looks they received from the other customers."
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"value": "Damien was helping himself to most of the food provided to him, alternating between showing his hands in the large claws and simply picking up the food with the pincers on his wrists. The redheaded pokeboy had played a big role on in aiding his master in capturing all those pokemon, the red blitz wasn't called that for no reason, he was easily able to incapacitate them himself. The pokeboy sat close to his master, pressed up against him really, the black cloth that normally covered his face down so he could feast on the various berries that were his favorite food, preferring the strawberries. He occasionally made a show by aiding his master, lifting an item of food to his lips. The boy only drank a little but quickly demolished the strawberries, his attention sliding around the room, all the people looking at them, or just going about their business, he could really care less, unlike Kaiden, who seemed to care what others thought about him. Damien found it amusing, all the colorful and well groomed pokeboys all around, barely trained and probably badly tamed, Damien however had his wild hair and dark eyes. he looked completely out of place in the pokemon center, along with his comrade Houndoom.\nDamien gave a glance to the side as the houndoom climbed up in his master's lap, his master promptly wrapping his arms around the other, Damien looked up, a jealous flare in his eyes. He was well known amongst the rockets for his temper, though he felt that even the houndoom deserved his turn. Still, the Scizor let out a low growl when their clearly intoxicated master showed the houndoom a lot of attention. Damien turned his head towards the two, his sharp eyes aliting on them when their master admitted that he would be fucking both of them that night, at that Damien smiled. It was likely that by the end of the night he would have a lot of cum in him, he knew the houndoom probably would help, maybe even gang up on Damien, being doubleteamed by both his master and his comrade was his favorite sexual activity.\nDamien waited a moment before he moved, pressing into his master's side and pressing on the charm \"Master, when do we get to fuck?\" He was a lot less inhibited than Kaiden, and proved it by leaning in to kiss Kaiden full on the lips \"I am in the mood\" Damien smiled seductively, pecking his master on the cheek, his actions were primarily to embarrass the more reserved pokeboy, Damien had no problem with public displays of Affection, making out with his master, or even being fucked or fondled by his master, in places where they could be caught. Damien made his effort to get into his master's lap, pressing into Kaiden as well, a gesture of affection from the fiery pokeboy.\nThe fiery haired pokeboy smiled at Kaiden, he was a horny one, and they would both be being fucked, maybe even Kaiden would have a turn with Damien, or even get to have him"
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"value": "Maybe Chason would sit out for the first few minutes of the taming session to allow for both of his Pokeboys to be a bit intimate with each other in the beginning. He personally loved seeing his dearly beloveds get at it, so he would be more than willing to let Kaiden take control of the reins for a few moments until he'd step in to the scene. Besides, they seemed to like each other very much when they weren't indirectly fighting over his attention. It was obvious that Damien had some sort of an attraction towards his only partner in crime, while Kaiden was somewhat inexpressive, but held the same love for his comrade as well. He often put them together, but preferred that they stayed apart most of the time for specific reasons regarding attachment and the neglect of their duties. He also didn't tame them very often, because it felt much better if they weren't doing it on a regular basis. If one or two weeks were given to let their asses sit there for a while, they eventually grew tighter, giving him more of a thrill to penetrate those rears with the added pleasure. Honestly, Chason couldn't wait to get this moving. He was already on the brink of being totally tipsy, and he wanted to use his stamina before it'd completely burn out in a matter of a few hours.\nHe caressed his Houndoom's back, drawing imaginary shapes on his finely shaped body and the angular spine that curved along, too. The tamer knew that Kaiden loved the riding position, so he kept that in mind as he groped the Houndoom's ass affectionately. Kaiden was rubbing against him, and the master willingly responded by grinding his crotch against his Pokeboy's, smirking against the other's shoulder. Kaiden blushed, nearly throwing his head back in sheer pleasure and ecstasy as he was forced to imagine just how amazing it would feel to be bouncing on top of his master's full erection ... Then, Damien kissed him, and he moaned into the slight peck, already turned on with the flow of events that happened. Unlike Damien, he was a bit shy with public displays of affection, and he despised being exposed in the midst of prying eyes, but damn- he was horny tonight. If Chason wanted to do him on the table, he'd eventually give in to his master's request and go along with it. How long had it been since they had a threesome ?\n\" Hm, eager, aren't we ? Kaiden, why don't you be a good boy and pay the bills ? Get us a key while you're at it, too ... \" he murmured, pecking the other's cheek and giving a prompt slap against his Houndoom's rear to spur him into action. Kaiden yelped, nodded, and fished out his master's wallet to pay the waitress and claim a room key for them. While Kaiden was absent, he tugged Damien onto his lap, kissing his neck affectionately to make up for the times he hadn't been able to spoil his Scizor. \" I'm so proud of you. I promise you a good double penetration tonight. \" he promised, probably hinting at the fact that Kaiden would join in to fuck Damien, too. \" You want that, baby ? \" he grinned, arching one eyebrow as he pursed his lips over the other's smooth jawline, \" Want both of it stuffed in your ass ? \""
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"value": "Damien watched his master giving his attentions to Kaiden, thinking for a moment, perhaps deciding that it was time to get moving. Damine had a crush on Kaiden, he didn't keep it secret, even though he kept it under wraps when Master was around, mostly because he was busy vying for his master's attention, he loved it when Kaiden fucked him too, their sweating bodies writhing, pressing into eachother, Kaiden wad very energetic in bed. Damien also liked it doggy style with him. Of course they didn't fuck that often, especially not as often as Master fucked them both. Damien looked up, tilting his chin and leaning back, both pincers closed at the moment before he reached over and grabbed a grape, popping it in his mouth. The pincers were surprisingly dexterous, but for things that he needs softness for, Damien was able to use his hands, located inside.\nDamien kept helping himself to the strawberries, as the master lavished Kaiden with attention, not paying attention to the pair. The boy occasionally glanced over at the two, fidgeting as he watched Kaiden moan and groan in his master's lap. He was becoming aroused just by watching them, his master rubbing his crotch into the other while Kaiden moaned. Damien's kiss had even more of an effect on the houndoom, bringing a particularly malicious smirk to the redhead's lips. The Scizor watched as Kaiden was sent off by chason to go pay the bills. No sooner had Damien peered over at his master when he was pulled into his lap, his master's lips on his neck. Damien practically melted into his master's arms, his neck was one of those weak spots on his body.\nDamien blushed, mostly just from hearing his master tell him he was proud, he would easily bend over for his master in a public park, but still being told something like that brought a flush of pride to his face.\n\"Hmm, master, that sounds great\" Damien smiled, rolling his head back, giving him access to his own neck \"That sounds lovely, I want to be so full tonight\" The thought of being fucked by both his master and his fellow pokemon made Damien quite noticeably aroused, the thought of cum covering his body or being poured inside of him always got him going. Damien 's sharp teeth showed as he placed a kiss on his master's cheek, pressing his body into his. Damien noticed people were staring, and that simply brought a smirk to his lips, he liked having people watch."
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"value": "They called him a murderer, criminal, serial killer. They thought he was crazy, insane for doing what he did. Insane huh? Insane was an understatement, but you could never go right up and say that to his face. Unless you wanted to die of course, and depending on his mood or how bad he took the insult, the death would either be quick and painless or slowly and painfully..He wasn't one you would mess with, anyone who crossed him always got the worse end of it, and if they didn't at first, he would devote his time in making sure they paid sooner or later.\nLight Yagami was the name of this man but only a few people know who is was in secret. Kira, the so called New God of the world. The one who killed criminals day after day because he thought he was upholding justice. It was his goal to eliminate the wicked, to create an new world free of crime. He was entrusted, no, he found an unknown power that gave him the ability to kill anyone as long as he had a face, a name, a pen, and a special note book. Death Note it was called, a power known only to a shinigami, a god of death. The Note Book even came with instructions for the one who first picks it up, stating specific rules and how to kill. Anyone would think it was a prank at first, but there is just something about the note book that makes a human want to try it at least once. Though after the first time of revealing its power the user gets rid of it. That wasn't the way for Light, no, he used it to complete a goal and dream he's had for so long. The dream of rebuilding the world into a utopia where he rules over as God.\nThis man devoted his life, his own soul to achieve his goal, but many obstacles laid ahead in his creation. There were those out there who didn't believe what he was doing was justice. They thought it was evil, inhumane, and so they devoted their own life to stop him at all costs. He was so close, already eliminating one of the major problems that kept him from being God, all he had was one more game to play, one more puzzle to solve. But it ended in failure! No! It wasn't his fault, everything on his end was perfect, he just misunderstood his own proxy. He didn't think the male would go against his orders and do things on his own without his consent! That is why he failed, because he had to rely on others at the time, and all they did was prove to be worthless, pathetic. It was obvious now he couldn't have others help him, he had to do it on his own, but would be get a second chance or was it all over for him?\nOn January 28th Kira was caught and apprehended but instead of sending him to death or a prison, the task force talked it over and decided on sending him where he truly belongs, an insane asylum. Kira wasn't just a murderer, he was crazy, mad with power and it just kept getting worse, festering inside of him to the point of insanity. It could of been all the stress, or he just couldn't handle the power he was given, maybe both. Either way he was stripped of his powers and sent to be locked up under high security in a insane asylum where he would live the rest of his life like a caged animal..Or would he?..\nLight was located in the back part of the asylum, where the most dangerous people go. He was behind a big metal door with the numbers 666 embedded on it. They chose this number as a joke and also because they thought it that went along with his personality. On the side of the door was a small screen along with keys under it so that one had to type in a password just to open the door. They didn't know Light was Kira because the task force kept that secret all they warned was he was dangerous and should be locked up. He was labeled as insane, yes, but he could also appear calm and collected, even normal, but he was a manic depressant, one second completely normal, the next a psycho path, that is why he needed to be under high security at all times.\nThe room he was in was like a normal bedroom in a way but plain. He had a toilet, sink and a bed, but nothing else. At shower time he went in alone with the guards outside until he finished. Light had to wear a band on his ankle that beeped if his temper reached a certain point. He was constantly given a pill to keep him calm but of course he never took it it. He was able to keep himself normal, but there were times he just snapped. He had to be monitored whenever he was allowed to be with the other patients but he wasn't monitored in his room, that was the only place he had full privacy to himself. Light was treated no different then a prisoner, his treatment was different from the rest, but still, better to know you were safe then being surrounded by the ones you've been killing for years, how ironic would that be.\nLight was sitting on the bed wearing a simple long sleeved black shirt and black lose pants, no shoes, no socks, nothing else. He didn't even have his watch, that was one of his prized possession and it was taken away as well. His eyes looked forward thew his bangs because his head was lowered. It would appear he was sulking in his failure but he was also trying to come up with a plan. He's been in this place for about a month now but so far hasn't come up with one idea of how to escape.\n\"Uh..This is boring, there's nothing to do here..\"Light's fingers fiddled with the chain on his left wrist that connected him to the wall. The chain was long so it gave him moving room but he could go no further then the line on the floor that left about 5 feet of room by the door encase someone entered and he decided to attack, but once they crossed the line he could reach them, that might come in handy later. \"Shut up Ryuk..This is your fault also..\" Light said turning his head to look at the creature that was only visible to his own eyes.\"How is it my fault?\"Ryuk asked looking confused. \"If you would of let me use your Note Book then I wouldn't be in this damn place!! I have to suffer, and so do you..\" Light crossed his arms and closed his eyes. \"Just be patient..I'll think of something, and when I do, I'm going to exact my revenge on everyone involved!\" Ryuk laughed.\"I hope your right about that.\""
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"value": "There was nothing that Luna could do to get out of this one. She had chosen to be the best at anything she did when it cane working at the assylum. She was a good nurse and a good therapist. Depending on her boss, she'd be assigned to either or. But this was both. Apparently, she had to be both when it came to this certain particular man. It probably had something to do with the fact that they were short on hands these days. It was a budget cut, they said. She lost a few friends during that time. Friends that made her job that much easier.\nShe needed the extra money her superior was giving her for this one particular job. Had she not, she would have said no. It required overtime and three hour sessions three times every twenty four hours. She also had to give him his medicine and make sure he'd take it..through a needle or a pill. Sometimes she'd even have to bring him food herself. So, in total, she'd be working thirteen hours a day. The sessions would only last till a month, depending on the mans cooperation. She thought it was thirty days too many.\nThis would also be her first job working with someone in the back of the facility. Usually those didn't have any hope of ever returning to sanity, but she was told this one was different. That the police had requested this particular area for this particular man. They didn't even know if he was really THAT much of a threat. There was days he would snap, but who wouldn't? If she had to spend everyday in a cell with no human interaction, she'd go crazy herself. He was allowed no visitors, no nothing until the end of the year. It was almost sad.\nThe twenty one year old nurse felt bad for him, but she couldn't let that interfere with her line of work. She looked at her clipboard. Her first concern was that he talked to himself...apparently he had an imaginary friend from what they saw in the cameras. Then it was his temper. But other than that..he seemed normal. Like the police over reacted. She watched him for a little while, and he seemed like a normal guy. Seemed. She would have to begin asking him who he talked to. Imaginary friends seemed to be the easiest problem to solve for her.\nShe took her clipboard and slowly began walking towards the high security area. It always had that strange feeling. Like you were being watched by something. She was always extra sensitive to things like that. Usually, if the feeling was bad enough she wouldn't be able to even sit still in the room. She'd leave, or urge the others to go with her. Her eyes lowered when some security guards smiled at her. It wasn't the smile that is the friendly co worker smile. It was vulgar. She wasn't one to sue for sexual harassment though, and they had made no inappropriate gestures so she let it go.\nWhen she got to the room with the numbers \"666\", she felt uneasy. The kind of uneasy that made your stomach turn. She had to shake the feeling off. She would not let her hypersensitivity get in the way of her job. The guard at the door punched in the keypad code for her, but she had already memorized the number. The door buzzed and she opened it, then opened the second door that was locked by thumb print recognition. When she saw him in person, he seemed even more normal. She cleared her throat, that uneasy feeling still inside her and smiled.\n\"Good morning Mr. Yagami. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Luna Shikimori. I will be your nurse and therapist. From now on, I will see you three times a day, for three hours. Sometimes, I'll bring you food. Sometimes, I'll watch you take your sedation pill. If you refuse I'll have no choice but to inject you. We can do these sessions with you strapped to your bed or moving around freely. It is all up to you.\" The smile never left her face. She didn't want to upset her patient, after all."
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"value": "Light stopped messing with his chain and jerked his head toward the door when he heard it being opened. Lets see it has been about 6 hours since the door was last opened, maybe he could find a pattern. He looked to one that entered, it was a girl..His gaze dropping down to see if she was behind the line. Unfortunately she was so he couldn't reach her. A shame too, she was just a woman so using force would definitely of been solution to escape, oh well there was always next time.\nHis gaze went to look at her again hearing her words he narrowed his eyes and looked away. Who was she to tell him what he was going to do. She could shove the pill down her own throat for all he cared, and he would be happy to volunteer. \"Whatever..\" He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, secretly looking her over thoroughly. She was shorter then him and small, she looked younger as well, not to mention weak, perhaps he could put a plan in motion now that he knew she would be coming three times a day.\n\"Light..\" He turned his head to look at her once more. \"My name is Light. Don't call me Mr. Yagami, that is how my father was addressed before he died..\" Light looked away with lowered eye brows sounding as if he was almost sad, but if anyone knew him well enough they'd know he was just putting on an act to get inside her head.\n\"I don't see the point in taking those pills. I seem calm to you don't I? Its really just a waist of time. I'm not like them.\" He looked at her and pointed to the door as if he was talking about the other patients. \"I don't need medicine. I'm not mentally unbalanced and I'm not traumatized. I wasn't an abused kid and I didn't experience anything drastic that would of made me schizophrenic. And I sure as hell wasn't born that way either..\" He sighed and crossed his arms. \"Me being here is a complete mistake, but I'm sure its nothing you would ever understand..\""
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"value": "She sighed. Obviously he was one of the types that think there was nothing wrong. She'd begin there. She pulled up a chair and then crossed her legs. \"Light..I have been told that you experience fits of rage for no apparent reason...Do you remember these fits?\" If he was aware of them, then she'd have to rule out multiple personality disorder. They weren't quite she what his mental illness was. How kind of the police task force not to tell them how they should go about treating him. No sickness meant no therapy. She looked him up and down, seeing nothing but an ordinary man. But she knew he was here for a reason, and she'd get to the bottom of it. It was her job, and she wanted to help him.\nThat was funny, usually when she dealt with patients it took her a while to get inspired to help them. If he was a man on the street she would deem his as attractive, someone she would want to know. He was her type sort of. It was a shame that there was something wrong with him...\nShe shook off the thought. That was unprofessional. She let her mind wander and she ended up thinking about how attractive he was. That wasn't good. She had never thought of any of her patients that way. Why was he different? And then there was that awful feeling in the room. There was something wrong with him and it was best to distance herself emotionally from him. She felt bad...so bad..."
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"value": "Light sighed and laid back on the bed with his arms behind his head. \"You'd be pretty pissed off too, if you were forced to be here with all these other nut jobs. I can't play a decent game of chess with anyone without them throwing the pieces around..Its boring here, there is nothing to do. If I am insane, its because I'm cooped up here in this godforsaken place.\" He closed his eyes with an irritated expression.\nAfter some time he opened his eyes and looked at her again. \"Three times a day, right? All you do is give me my medicine and food during those times? Am I allowed to ask for company? Its hard enough being in this room with no one to talk to but myself..\" Ryuk looked at him. \"Hey!\" Light closed his eyes to stop from laughing. He then opened his eyes once more.\nWith another sigh Light leaned up from the bed and sat on the edge. \"No one has any idea what I went threw. They just assume I'm insane. Whatever..\" He rubbed his forehead. \"So besides having to come here for work reasons, can you entertain me on the side?\" He could tell this girl was slightly cautious so he had to work slow and attack when the time was right. First he had to become friends with her, just like he did with L before he killed him."
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"value": "She crossed her leg and listened to his responses. They were normal, typical responses that a normal person would say. But there had to be something wrong with him and she wouldn't be getting out of this if she didn't figure it out. She took notes on his behavior, making sure she made accurate observations. She would go over this later. \"Three times a day for three hours.\" She corrected. It was a little inhuman, she'd practically be living here. Seven am to ten am. Twelve pm to three pm. Five pm to eight pm. She sighed. \"I don't know about entertaining you..But I'll definately be keeping you company. Now..tell me something else.\" She paused, hitting her clipboard a few times with her pencil. She had to come up with another question. Something that wouldn't upselt him.\n\"In the serveilance cameras, they show that sometimes you talk to yourself. Do you have a friend in here, or do you just mumble to yourself?\" Everyone was guilty of talking to themselves at one point. However, if he told her he had a friend then that would be something that needed to be set straight. She purposely didn't say imaginary in case he assumed she saw him too."
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"value": "Before Afghanistan, Tony Stark had always thought of himself as a Patriot; his years of toying with weapons of relatively minor destruction had never bothered him one iota. Tinkering with explosives, building better bombs, better rockets, better jets and new tanks had all just been part of what he had thought was an honourable goal. It had never occurred to him that his lifelong career of building weaponry for the American people to protect their country with - he'd never once thought that -\n- well, before, he'd always slept. And damn well.\nNot so much anymore.\nAfter he'd been struck by the shrapnel from one of his own rockets, and after he'd been put through hours of invasive, horrifying surgery, and after they'd hooked him up to a car battery to save his life only to torture him and nearly end it later, and after he'd seen the massive storage they'd had of Stark Industry weapons - he'd realized that he had supplied the enemy with a means to kill the people he was trying to protect.\nAnd after the sweat, and the blood, and the anger, and watching as Yinsin - the man who had kept him alive - died an agonizing death in front of him, he'd realized that he'd had it all wrong.\nHe was the enemy.\nIt was Stark Industries, it was all of the munition and arms dealers, all the people who had built lives around finding new ways to kill eachother, new ways to torture and mutilate and horrify eachother, to force others to submit or be terrorized. It was Stark Industries that had a hand in killing Yinsen's family and destroying his village, and countless others before it, and it had been his lack of focus, his innattentiveness that had allowed Obidiah the opportunity to work behind his back, to sell to people who wanted the weapons solely for the purpose of killing, not to defend anything.\nBut he wasn't even sure there was a difference anymore.\nSo he'd done the only thing he could think of, and he'd shut down the weapons factory of Stark Industries, and he'd turned his attention to other aspects of the business: renewable energy and medical technology.\nAfter his time in Afghanistan, Tony had changed - he refused to think of it in terms of 'soul-searching' or a 'life lesson'. He'd just - changed. Of course, this was the sort of change that he couldn't come back from, not with a miniature arc reactor buried in his chest. He still never went to the award shows that were held in his honour, which was no real change, but he'd even stopped attending the parties, stopped showing his face at casinos, he'd even stopped bringing women home with him - after all, it was difficult to explain why his chest was capable of lighting up the room.\nHe was a freak now.\nAnd, presently, a very drunk freak.\nAfter Obidiah had left the picture, and he'd stopped producing weapons, Tony had found he would lay awake at night; some nights he would think about how he could improve medical technology, and other nights he could only think about all the people he had killed with his ignorance. How many innocent people had died because of Stark Industries? How many people would he have killed in the future if he'd kept the war machine rolling?\nAnd some nights, when he was lucid enough, he would think about Pepper. He wasn't sure why, but he told himself it was guilt, the knowledge that, if Obidiah had it his way, she would be dead. In fact, if Obidiah had it his way, he would have killed Pepper right in front of him, because he knew what it would have done. She could have died, and it would have been because of him - because she had tried to help him. Because he'd convinced her not to leave him. Not that Pepper waswithhim, exactly, but - he'd never been without her, not since he could remember.\nThat night, he had laid in bed for hours, unable to sleep, scratching irritably at the metal piping that fit closely to the skin on his chest; when the clock hit the very early hours, he rose and went to his workshop where he stayed well into the morning. Bare foot and dressed in loose slacks and a gray t-shirt, Tony's hands were strong and sure even while the whiskey made the rest of him unsteady."
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"value": "Pepper Potts was a woman of many talents. She was intelligent and articulate, she could answer calls and e-mails practically at the speed of light, her personal appearance was never short of impeccable, and she had the unique ability of being able to call Tony Stark on his bullshit.\nAs patient and level-headed as she was, even Pepper got a little frustrated and stressed at times. She had been dealing with the overwhelming amount of press they had been bombarded with since Tony outed himself as Ironman, and all the added publicity, on top of everything else she was responsible for, was really starting to wear on her.\nLike Tony, she barely slept, and when she did, it wasn't restful. She usually spent her nights tossing and turning, then getting out of bed and answering e-mails in the dark downstairs, falling asleep on the couch around four, and waking up like clockwork at seven.\nIt had been even worse when Tony was gone there wasn't a night when she didn't dream of every possible horrifying situation he could have been in. She would wake up shaken and alone. Pepper hadn't been lying when she admitted that Tony was all she had. The only people who could be called her 'friends' were Rhodes and some of her associates. She didn't have a boyfriend God, she hadn't even been on a date in five years. Men didn't jump at the opportunity to date a woman who was so involved with Tony Stark, infamous billionaire womanizer.\nBut Tony returned to her, changed but the same all at once, willing to risk his life for hers. She'd never forget that night, him screaming at her to blow the reactor and stop Obidiah even though it might take his own life. She'd thought he was dead, then, too but again, he returned to her. Tony Stark was becoming a lot more reliable. Well. In some ways. She still couldn't get him to attend the balls or galas or fund raisers that were held in his honor, or organized for some of his charities. But perhaps it was best to keep a rather low profile if that was possible for Tony Stark because Pepper would rather not deal with even more PR, and it seemed that now that Tony had revealed himself as a 'superhero' there were audacious rumors of a romance between he and his long-time assistant. People would stop at nothing for a story, would they? There was quite clearly nothing but platonic affection between them (at least thats what Pepper told herself and others), but still. Soon they might start making up a nickname for them, a laBrangelina.\nPepperoni.Oh, good God...\nGood morning, Miss Potts, Jarvis greeted her as she walked into the kitchen.\nOperating on three hours of sleep, Pepper was startled by the cool mechanical voice. Good morning Jarvis, she recovered quickly.\nMr. Stark is in his workshop, Jarvis informed her, as always.\nIndeed, Pepper said absentmindedly as she thumbed through the mail. Funny, how Ironman still got mail like everybody else.\nOh, and he's drunk, Jarvis added.\nPepper sighed, setting the mail on the counter to be accounted for later. Fabulous.\nMiss Potts, it is my suggestion that you check on him, Jarvis said. I believe he's made several advances toward the suit already, but tripped and relented each time. But he may just make it next time.\nThat would be the last thing we need, Pepper muttered, imagining an intoxicated Tony Stark, with only half the suit on and a bottle in hand, trying to take flight and landing on the expressway, or worse, in the ocean. Pepper, caught between amusement and anxiety at the imagery, grabbed a bottled water from the fridge (the fancy, expensive type that was supposed to be Brazilian rainwater, or something) and walked toward the spiral staircase that led to Tony's sanctuary. Put the coffee on, please, thank you Jarvis, she said as she descended the staircase, black Prada heels clicking.\nPepper stopped in front of the glass door she could see Tony from here, stooped over and tinkering with some device, and nowhere near the dangerous Ironman suit, thank god. She smoothed the front of her black pencil skirt, which was paired with a matching blazer and cream blouse. As always, her planner and her Blackberry were tucked under her arm. Her ginger hair was down, in soft curls. Professional, yet feminine. Pepper liked to think she had perfected the look.\nWithout further ado, Pepper typed in her password and opened the workshop door. Good morning, Mr. Stark, she said as she approached him. She could already tell that he was wasted. It was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. It gave Pepper a secret, rather sadistic thrill knowing that Tony could hardly function without her. It felt good to be needed, and the truth was, she needed Tony just as much.\nShe stopped at his side and set the water bottle on his table. You might want to drink this. Can I get you anything to eat? Pepper didn't really wait for an answer before pulling out the planner and opening it, thus beginning her daily debriefing. Perhaps drunk Tony would be easier to reason with or coerce. Probably not. You've been approached by MTV with another reality show deal... again, I politely declined on your behalf, she said. She could see it now: 16 beautiful ladies fight for Ironman's heart but only one will be his Wonder Woman. Pepper almost gagged.\nThe benefit you promised to attend for the Vivienne Lehr Foundation is Tuesday night two days from now. Its for children with leukemia, so showing up sober might be a good idea, but thats only my suggestion, Pepper said with a hint of a smile.\nOh, andBruce Wayne'speople called to invite you to a fund raiser he's hosting in Gotham City. Apparently, somebody blew up a hospital... I told them you would get in touch, but that you most likely had other priorities, in which case you would still love to make a donation, Pepper told him, aware that the drunken man probably wasn't going to retain any of this, but at least she could say that he had told him when he tried to come up with an excuse not to go to the benefit in two days. A little fresh air might do him good, anyway. Pepper still didn't like the thought of Tony practically living in his workshop, and when he wasn't, fighting terrorists as Ironman."
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"value": "Tony eyed the bottle of water as though it might explode, though this may have just been because he was having trouble focusing on anything specific; he never did the shopping and as far as he was concerned there was no excuse for putting a fancy label on something he could get directly out of the tap in his kitchen. His eyes shifted up to Pepper then when he realized she was talking, and he was at once struck by the sight of her, and by the fact she was hurling so much information at him that it made his head spin. For a guy who could remember countless mathematical equations and chemical structures, Tony had a terrible time remembering anything regarding social matters - most of the time it seemed that it went in one ear, hung around for all of ten seconds, and then went right out the other.\n\"Wow,\" Tony said finally, \"That was, uh,\"\nIt was pretty clear that he was clueless as to what she had just said, and the way he was leaning on the table for support indicated that he was still very, very drunk.\n\"You look nice.\" he said finally, trying a different tactic to try and deflect the attention from his clear state of inebriation, and he was silent for a long moment, closing his eyes, his brain struggling to backtrack, \"Wait, Gotham? Aren't they - weren't they, uh, having some sort ofclown problem?\"\nVery occasionally the ridiculousness of his own life struck him as funny, but Batman's was even funnier to him; Gotham was littered with the most outlandish criminals, the most recent of which was a guy who dressed as a clown and cut people's faces - it made him wonder what would happen next in Gotham city.\nHe'd never gone there before.\nNot as Ironman, anyways - maybe it was something to think about; maybe he could clear out some of the criminals that Batman's particularmoralswouldn't let him touch. After all, Ironman didn't have an issue with shooting bad guys, in fact, he was pretty eager to do so - it was so nice and efficient. For Batman, the rule was never to sacrifice ethics to stop someone, for Ironman, it was to stop the bad guy with any means neccessary; they had similar goals, but Tony's meant he would always come out of it in one piece."
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"value": "Thanks, Pepper said with a roll of her eyes. Of course You look nice would be Tonys only response to everything shed said. He wasnt exactly in a state to hold a proper conversation. That didnt stop him from inquiring about Gotham, though.\nThats what I hear, she replied. Actually, thats what everyone hears. You obviously make no use of the T.V. you keep down here. Or did you accidentally destroy it? She craned her neck and peered across the room, but the television was in its usual place. Their clown problem is the reason Bruce Wayne is hosting the charity. A psychotic clown blew up Gotham General. She grimaced. What was the world coming to? Here she was, discussing mass-murdering circus freaks that rigged hospitals for fun. It didnt help that the person she was talking to was Ironman.\nFor all its rich, shallow and over-tanned residents, at the moment, Malibu seemed like a haven compared to Gotham. Malibu didnt have any murderous clowns running around, or any...supervillains in general. Not that Pepper knew of, anyway.\nPepper closed her planner, and set it, along with her Blackberry, on the table temporarily. Then she grabbed the bottled water, twisted the cap open for him, and set it back down with a pointed stare the sort of look that was uniquely Pepper and saidYoure an idiot, without her actually having to say it. Hewas an idiot, though. For being drunk at eight in the morning, among other things.\nYoure an idiot, Pepper said, figuring that she might as well. Have you eaten anything at all? Or are you drinking on an empty stomach? She could probably guess the answer to that one. What do you do down here? She paused, then clarified: What could you possibly get done when youre this drunk? Pepper glanced at the table, with all its random mechanisms, the light, the magnifier, the tools, and had to admit to herself that he was obviously gettingsomething done whatever that was. She didnt retract her question, though. Instead, she placed her hand on Tonys back, an awkward (it didnt matter how long theyd known each other, it was always a little) yet genuine peace offering. It was intended to be comforting. He was an idiot sometimes, yeah, and occasionally he was wasted at eight a.m., sure, but who wasnt? (Well, the idiot part, not the drunk part.) Pepper took the good with the bad and everything with a grain of salt.\nI wish you wouldnt drink so much, she said quietly, sincerely. To avoid an uncomfortable, tender moment, Pepper recovered by adding, I mean, theres got to be some weird little kid out there who looks up to you. What are you teaching him? That little half-smile was back as she looked down at Tony, her hand still on his back. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his t-shirt, and maybe because of that, couldnt bring herself to lift her hand. Just say no to drugs, Tony. Maybe Ironman should become the mascot forD.A.R.E."
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"value": "'Mom wasn't all that creative with names', Ginger thought while leaning her back against the trunk of some fallen timber. 'It could have been worse, I suppose. The woman could have named me something more absurd like Red or Scarlett. Ginger isn't that bad of a name. After all it's a spice, right? I think it is. Could be something else. I wonder if Earth had any flowers called that? Cinnamon might have been an interesting name. I could really go for cinnamon rolls.'\nThis was just one of the few thoughts racing through the dark haired girl's mind while holding a hand over a large gash in her side. Nothing too deadly. Not if she could find a medi-pack and soon, but it wasn't looking that way. It was just as well. Not like she had many prospects waiting for her back at the colony. No husband, no children. She was a lone woman without any ties and only a fragile reason to hang on. This was just as well. Life in the colony hadn't been fun and games. It was a hard living and Ginger was getting tired of it. A lot of work with very little pay off except the knowledge that their research might preserve some hope for the continuation of mankind. That's all that mattered, right? Her father seemed to think so or he wouldn't have brought his young daughter here. Not that she was a kid anymore. No, Ginger Wallace was a twenty-seven year old woman with a substantial build. Not that she was huge, but this woman definitely held onto her old Scottish roots.\nAnd here she was whimpering over something her father would call a flesh wound. Peeling her hand back from the gash, she hissed in pain. It stung like hell and hurt like a bitch. The man was absolutely inhuman when he had been alive. She only hoped that he was annoying his Maker with all the things he used to tell her. 'Pick yourself up, girl. You're a Wallace! Show some spirit.' There wasn't much along a nurturing side to him. Not after his wife passed away. Smiling softly, she thought of him finally being with her mother. That was a happy thought. The two of them together. As harsh as her father could be... he always had a weakness for his dainty blonde wife. Not that Ginger remembered much about her mother. Just that sweet smile and hair like clouds. It always smelled like... smelled like... god, she couldn't remember. And as Ginger allowed these thoughts to play out, she felt hot tears spilling down her cheeks.\n\"Show some spirit\", she said through gritted teeth. Her parents deserved better then a whiny kid of a daughter. No, she needed to get up and get moving. It was the only way.\nStanding at last... she picked up her Remington and machete. Even if they were finally exploring other planets, humans remained remarkably low tech when it came to weapons. Not that people like her needed much more then this. The blade was used to cut through thick flora while she used the shotgun to scare off hostiles. Usually that did the trick. Not this time. They had gotten close enough to rip a hole into the woman's side and her Kevlar top. Great for stopping bullets, but not so terrific against claws. If only her father had shared that much information with the grunting Ginger. Wiping a hand through her dark red-brown hair, she sighed. Then again... her father didn't know much about these bastard sons of Earth tigers and elephants. Not that they were actually that. Just they were the closest she could think of to describe them.\nThe beasts were huge, but hardly the most dangerous thing on the planet. While they could tear through a mining station in little time... they were dumb beasts and easy to predict. It was just a spot of bad luck that this particular critter had gotten the drop on her. The more dangerous creatures were the intelligent type. They thought out their attack plans and it was a real chore dealing with some of them. Half the time, Ginger tried her hardest to avoid packs of such beasties.\nAfter a while, she felt that the pain wasn't so bad. It was starting to dissipate just enough for her to tread the land a little longer. It would be hours before Ginger reached the next station, but damn if she was going to let herself die this far from home.\n\"How's this for spirit, old man?\" She snickered softly.\nThings would be great if she could just cut a clear path to the station, but things rarely went the way you want them to. She should have known that fate had something else in mind for her. Something along the lines of a small scouting party of those same beasties she spoke about. The smart ones that knew how to track and plan. Not much bigger then your small ponies, but still a pain. If only she knew the exact word for these devils. Xeno seemed to fit them fine. Then again... Xeno fit just about anything that was alien to humans."
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"value": "This world was deadly. Infested with apex predators and covered with hostile enviroments, little else was needed to require the stamp of \"uninhabitable planet\". The colonists didn't need another top predator to make their lives more harsh then what it needs to be, but these people had little choice then to tolerate what was comming their way. The settlers might have the ambition to tame this world, and make it their own... But there was in all honesty only one master of this planet, and there could only be the toughest predator of them all who could rightfully make this planet his. As it is as of now, there where two outher wordly races on this hellish world.\nAnd predators rarely liked competition.\nHe stalked her for two days. At first, he ha the ambition to study her and determine if she would be a worthy trophy. She did qualify for it, but he had strict conditions to meet before he hunted. The female was skilled, but, she was injured. Tradition dictated that he could not take someone else's kill, or have an unfair advantage. She was stumbling under the canopy, and decided he could not have his death on his...Conscience. Instead, he decided to observe her. She was interesting, that was enough to justify his actions. He had a good season as of yet, and there where no laws stating that he couldn't follow a potential trophy out of pure fascination... And a bit of admiration. Having seen the crude ballistic weaponry employed by most humans, he did not think of the humans to be less brave them his kind. He did not share the ideal that the weapons defined a Hunter. It is the ambition and skill of the Hunter that defines him. In this case, it is what definesher. She braved the hars nature, and fought the monsters that lived in it and came out victorious. He could only admire her bravery, facing such beasts when she was a member of the physically weak and generally cowardly 'oomans. His cloaking device hid him, and he continued to stalk her. He was convinced that if anything, she would give him a lasting memmory, a testiment to the bravery and skill of her kind. \"Show...\" His recorder snapped up a sentence that she uttered in her determination to endure her injury. \"Show some spirit. Show. Some. Spirit.Show some spirit.\" It began as a pure copy that transformed soon into a macabre transformation of her words, now replacing her femenine tone with a gruesome tone of his own."
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"value": "It was funny, but Ginger could have sworn she heard those exact words echoed on the wind. 'Show some spirit.' The rough voice of her father seemed to taunt her from above. Either that or she was starting to lose her mind. Blood loss could do that, but she didn't think enough had been depleted to cause such delusions. In fact, Ginger felt she had enough steam to trudge onward and make it to that service station or whatever. God, she could barely keep her thoughts together. Just a little longer and she could enjoy a cup of coffee while the doctor had a look at the ragged hole in her side. It wouldn't be the first time she came back like this nor would it be the last. She half wondered if Dr. Marlo would there today. He usually traveled between the different ports set up by the colonies since there were so few surgeons like himself. Hell, he was practically the only one. Or the only one she liked. He was kind of handsome in a sawbones way.\n'Damn, I need to focus', she thought. 'Can't let myself become too distracted or...'\nThere was a definite crunch of foliage to Ginger's left. Halting in her process, she allowed her brown eyes to drift slightly in search of the reason. So far, she saw nothing, but that didn't mean anything to her. Those critters were dangerous enough when one was healthy. Her bleeding had stopped an hour before. Still, she smelled of it and... there it was again! Gritting her teeth, she gently palmed her Remington while taking a step forward. One, two... something was following her. She could hear the dried leaves crunching under a greater weight. So close that she could also smell it. Warm fur and foul intentions. And then it started to move off to the side. Ginger didn't relax exactly, but she became visibly quieter as she started walking again.\n'Never trust a beast', she thought. 'It may have found something more interesting then me to track or it's waiting for the right moment'.\nWell, Ginger had it half right. It did find something more interesting, but it wasn't waiting for the right moment. Instead, it followed a different signature then the woman. Something was drawing it past the bushes and trees until the faint scent oil and musk hit it's delicate senses. Much different from the female. It couldn't see what and that confused the beast. Closing its eyes, the creature breathed deeply and flicked its tongue outward. Something was there. Hidden from its vision. With a low cough like sound, the beast called to it's brethren."
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"value": "The Hunter crouched low on the thick brance that he was resting on. His large arms rested on his knees as he idly observed the woman at the moment. He gave the local fauna credit for their remarkable stealth... But he was better. He saw them a long time before they came even closer, and he stared right back at them as the lithe animal on the ground sniffed the air in confusion. The red, orange and white heat signature inside his enclosing helmet and distorted sounds gave him everything he needed. He was relieve however when he saw that the beast scowled and growled loudly as their eyes met.He was spotted.The Hunter felt that now he had a legitimate reason to get involved in this. If the predator had focused on the injured woman, he could not interfer. Do not interupt a Hunt. That goes both ways.\nNow, however, he would. His left hand reached from the massive tree trunk and his hand crunched the bark loudly. He skid down, jumping to branch to branch, and a loud thumping noise was created behind the woman. He was making his way down...\nA rumbling gurgling growl emminated from some invisible spot up in the trees that sofar, only the locals knew anything about. Previously mentioned predators where antsy about this. Their eyes did not see what they where facing, but they could scent it and 'see' it at the same time. They saw the heat of this strange creature. Two of the dark striped feline-esque creatures snarled and spread out. They would not stand by and face some unknown creature, predator or prey, without facing it as such. They woman seemed to be out of harms way... For now."
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"value": "\"Just what in God's good name is going on...\", Ginger thought outloud as the ground practically shook with movement. Something was going down and causing such a racket that the female part of her brain virtually screamed for a retreat. For a moment, she nearly moved away with the thought that this was her chance to put some distance between herself and those beasts.\n'Show some backbone, girl!', she stopped dead in her tracks. Fucking phantom of her father haunted her every thought and just wouldn't let her leave this place without first taking a gander at the ruckus. If only to make sure it wasn't another colonist like herself getting into a bad spot. On a world like this... they had to take care of their own. Even at the cost of their own lives. It was practically law around here.\nLicking her lips, she moved back into the canopy with every intention of retracing her steps through the woods. It was only when the sound of growling and snapping grew louder that Ginger broke away from her path only to move behind the pack of carnivores. They definitely had something in their sight, but even she couldn't figure it out. Had the creatures lost their minds? They were practically snapping at each other in frustration before leveling their gazes upon something unseen. Yet, she felt a kind of electrical charge in the air. Something was there. Every instinct started shouting warnings even as the first beast aligned himself to leap at the seemingly empty spot."
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"value": "The Hunter remained invisible. Had he met any other prey, then he would have de-activated his cloaking device, but these predators where only slightly hampered by his technology. This made it more interesting. Taking advantage of the weakness of a top predator, and see how they fare without their greatest asset. Fighting and winning without using your best tools was something to respect in his society. After a few seconds of breaking branches and with a crashing descent, his feet made impact with the ground. The predators didn't hesitate, and they attacked. From all sides.\nThe woman could see that the beasts charged at each other, but, there was something that stirred up the fallen leaves. It flickered like a mirage on a hot day, distorting to view... But this was in the shape of a man. Not a man. it was a ghost. The large catlike thing was lifted up with a fierce grab at its chest, and was lifted up. It snarled and franticly dashed with its clawed paws infront of it. Luminescent green wounds erupted from the thin air and an inhumane snarling roar shook the jungle. A loud snap later, and the cat's head was snapped at an unatural angle, and was discarded like a boring toy. The bulk crashed against the nearest tree so fiercly, that the lithe and long body almost snaked around the trunk.\nThe Hunter changed his footing to meet the others. He ignored the woman for now, anticipating that she would not interfere. His massive legs stiffened as he spun on his heels, and he leaned forward towards his two last opponents in a defiant stand against what this planet had to throw at him. Then, a shrill and metallic sound struck out, and a pair of sick blades sprung from the right wrist of this ghost. They gleamed like silver, and the Hunter would feed his blades with the blood of his prey items."
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"value": "The funny thing about humans is that they rarely do what a Hish expected. Not that many ever learned this lesson. They were merely soft meats after all, right? With no visible claws or teeth to defend themselves with. Oomans had to use their intelligence to create weapons to protect what could be considered a pathetic creature. Ginger wouldn't prove to be any different. From one moment to the next, she moved on pure instinct. It didn't matter that she couldn't get a clear view of the felines opponent. In fact, she was pretty sure this would be the last stand for her. Hell, her mind was already slipping, right? All those sounds and that splatter of phosphor blood hitting the massive trunks around them. She had to be going insane from infection or fever.\nLining up her shot, she aimed for one of the larger cats and almost smirked as the gun rocked in her grasp. The slug managed to hit one of the oncoming creatures and knocked it to the ground, but it did little deter the animal from not attacking again. Damn, she hated moving targets. Never was good at them. Biting her lip, she watched the massive creature pick itself up off the ground and level her with a glaring stare. It's lips pulled back from deadly fangs before darting across the fray straight at her. Cocking her weapon again, she stood absolutely still and held her breath as it's pounding paws brought it closer and closer to her. Another shot rang out, but this time with more success. The beast fell back with half it's skull missing and it's tongue lolling out in a morbid display.\nShe stepped over the corpse started loading her Remington as another creature took notice of her. With a shriek of rage, she was caught off guard and her gun knocked out of her grasp. On the ground, Ginger struggled with the muscular form above her, her arms nestled under it's snapping jaws while she reached for the blade strapped to her leg. Usually she wouldn't resort to this particular thing, but desperate measures. It was too large to be nimble and more useful at cutting through vegetation, but for now, she used it to slice the animal's throat open while trying to keep it from chewing her up too badly. Those claws were no picnic either, but the thing was more interested in ripping off her face then tearing into her torso.\n'Must've been it's mate', she thought with a bark of mad laughter."
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"value": "The Hunter felt very much interrupted wehn the 'ooman joined the fight. He swung his body fast when his 'last' prety ran past him and pounched the newcommer. As the feline was snarling and snapping at her face, there was a loud thud, a sound of cracking ribs and the predator's howling wail. The invisible fighter kicked the side of the beast and it flew several yards away, rolling on the ground in extreme pain. It grimached constantly without a break at the pain. Judging form the limpness of it's hindlegs, it could have a broken spine. The Hunter ended up standing above the woman, his left side facing her. He took a short moment to look at her. From what he knews about the beauty ideals of ooman society, she was a keeper. The odd thought that he agreed entered his mind, but was just as quickly replaced when he felt a hard impact at his back. A 4th, previously unnoticed predator pounched the Hunter and forced him onto his stomach.\nThe feline was ferocious. It raked his back, which was thankfully mostly protected, but the sick tearing of flesh was hear when it hit a vunerable spot. Alien blood gushed and ran down his flutteringly invisible arms. He let out a deep bellowing roar, but got the wind knocked out of him and the sound of metal grinding against dirt echoed inside of his helmet."
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"value": "Still laughing, she managed to slide the sharp edge across the animal's throat just as her companion kicked the beast. Blood bloomed from the wound and splattered her face in a warm gush. Peering up at the hazy figure, she still couldn't understand what the hell was going on. It had to be infection. There was someone above her, she could feel it. Hell, she almost felt the weight of his gaze settling upon her before the final beast took him by surprise. Without even thinking, she flipped onto her knees and lunged at the animal, her body straddling it like some morbid steed while fitting her machete under it's chin. What had they called this kind of attack? Some sort of bow-tie. Damn, her father had loved using old phrases like that, but this was neither here or now. Jerking her blade upward, she felt the body twist under her own before it finally gave up the fight.\nGinger rolled off the limp body and laid next to her comrade. That's what they call each other after a fight, right? Both on the same side. Still, she could feel darkness narrowing her vision. 'Show some spirit, girl', growled a voice from the past. Fighting off her exhaustion, she tried flipping onto her side, her eyes slightly out of focus as she reached for the other figure. Madness. Maybe none of this was real. She still couldn't make out his form, but she could tell it was there. All that warmth and taste of heavy musk. She reached out and placed a hand upon what should have been a shoulder, but could have been his back.\nAll this time... Ginger dismissed the idea that this wasn't a human. Her mind just wouldn't accept the possibility that this could be something else. Something completely different from herself. No matter what sounds were made during the battle, she merely chalked it up to the cats. All those growls and hisses, shrieks and bellows. Inhuman sounds. The rest she figured was a delusion brought on by infection. She had been wounded and lord only knew what kind of alien illnesses inhabited this planet. Although, Ginger was finding it hard to ignore the strange green fluid leaking from him.\n\"You... okay?\", she managed to pant."
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"value": "While Rinoa would never have admitted this to anyone, she was no stranger to... well, sexy dreams. The sheer amount of sexual tension that had been building up among her friends while they journeyed to save the world was nothing short of astounding-- but she'd always been the odd one out when it came to the SeeDs, and she wasn't -really- surprised when she found out who Squall's heart really belonged to. She didn't blame him, really; the other woman had been there when she couldn't be, and that went a long way to settling those questions.\nNo, she was no stranger to those sorts dreams. But they had never been so... vivid. So extensive. And so... well, so thorough. As she started to wake, shifting slightly as she curled out from the fetal position, one of the first things she became aware of was the lingering dampness between her legs. The second thing she became aware of was that she was unusually sore-- sore in ways that she hadn't felt since the war against Ultimecia, ways that usually had to be mended with healing magic. And then there was the crisp seawater tang in the air, reminding her of the time she'd spent at Fisherman's Horizon some months back--\nWait. She hadn't been near the sea for weeks now. Why was she smelling the ocean?\nA shock of fear rose up her spine, waking her fully, but Rinoa gulped her fear down, trying to stay calm for a bit longer and took in her surroundings. She was in a ratty hotel room-- the sort that the Forest Owls had moved between so long ago when the only concern in her world was freeing Timber. She was still dressed in her traveling clothes, though they were wrinkled and a little stinky. She had no idea how she'd gotten here, and she had no idea who had put her here, and... oh, she hoped this wasn't why she had had so many dreams...\nInstinctively, she closed her eyes and let her heart search out for the Guardian Forces that had come with her, willing them to Junction with her and arm her... but there was nothing. Siren and Carbuncle's presences just weren't there. The cold knot in her stomach tightened, threatening to send her into a panic, but just as she started to give in she felt... something else. Another Guardian Force, but... older. Stronger. Primeval. Just the sensation of it in the back of her head was enough to send a chill up her spine, and this unknown force was with her, bound to her, or maybe she to it.\nWell, whatever it was, it was the only clue she had. Rinoa took a deep breath and reached out to the presence lurking within her, calling it forth to the material world..."
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"value": "One would question, what is it like to live as a Guardian Force? What do they do while theyre not being summoned and protecting those they were junctioned to? Do they have little house somewhere, with little book cases where they keep their reading materials? The answer, like one would suspect, is no. Guardian forces are simply creatures who exist in the minds of those they are junctioned to. And as such, when they arent in the material world, they wander in the minds of their hosts. They see their memories, their past, and sometimes they even stumble across hidden desires or other deep rooted psyches.\nHe, is a guardian force. One who existed long before others. He came from a time when names arent needed, and ever since that time, he did what he was supposed to do. He guarded. He was the sentinel who pushed back the darkness encroaching on the land of men. Now people would tell him that he is a guardian force, yet in those times, people would tell him he is a guardian god. He took pride in such claims, yet he knows he isnt a god. He is one who wields strength, and would often use it to protect, yet he is no saint either. He has fallen to desire and worldly lust, just like the humans he protects, but he never considered it to be a bad thing.\nHe flits from one part of her memory, those of her childhood, of innocent times, to a time where a golden haired man would take her in bed. The guardian scoffed at the mans puny effort to please her. He is simply a mere man, and could not compare to the ways the guardian ravaged her. Just as he enjoyed watching her memories of the endless nights she rode him, a mental ping appeared. Apparently the girl in question is summoning him, and he obeyed.\nHis form, naked save the loincloth and the ceremonial armbands around his powerfull arms, materialized before her. His hair, long and wild, like an untamed forest, smells just like the leaves of a woodland grove. Landing softly on the bed, he knelt in front of her, face mere inches away from hers. His canines are long and flawless white.\n\"Another round?\" He asked with his deep growling voice."
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"value": "Rinoa's voice stuck in her throat as the Guardian Force made itself manifest in front of her. Her hands twisted in the sheets as he came down to her level-- her sitting on the bed, him kneeling before her-- and as his scent washed over her, it stirred a strange longing within her body. A familiar, wantful ache that only tightened her grip on her sheets.. He (\"it,\" she reminded herself desperately-- Guardian Forces didn't have genders, did they?) was... gorgeous was not the right word. Gorgeous implied something human, or sculpted, and though this body was muscular, powerful, and ruggedly handsome, there was something... not quite human about the way he was looking at her.\nWhat frightened her more was that something about the hunger in his voice was also very familiar. \"An... another what?\" Rinoa mumbled as she shrank back from him, eyes wide with a mixture of fear, and dawning, gnawing memory. \"I... I just wanted to find out what was going on,\" she said, her own voice trembling. \"Who -are- you? Why am I here?\""
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"value": "\"Another round..Of mating.\" Came the blunt reply. Banter and modesty were beyond him. He gently pushed her back to the bed, climbing over her, moving in ways not natural for someone built so heavily. He was like a big cat, power and grace combining in his movements. \"We have been mating everyday for seven nights now..Perhaps you are in heat.\" Again, he said matter of factly. \"Did you not come to this lodge because you hunger for more of what we did?\" He hovered slightly above her, his godlike body in plain view and within her reach. The strength in his muscles were easy to see. He could probably rip a man apart with his bare hands, but those same hands are the ones that have carressed and pleasured her for many days now.\n\"We are resting in this..Horizon of fisherman, do you not remember?\" His voice showed a hint of concern. Despite the danger and predatory sense he is emmiting, he is, in fact, her guardian."
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"value": "She began to say something protest as his hand came down on her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed, but lost the words as he settled over her. The bed was old; she could feel the springs sagging unevenly beneath their weight the way old mattresses always sagged, and his touch was nothing short of electric. Frightening, but electric, and that much more familiar. Those dreams she'd thought she'd had were beginning to look a lot less like dreams to her mind's eye, and more like plain old memories...\n\"N-no,\" Rinoa responded quickly, eventually finding her tongue again. Gingerly, she reached out to him as he floated above her and lightly touched his chest-- she was having trouble thinking of him as a spirit, now, he so very definitely had a gender-- and gulped nervously. \"I mean, I think I might remember... you know,\" she added evasively, glancing away. \"But I don't remember getting here, or meeting you, or how we met, or...\"\nShe suddenly flushed a deep scarlet. \"Did we really... have sex, every night for a week?\" Rinoa asked meekly."
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"value": "Like a confused child, the guardian tilted his head to the side and frowned. His weight didnt shift at all, staying on top of her as his hard chest rubbed her palm. \"Yes. Every night..\" The guardian then broke into a mischievous smile, the first time today that he showed some sort of wit and emotion. \"All night long...\"His hand slides down her sides like a hunter traverses a well known path in search of his prey. \"And sometimes..during the day..\" She can feel him grip the sides of her pants, and suddenly sliding them off by pulling them upwards, leaving her shapely legs pointing upwards. \"And the afternoon..\" He continued, the hunger in his voice becoming more and more apparent. \"And sometimes...\" His voice trailed as he pressed his tongue on the skin behind her knee and licked upwards to her heel. \"We would...how did you put it?\"\nTwo iron grip held her ankles in place, it was apparent his physical might was unearthly, fitting for a guardian force, but the sentience of his action, the way he seemed to have a will of his own, that she cant control is very much uncharacteristic of a guardian force, as they were supposed to be completely obedient. \"Ah yes...Fuck all day..\" He finished by spreading her legs apart widely, giving her a good view of his body, and more importantly, the giant inhuman bulge in his loincloth. It was easily twice the size of her previous partner, and it seems like it can break her in half in the most pleasurable ways imaginable."
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"value": "Rinoa shivered as his tongue traced the curves of her calf, squirming in his grip against the bedsheets. She'd been so caught up in watching that fathomless, hungry gaze of his that she'd not even realized he was undressing her until she felt the air against her nethers, still slick with her own wetness-- not just from her dreams but from renewed want. Her mind was going a million miles a minute, and it was hard to focus on anything but the powerful presence before her-- and, with her legs split in the air before him, primed to take him inside her, her gaze fell down to the loincloth he was wearing and the massive manhood it scarcely concealed.\n\"N-no,\" she gasped, shaking her head to clear it against the fog of lust that was beginning to shroud her mind, struggling in vain against the iron in his grip. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, fear, and a familiar, aching desire. \"We shouldn't,\" she added, trying to be fervent and iron-willed about the whole thing-- a sentiment undermined by the terrible vulnerability of her position, the depth of his power, and the fact that a part of her very much wanted him inside her. \"I don't know what you think we did, but I'm not that kind of girl...\"\nWith every word, she sounded much less sure of that fact."
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"value": "Her defiance amused him, and in a quick burst of speed, he devoured her lips, pushing his large tongue inside her mouth, invading it thoroughly. He kissed her like an animal, but he tastes like fresh spring water. Her ankle still in his vise like grip, bent backwards, almost level with her head as the guardian agresively rubbed his clothed cock on her soaking nether regions, promising her an experience that will stretch her to her utmost limits of endurance and flexibility. He continued his assault on her lips, joining his mountain breeze like breath with her hot human one.\nWhen he pulled back slightly, a strand of saliva can be seen trailing from his lips to hers. \"I have no problem taking you by force..\" He growled as his now naked cock falls upon her stomach, showing her how deep it will penetrate her should they have sex. \"But perhaps you prefer to enjoy it as well?\" He said motioning for her to touch his rod with her small hands. It looks like they cant even wrap around it fully, as the cock was as thick as a womans wrist."
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"value": "The panic that had been building in the back of her head threatened to scream as he leaned in over her, stifling anything she might have said with weight and lips and more. Rinoa's eyes widened briefly as his tongue invaded her mouth-- but he tasted like the outdoors, like purity, something older than she could imagine, and what was left of her protest was sundered. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked back on his tongue, drinking his presence into her, letting go of the fears that had so recently knotted her insides together. A third presence-- his hands on her ankles, bending her over backwards, his lips and tongue in her mouth, and suddenly the unmistakable sensation of that massive cock rubbing against her lower lips-- took her breath away in a wanton, moan. Her back arched sharply, pressing against him with what little leverage her awkward position could manage, until he pulled away.\nWhen her eyes fluttered open again, there was a distant, almost dazed but paying rapt attention to his words. Rinoa licked absently at her lips, catching her breath as she dabbed the strand of spittle into her mouth with her tongue, and looked down to her stomach where his cock now rested as the slap of skin on skin reaches her ears. Wordlessly, she shifted as best she could and wove her arms downwards, reaching gingerly, hesitantly, for his manhood, only half-remembering what she's supposed to do with something that large-- but the memory of her dream catches up with her. Guided by half-remembered memory, she places both of her small hands at the base of the shaft and slowly stroking upwards, circling it between both hands and caressing upwards, lingering beneath the head of the rod. \"Was-- was it always this big?\" she murmured anxiously, mostly to herself."
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"value": "\"You made it bigger once..by putting it in your mouth.\" He told her. The guardian purred at her touches. She may act like an innocent girl, but her hands are truly talented. He howled suddenly, rubbing his massive cockhead on her cunt, using her hands to stabilize it and keep the long rod in position. When he thrusted inside her, he caused friction to both her palm and her cunt, which he spreads wide with the thick shaft. His thrusting lacked technique, subtlety and refinement, but his thickness, intensity and obvious hunger for her body made up for it. His powerfull abdominals squeezed and squirmed as his hips moved back and forth, his flexing muscles a marvelous sight of masculinity, a treat for any womans eyes.\nHis stamina clearly was also inhuman. It took the better part of an hour before he actually lets out a groan. His cock and hips relentlessly pounded the lythe human girl without mercy, trying to overwhelm her with the extended bouts of fucking. \"Nnngh!..You feel...so wonderfull..\" He whispered."
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"value": "Rinoa had tensed up at his howl, shrinking back instinctively-- the noise cut through the sensual haze, touching that part of her that was afraid of him-- but then hesplit her open, pushing himself inside her. She cried out in pain as her pussy stretched agonizingly to accommodate the inhuman girth of his cock. He thrust inside her again; she whimpered out in fear as she felt her insides pushed apart, feeling every distinct contour and curve of his cock-- and as he thrust inside her again, there was a second sudden swell of sensation, mingling with the wake of the first, and mind-numbing in its intensity.\nA thought crossed her mind, distantly, as she surrendered to the flood of pleasure washing through her body with every thrust, setting all her nerves afire. She'd lost control of the situation the moment she'd called him down; with her legs pinned in the air, lower lips open and visible to anyone who walked in the door if he wanted to expose her to them, and her senses blurring together in an orgiastic haze, there was no use fighting it. No use worrying about it now. Had she been trapped like this, she wondered (a cry in her throat as the muscles in her pussy started to spasm around his shaft, she was on the verge of cumming hard and she remembered this oh so clearly now) -- abandoned in a hotel room, attached to a powerful spirit that would simply fuck her senseless every time she came to?\n-It wouldn't be so bad, to be like this forever,- a little voice in the back of her head chimed in as Rinoa's orgasm reached its crest. -There are worse fates than this.- And Rinoa ached inside as she wanted to say Yes! or No! as her body flooded her mind with every reason she could think of for just giving in. If he had been human, she would have been torn asunder-- but he was something more than mortal. The ache of his cock in her cunt was scarcely noticeable anymore, leaving just the waves of glorious sensation. Submission was not so bad...\nbut in the back of her mind, she remembered what happened when she had been weak, and other wills had subsumed her own. Rinoa opened her eyes, dreamily, and gazed upon the man-spirit fucking her with a new light. If he'd noticed that she'd come, there was no sign of it-- he was spreading her open as if he'd not been between her legs for the past five, ten minutes, as if he'd just started. There was no animosity in this. This wasn't torture. This wasn't mind control. For whatever reason, he-- he wanted her, like she knew she wanted him inside her, pounding, shaking the bed with every thrust. He might not be human, but what human could compare to this? A smile briefly lit her lips as she let her head loll back onto the mattress, putting her hands around his cock again (they'd fallen to the side, somewhere along the line), and gave herself to whimpers as she felt another orgasm starting to build, a fluttery crest of the growing wave...\nHis voice brought her out of her reverie. She didn't know how many times she'd come since that deep voice had last reached her ears-- she'd lost count somewhere between four and five, and they were coming faster and faster as he worked her body like a machine. \"I didn-,\" Rinoa gasped, trying to draw a breath and remember how to speak, \"dinn't think it was-- was ever-- OH, yes, more like that...\""
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"value": "He was indeed, a relentless sex machine. Hours passed as if they were mere minutes, and still his hips moved in the same fast rythm that he started out with. No human man can ever achieve this feat of endurance, and this is perhaps why so many summoners had become addicted to the guardians mighty rod. He gave out a roar of dominance everytime he feels her climax, yet gave her no chance to rest. He himself havent climaxed yet, despite the extended period of time that they fucked like wild animals. His powerfull jaws would sometimes clamp on her shoulders or legs, trying to draw a scream from her to sate his predatory instinct.\nDespite what may seem like an extremely taxing physical activity, she didnt feel fatigue. The guardian is an avatar of primal vitality, and his presence alone is enough to grant endurance to those he is junctioned with. Much more so when he is 'inside' them physically. His mind momentarily went back to a particular encounter with a legendary female warrior of time imemorial. The two would mate for days, due to the aura he is generating, and the warriors unmatched physical prowess. Another era has seen him in service to a courtesan famous for her sexual skills, and during this time, the courtesan made sure to teach him the intricate art of lovemaking.\nWhen her hands returned, he began changing his rythm, using one such technique he was taught. His hips moved in a slow long circular motion, stretching her walls to the side in a relaxed pace. Her leg was allowed freedom, as his hands supported his torso above hers, kissing her forehead then stealing a long hungry kiss, all the while his hips danced with hers. \"Am i satisfying you, summoner?\" His growl fell to a soft whisper, sounding suspiciously like the calm before the all-consuming storm."
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"value": "Rinoa bit on her lip as he pulled back, the taste of his tongue searing its way into her conscious mind as he shifted. She'd never mistake this for a dream again, not when the real thing was impossibly vivid. Ankles freed from his grip, her slender calves came to rest on his shoulders, and when he changed his rhythm, adding a circular motion to his thrusts, she squeezed harder on his massive shaft with what strength her thin wrists could manage. \"Never had--\" she began, gasping for breath, keeping a handle on her words through the throbbing of her pussy, \"never anything like this before. Never thought it could be like this...\"\nHer muscles didn't ache. There was no soreness from being propped up so long, no residual pain in her ankles from being pinned... he could have had her bent over a table or a counter and she wasn't sure she would be feeling that. It was wonderful-- ecstatic-- rapturous-- and while she'd managed to keep her voice down, despite his less-than-subtle attempts to provoke her further, if he ratcheted his efforts much further, she would be letting the whole hotel know exactly how hard she was being fucked."
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"value": "The rythm was uncharacteristically gentle. He was obviously up to something, something violent. His lips sealed hers once more, seducing both her body and her mind. His hips waltzing for what seemed like an eternity. \"Your previous lover..Is inferior to me. Is he not?\" His tone rose abit, clearly a prelude to the upcoming storm as his hips began moving faster once more, the loving gentle waltz soon turning into a tango of escalating fury, rocking the bed violently again.\nWithout any warning, he pulled out of her, and propped her hands onto the headboard, gripping her waist in an iron vise of a grip. \"Summoner..Prepare your self!\" he roared out.\nLeon Mullins, is a traveling salesman, and he knows all the cheapest places to stay, the restaurant with the biggest portions, and the most shady of pawnshops. However, for once in his life, he regretted staying in the hungry bear inn. The place was normally quiet, but today, someone in the room next to him is banging something against the walls, so hard that the wall itself shook, and the hanging light in his room swayed around.\n\"What the hell are they doing there?!\" He thought to himself.\nIndeed the room was shaking. The meteoric impact of his hips caused the bed to slam against the walls. It would seem the guardian is intent, on taking her to the limits of her endurance."
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"value": "Riona had mumbled something mutely in answer to his question-- her last was nothing, an awkward child fumbling in comparison to him-- and she was pretty sure she was almost getting the hang of this whole being-fucked-silly-by-a-primordial-power thing. He was almost taking it easy on her, reserving the true depths of his inhuman strength. She should be sore, she should be aching, but with every thrust she found herself revitalized. There was no hunger, no thirst here, only the rushing sense of having something moving within her, setting all of her senses alight.\n\"It's so good,\" she moaned between breaths, finally making her lips work in a way that they would make words. \"Hyne take me-- oh GODS, don't stop...\"\nHe roared an answering challenge, and she felt his hands roughly remove her from the pistoning shaft, to the bed-- Rinoa blinked, dazed, why would he do that? She wanted to touch him, she wanted to hold him inside her-- and then as he started pounding her again, she yelped in surprise and gripped the baseboard of the ratty hotel room's bed with all of her strength. He was penetrating her with a qualitatively different power, now-- one that was radiating through her body beyond her ability to control. It was like being possessed, except-- except not at all. Before, when Edea and Ultimecia had taken control of her body, it was paralyzing, terrifying, as though she might never be herself again; here, he was energizing her, telling her body what to do and she LIKED it. She WANTED it, even as it scared her just how much she wanted this."
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"value": "It truly was a loud day indeed in the hungry bear inn. All day long the complaints about the couple having loud violent sex came in, but the front desk couldnt do anything. The girl checked in alone, but it is clear that someone is in there with her, giving her the time of her life. Its just impossible though, how they seemingly went on hours after hours without stopping. The only explanation is, that there are multiple men in the room, perhaps 5 or 6, taking turns fucking her brains out.\nIn reality, the guardian has been ravaging the raven haired beauty for 12 hours straight. It was something quite common for him to do, but Rinoa was able to do it only by the preserving aura of vitality he exhudes. Here, in this most feral of sexual positions, he took her to heaven, or hell, depending on how you look at it. Only when the 12th hour came, did the guardian let out a loud bellow, sending a shockwave throughout the room, bowling the furnitures over. His cum overflowed like a summer flood, revitalizing the land, his essence was even more potent than his aura, healing the girl more effectively than any elixirs.\nThe room looked like ground zero when they were done. Giving Rinoa one long last kiss to show her his appreciation of their mating. \"Should you want another round..just say so..\" He whispered, cock still hard inside her."
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"value": "\"You have your orders,\" Tseng was saying, though she was opt to tune the man out. \"Sephiroth was said to be spotted in the lands between Cosmo Canyon and Nibelheim. I'm aware that isn't very helpful, but search the area throughally. It is likely the rumor is false, but we cannot allow it to pass if it is indeed true. Understood?\" The upwards infliction at the end of his sentence made the novice turk snap back to attention. Tseng's brow rose, \"well? Understood or not?\"\n\"I understand,\" Anje said. \"I am curious to know why Rufus has ordered a novice like myself to research into this rumor. If it is true, I know for certain I am no match for the great Sephiroth. I'm likely to be killed.\"\nTseng shook his head. \"Like I told you, it is a 99% chance the rumor is false. There is only a 1% chance of you actually coming face to face with the man. Anyhow, you aren't ordered to aprehend him. Just to verify if he is alive and in the area. We cannot risk him coming after Shinra again. We've just managed to rebuild what was lost.\"\nAnje sighed. \"Understood. Tell President Rufus I will follow the order and report in daily. He will know the moment I find the man, if I do.\" Tseng nodded, \"Then off with you. We should not waste time.\"\nShe turned and left the briefing room, making her way to her private quarters. Anje hadn't been with the Turks for very long, only a few months, so she wasn't happy to be send on such a delicate mission. If the rumors were true, she knew she could end up dead. No Turk stood a chance against the Great Sephiroth, but she had no choice. The President's order was of the highest rank and she had to follow.\nWalking into her room, she grabbed up her keys, her weapons(which consisted of a pair of pistols and a semi-automatic), keycard, and cellphone. Then she left the building they'd established in Junon to make her way to the vessel awaiting her arrival. She boarded the boat and before too long, she was in Costa De Sol and getting into her waiting vehicle.\nWhen she arrived at Cosmo Canyon, she made camp just inside the forest that had been lowered to ground level by Cloud's team when they'd defeated one of the Weapons. Each day, she reported back to Tseng that she had not sighted Sephiroth no matter the distance she traveled.\nOn the 4th day as she made her way back to camp, she was struck dead in her tracks at the sight that greeted her. The Great Sephiroth was standing in the short, redhead's campsite. His dead, cold eyes were staring directly into her own emerald hues. Her hand shot to grasp onto the pistol concealed on her back; there was no way she could escape now that he'd spotted her.\n\"You,\" the man started, \"are becoming a nuisance. You are in the way of my plans. I can't have that, now can I? Mother would be most displeased.\"\nAnje knew she was in trouble. \"I'm not here to interfere,\" she reassured, \"I was just sent to verify whether or not you were alive.\"\n\"That's the problem. If word gets out I'm alive,Cloud\" the name was said with clear distaste \"and his band of misfits will hunt me down. My plan cannot be at risk of exposure at this time.\" The man's eyes gleamed maniacally. \"Which means now that you have seen me, you must die.\"\nWith that said, the general charged her, sword aimed directly for her chest. She managed to dive to the side to avoid the blade and as she rolled to face him, she pulled the pistols from the back of her belt. She tapped the button on her cell that she knew would ring Tseng; he would hear what was going on and inform the president. Cloud and his friends would know, one way or another.\n\"Sephiroth!\" She deliberately said the man's name, knowing Tseng would snap his attention in response. \"Even if you kill me, they will find out. You will be stopped!\"\n\"Unlikely,\" Sephiroth responded. \"Now, die!\"\nAnje fired the pistols but the general was fast, blocking the bullets with the blade he always carried with him. He darted at her again and shouldered her to the ground. As she hit the dirt floor hard, he was quick to shove the sword into her upper left hand shoulder to pin her. She lost grip on her pistols as she fell back and cried out in pain as the blood spurted; she couldn't move as the man hovered over her.\n\"It's a shame really,\" he said as he kneeled down and touched her now blood-stained shoulder length hair. \"But it can't be avoided.\"\nAnje growled angrilly and spit in the man's face, \"kill me if you want! It won't matter!\"\nHe locked his hands around her throat and squeezed, making it so she couldn't breathe. She clawed at his hands, trying desperately to breathe but her vision began to fade. She wheezed and then, everything went black."
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"value": "Vincent leaped through the trees, his powerful legs taking him from tree to tree as easily as any squirrel. He was hurrying through the woods but his dark eyes were still taking in every facet of the land in front of him, searching for the one thing that he had come her to find. He hadn't been ignorant of the rumors of Sephiroth being in this area, and he had even been in the area searching when he had gotten the phone call. Apparently Shinra had lost one of their Turks in the area and she had seen Sephiroth herself. Of course it was hard to tell if that was what she had really seen or if she was just shouting that out of fear, but it had been worth looking into. Vincent didn't care too much about Shinra but the world was finally being put back together and another visit from Sephiroth wouldn't be good for anyone.\nHis sharp eyes caught sight of something and one hand went down to the large handgun on his belt and drew the weapon. The three barreled weapon tracked across the forest floor until it came to rest on the slender form lying on the forest floor. Blood had stained the grass around the body, the wound the blood had come from obvious on her shoulder. The black haired man kept the weapon on the woman, not for sure if this was the missing or Turk or not. It wouldn't be the first time that he had seen a person playing dead in order to get the drop on a person.\nA breath shuddered her chest though, taking a lot of the choice from Vincent's hands. It was go down there and try to save her or watch her die in front of him. The man might seem cold to many people but he still didn't see any point in letting a woman die if he could stop it.\nVincent landed on the ground beside her and flung his cape to the side so that he could kneel beside her without in the way. He reached to his blet and pulled the thing vial of one of the many potions that he carried aroudn with him. It wouldn't heal her wounds completely, that woudl take some time but it would make it so that her recovery woudl be assured. Instead of the sure death that there was now. He tipped the potion down her trhoat, the light green liquid pooling in her mouth and slidding down her throat. Vincent could tell it did her some good, her labored breathes becomeing easier and the sluggish flow of blood stopped."
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"value": "The day kept playing through her mind like it was on permanent repeat, the pain slicing through her again and again like Sephiroth was still there, stabbing her repeatedly. The wound the general had inflicted upon her continued to send shock waves of pain throughout her shoulder, arm, and chest. Then there was something cold pouring into her mouth and instinctively, she swallowed the liquid. Almost instantly the pain dulled and she could breathe easier, her chest not falling or rising in sporadic bursts anymore.\nShe hovered in and out of consciousness, trying to work her way out of the shadows that now envolped her. It took a great deal of time - she wasn't sure how much time passed before she managed to even crack her eyes open. All that came to her were shapes and everything was blurry. She couldn't tell if it was night or day anymore, either. She coughed a little and managed to open her eyess a bit more, a figure kneeling beside her coming into view.\nThe blurry figure didn't look familiar to her and she tried to push herself up, but she couldn't seem to keep herself up and fell back the mere inch she had managed to push up. \"W-who are you?\" she managed to ask gently, still feeling a little weak. \"Where am I?\" Suddenly her eyes widened. \"Wait! Sephiroth! Where is he?!\""
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"value": "Vincent looked down at the woman as she began to stir from her unconcious state. It looked like she was finally starting to wake up from her wounds, faster than he figured the potion woudl do on its own. She must be a bit tougher than she looked. Still it was obvious that she wan't going to be going anywhere anytime soon, her wounds still making her too weak to move anytime soon.\n\"Vincent.\" The dark haired man said, answering her first question with his normally quick speech. \"Sephiroth isn't here anymore if he ever was. Just lay down and rest. You aren't going to be able to do anything about it if he is anyway.\" Vincent placed his hand on her good shoulder and pushed her back to the ground.\n\"Your boss was looking for you.\" Vincent stood to his feet and let hsi gaze look over the trees around them, making sure that there wasn't anythign out there. Sephiroth aside there were plenty of monsters in the area that could take a hurt woman like her easily. In fact it was suprising that it hadn't happened already."
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"value": "She groaned but allowed him to push her back down. Vincent, he said was his name. She remembered hearing from the Senior Turks about someone with that name, who used to be one of them before Hojo went mad and experimented on him. \"He was here...\" she said defiantly as he seemed to question whether or not the General had been there. \"Hence why I am in the shape that I am right now.\" Her head turned to glance about, glad when her eyes landed on the tent she had constructed before Sephiroth had invaded her small camp. \"He's up to something, that bastard.\" She cursed softly, then turned her head to look back at him. \"I believe I owe you thanks...even if Tseng did send you, I probably would have died without your help. He got me pretty good.\" She sighed, trying to push herself up again so she could maybe get to her supplies. \"I'm surprised he didn't kill me. He seemed dead set on doing just that.\""
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"value": "Jabba the Hutt??s throne room was the most miserable place Princess Leia had ever been. It was made entirely of stone, and therefore was cold. Jabba, of course, couldn??t feel the cold because of his immense girth, but Leia was near to freezing. The room was teeming with activity, soldiers guarding every entrance to the room, all on guard and ready to attack Luke if they needed to. It had come down to the final battle, and Luke needed to be exterminated.\nLeia sat on a bed of grey and purple pillows at the feet of Jabba. Her dark brown hair was plaited into one very long braid, not allowing her to hide behind her hair. She wore a golden bikini that barely covered her breasts and her bottom. There was a long red sash hanging from the front and back of the bottom of the bikini, but it did nothing to conceal her, it??s purpose was only to arouse those around her even more. There was a gold bracelet around both of her arms, one on her upper right and the other her lower left. She wore a golden collar around her neck, the connected chain was held by Jabba himself. Though it did not look it, the collar was tight around her, so that if she moved even an inch away it would choke her.\nLeia??s skin was pale and smooth. Her arms, neck, torso, and legs were all exposed. Her skin prickled in the cold, and she was glad of the golden bikini top to hide her nipples, which had hardened only because of the temperature. Every curve of muscle in her body could be seen, only what was absolutely necessary was covered ?? and even that would not remain covered long if all went according to plan.\nIt was time. Luke was going to have his final battle with the fierce rancor. The rancor was ten feet tall, enormous and disgusting. It??s chest was heaving and it was slobbering too. Luke gripped his light saber tightly and looked up at the horrible beast. He took a swing and hit it, but the beast was barely phased. The rancor stormed forward and lifted Luke up and threw him across the room at the stone wall. He hit it hard and slid down to the floor. Leia??s eyes grew wide and she sat up straighter, her eyes glued to her brother. If Luke lost this battle?everything would be over for her. Luke could not lose.\nBut it looked as if he would. The rancor continued to beat on him, Luke barely got a swing in between poundings. Jabba was laughing at Luke, weak and pitiful. The soldiers were inching forward, eager to jump in if need be, but the rancor had everything more than under control. The rancor picked up Luke one last time and held him over his head for a moment before throwing him down to the floor. Everyone in the room could hear Luke??s bones crunch. A few ragged breaths could be heard but in an instant, Luke was dead.\nLeia screamed when she saw that Luke had died. She tried to stand up and run to him, but she fell back and was choked by the collar. Jabba laughed louder, tugging the leash and pulling her back closer to him. ??No, no!? she screamed, pulling forward as hard as she could, choking herself until her face turned purple. She collapsed on the pillows, her arms still outstretched to Luke. ??No?no,? she gasped, her chest heaving to regain oxygen. Tears filled her eyes; everything was over for her now. She was a slave, a sex slave. She sobbed, covering her face with her hands.\nAfter a few moments she raised her head and saw that she was surrounded. All of the soldiers had encircled her, Jabba behind her. Jabba was still booming with laughter, he tugged the leash again, forcing her head to jerk back and look at the soldiers in front of her. They were all smirking at her, their eyes lustful and their skin hot with desire. They wanted only one thing: to destroy her innocence and satiate their needs. Her eyes grew even wider and the color in her face drained. ??No,? she whimpered, her bottom lip trembling. ??No, no?? she scrambled up from the floor, drawing her legs up close to her. She??d been able to evade them before, but now there was no one to save her from Jabba??s wishes and the soldier??s urges."
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"value": "The wide, expansive room boomed with laughter, laughter that resounded on walls of stone inside the desert cave on Tatooine. The main chamber of Jabba's Palace teemed with men, women and indistinguishable creatures alike, easily a dozen different species represented within the walls, and each of them dangerous, exotically alluring, or both. And all of them heeled to one master, their laughter resounding in part because they truly took amusement in what was before them, and in part because of a fear of offending Lord Hutt otherwise. The creature's short temper was near as infamous as he, and showing anything but the utmost approval of the provided entertainment was the end of the story of too many men.\nThe large hutt could not clap, and his language was known by few, but the look he gave and the excited gestures he showed were echoed in the amusement of all. The Jedi had been slain, his bones crushed, and now the sound of the rancor enjoying his earned meal could be heard through the iron grating below. Bones snapped and sinew ripped, and those whose cheering began to subside only then took notice of the human girl, the once-princess who was now a toy of their lord, struggling and screaming and nearly causing herself to pass out in the process.\nSome of the guards, perhaps, noticed a bit before anyone else, the large, green pig-like men huddling around Leia on all sides. There were five of them that surrounded her, laughing to themselves in high-pitched squeals, drool dripping from the sharp-toothed lips of one and falling upon the perfect, porcelain-like skin of Leia's bosom, dripping down like a disgusting slime into the right cup of her gilded bra. They stood around her, spears in hand, laughter in the air until it was Jabba who spoke, and it was all who ceased. His words traveled through three different translators until one finally spoke in Leia's language, a golden-hued robot she had come to know well.\n\"Oh... oh dear. P-Princess Leia -- that is, Miss Leia Organa I should probably only refer to you as now, I suppose -- his lordship Jabba would care for you to entertain the crowd. Specifically, he has requested that you join several of the other slaves and lead them in a dance. Oh, and I do hope you please him, Miss Leia! From what I can tell Lord Hutt does not seem the type to possess a great deal of patience. ...What? Yes R2, poor Master Luke, I agree, but be silent!\"\nAs the command was translated to numerous other languages the excited men surrounding Leia instantly backed off. Some merely stepped back, returning to their positions against the wall, spear in hand, while one of them approached Jabba himself to obtain the key for Leia's collar. It was with a simple snap that the device opened from around her throat, and by the time she was free the room had fallen to a deafening silence. All quieted. All looked upon her, including her new master. She was expected to perform, and she was expected to perform now -- or else."
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"value": "Leia cringed and tightened her fists when the green pig-like man drooled on her. Her stomach heaved several times, her instinct to throw up from disgust. She forced herself not to, knowing that the result would only be laughter, disdain, and probably making her live with it being there until it grew even more rancid than it had started. She was still in disbelief that this was really her eternal fate. Luke hadn't really died. He couldn't have. But she looked over to the side of the room, and there were his crushed remains. Han Solo. He was in a dungeon here somewhere, surely he would escape. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and listening for the sounds of him killing his guards and running to save her. The only sounds she heard were the labored breathing of the pig-men and Jabba's deep booming voice.\nShe turned to look at CP30 when he spoke to her. She felt a pang in her heart when he corrected her name. He was right, she was a princess no longer. She was just another girl. She probably wasn't even a Miss anymore, just a slave girl. There was no one to save her, no royal decree to stop Jabba. Her eyes grew wide as the robot told her what she was supposed to do. Lead a dance? With the other slave girls? Her body trembled for a moment as she thought of that. \"Must I?\" she asked the robot softly, hoping for some kind of reprieve. Of course, she got none, as he nodded to her solemnly. She sighed, she knew she must.\nShe felt slight relief when the collar was removed from her throat, at least there was that. She stood up and moved into the space that had been opened. Several more slave girls, dressed similarly to herself (yet hers was the most ornate), came forward from the side to join her there. Their faces were all expressionless, they were ready to perform as they were told to, no questions asked. She stood straight and began to move her hips in a circle slowly. She raised her arms above her head and twisted them in time with her hip movement. After a few moments she began to move around in a circle. She continued on with a classic royal dance she had been taught when she was very young. It was fairly provacative, but until now it had never held that kind of significance to her. Leia could only hope that Jabba was pleased enough with it."
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"value": "Quiet. There was quiet at first, and quiet as all only half-watched the slaves begin their performance. The other half of their concentration, their second eyes, for the races that had more than one, were on Jabba, paying close attention to their lord's like or dislike so they could be quick to echo it. The cheering at first was minimal, mostly silence except for a few of the guards being more intoxicated than the others, calling out cat calls in their alien language of choice.\nJabba watched. Jabba viewed each of the girls, two Twi'lek women, one with blue-hued skin and one with yellow, a pair of blonde Human twins, a Gungan female, and now Leia acted as his entertainment for the evening. They weren't all he possessed, not by far, but they were the current girls he had chosen from his harem to entertain his guests. The rest, the less exciting of the girls were either recovering from beatings from their poor performances, or had become a recent meal for his rancor pet. Leia would learn soon that the flow of new women to replace those lost in his palace was a constant one.\nThe din fell low and stayed there for the first minute of the womens' performance. Jabba could have been mesmerized, or he could have been asleep, the large, drooling worm nigh impossible to read even by those who translated his every word. Then, with a sudden bellow Jabba slammed an arm down on his large, lengthy stone throne, pointing out a finger at the women as he spouted out several angry sounding words.\n\"Shit!\" whispered one of the blondes, this one directly to Leia's right.\n\"Jabba no wakka la tru na tu pei mok-shoo'n!\"\nThe translators quickly went to work, one to another, that to a third as they tried explaining their lord's current displeasure to everyone in their own unique languages.\n\"Do something, do somethingquick, new girl,\" the generously buxom blonde continued in a hasty whisper, her body never faltering, never missing a step in trying to copy Leia's dance, though her expression was forced as to hide the worry wracking through her half-naked body. \"Jabba wantsyouto lead the dance, sowehave to follow that lead... and if we don't keep him entertained it'll be the end for someone!\""
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"value": "Desmond had found that he quickly remembered how soft and sweet Amanda was to him. What with how she looked like she wanted to reach in his stomach and pull out his organs so she could tie them to a truck and drive off. Always so nice and pleasant, the screwdriver of course had helped her look like she didn't want to jam it in his other eye socket and have fun making him completely blind. It was times like these that Desmond thought about the decision he made and how there were obviously no regrets or negative feelings at all.\nIt also was probably best that he didn't know about the thoughts going through John's head, as it would've made him quite self conscious about how he was. However, he wasn't looking forward to being around Miklosa, as something just didn't sit right with him about that guy. \"Alright, sounds good.\" Running a hand through somewhat damp hair, he was relieved to know that he was slowly being put back together, so at least one thing would feel familiar. Though the opportunity of being put in a room with Amanda that happened to contain a trap of any sort didn't sit to well with him at all. He assumed that she would either bash him over the head till he bled out, or she'd give him a 'hands on' experience of how it works. It made him wish he took more wood shop and mechanical classes so he wouldn't have to spend time with someone who obviously hated his very presence.\n\"W... what are you talking about?\" He asked, nervously laughing, pretending that he wasn't in fact singing exactly like a girl does into her hairbrush. \"I wasn't singing anything.\" Desmond didn't bother to make eye contact with Amanda, he knew better than that. Hopefully she would at least let him get away with lying this once. \"I won't sing anything, anyways. Especially Astley.\" He was expecting John to defend him in some way and try to quell the anger that was common to this woman, but at hearing no form of that, he realized their dislike for his singing was mutual. At least they didn'tseehim in the shower, as much relief as that was.\n\"I'll pay attention though, don't worry. I'll listen to everything you have to say, Amanda.\" Which meant: 'I'll be quiet so you can't find a reason to become angered with me in any way possible'. It was really a safe thing to do, as opposed to just blatantly making an ass out of himself. After all, she knew the building better than he did, and knew where to hide. Also, he didn't really feel like making conflict and making this all the more difficult for John."
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"value": "John remained where he was, lingering at the workshop table surrounded by his careful blueprints, his deft fingers digging into the mass of gears and springs while Amanda turned fully, regarding Desmond the way a particularly cruel child eyes the ant they have centered beneath their magnifying glass. She tossed down the screwdriver she'd been holding then, and it crashed against the table and echoed through the room,\n\"What, aside from the fact you just rickrolled the entire fucking building?\" Amanda snapped, and then irritably waved Desmond over to her, heading towards an adjacent room, her combat boots stomping along the cement floor, causing a surprising amount of noise for someone as small and thin as Amanda. The room she led Desmond into looked as though it may have been a drama room at some point, an enormous room with a vault ceiling, double doors, and a single desk that was sitting off to the side. There was an enormous steel beam that ran across the roof as a part of the rooms reinforcement, and a ladder had been set in the room to reach it; what appeared to be part of a hydraulic engine had been painstakingly lifted to the beam and bolted into place while a long thick chain held two long, thick steel bars that still needed to be bolted into place on the hydraulics.\n\"Those,\" she said, pointing to the steel bars, \"Have to be bolted to that.\"\nShe pointed to the hydraulic engine,\n\"Normally Hoffman would do it, but he's been working, so -\" she shrugged with her mouth and held out a pneumatic torque wrench for Desmond, \"You're gonna do it. And try not to fall off the ladder, it's kind of a long way down and I'd hate to have to tell John that's how you died. Put a little muscle into it too, huh, those bars probably weigh more than you do.\"\nAnd, back in the other room, John was working quietly on the arm piece of a future trap, one that he had initially named the Rack, but Amanda was much more creative with names, so now he mentally referred to it as the Twisting Crucifix - he had already tested out the leg pieces with the dead flesh of sheep - their bone density was more akin to a human's, even if the pig flesh was closer. The trap didn't so much snap the bone as it slowly wound it around itself, causing it to slowly tear at each joint, and he had just down the arm piece to test it, when he realized there was blood on the metal.\nSuddenly muzzy, John looked down at his hand; he was bleeding - not a cause for alarm, the medication he took to manage the symptoms of the cancer had caused his skin to become thin and easily marred, the chemo had made his blood flow heavier, so even the smallest cuts looked worse than they were. He dissappeared into the medical room to clean up the cut, and in his dizziness, failed to notice the thick streak of blood that had followed him across the room."
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"value": "Of course his shame was quite apparent. He looked as though he had been caught naked in the middle of a highway. It was just an awful feeling, and he was really beginning to hate Amanda for easily making him feel this way. For once, the girl was the bully at the playground, pulling everyone's hair and kicking dirt in their eyes. \"Y.. yeah. I guess I did.\" He meekly mumbled, following after her. As they were leaving though, he had glanced back at John, wishing he could stay with him instead. After all, he was nice, he wasn't so awfully cruel and rude.\nAs those boots slammed to the ground, he had flinched with every step. Apparently the young man was finally realizing what it was like to be completely whipped by a girl. It wasn't exactly the most comforting feeling in the world. \"Y.. Yeah, I don't want to fall.\" He spoke softly, looking up the ladder. He wasn't entirely comfortable with climbing up that ladder when Amanda could've easily pushed it over and killed him in a moment. Something in her tone, also told him she would hardly be sorry about him dying in such a silly way. Nah, she'd be the one encouraging such a death.\nGrabbing the tool, he started to climb up the ladder, shaking a little every now and then. His glance kept falling to the floor, looking at Amanda as if he was constantly preparing for that long fall. When he had finally reached the top, Desmond sighed loudly. This was a bit more work than he was prepared for. Within moments, he was already exhausted with bolting down the beams. \"Dammit...\" The former thief sighed, continuing this annoyingly long job.\n\"Anything else you want me to do while I'm up here?\" He mumbled, looking down at the intimidating woman."
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"value": "Amanda watched; she watched each slow, careful step that Desmond took up the ladder, watched his hands shift up the wrungs, and she quietly wished as hard as she could that it would tumble over, that Desmond would hit the ground and his head would splash across the concrete and she could mournfully explain to John that it was an accident without having to lie to him. She hated lying to John, hated hiding the truth from him because he had this way of turning those pale eyes onto her and making her feel like a little girl all over again, make her feel guilty for every white lie she had ever told, made her feel guilty for continuing to lie to John by telling him she had stopped cutting and burning herself. She hated that she kept doing it anyways, even though she feared that one day he would catch her in the act and the trust would be gone entirely - she couldn't lose that, couldn't lose John. She would die if she lost John, she was sure of it.\nHer thin face was twisted into a miserable, sour expression, her eyes narrowed.\nAnd now this fucker was in her life, intheirlife. She had gotten used to the idea of Hoffman; he had been in this before she had been, and Miklosa - well, she hated the fat, greasy piece of shit, but he wasn't around often enough to be a problem. He was brought in only when things were desperate, when his surgical skills were called for and John's hands were too shaky for him to do it himself; that was when they called him in, Miklosa, a perverted doctor who had taken advantage of sedated patients. Made Amanda sick. Made John sick too, she could see it every time they were in the room together that John felt queasy just for standing near the man, but being who he was, he reminded himself that a second chance had been given and Miklosa was trying to redeem himself, had sacrificed his own leg to escape the trap he had been put in. He had lived up to the rules.\nBut this guy, Desmond, he had no use. He was only there because he had no where else to go, and as far as Amanda was concerned it would be a mercy killing to send him to the ground right then, after what he'd done - killing a woman and her unborn child, even accidentally, it mirrored John's own story too closely, after John had lost his unborn son to Cecil's irresponsibility.\n\"I wouldn't have let you get out.\" Amanda said conversationally, casually placing a hand on the ladder wrung, \"Of the trap. I wouldn't have put in a fail-safe. Would've made the drill take your fucking brain out instead of just your eye.\""
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"value": "Perhaps it was by reflex, but Desmond felt his knees lock into the ladder a bit as he was up. It was as if his body was already bracing it's self against an attempt to be knocked off of the high ladder. He knew there wasn't exactly any bails of hay or soft pillows to land on. Concrete wasn't exactly the best of places to land when a psycho woman would probably stomp on you the moment you hit the ground. \"That's nice to hear.\" He sarcastically, replied, doing the necessary work he had to up there, hoping to quickly finish the job. \"I can tell you're fond of me by the glares you give me every five minutes.\" Wiping his forehead for a moment, he continued, \"It's like you're smiling at me... except it's like you want me to die constantly. I think I'll stick around here longer though, if you don't mind.\" If he was more daring, he would try baiting her a bit... but he knew better than to do that with a crazy woman who wanted him dead.\nWhen the job was finished, he moved back down the ladder and stared at Amanda, wary of any violence that might be in her. \"So what now? Are we going to do anything else, or shouldwego check up on John?\" He could tell that she had something for him, it was quite obvious with how protective she was. It was like him being near the man was enough to upset her, so he tried to be a bit passive-aggressive by putting emphasis on 'we.' Oh how he sincerely hoped she wouldn't wring his neck in his sleep. His best bet might be to just crawl in John's bed at night, she couldn't kill him right in front of the man."
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"value": "It didn't take a lot to bait Amanda Young these days; now, all it took was a well-placed jab or someone looking at her the wrong way for her to launch into a near-homicidal rage. Most of the time she seemed to be seething with a barely controlled anger at the entire world, and the only things that calmed her anymore were John, and the press of a blade into her skin. But even the latter had been wearing off for her, because she had begun to feel intense guilt every time she did it, thinking of the promises she was breaking to the man who had changed her life and taken her in. He had never asked a lot from her - everything she had done was voluntary, all he'd asked was that she not take drugs and stop cutting herself, he'd told her to be kind to herself instead of abusing her body every chance she got.\nAnd she had failed, and that made her even angrier. All she could do was make up for it through her traps, make them work - make them work damn well. At first her anger had got the best of her and she just hadn't put in a fail-safe on a trap because it had occurred to her that if they lived - if they lived, John might take them in, too.\nAnd after all, he already had enough going on right? He was already sick, and taking in more strays wouldn't be good for him. She was just looking out for his welfare, it was for the best.\nEventually she'd left the option out of every trap; no one was allowed to escape anymore, not when it was her creation - and more of them were hers these days as John became less physically capable of making them.\nShe hadn't made Desmond's, though. She wished she had.\n\"Hey,\" Amanda said flatly, when Desmond's tone dropped to sarcasm, and she kicked her thick boot against the wrung hard enough to rattle the entire ladder, \"Fuck you, bitch.\"\nAnd then she was striding away because it turned out Desmond had a point; they had been in there a while, and she wanted to see John, he always made her feel better. Making her way down the hall, she moved into the workshop and looked around - he wasn't in there, which was weird, since he would normally spend hours inside.\nUnless he was so unwell he couldn't keep up with it, that happened some days.\nAbout to turn away to go check if he was in his room, she paused for an instant when something on the ground caught her eye; he looked down, lifted her boot, and found her shoeprint in blood on the concrete floor. Looking behind her, there were droplets across the room, progressively becoming larger; cold trilled down her spine and she grabbed the door handle to access the medical room, only to have her hand come away sticky with blood and there was so much of it that it had crawled across the handle and streaked down the door.\n\"Shit,\" Amanda said, \"Shit, shit,\"\nShe opened the door and shrieked, because John was on the floor, seizuring violently; she ran to him and put him over onto his side, immediately beginning to sob."
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"value": "??You actually expect me to stay overnight at some supposed haunted town for only a hundred and fifty bucks? I think my life is worth just a bit more than that,? Aimee Jade James mumbled as her dark blue eyes moved from the television set to Kelly, her best friend. They were college students, about halfway through their sophomore year. Aimee Jade was nineteen, Kelly was twenty. They became best friends the second they came to this school, having been put in the same dorm room in freshman year. At first they hated each other, but by the end of first semester they had already planned to room together for the rest of their college experience.\nAt the moment, they were lounging in their dorm, room 409. Two other people were in the room; Kelly??s boyfriend Sean was sitting on Kelly??s lap not really paying attention to anything but the television. Matthew, one of Sean??s best friends, was sitting on the floor leaning against Aimee Jade??s bed, his glance shifting from each person in the room to the television as well. On the television was a news report of Silent Hill. Another child, approximately ten years old, went missing.\nThese missing child reports were starting to get overbearing. There was never any hint as to where they went. It was like they had disappeared into thin air. This is what gave the town of Silent Hill its reputation; thehauntedtown. Of course, to each their own beliefs and, quite frankly, Aimee Jade didn??t believe in any of it, even though the town began to plague her dreams. In fact, the other day while sitting in class she had some sort of flashback to a fiery pit in Silent Hill and she had to excuse herself from a test just to calm down. It was as if she??d been to Silent Hill before, and it was calling for her to come back. But that wasn??t possible! She could remember almost her whole life perfectly, there was nothing to connect her to Silent Hill?right? But then again, her mind was fuzzy when it came to her birth all the way up to when she was about five. Most people at least remember certain things from when they were that young.\nSean cleared his throat, as if trying to get everybody??s attention. ??You don??t think you??re worth a hundred and fifty? Well, not to Matt you??re not. You??re worth billions.? Sean laughed as Matthew grabbed a small stuffed plush that had fallen from Aimee Jade??s bed and threw it at the boy, grunting.\n??Yo??, shut up man. I??m not, like, in love with her.? He rolled his eyes and slunk down a bit. It was obvious that both Aimee Jade and Matthew had some feelings towards each other that they had been dancing around ever since they met. ??Hey?how about this; Each of us give you like two hundred if you spend the night there??\nKelly practically interrupted him. ??Whoa, whoa, whoa! If that??s the case, she??s getting six hundred! I think it should be two hundred a night. If you??re willing to spend this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday in Silent Hill, alone, then you??ll get six hundred big ones.?\nAimee Jade just rolled her eyes. ??Fine, whatever. I get to waste a nice weekend in some ghost town. But at least I get a good amount of cash out of it.? She chuckled. ??Maybe once I come back alive, you guys??ll finally realize that Silent Hill is just an empty town, nothing more.?\nSo that was it. For six hundred dollars Aimee Jade was going to spend the weekend in Silent Hill. Thinking nothing but money would come of it, Aimee Jade prepared for a boring weekend. She??d need a flashlight, her iPod, her cell phone, and of course some food. Throwing the contents, along with a small throw blanket, into a bag, she got ready to go and squeezed into Sean??s small car as he drove the four of them to Silent Hill.\nIt was a long drive, about six hours, and for over half of that time each person took their turn in trying to scare Aimee Jade. ??You??ll die, you??ll be kidnapped,? They??d go on saying, but Aimee Jade didn??t back down. It wasn??t that they were scared for Aimee Jade??s life, it was that they didn??t want to have to give her so much money!\nFinally arriving in Silent Hill, Matthew, Sean, and Kelly dropped Aimee Jade off. ??We??ll be back here early Monday morning at around six to pick you up so you don??t miss any of your classes. If you need anything, just give us a call. But remember, if you bail out, you??re not getting any money!? Each of them took the time to give Aimee Jade a hug, and then they left, Leaving Aimee Jade alone in Silent Hill.\nThe sun was high in the sky as Aimee Jade walked around. The backpack on her back seemed very heavy, and the long drive had worn her out. At this point, she wanted to find maybe a rundown motel or an empty house and set up camp for the weekend. She should be able to make herself at least somewhat comfortably for the duration of her stay. So when she finally stumbled upon a large hotel she went in and opened the heavy door, which in turn creaked back at her as if to warn her to stay away."
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"value": "??Please?. No don??t leave me..? cried the young boy as his voice was quickly overshadowed by the roaring cracking of the fire that ate at the building surrounding him. From the blazing red fire that danced behind him a dark shadow walked from out of the fire having no true shape or gender, but it was human? or was human. Slowly the shadow made its way behind the young boy talking its time before slowly reaching him and standing up straight. As the shadow moved behind the young boy he quickly turned to look at it before freezing in fear insight of it shaking from head to toe before eerily going still.\n??That??s right?? it whispered softly in a hiss that reminded one of a viper signaling the end for it??s pray. ??Come back and join us, little girl in pink..? it continued each word etching themselves into her mind as he spoke. Slowly from the shadow moved a hand just out of sight, as it seemed to remain out of focus before slowly touching the young boy??s shoulder as a loud screeching noise overpowered everything before throwing everything into silence.\n??Plea?se?? whispered the young boy once again as he started to turn his head slowly blood dripping from the gapping hole which was once where his ear rested. ??Don??t leave me..? as he continued to talk his words held a deep and almost horrifying tone to them. ??We are still friends?? finally more of his face was revealed as blood poured from his empty eye sockets and mouth dripping onto the floor, which was now a pool an inch thick of his blood. ??Right?? once he spoke she could see the vocal cords in his throat slightly gushing out even more of his ruby red blood. Without warning he lashed out at her his mouth open wide as he screamed out a yell so full of anger and pain that it scent chills down one??s spine that would never go away. This was Aimee??s dream.. this was Aimee??s never ending nightmare.\nIt felt the door opening stirring around as the bright light of sun washed its way into the main lobby of the hotel, which still showed burn marks of the fire that had once brought the building down to the ground. Trying to drag itself to its feet it kept on falling onto the ground squirming around wildly before attempting to stand up once again. Its arms struggled under the skin that covered them it movement seemed to be the one that would break away the skin, but none of those movements ever did. While it moved it kept out of sight only appearing as a slight flash of darkness, like a cat that ran past the cover of her eyes.. But this was much more deadly. Turning to face her it slightly bent over before the are where it mouth should have been started to open wide as it attempted to scream. The skin that covered its mouth started to rip slightly showing the black darkness of its insides as black liquid dripped down its chest.\nA loud gunshot broke the silence as the bullet drove itself deep into the door only inches away from Aimee??s head. Standing only a few feet away was the culprit as he held tightly onto a handgun his hands shaking wildly as he steered down at her. He stood at an unimpressive 5??1 really skinny no more then 120 lbs. His chest was covered with a bulletproof vest, which was stained with blood on the outside and claw marks that didn??t coincided with any injury on the wearer.\n??Who?who?what..What are you??? the man screamed loudly as he trusted his handgun towards her obviously freaked out by something. Slowly walking towards her she was able to see that he wore a bright orange jump suit under the bulletproof vest with the words ??Prisoner 19802? located on his left leg. ??Fuck.. fuck that? your bag.. Give it to me..? he commanded her shoving the gun in her face as he stuck out his other hand before lunging forward and grabbing it braking the strap at he snatched it from her. ??You.. Better not follow me.. You understand.. If I see you I will kill you got it?? he told her before shoving her with the gun once again. The thrust was that killing her would have been a waste of a bullet, and he new that such a mistake couldn't be made in this hell. He started to move backwards as he kept eye contact with her before turning around and then running off. Turning into a dark ally way he was quickly out of sight taking her stuff with him as well.\nShe was left without any of her equipment such as her Ipod, Cell phone, and flashlight standing in front of the charred remains of the hotel. From the area that the prisoner ran was a loud blood curtailing scream before a few shots ran out and then silence.\nNow she was left with a choice. Go into the hotel without a flashlight, Ipod and other equipment, or go and check to see what happened that the robber by going down the long dark ally way."
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"value": "As the door creaked open, Aimee Jade poked her head inside, noticing all of the burnt furniture and walls. As the sun beamed in, it looked as if there were millions of bugs scattering around on the floor, trying to get away from the sunlight. Whether there were really bugs or if it was just Aimee Jade??s mind playing tricks on her, she didn??t feel like chancing it.Maybe I??ll just find another place to set up camp?she thought to herself, disgusted. Taking a step back, she suddenly felt a powerful gust of wind pass her thin, pale cheek before the cause of the wind slammed into the open door.\nAimee Jade let out a scream, realizing that someone had shot at her. Spinning around quickly, as if facing the culprit would help her, she rose her hands. The bright orange outfit that the prisoner was wearing seemed too bright with the sun bouncing off of it. Squinting her dark blue eyes, her full lips parted slightly. ??D-don??t hurt me,? She started as he thrusted his handgun towards her. She let out a soft squeal, lowering her head as if trying to get away from the gun. Her dark crimson hair fell into her face, the waves surrounding her shoulders and falling to her mid back. ??I??ll do what you say, just don??t hurt me!?\nAs the prisoner told her to give him her bag, she started to take it off, but he beat her to the chase, grabbing it and ripping it from her back. When the straps snapped, one of them managed to cut into her black t-shirt, ripping the sleeve and leaving a dark red bruise on her milky white flesh. Looking towards him as he told her not to follow her, she just simply nodded. The man was very short, at least for a man, but in comparison to Aimee Jade, he was only an inch shorter than she was. Aimee Jade had always thought that it was her short height that made her so vulnerable, but now she knew she was obviously wrong.\nWatching as the man in the orange jumpsuit ran off, she took a step back, once again standing in the doorway of the dark hotel. The loud scream and gunshots made Aimee Jade jump, and she went to take a step towards the alleyway before pausing and shaking her head. ??He almost killed me?why should I go after him.? She thought out loud to herself. But even though she thought these thoughts, she still couldn??t tear herself from that spot. Part of her was telling her to go find that man, but the more dominant part of her told her to stay. So, after about half a minute of thinking, she finally turned around and stepped into the hotel.\nIt was dark, and where the sun beamed in, it was apparently very dusty. The door started closing but before it shut, Aimee Jade grabbed for it and quickly found a rock to prop it open with. The hotel was too dark to venture through, so maybe the sunlight would at least keep the front lobby lit up?at least until nightfall.\nAimee Jade began looking around, searching throughout the lobby to see if she could find any type of object to help her. At the front desk, she found a heavy black flashlight, but to her dismay the batteries had died. Sighing, she decided to hold onto it, just in case somebody else decided to come and rob her. At least she??d be able to get a good hit out of it, maybe knock them unconscious for a few good minutes. Biting her bottom lip, Aimee Jade headed for what seemed like a comfortable couch in the middle of the room. Stretching out on it, she held the flashlight to her chest, her eyes scanning everything around her until she began to drift off to sleep. Only to have that terrible nightmare again."
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"value": "The day past quickly as it normally did in Silent Hill, as night rushed to take its rightful place over the dead city. Slowly the wind blew against the door that was held open by a rock causing a slight whistling noise before the door slowly and quietly shut close sealing Aimee Jade in the hotel. Almost like clock work the streets outside started to become occupied with a thick fog of smoke as it rolled around the side walk and crept into every ally way almost as if it was searching, stalking something. Clouds of the fog brushed against hotel building slowly making even seeing the sidewalk imposable as the sound of beating wings could be heard in the sky above. Inside of the hotel the screeching of gears could be heard coupled with what only could be described as industrial noise, her only hints of what was to come.\nIt started out softly, like a whisper. As time went by it grew building in strength as it covered the entire city of silent hill before finally making its way to the hotel. The siren was monstrous in sound blearing out loudly with it undeterminable noise as it demanded to be known. With its deafening howl of the sirens a slightly quieter noise started to join in, the sizzling sound of the walls around her starting to change as the wallpaper ripped over to reveal the rusted underbelly. Finally the sirens started to quiet down as the room around her completely changed itself.\nNo longer was she resting on a couch but rather a cold hard bench, which started to break under her weight as one leg flew across the floor. Hanger over her head now was a chandelier with all of the candles out and the cord that it was hanging by making a slight stretching noise as it threatened to let the large object go. The front door which she had entered was now bordered up as planks of wood where used to people from going threw it as well as the windows. Just past the lobby was a large staircase the lead to the seconded floor and in the center of the floor visible from where she was standing were the double doors of an elevator along with two long rows of door three doors on each side. From everything in this new room a slight stream of stem came from it.\nThen slightly out of sight from where she laid on the same floor as her was a panting, unviable at such a distance but its size and stature made it stick out on the other wise empty walls.\nFootsteps could be heard nearing her as the industrial noise continued giving the entire place a life of its own. On the lobby counter the large radio that state on it started to roar out silence as the footsteps started to near her slowly. Being completely surround in darkness she was unable to see what was around her, what was closing in on her.\nThe sound of something bumping a counter ringed out as the small 14 inch t..v. Located a few feet away from her turned on shined on her predator. It squirmed around wildly as it neared her slowly stumbling around slightly before gaining it composure and continuing it path towards her. Nearing her the Patient quickly launched out at her ready to attack."
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"value": "Her body was huddled in a strange curled position as she rested on the seemingly comfortable couch. Her head had tucked down, like she was in the fetal position, and her chin was resting on the cold glass of the flashlight. The room was a bit cold, but the little bit of sunlight poking through the door was warming the place up by at least two degrees. Of course, when the door closed, whether it was just the sunlight being taken away or something else, the room dropped in about ten degrees, leaving Aimee Jade??s sleeping body shivering.\nAt first, as the industrial noise started, it worked into her dream. It was strange, haunting almost. Her dream consisted of a room filled with gears. Slowly they began turning, and she began searching the room, looking for what was turning them. For once, though, her dreamlike self was nineteen years old. This was quite different from the young girl in pink pajamas that usually plagued her dreams, obviously a younger self. The fact that she was older in this dream wouldn??t have been a big deal except for the fact that she never dreamed of herself at her age. Strange?\nHer frail body walked around the cold room, fog creeping up around her legs and slowly over her body. It felt like it was filling her lungs, making it hard to breathe; and then suddenly she heard a laugh. Looking around, her body spinning 360 degrees, she found the culprit.\nIt was a strange looking monster. At least, she thought it was a monster. At first she thought it was a strange shadow just moving on its own, that is until she saw the actual body of the thing. It was twitching and gurgling as it turned a few gears, its body looking like a human??s except for the flesh, which appeared to have been completely ripped off. It had no eyes, but it could sense that Aimee Jade was behind it. An angry squeal came from what Aimee Jade could only assume was its mouth. Then, with a jolt, Aimee Jade was woken up, the squeal from the creature actually being the ringing throughout the streets.\nShe sat up quickly, accidentally smacking her chin against the flashlight. ??Ouch,? She mumbled, gently pressing two fingers against her chin to make sure she hadn??t cut it. But her attention towards her own body was quickly dismissed as a crackling sound was heard throughout the building. Her eyes widened a bit more and before she could stand up she could actually feel the couch turning into a cold, hard bench.\nJumping up just as the bench broke, she then looked up at the rickety chandelier. Shaking her head in disbelief she took a few steps away from it, her footsteps echoing through the room and then being returned. Something was coming towards her. ??H-hello?? She called out into the darkness, her grip on the flashlight tightening. Nothing responded. ??Is somebody there?!?? She cried out, hoping to get a response. She was shortly interrupted by the radio, which blared out static, and she went to grab for her ears, as if covering them from the sound. And then she heard the bump just before the television turned on.\nShe screamed out, looking at the writhing thing which reminded her slightly of the creature in her dream. ??Stay away f-from me!? She screamed at it, yet it came towards her and, once close enough, lunged. Crying out, she began flailing her arms out, the flashlight in one of them. Her eyes were shut tightly, as if protecting her from anything around her. Once she felt the flashlight bump into something, her eyes opened slightly. It had hit the creature square in the head and caused it to fall to the floor. Before it could get up, Aimee Jade made a run for it, not noticing anything around her except for the stairs and the elevator. She wasn??t going to change the elevator, it didn??t even look like it would work. So, she went for the stairs, sprinting up them as fast as her legs would let her."
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"value": "As she made her way up the staircase the steps behind her started to break, one by one they crumbled making it imposable for her to go back the way she came. Behind her on the lobby floor the patient started to swim around wildly on the floor as it attempted to continue chasing her to no successes. The second floor was designed to slightly over look the first before leading into four different directions which where lined with different apartments. Still screeching from the front desk was the radio as it bleared out loudly signaling that the patent downstairs was still alive. It seemed to remain directly in the middle of the floor swimming around wildly right in the path of the overhead chandelier.\nEach four direction of the seconded floor seemed to look exactly like the others, as there were slight cracks in the floor and wall. On both the left and right side of her the floor was gone leaving nothing but a bottomless hole on ether side of her. Behind her was a long dark hallway where all the doors in it was bordered up or there lock was broken, except for two room ??116? and the ??115? as they where just locked.\nIn order to get to the northern side of the seconded floor she would have use the small bit of ground left on ether the right and left side of it. This was made slightly easer with the railing that, fore while the staircase was gone she could still use its railing as balance to get across, however if she fell she would fall into nothingness.\nOn the north side their was a elevator door as well as two doors, one being the stair case the other being the room ??101?.\nBehind her a light moaning sound could be heard as the two doors located behind her started to leak out a black liquid that slowly found its way into the middle of the little hallway. Forming a small pool of blood it started boil over before a long thin arm moved out of it stretching out before slamming onto the ground hard. Pushing on the ground a young girl looking creature started to pull itself out of the blood its head twisting at strange angels as it did as her long black hair continued to cover her face.\nIt started to crawl at the ground towards her slowly before going fast scratching as it peeling away the wood of the floor as it tried to pull itself out of the pool but failed. While it was still stuck it was more then able to reach her with its long slinky arms as grabbed onto her ankle and started to pull at her trying to take her down into the dark pool of blood with it."
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"value": "The roar of wheels could be heard, rolling down the pavement, this was his music since the battery in his only outlet of music ran out of energy. He wasn't complaining it was indeed peaceful all things considering. He was moving out of the house he had spent all his life in to live with his father. Though he was eighteen and had all right to move out. He had no money or anything to move out with, so he was forced to turn to his father, whom he had not seen since he was young. All he knew was he was a scientist, and as his mother called him, a crack scientist. Apparently all of his works she said were useless. Yet never the less he figured it would be interesting to live with him. After all, with him being a crack scientist, there would be a number of odd inventions he could find out how they worked. He himself, was a tinker, more into mechanical marvels then anything new scientific wise.\nHe enjoyed building helpful machines, rather then boring old stuff. This fact is most likely what enticed his father to let him stay, so he could help him with his machines. This didn't bother him at all, he would enjoy it. After all he would be able to have the dogs there. Truly he missed Mimi and Luna, for he hadn't seen them since he graduated. His mother had basically kicked him out while he was on vacation. Which was one thing that hurt but he saw it coming, after all he wouldn't let go of his dogs. It was as he was deep in thought that his phone began to ring. 'Yo, Hiro-' was the only thing that was legible through out the conversation. It wasn't long before he pulled up to the shop his father worked at or rather owned. Pulling through the parking lot he, parked in the back hopping out of the moving truck.\n\"Who would think a crack scientist owned a bakery, well lets go see my girls.\" Hiro spoke, heading to the back door, unlocking it, heading in. He wasn't surprised it was slightly messy in the back, one stair case going up and the other going down. He figured his dogs were upstairs, so he began heading up. \"Mimi, Luna! Im here girls!\" Hiro yelled wondering when he would hear the patter of paws. He was surprised at the size of the upstairs, at least to levels, he was on the first level which should help. Heading to his new room, he slowly opened the door it creaking open, unknown to him what he would find."
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"value": "It had truly been a long time since Hiro had even seen his father. Ever since the divorce, there had been many tensions between him and Hiro's mother. However, she had gotten tired of living with him and had quickly sent him off to live with his father, who certainly wasn't her favorite person in the world. Of course, his father was certainly an odd individual who had prided himself of being a scientist, perhaps not the most successful though. He had managed to get some odd experiments to work, but so far there was nothing worth commending. Upon hearing of Hiro coming to live with him, he had been at work once again. In a brief conversation with him, he had mentioned quite a surprise for him, though never went into any detail...\nHiro's two dogs had been moved from his mother's house to his father's, as she wasn't fond of having to take care of them alone. After all, it was Hiro who was constantly looking over them and playing with them. Both were healthy females: Mimi, an energetic Border Collie, and Luna, and tough Siberian Husky. t had been a long time indeed since Hiro had seen them, and they would certainly be just as excited as he was to see them. Unknown to him however, this pair of canines had a major part in his father's experiments, but he had no way of knowing that quite yet. It would have to wait until Hiro had discovered it himself, and he would certainly be shocked. Nobody thought it would ever happened, but his father had really outdone himself this time.\nAs he walked up the stairs calling for them, a few bumps could be heard on the door. If he listened carefully there seemed to be...voices? He hadn't heard anything about visitors. As the door swung open, there was a blur in front of him, and suddenly he could feel himself being pushed back onto the ground, followed by a few licks on his cheek. Certainly he could assume it was his faithful pets, but... \"Welcome home Master! We missed you so much!\" Sitting right on top of him was a girl, looking like around 17, but she had certain qualities that made her stand out. She had short black hair, with a bit of white at the tips, and what appeared to be a large pair of...dog ears on her head. If he looked behind her, he would see a bushy black tail, swishing wildly from side to side. the color of her hair seemed to match that of his Collie, Mimi. She was wearing only a white bra with a pair of matching panties. Her beautiful blue eyes stared down at Hiro, a bright smile on her face. \"I'm so glad to see you again!\" she said, again leaning in to lick at his cheek."
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"value": "For years Hiro's mother had hated his dogs. Even when they were pups she hated them. Yet Hiro took care of them, and never done them bad. Even so, they were always out in the back yard. When he was young he built them a rather large and well thought out dog house. This was his first product and it was well thought out and made for a someone his age at the time. Yet his mother had tried to sabotage it a number of times. She really didn't want these dogs, yet her new husband had allowed it, as his end of a deal. For years his mother tried to do one thing or another to get rid of them. Yet Hiro out witted her at every step, only thinking it was coincidence that those things happened.\nYet after recent evens he slowly began to realize that it wasn't. Yet that was all in the past he still had his girls, after all. In the moments he opened the door he expected something to hit him, and it did. He knew Mimi would react like this to him just coming back. She always did, she was a fun loving dog after all. \"Hahaha Mimi sto-\" Hiro said stopping when he heard a voice? Someone was talking to him, and that was not something a dog could do. Looking up he saw a girl who looked a bit younger then he was ontop of him. He was to say the least confused by this. But noting her outfit and how she called him master, he began to think.\nDid his father pay some whores to greet him or something? They did have on what seemed to be fake dog ears and a tail. Hiro blinked looking up at her, before reaching up and tugging on her ears roughly. They didn't come off, then he proceeded to do the same with her tail, again wouldn't come off. \"What the hell?\" Hiro spoke at last he seemed more intrigued then surprised. His father was a scientist and a lonely older man, so he expected something weird, but nothing like this. He did indeed wonder where in hell his dogs were, seeing as nether of them would like strangers barging in. Especially when he had called them to him. The pieces of the puzzle didn't quite click into his head at the moment. But without a doubt they were about to."
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"value": "The two had certainly been quite a handful throughout the years. There were always thoughts that dogs could be just as intelligent as humans if not more so. On several occasions at Hiro's mother's house, she was always looking for ways to get rid of them. However, these dogs were quite smart. She had tried many times to just let them outside, though they would not budge from the front door. Many other incidents would ensue and it seemed his mother would give up at any time. Mimi was always very playful and energetic since she was a puppy and she was constantly looking to play with Hiro. And like any dog looking to play, they appear as though they are never satisfied, leaving Hiro exhausted by the time he decided to head back home.\nThe girl looked back down at him, a rather curious look on her face. \"Master? Don't you recognize me?\" she asked. Her voice seemed a bit childish but her body was that of no child. Her C-cup breasts were basically right in Hiro's face, a pleasant smell coming from her. Before she could say anymore, he had begun tugging at her ears and tail, and that did not go well with her. \"Ah! Ow!\" she cried as he tugged at her ears. Though when he pulled at her tail, she had given a more extreme response. She suddenly let out a loud cry of pain, almost a yelp of some sort, pushing off him and falling back on her behind. \"Master! You know fully well not to pull my tail!\" she said. If he listened carefully, he could actually hear a faint growl coming from her. If she was a human as he had guessed, he would still have to be quite impressed with how her growl sounded much like a dog. \"Come on Master! Look at this!\" she said, almost climbing on him again but fiddling with a little charm that hung around a collar over her neck. It read, 'Mimi'.\nInside of his room he could hear the springs of the bed, as though someone was coming off. Soft footsteps sounded and another girl had appeared in the doorway, looking down at the two on the floor. \"Geez, how irresponsible of you. You haven't seen us in years and you give us quite the welcome. This girl also had a pair of ears and a tail, though her hair was a little longer and a silver color. Her eyes were a light emerald and she was wearing a dark red bra and panties. She looked older than the other girl most definitely. She looked like she was around Hiro's age, maybe even a year older. You had called for us, but I told her to wait here. Your father locked us up in here to wait. \"She also had a collar around her neck with a similar charm, though it read, 'Luna'. \"Well? Did you get us anything while you were away?\" she asked quite sternly."
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"value": "He truly didn't recognize her, which was easy to say. A dog becoming humanoid was not something you would see normally. It slowly began to hit him, of what had happened. More so when he heard her growling, yet the kickers where there collars. No one else could of made those collars. He could recognize them anywhere. After all he had made them with his first real invention. The names were written in more or less a child's writing, his own none the less. He was a bit annoyed with Luna's comment none the less, irresponsible. \"Maybe dog years, it's only been two months...\" Hiro said with a sigh, he seemed to of resigned himself to this.\nOddly enough he was calm and level headed about this. Accepting it in a instant, this was most likely due to a fact of a conversation he had with his father not long ago. He had commented on working on bio-genetics's, at one point. For some odd reason he remembered it. Hiros eye twitched as he came fully to the acceptance of things. Placing his index and middle finger against his eyes he rubbed, trying as if to elevate a headache. \"I did, but that was assuming the two of you were both still dogs....\" Hiro groaned as he sat upright shaking his head. As he complied his thoughts of what had happened in the past two months. \"Let me take a wild guess of what has happened.... My father, used both of you in a bio-genetics operation, that turned both of you into humanoid's, in which you are now. But he ran away, knowing full well that if I saw him, despite how ever my reaction to this knowledge that I would be causing him severe pain right now. Am I getting everything right so far, Luna...?\" Hiro asked, his full attention directed at the clearly more intelligent and well informed of the two. Yet this did not surprise him, Luna was always the more well behaved and attentive of the two, possibly due to her breed."
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"value": "Mimi's growling seemed to have died down after a while, suddenly reverting back to her cheerful and playful self once more. She once again went in to lick at Hiro's cheek, showing that even in her new form, her habits as a dog had still carried on. She was quite glad that he seemed to recognize them, but she wasn't exactly thinking about just how difficult this must be for him. For her, she really hadn't changed much except for the fact she could talk to him now. She was rather lost in the conversation, not even sure about what he was saying about his father. \"Well, I remember he said that he had somewhere to go. He told us to wait here for you Master!\" she said, nuzzling up against him affectionately.\nLuna crossed her arms over her chest, a little surprised at how well he had accepted their transformation. She had been told personally by Hiro's father about the transformation, as well as some other things that any adult woman would know. She avoided mentioning such things to Mimi since she would probably not listen anyway. She was too much like a naive child. \"Hmm...well you are right about the experiment. I am well aware of how...interesting your father is.\" She walked out as well, though she remained standing above him. \"\"But yes, he isn't here at the moment. In fact, he told me he would leave somewhere for a few days on important business.\" Mimi looked up at them. \"Eh? Business?\""
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"value": "\"Knowing him from the vague memories, his, 'Business' happens to be running away, in hopes I will not be so inclined to punch his face inward because of what he did, upon his return...\" Hiro stated clearly, he could clearly see, nothing except the fact, they where humanoid and talking now had changed. Mimi was still air headed, and hyper, and Luna was down to earth, and at this time quite helpful. \"So what else did he tell you?\" Hiro spoke, as he placed his hand on Mimi's head and began rubbing. This was clearly to get her to stop licking his face at the moment. He did take note that he would have to tend to the house and move in by himself. But he figured that, he looked around a bit, the door next to his room, he was told were his other 'item' his mother sent was. His father had explained to him that he lived on the third floor, and the fourth was empty. The shop was rather large, as it was originally a boarding house. Hiro wondered how long these two had been in there, or what his father had taught them. It did come into his mind about his father, 'doing' things of a sexual nature to them. \"\nDid my father, ever try to, say, mount either of you, or touch those areas?\" Hiro asked, wanting to know how hard he was going to beat the crap out of his father. Hiro was protective of them when they were dogs, and no doubt he would be even more so now, they were humanoid. They would be prime targets for men, and he would have to watch them closely. Luna not so much, but Mimi, he would really have to watch."
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"value": "Luna rolled her eyes slightly at Hiro's words. \"While he is known for questionable acts, you shouldn't think of him in such a way. I believe he truly is away with business.\" she said. It even seemed that she was comfortable with his father, despite his truly strange antics and experiments. Mimi murred softly as he started to rub at her head. It was something Hiro had to do even when she was a dog. She couldn't help but show her affection for her master. \"Well, he did mention watching over the shop. From what I had noticed though, not many people drop by.\" Mimi glanced back up at Luna, a little smile on her face. \"That's because you make scary faces at everyone that passes by.\" Luna grumbled softly at her words, clearly trying to hide the fact she was right. \"Tch. Someone might steal something.\" she said. It was quite ironic on her part since she would sometimes swipe some things and hide them.\nHis next question however surprised Luna a bit, not so much Mimi but even she looked up curiously at him. Luna had spoken up first, keeping a rather cool composure. \"He has done no such thing. Ever since we were taken here, he has done nothing but care for us. I know he's an odd one, but he never had any intentions of doing that. Besides, even if he did I'd have ripped out his throat by now!\" she said, looking a little ticked off. Mimi then spoke up. \"Master's father would only pet us.\" she said. \"He truly is a kind person.\""
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"value": "Hiro grinned at both of them, they really were the same. Sighing he thought Luna did have a point, he was talking with them a after all. But he still believed that was how his father was, especially after talking to him yesterday, none the less, and he heard nothing of him having to do anything. He laughed at there antics, of the girls. That was indeed something that she would do, he could see her still as a dog doing that. Now days it wouldn't be as frightening, though many would still stay away from her, glaring out the window at them. It would be a amusing thing to see there antics now that they were humanoid. He wasn't surprised by her next answer it was just like her. \"That's good, I was a bit worried, since he is a older man, and hasn't had anything like dating since the divorce or so he told me.\" He spoke in a calm tone, explaining why he said, what he had before. He stood up pulling Mimi up into a standing position.\nHiro wrapped his arms around both there necks, petting there heads from behind. \"You both did good, thank you girls.\" Hiro said chuckling a bit before releasing both of them. \"Have you two eaten?\" He spoke smiling as he headed into the room looking around taking note, at everything, it was a nice little apartment."
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"value": "Luna gave Mimi a little 'hmph' as she tried to shake off the fact she still glared at people as they walked by. They had not brought up the fact that he did give them some odd looks, but that was it. Of course, they perhaps expected it. Luckily it had not progressed any further than that. Mimi looked up at him as he brought up his father dating. That was not a term she had heard of. \"Huh? Master, what's dating?\" she asked. Luna was quick to step in on the subject poking Mimi in the back of the head gently. \"That's not something you need to be thinking about right now.\" she muttered. \"Hey! Don't poke me like that!\" she muttered, growling softly at Luna, who didn't seem the least bit intimidated.\nOf course, even as dogs they would fight with each other, mainly playing though. Sometimes they fought over things like food and toys as well. though when it came to fighting for Hiro's attention, Mimi always seemed to find ways of beating Luna. Maybe it was because she was more focused on guarding the house, but it didn't mean she wasn't fond of her master. Now that they were all standing, it could be seen that Mimi was about the same height as Hiro, and Luna was a few inches taller. Mimi let out a small murr as he patted her, and even Luna couldn't help but at least smile as he did. Mimi tilted her head slightly. \"Well, I do remember having some biscuits earlier today.\" \"Yeah, but you were just shoving them in your face. You'll get fat.\" Luna said, a slight grin on her face. \"W-what?! How dare you!\" Mimi cried, baring her...teeth at Luna. It could bee seen that their canines were still around the same size as when they were dogs."
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"value": "Hiro had to agree with Luna, on the fact of explaining dating to her. That was a complicated subject to try and explain to a dog, who was a creature that would mate with a number of other dogs. Then again, that was kinda like what dating was, mating with a number of people till you found the one you wanted to stay with. He just hoped Mimi, hadn't come to the realization that being in a humanoid form she could mate with her master. After all that would cause some problems right now at least. He Listened to them bicker about Mimi getting fat and couldn't help but laugh. Turning back to both of them he laughed a bit, it was funny to see. \"I doubt Mimi will get fat, she moves around a lot so she will burn it off quick, and Luna your too mean to get fat, you'll just kick 'fats' ass.\" Hiro laughed joking with them. Luna might get a kick out of his comment though. \"Alright, all make you a real human meal, after all your humans now... Well sort of I guess.\" Hiro told them, he headed straight into the kitchen of 'there' apartment.\nHe knew it was stocked full of food. He was wasting no time getting things. He had given his father a list of stuff to get. After all he hadn't really eaten since he left this morning and that was early in the morning, and it was early evening now. He prepped the needed ingredients for curry rice. He hoped this was there first real human meal. Though it would take a while to make. He knew the two would keep themselves occupied, or would be darting around him. Though it wouldn't be the first time he would have someone clinging onto him as he cooked, human or not."
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"value": "Mimi seemed a little disappointed that she wouldn't have dating explained to her, then again she really wasn't one to argue. She quickly forgot about the subject and decided to focus on other things. Going off of her master's comment, she stuck her tongue briefly at Luna. Luna growled softly as she suddenly lashed forward, looking as though she'd bite off Mimi's tongue. \"Ack! No!\" Mimi cried, hiding behind Hiro. Luna couldn't help but at least chuckle a bit at his joke. \"Well, that would be true. There's no way I'll be getting fat. Just watch how much you're eating Mimi. You already broke your record of half a box.\" she said, a little yawn coming from her.\nMimi's eyes seemed to brighten at Hiro's next words. \"Ah! We get to have human food! Yay!\" she said, hugging her master tightly from behind. That would have proved bad for them if they were still dogs. In fact, they had tried numerous times to still some food from them, but of course it was for their good. Perhaps in their new form, it would be quite different. Luna also seemed quite interested, not exactly showing the same enthusiasm as Mimi. \"Well, that would be nice. It's not like I mind the treats we always get.\" she said, already starting to head to the kitchen. \"Master! What are you going to be cooking?\" Mimi asked, following closely behind him."
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"value": "\"Be nice to your sister Luna, and don't taunt your sister Mimi.\" Hiro spoke, from the kitchen hearing the two of them. He always referred to the two of them as sisters, since they were like his girls, and they were family. Hiro seemed to be the middle man between maturity's, in the group. He was surprised at how much she had eaten. That was a lot, and would make a dog quite ill, but now that she was humanoid, it was clear she didn't have that problem. \"Are we talking, the boxes the the people bring, or ones we sell?\" Hiro called out asking Luna, he was curious. If she ate like that she would get at least chubby. He did laugh at her hugging him from behind, patting her on the head. \"Yes, but your both humans now, so you should be eating human food now, rather then dog food. After all you can now have milk and such, so a lot of tasty foods have been opened up for you.\" Hiro commented back at Luna. He knew they would still like dog food and such.\nBut he now had to treat them as humans, well, he had to treat Luna like one, and Mimi like a little girl. He shook his head and continued on prepping the food, he made it clear he wasn't going to tell Mimi. It took a while but once it was finally done, he made plate for the three of them, placing them on the kitchen table. It then hit him, \"Luna, Mimi, do you two know how to use the silverware?\" Hiro asked, a quite legitimate question. If not he would have to show them, and that would indeed be a pain."
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"value": "Mimi and Luna both flashed a couple glances at each other before looking away. In the meantime, Luna had gone around to patrol as usual. It was likely that she would head down to the bottom floor again to glare at anyone that came by. She had still managed to hear Hiro's words. \"Both.\" she said before she was out of view. Mimi in the meantime just watch intently at everything Hiro was doing, her tail wagging a bit behind her as he patted her head again. \"Ooh! Milk now? Yay!\" she said, licking at his cheek again. After a couple minutes of waiting, she had actually let go of him, stretching out a bit as she waited. Of course, every now and then she'd pop up suddenly behind him to see what he was doing.\nAfter a while, Luna had come back from her patrol, scratching the back of her head gently. Mimi glanced over to her, a sly grin on her face. \"Ah...so who'd you scare off this time?\" she asked. At the time she had plopped herself down on the floor. Luna grumbled softly at her comment. \"Nobody was really walking on this side, though some people came at the door. I knew not to let them in so I made them go away.\" she said, turning to face Hiro. Mimi looked up at him as well. \"Huh? Silverware?\" \"Not at all. We have still had the same food even after the transformation.\" Luna said."
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"value": "With that much even if she did move so much, she would get pudgy at least, and that wasn't a very pleasant idea. Mimi was far to physical, for her to gain a lot of wight would be painful for him. It made him make a check list, that he would have to regulate how much Mimi ate. \"Yes milk, now you can eat ice cream, cake, and a number of other things, without getting really sick.\" Hiro commented, reminding her of what had happened the last time she had tried eating it. She nearly died, but she did learn not to eat them after that. He was glad when she let go, it removed her problems. Hiro listened into there comments, finding it slightly funny. Luna didn't really look as frightening as she used to, especially wearing her bra and panties. \"Luna, I doubt that your going to really frighten anyone wearing that, and even less without anything. Hell you would attract a lot of men if you wore nothing. Though that would be a bad thing...\" Hiro commented as he made both of them sit in a chair. He sat in between the two pulling them where they were both in arms reach of one another.\nHe sighed at the fact he would have to show them how. But then again, they were like children, that were smarter. \"Alright, just watch and try mimic me.\" Hiro spoke taking the spoon scooping the curry, and rice into one scoop. Raising it to his mouth he chomped down on it. He just went on eating, as a continual example for the two of them."
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"value": "The two girls sat down at the table next to him, still giving some strange glances at one another, but once the food was placed in front of them, their focus was directed towards their master's cooking. Mimi seemed quite excited about getting to eat all these new foods now. She had indeed remembered that one time where she had gotten some ice cream, and she turned out very sick. It was quite serious and she almost died. Thankfully, she held on and the vets took good care of her. It didn't seem like that would be a problem right now. Luna raised an eyebrow slightly at Hiro's comment. Of course, she didn't have anything else to wear, but she wasn't thinking about that when on duty. \"Huh? I'm not trying to frighten anyone. I'm trying to see who's not a bad person. And as for your suggestion, I think I'll pass.\" she said. It would indeed be a problem if a whole bunch of men starting coming to the shop because of her. And if they also saw Mimi it'd get even more chaotic.\nMimi listened intently as Hiro took the silverware to show them how to eat with them. Luna rested her head on her hand for now, a rather bored expression on her face as she watched. She was all for just grabbing it and eating, but she could tell it would make quite a mess. They both seemed quite interested in how easily he had shown them, and they both decided to try. They both got the spoon, but they were already having trouble just holding it properly. Mimi was even holding it backwards! Luna had managed to grab a bit and cautiously raise it to her mouth, suddenly biting down on it. A soft clang could be heard as her teeth grabbed the spoon roughly, and she had gotten the curry down as well. \"Ow...\" she said, taking it out. Mimi had to lean in low to try and get some with the spoon, shoveling in a good amount into her mouth and chewing on it. After she swallowed she let out a small little whine. \"Ah...it's hot!\" she said, her tongue hanging out as she fanned herself."
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"value": "Hansel and Gretel threw up what was left of the witch the first day they had eaten far too much of the old hard meat. They had not planned to try it again but they had months if not years and neither knew how to hunt. Two young children had made great bait for all kinds of lowlifes in the woods. \"Sister i think it is time we went home\" No doubt they woudl not be recognized by there parents after so much time away.\nHe could not wait to eat mother she would make a good treat after he violated and abused her the way they might have been. \"You think i look good in this\" it was the outfit of a traveling bible salesman and was the only thing that really fit him. The hunters and woodsmen had been to big even for his new body. His sister and him had done little things to each other maily saving the abuse for there victims.\nHe kissed her on the lips as he had her do up the bow tie as she had for there father he wanted to looks good. \"And what will the lady be wearing\". He woudl burn the house down when they left to many memories. The house had been gnawed on mainly from when they were kids before the got a taste for human flesh. He took one last handful for the road along with a pack of dried human and animal flesh."
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"value": "There was blood on the floor and there were bones here and there, but for the most part, the house was rather clean. With a witch as big as she was and cooked in the manner that she was, you couldn't help but get a little hungry and imagine yourself eating something other than a person. However, growing up in the woods as young children and realizing that candy wasn't going to feed you for however long your stay was, eating that woman was the best option. Neither of them could hunt, and even if Hansel had grown properly into the fitting young man that he should be, it didn't mean he knew how to hunt. . Or at least, not animals.\nWatching as her brother got himself dressed, she smiled softly because the old witch had posessed numerous costumes, truthfully not sure as to why, Gretel watched as her brother got dressed then moved to her and asked an opinion, tilting her head softly. \"Like a bible salesman.\" Her response came with a soft smile, returning the gentle kiss he gave her on the lips before fixing his bow tie properly, brushing it off before moving to pick up the outfit she had chosen. Getting dressed only took her a good ten minutes, carefully brushing off the ends of her short dress, the red and black plaid dress that stopped at mid thigh length, the white collar of the dress being fixed properly.\nGretel slid herself onto the bed and pulled a set of thigh highs onto her legs, fixing the bows that began them at the top, she slid her feet into a pair of heels, fortunately, all the time she had been with the witch she had been forced into uncomfortable situations, including wearing heels. Up until about the point that she was comfortable enough to run in them, Gretel fixed the satin matching plaid hair bow that rested in her hair, loose curls of brown falling forward before looking over to her brother, \"I'm ready when you are.\" Gretel was a student, who happened to just get lost in the woods while looking for her class who was doing a study of the plants in the forest. That was her alibi just as his was a traveling bible salesman.\nSuch a sweet looking girl, with her curvy figure and basket full of necessary things, couldn't possibly be the cannibal that she was. Sadly, you were all too mistaken."
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"value": "They road much of the way in the back of a truck the man did not even see the shovel coming till it caved in his skull. Blood had spattered over the bib that he had pit on allowing him to eat some of the man raw. \"Look he is waking up\" he made the man hard for his sister who had already taken of her panties. He gave her a kiss on the lips running his hands between her legs to make sure she was ready for him. 'hurry up sister he wont last long\" normally they would have tied his balls to make it last.\nHe pulled out his map and place it on the front of the car looking for the house that he had grown up in. The man was screaming as his sister made ready for him her kisses were more like flesh tearing bites. \"Sister when we get there do you want to drug them or take them while they sleep\" he asked he wanted revenge on both of them. They had been normal children until the witch had turned them wrong.\nThe knife slipped out he would end the man before he could fight back and hurt his little sister. \"You having fun\" sometimes they switched on and off with the men and women the homophobia always made it worse for them. He was puzzling if he should smoke the man or flame cook him when he came. \"poor sister did he come to quick\" he asked cutting his throat as he kissed his young sister on the lips. \"you know most men are pigs not at all like big brother\" he smiled cupping her chest."
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"value": "The trip wasn't too long, considering she was used to waiting for the things that she wanted, knowing how this was going to turn out, the female's sheer pink panties were exposed as the man awoke to see her slender legs parted and open. This was one of the ways that she intended to get her meals, her sex appeal that she didn't mind using when it came down to it, her panties tossed only lightly to the side, knowing she was going to go back and get them later on. Straddling the man's lap, her lips sucked at the man's and her teeth tugged in a slight tearing manner, nipping at his lips and causing the bottom lip to bleed. \"Take them in their sleep!\"\nA soft giggle emerging on her lips as she bit him again, the man was getting frustrated with her, aroused though frustrated and with bleeding lips, however, Gretel looked over to her brother when he asked if she was having fun. Unfortunately, he had done exactly what she didn't want him to do, coming quick out of being overly excited and his life was ended simply, a pout spread on her lips as she folded her arms tightly over her full bust, staring down at the ground. \"He got too damn excited.\" She grumbled, her pout still there as well as a bit of blood painting her lips red, Gretel blinked just lightly when he kissed her lips in the tender way he generally did.\nLeaning against his hands when he cupped her breasts, Gretel pulled her brother forward and against her as she sat on the edge of the truck, her legs dangling off the back and setting hin between her open legs, \"Let's play.\" Her voice was soft, a hint of demanding nestled into it as well, the female held her grip tightly onto the collar of her brother's shirt, pulling him down against her."
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"value": "He pushed her back sliding her arms behind her head it made her chest smaller like when she was little. He bit gently at her neck he knew she loved to be controlled the men she slept with were to much of a wimp. \"You know sister that we wont be able to do this in public\" people might wonder who they were. They could either go back to there old identities or be lovers in public one could not have everything.\nHe climbed up onto the back of the truck pushing his pants down he could see that she was shaved like he loved. The cum leaking out of her snatch only made him want her more then he always did. \"you know you are becoming an addict to my cock\" his shaft slid up and down her young snatch. He had taker her long ago the first night after they killed and ate the old woman after months of being her slave.\n\"You have to wait for good things\" he stuffed a candy cane into her mouth the first thing that she had placed into her own young body. He then shoved the other into her ass she loved having every hole filled. \"So father or mother first, i always hated that bitch but it may be better to make father watch\" He thrust into her at last tearing her front and covering it in chocolate hoping the cloths did not get dirty. \"as sweet as ever Gretel\" he licked her ample chest."
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"value": "It caused her to pout when he stated that they wouldn't be able to have their sexual fun in public, it just wasn't fair that after all that time he was still worried about people finding out who they were. They had lived in the goddamn forest for Christ's sake. But she knew her brother was simply figuring out what was within their better interests as far as their cannibalism went. Biting softly onto her bottom lip though, a soft moan escaped her lips and her mind washed away any thoughts of what would become of their future. Her calves hiking up to his waist once he found himself climbing onto the truck as well, her warm eyes stared up at him and a soft bite was given to her full lips.\n\"Hansel~!\" Her voice was soft when he stated she was becoming an addict to his cock, and considering he was her first, she knew that if she hadn't had any better than her brother, she probably was going to go back to the cock that she was most familiar with; His. Her calves still placed along his waist, gently licking her lips softly all the while watching him when he stated that she had to wait for her good things, she pouted even with the candy cane in her mouth, expertly moving it to the side of her mouth. Evidently, she was practiced with things in her mouth, candy or penis. Squeaking softly when he jammed another candy cane into her tight rear, sucking gently on the candy cane, it had always been one of her favorite candies.\n\"I want to take her. You can make daddy watch, but I want her.\" She spoke now, her eyes full of seriousness before being filled with a bit of lust once he filled her final hole up, body shivering at the cold chocolate against her skin and so her moans began."
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"value": "Hansel had gotten into a pattern of eating human flesh and candy when ever he fucked his sweet young sister. Pouring the chocolate over bountiful chest he enjoyed the mix mo black chocolate and white flesh. His hands dug into her firm young skin as he slammed into her tight young body he could see her thrust back. \"You can have her any way you want her\" he wondered if she would enjoy the candy cane treatment. He could only imagine his mother stuffed full of cady while dear sister girnds on her.\n\"You know i love it when you cum all over my cock\" they were only a few miles from home the place no doubt would be almost the same. He had all the tools in a black back chloroform, rope, and a sack full of candy. He could see his sister almsot thrusting her chest into his mouth it was clear she was not happy. \"come on sis after we kill mom and dad we can move away and do all the things you want to\" if she was not his sister he would have called her a show boating whore, sometimes he did. ."
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"value": "Though she was enjoying her brother's hard thrusts that caused the truck to shake a bit, amazingly enough, she still kept a pout on her face whenever she wasn't moaning; Sure, it was a bit difficult to do, but you didn't know Gretel. Her lips curling into a smile however when he stated that she could have their stepmother any way she pleased, she was going to have far too much fun when they arrived at their old home, Gretel continued to suck absentmindedly on the candy cane, starting to suck the red color off. With everything filling her up in such a way, Gretel was coming closer to her climax, her curvy figure shivering hard beneath him before letting out something near a half scream.\nHer body shuddering beneath his as he came inside of her as well, Gretel moved one of her hands and gently slid the candy cane out of her mouth, running it over one of the very few chocolate spots that her brother hadn't licked up lovingly. Sticking it in his mouth as she sat up, licking her lips softly as she gently pushed him off her, sitting on the back edge of the truck again, her legs spread and the remains of the chocolate across her breasts, she looked as though she had just been fucked by some sort of candy monster, \"That means you can't touch her Hansel.\" She added, raising her legs slightly and pulling the other candy cane from her tighter hole."
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"value": "He shot his eyes to the side like he always did when he did not get his way, the idea of having dear old dad was not the best. \"Fine but you have to take dad i don't want to leave him hard\" he had don his share of stuff but he was still a cunt and not a cock man. He once made a necklace of cocks and tits for his sister like a trophy belt. He felt her cum around his cock as she sucked on the candy cane again. \"You know yo always get you're way\". sometime he had to get rough with her when she was on he blue balling moods.\nHe came deep inside of her fate had yet to bring up the issue of children for which he was more then a little grateful. He could recall when he tried to pull out in the early times, sometimes he did and sometimes he did not. Pulling back on his cloths he dragged the man into the ditch piling dirt on top of him. \"I got this for you\" it was a candy cane 4 inches thick and several feet long it could be broken into several pieces. He climbed into the cab after he was dressed after watching her.\n\"So what are you going to do to her sis\" kissing her he licked up every but of candy that she had missed on her mouth. The house was even more run down then the old witched cabin it made his heart warm. Then he saw his mother she looked almost exactly the same where dads car should be there was a tomb stone. Had there father died or was it another man stepping out he kept the hat over his face. \"mam do you need a bible\" he asked suppressing a laugh from deep down."
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"value": "Rolling her eyes because her brother didn't want to leave their dad hard, she couldn't picture it, although she knew that he would easily be the one to kill their father. . Just not toy with his sexual emotions, as apparently, that was where she came in. Fixing her bow accordingly in her hair once he returned from 'burying' the dead man, Gretel blinked softly when he handed her the large candy cane, her eyes lighting up with excitement, \"Hansel!\" He always had his ways of making her happy, even if it was with simple things such as candy, a bright smile on her face as she bounced into the passenger's side of the truck.\nGrinning softly when he asked what she was going to do with their stepmother, Gretel giggled against his lips when he licked up the remains of the candy around her lips, her eyes turned to look out the windshield, leaving what she was going to do as a surprise. When their old house came into view, her eyes grew just slightly wide with a bit of excitement, uncrossing her firm legs and leaning forward, looking at their stepmother who appeared as though she could hardly see. And this was not in the same sense as that old witch, oh no, her step mother was evidently losing her vision. Good. Gretel was going to have all too much fun. Still sitting in the truck, the female's face was hidden thanks to the amount of shade that the trees left on the truck, watching her brother step out and tip his hat."
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"value": "\"And who might yo be young man\" she asked he could tell she was looking him over in all her years she had been a whore. She did not even know it was him the old woman would have jumped him then and there if he let her. He moved to the truck pulling out a wallet and handing some money to the woman. \"This is for the room\" he leaned over kissing his sister right in front of his mother. She did not know who she was either so he made it a good and long kiss because tonight they would fuck in the bed they grew up in.\n\"So thats the wench a shame\" the old woman was still hitting on him even after he told her that he was engaged. When he explained he needed a room she had explained the layout and how close the room was to her own. He had felt sick the old women pawing all over him, that made it easier to decide and kill her. \"well can you show us the room\" The walk only showed them the sorry state of the house. Maybe after they killed them they would claim the house and fix up the broken window, chipped and faded paint, dripping roof.\n\"Where is the man of the house\" he asked trying to get as much information as he could he tried to user his sister as a barrier. He smiled as he saw the small bed even as a child it had been two small for two. \"Sorry we had children they were small and died young\" she turned and left the two alone."
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"value": "Gretel certainly did not like the way her whore of a stepmother was looking over her brother, especially considering that bitch was the reason they were out in the forest and got trapped in that witch's house in the first place. Her eyes narrowing at the woman, she almost didn't feel her brother move in beside her until he pressed his lips against her and kissed her a bit hard, her eyes closing lightly and letting her hand slip into his hair; Of course they were going to toy with the woman's sex drive. Gretel getting out of the car shortly after the kiss, she ignored, or rather didn't say anything, to the old woman's comment of her being a wench.\nJealousy was a damn difficult thing. And keeping in mind that she was trying to lure her own step son into her bedroom without the knowledge of who he was, Gretel eyed up the woman all the while their stepmother continued to flirt with her brother, Gretel would have all the more fun ripping pieces of her off her body. Still holding onto her candy cane, Gretel moved into the room that they would be sleeping in and instantly recognized it as their old room, looking around the ceiling and over the floor, moving to the small bed and sitting down lightly on the bed and running her fingers over the soft fabric of the comforter. Her children had died young eh? What a liar. Watching her leave, Gretel looked to her brother instantly, her eyes narrowing at him just slightly, \"I want her to hear you make me scream.\""
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"value": "He laughed the idea of nailing his sister in there bed was something that aroused the young man more then anything he could imagine. \"You two can make yourself anything you like\" He shut the door on her face the woman moving it just in time. Many days at home the two would walk around naked enjoying the sight of each other. Picturing his step mother naked only gave him a sick feeling. \"I take it you want me to get her into bed...but who's ares or fathers\" he asked walking his fingers over as his chest before exposing them to wandering hands and wandering lips.\nHe pulled her to the edge of the bed spreading her legs as his hands found her tight ass massaging them in his hands. He could feel her move almost purring as her slowly began to unwrap her like a gift. \"You remember the first time, it was Christmas are first alone as i recall you wanted to give me a gift\" The witch had taken everything forcing them to eat over and over again. They had tricked her but she was not as foolish as they though and in the end they killed cooked and ate the old hag. \"It was such a sweet thing i nearly wept at the site of you're body\" Placing his hands under her body he pulled her close."
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"value": "She wanted her stepmother to hear her screaming out in pleasure for her brother, because to rub it in her mother's face? And do it in that manner? It was all the more fun when Gretel got herself ready to rid the world of their stepmother, her lips curved into a soft smile because she could feel her skin tingling with a bit of want for her brother. She loved him, to say the least, and she knew that he knew it just as well as she did. Perhaps that was how he was so good at taking care of her, and getting her what she wanted even on the occasions that it pissed him off. He knew she had a good enough sense of judgment to where it wouldn't hurt either of them, so he went along with her ideas when she had them. \"I want you to take me and then go to her, tell her you want her Hansel.\" She knew her brother took no interest in her horrid stepmother, but she wanted to see her stepmother worked up and then utterly startled to find herself in the predicament of arousal before death.\nThough when he pulled her toward him, Gretel blinked softly when he slid his body between her legs and settled his hands against her ass, her legs growing soft when he mentioned Christmas. That was their first, and it always made her smile when he brought it up, her arms gently wrapping themselves around his neck, \"I wanted to give you something special.\" She spoke quietly, setting her lips against his, not quite kissing as he spoke, closing her eyes when his hands moved under her and pulled her body close to his, her hands now working to pull his shirt off his body. \"I love you Hansel.\" She murmured, pressing her lips against his now, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck now, holding onto him."
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"value": "Hansel had been told by Gretel just an hour ago that she wanted mother for her self but she was his princess. \"You know i think you would love to watch\" he teased her not to see there own wrinkly mothers ass but to see him. She had always loved to see him with other women she did not get jealous as other women did. \"Here it comes i hope you can take it all\" he pushed her panties to the side thrusting up into her body. He watched her hold onto the bed and thrust back against him. He could feel her legs lock around him she was noisy during sex one man heard her from miles away.\n\"If you want me to mount that old cow that is what i will do\" she was even bigger then Gretel not that she had the firmness of his sexy sister. She was a pale older copy of his sexy sister who worshiped his big cock. She ad taken to all forms of sex with a passion, but only with him the others were a pre show he was the main event. It did not take long to get into the rhythm while tight he could fuck her as hard as he wanted with his powerful leg's. He held onto her legs pulling out and flipping her over. All the better for her to scream as he thrust into her tight sex life was good."
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"value": "Kaisha laid there, her eyes closed and her vision was total darkness. Blood from all around her body coming out of a wound on her chest. Dead bodies piled all around her, the town was a ghost town, no fires or anything out of the ordinary except the bodies all around Kaisha. The bodies seemed to have their eyes burned, and their bodies were twisted in ways not humanly possible. The only intact body was the body of a young girl, although badly damaged she seemed to be the only living being on the small town.\nKaisha was refered to as the best ninja in town, she was strong enough to protect the village from outsiders. Her parents were simple farmers so from where did her powers came from were unheard. From time to time Kaisha had some problems with another personality that was in her mind, a sick and twisted personality not often taken out. The past of the young girl was a mistery since she never talked, and when she did it was very rare. One day all hell broke loose, it all started with the murder of her parents.\nKaisha was feared by the townsfolk, the only people who were kind to her were her own parents, and even so they were afraid. One day the town leader ordered the assasination of Kaisha parent??s, the plan went through at night, when Kaisha was sleeping. It was quick and painless for the parent??s, however when morning arrived all hell broke loose. Kaisha seeing her murdered parents set off her other personality, the town was engulfed in the pain she felt, and she let everyone know how bad of a mistake they made. The town were engulfed in a black sphere, what happened inside nobody could know, but when the sphere was broken the townsfolk were dead, all formed in a circle around the girl, the girl unconcious on the floor."
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"value": "Shisou emerged in a deep slumber he had been hiding from the guards spying in allies was against the rule. He moved slowly through the room it was covered in blood and bodies people lay were they had fallen. \"Is anyone alive\" He asked stepping between the drops of blood his feet falling silently. He was not sure if he was alone his hand gripped the ninja sword a straight version of the samurais Katana most people did not use the long weapon. He slashed through a wall bringing it down in a single blow.\n\"Are you OK\" he asked bending down to check the wounded girl for a pulse he had medical nin training he had not used in years. He took her in his arms leaving the bloody sight behind as he made his way to the river near the large house. He placed her on the side of the bank cleaning her so he could see how badly she was hurt. Catching a fish he stole some of its life pouring it into the girl. He did this again and again until the wound stopped bleeding this took a lot of effort and more fish."
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"value": "Kaisha was taken to a nearby river, every step of her carrier meant extra damage to her body. Her body was badly hurt, her eyes were bleeding and her chest had a big mark on it. After hours of the medical nin to try and try Kaisha began to move, her bones still hurting as she opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry and not too good, she could not see much besides blurry images of the person above her. The sound of the river next to her was very clear, it was not a faint sound but was real. As she groaned in pain she closed her eyes again, images of her parent??s murder came into view as she quickly opened it again.\nThe sound of the ninja was barely noticible, she groaned as she felt her other side trying to take control. The town was once again involved into darkness as visions of people burning and the river dried out, fish trying to live as the river was there no more. Shadows appeared all around the ninja as Kaisha slowly fought of control over her own body and town went back to normal. She was out of energy as she just fainted again."
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"value": "The blade was enveloped in light only the creatures bent around the light allowing him enough room to moved. \"You have to wake up we have to run\" he summoned a rickshaw and placed her into it. He began to run as fast as he could the river no longer there made a good road covered in flat stones. He could feel the demonic creatures chasing after him now and then he threw a weapon enveloped in light. The light was made from his own aura something like Chakra and ki but it was not either.\n\"come on you need to wake up\" he could not ravel through the tree without hurting her even more. He came to the end of the river once a water fall stood there now only a great drop. He took out the sword cutting the shadows over and over again before the shaw began to fall. Grabbing the girl he dove over waterfall his back coated in ice his the ground as he swam to safety. The creatures did not like water not that he liked it much more but at least he had gotten away from the enemy."
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"value": "A smirk. A pounce. A playful growl and a laugh. Vea was out harassing the Miltanks once again. The pokegirl couldn't help herself. It was fun. The docile cow type pokemon always gave a good show when she chased them about. And none were more docile than the ones in this town. She continued to chase and chase, just having a good old time. Vea never thought that the Miltank would strike back. That was until one of them whipped around to stare the vulpix girl down.\nThere was an eerie glow in the miltanks eye as it charged back at her. Her eyes widened as she ran frantically away. But the miltank just kept chasing her. So she ran for the one safe place she knew. She ran for the lab. Upon making it close, she called out for him. Professor! Help me! She called as she dodged the enraged Miltank time and time again."
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"value": "Professor Ficus, the professor of this small town, as he found it quiet around here, was just working on some behavioral notes on his computer when he heard a familiar voice calling for help. It was his Vulpix, Vea, no doubt bothering the Miltanks again, just because she figured she could. Sighing, the young professor stood up, clicking 'save' before heading towards the front of the lab, cracking his back along the way and fixing his lab coat. Pushing his small glasses up a little with his index finger, he moved towards the door, opening it and looking out, rather surprised at what he saw. \"What the? Why is the Miltank...oh bother.\" Moving out as quick as he could, he dashed towards the little fox, quickly scooping her up into his arms as he dodged the very angry cow, wondering what was going on. \"I know you mess with them, but this is ridiculous. Since when do they get as angry as a Touros?\" Keeping Vea lifted up in one arm, he dug through his coat pocket, quickly pulling out a tranquilizer, and, popping the cap with his teeth, dodged once more headbutt from the Miltank before stabbing the needle right in her left shoulder. The bovine stumbled a little, making soft sounds before finally going out, falling to the floor asleep.\nSighing, the man before to walk back to the lab, keeping his Pokemorph close to him as he looked into her big eyes and mumbled a little. Bringing her in, he shut the door behind them and sat down, placing her on his lap, as he pinched her right ear. \"So, care to explain just how you made that one so angry with you, Vea?\""
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"value": "Vea spotted her professor, and boy was she glad. Next she knew he was scooping her up into his arms and dodging Miltank. She buried her face into his lab coat. She was a little afraid now that she had witnessed and angry Miltank. I dunno... I was just playin and she got all mad at me. She said quietly. She peaked out as he pulled out a tranquilizer, popped it open, and plunged it into the enraged Miltanks shoulder. She watched the pokemon fall, still surprised at the sudden burst of rage it had displayed. She had never witnessed something so traumatic. She knew which pokemon not to harass. And usually Miltank were safe.\nThen they were heading towards the lab. She watched as he looked right down into her big brown eyes and mumbled. Her ears flattened on her head and she looked down. Was she in trouble now? Soon he sat down and placed her on his lap. She started to cuddle up to him when all of the sudden he pinched her ear. She let out a small squeal and a whine as she rubbed her ear. Owwy... She pouted. I didnt do anything! Honest. She just got really mad. I was just playing tag... She said, pouting some more. Honest! She just lost her temper for no good reason."
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"value": "Letting out a soft sigh, Ficus let his hand gently pet Vea's ear he had pinched, scratching her in just the right spot behind it. He began to think as he kept petting her, letting her cuddle into him a bit more. \"I know, you always just play around with the other Pokemon, but still...a sudden change in temper that drastic? It makes no sense to me. Even more so from such a docile Miltank. The ones around here have such even tempers and are used to your tricks by now. And its not close to mating season for them, so they wouldn't be aggressive, and still nothing like that. I just don't get it....\" Kissing Vea's forehead softly, right between her cute ears, he ruffled her tuft of hair, placing her on the floor as he stood up. \"I need to look into some, Vea. Stay in the lab, this time, just in case something else weird happens.\" Walking away from his Vulpix girl, the Professor mumbled something under his breath as he went into thought, going back into his study, the door clicking shut behind him.\nHe spent several hours in the room, typing away at his computer as he looked for other reports of similar happenings over the net, and what he found only made his worry worse. Things like this had started to happen all over, with cases that were on larger scales being documented. And yet, no one could figure out why; it wasn't even a Team's fault or anything this time, as that had already been looked into. Something was going on with Pokemon behavior and he didn't know why, nor could he seem to find why...and it bothered him more then it should. Ficus was the sort of person who wanted to know everything about Pokemon, and when something came up that couldn't be looked into or was unknown, to greatly bothered him, because he didn't know about it or what to do. \"Dammit! What the hell is going on...?\" Grumbling and yelling a little more, he removed his glasses and placed them on the desk, placing his head on his hand and trying to think, even going as far as neglecting to lock his study door."
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"value": "Vea enjoyed his petting and scratching. She loved getting such tender attention from her Professor. She made little sounds of content as she got comfortable and nestled even closer to him. Professor Ficus had been around her for as long as she could remember, and she liked him more than anyone else in the whole world. It was so scary, Professor... She said as she stayed nestled in close. I wasnt sure I could outrun her. I thought I was gonna get trampled. She said looking up at him. She grinned when he ruffled her hair then kissed her forehead. Any affection the Professor showed was more than welcome. She did frown a little when he placed her down on the floor. Alright. She said. She didnt like staying inside, but if he said so, she would obey his orders with no fuss. She sighed as he walked off and shut the door behind him. Now she was worried for him. Vea could always tell when he was worried or bothered by something. And it really upset her. She moved to sit at the door, hoping he would come out again soon.\nBut hours passed and he didnt come out. Vea hated it when he locked himself up, even for work. She quietly waited for as long as she could. Then she got an idea. She would try and cheer him up! But how to go about it. She thought and thought. Maybe he would be happier with a full stomach. She knew she got upset when she was hungry. Maybe if he got food, he would be less upset. Vea quickly jumped up and wondered out to the kitchen. Now what could she make for him? Hmmm... She began to pull out ingredients. Pokemon kibble. Milk. Seasonings. Some veggies she found in the fridge. She began to work. It took quite a few hours to get anything that looked edible. But a few hours, a few tries, and one big mess of a kitchen later, she had a dish full of what she thought looked appetizing. Nevermind the fact that professor probably wouldnt go for pokemon food. She hadnt thught of that. She got silverwear and put food on a plate. Then she walked back towards the study. She was just about to open the door when he hollared. It shocked her and she squealed, and dropped the dish. The clatter of a fork hitting the floor, and the sound of a dish shattering came soon after."
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"value": "Ficus was about to yell something else out, as he heard the squeal, followed by the clatter and shatter of a plate, he quickly forgot his anger and rushed to the door. \"Vea! Are you alright?\" He called out, just as he opened the door, seeing the scared little Vulpix there, looking shocked, with a plate, silverware, and some food at her feet. The Professor let out a sigh, revealed to see his fox was alright, rubbing her head a little. \"I'm sorry, Vea, my yelling must have scared you...and after the effort you must have put into this.\" He said, looking towards the food and ruined plate on the floor. Pressing his finger to the tip of her nose, he smiled lightly, moving towards the little closet close by, getting out a broom and dust pan. Still, just before he started to clean, he used his other hand to scoop up a taste of the food from the top, which still looked clean. Tasting it a moment, he looked rather pleased. \"You made this, Vea? It tastes like it would have been great.\" Lucky for the vulpine, Ficus, over the years as a professor, had actually grown to the taste of Pokemon chow, having had to get many Pokemon to eat it. Sweeping up the glass and food, he picked up the silverware and headed for the kitchen, dumping the pan's contents into the trash and placing the utensils in the sink. He then noticed the mess she had made in the kitchen, yet, he still smiled as he looked down to her and chuckled. \"What a mess...but it was all for me? Your such a good girl sometimes, Vea. Come on...let's clean this up, then we can relax a bit.\"\nTaking about an hour to make everything spotless again, Ficus laughed a little, cracking his shoulder a little. \"There, all done. Come on, follow me, Vea.\" Wandering back into the hall, he went upstairs with her, going to his bedroom, which he shared with her. Letting her in, he closed the door a little behind him, and hung up his coat on the back of the door's hanger. Kicking off his shoes, he took a seat on the bed, patting the space beside him for her. \"Thanks for your effort, Vea...I'm sorry again for scaring you. Its just...I get upset when I can't solve a problem, and this odd behavior thing as happened in other places as well, but no one knows why. It stumps me, and I want to get to the bottom of it, but there's no reason why any of this should be happening...it all just bothers me....\""
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"value": "Vea watched as the Professor came out. Her eyes were wide. Im alright, Professor. She said quietly. She glanced down at the mess she had made. Im sorry... I tried to make you something to make you happy, but I accidently dropped it... She said quietly. She did cheer up some when he rubbed her head. Its okay professor. She said with a nod. As long as he wasnt mad at her for dropping everything and making a mess, she wasnt upset by his yelling. She giggled some as he gently poked her nose. She watched as he cleaned that mess up. Her smile grew wide when he tasted some of it, and said it was good. You really mean it? She asked, excited. Her tails wagged back and forth happily. I made it just for you! I thought maybe something good to eat would make you happy again. She explained. She followed him out into the kitchen, but looked down when he noticed the mess. She felt a little bad until he said she was a good girl sometimes. She then looked up again, grinned cutely and got to work, helping him clean up. She eagerly looked forward to their time to relax. She liked it when the Professor wasnt busy. She got to spend time with him then.\nAnd so, Vea cleaned as quickly and efficiently as she could. Soon enough, things were perfectly clean. She looked up at Professor Ficus. Okay! She said. Relaxing time for Vea and Professor! She chanted happily. She spun around a little as she followed him back into the hall. She caught up with his stride, and slipped her hand in his as they headed to their room. She was the only pokemon that got to share a room with him, and that made her feel special. Once they entered the bedroom, she quickly pounced up onto the bed, her tails flicking contently. She listened to what he said and frowned. Its okay, professor. Youre the best. Youll figure it out soon. She said confidently. And Ill make you happy anytime you need to be happy! She added. Then she curled up amidst the blankets, hiding from him. Vea liked to play games. She hoped hed be in the mood to play today."
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"value": "\"Well, its good to know you have so much confidence in me.\" He chuckled lightly, watching as his Vulpix curled herself up among the blanket, smiling a little as she wanted to play. Vea had always been closer to him then anyone else, be it person or Pokemon. He had raised her from when she was a pup and always kept her close to him. Though, when one hides, they shouldn't do it in front of who they hide from, or have such waggly tails. Grinning, Ficus pounced the spot she was in playfully, reaching under the blankets to tickle her a bit, more then happy to play with her for a bit. \"You always make me happy, Vea. Its just something you seem to be able to do.\" He laughed a little more, as he pulled her out from the covers and put her on his lap. He relaxed back with her, tickling her sides a bit more. After playing with the little fox for a bit, he sighed and laid back, letting her lay upon him, as he usually did. Humming a little tune, he ruffled her hair and rubbed her ears with one hand, using the other to hold onto her.\n\"I can promise you I feel a bit better already, Vea. Still...with as much time as you spend with me, are you sure you don't wish for a mate? Your getting to that stage, and you seem to be just fine staying around me. Not that I mind, mind you.\" He chuckled and playfully kissed the tip of her nose, smiling as he looked into her cute, big brown eyes. \"You have always been my favorite, and I doubt that'll change anytime soon.\""
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"value": "Vea knew hed find her. She wanted him to. She liked when he spent time with her. It made her happy, and it was a lot more fun than chasing the Miltank. She waited patiently, and soon she heard him pounce. Next she knew he was tickling her mercilessly. She laughed as he continued to tickle. She liked hearing that she always made him happy. Vea smiled. Good! Im glad I have that talent! Yep, yep! She declared between the laughs. Finally she was pulled out from under the covers, and into his lap. That suited her fine, as she lightly licked his cheek. More tickling drew more giggles and laughter from her. She was happy. Very happy. When finally they finished playing, he laid back, and she sprawled out, laying on him. Her ear was pressed to his chest, and she could her his breaths and heartbeats. She let out a sound of content as he rubbed her ears and hair with one hand.\nIm glad to hear that, Professor. Vea said. She had set out to make him feel better and it had worked. She felt proud. Then she frowned when he mentioned a mate. She looked him dead in the eye. No mate. She said. I just want to spend forever with you... She said quietly. In her mind, his talk of a mate maid her worry he might not want her around. I dont want a mate... Dont want anyone or anything but to stay with you... She added. But she did smile again when he kissed her nose and said he didnt mind her being around. She didnt look away when he looked her right in the eyes. Im glad... Dont want anyone to take my place... She said. She was rather sensitive to the thought that maybe someday hed find a new favorited."
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"value": "He nodded to her when she got serious, petting her soft, warm fur as he smiled to her. \"Alright, alright. I'll drop the subject then.\" Ficus smiled once more as she started to talk, saying how she never wanted to leave him, or let anyone else take her place. He chuckled softly, ruffling her air as he kept his eyes on hers, his blue orbs shining into her brown ones. \"That would never happen, Vea. No one could ever replace you, my cute little fox.\" Kissing her nose once more, he hugged her to him, tracing a finger down her spine, slowly gliding along her back, then back up. \"And knowing you never want to leave makes me even happier. I was afraid one day, you may just get sick of me. And...I've been worrying if whatever happened to that Miltank and so many others may happen to you. I wouldn't be able to take it.\"\nLooking a little sad, he tore his gaze from hers, keeping his hand on her lower back, the other rubbing behind her ear. Closing his eyes, the Professor sighed out, trying to keep his mind clear of thoughts he didn't want to be there. Slowly, his hand on her back slid down, past her rear, to rub and pet at her fluffy tails, something that always seemed to help keep him calm. Then, propping an eye open, he looked to the little flame vulpine on his chest, asking a question that seemed to have come from no where. \"Vea...do you love me?\""
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"value": "Vea listened, her gaze on him still quiet intense. To her this was serious business. She was incredibly loyal to him, so she would not even think of taking a mate. She relaxed a bit when he said hed drop the subject. She was glad for that. She calmly listened as he talked some more, still ruffling her hair, and looking her in the eyes. Something about his gaze controlled all of her focus. Good... She said. Im glad to hear that. She said with a smile after he kissed her nose and hugged her. She trembled a little as his fingers traced along her spine and back up again. Why would I want to leave? You take care of me best. She said contently. She frowned as he voiced his worries. Ill never become that way! She said. Never ever. Because it might mean I would hurt you, and I wont ever do that! She said, determined.\nVea watched as his expression turned sad and he stopped looking at her. Had she done something wrong? She didnt want to think she had. She could still feel his hand on her back, and the other gently stroking her ear. He sighed and closed his eyes. She could tell he was attempting to clear his thoughts of all the bad things. She blinked a little as his hand moved down further and stoked her tail. She liked that feeling, because she knew that doing that gave him a way to be calm and peaceful. Vea smiled when he opened one eye and gazed at her. But she looked surprised when his question popped forth. She read his expression, to see if he was being serious or joking. When she determined he was serious, she swallowed. Y-yes... She said softly. She could feel the heat flush her cheeks. I really do love you. She said sincerely."
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"value": "His hand slowly slid from her ears, tracing its way down to her furry cheek. Gently caressing it in his palm, he smiled to her, feeling she was a bit warmer then usual, a sure sign to him she was blushing as she spoke. \"You really mean it, Vea? You're not just saying it because you know its what I want to hear?\" Holding the little fox closer to him, he moved her up a little, looking deep into her big brown orbs as his other eye opened, keeping his gaze locked on hers. His hand continued to caress and rub her cheek gently, as the other kept petting her fluffy tails, lightly kissing her nose as he looked at her. Keeping his eyes on hers, he could see she really did mean what she said, smiling once more as he pulled her up, gently and sweetly placing his lips on her own, giving her a kiss, and letting it hold for a few moments.\nAs he pulled back from the kiss, his hand on her tails began to trail up her back once more, keeping the line of her spine as he chuckled quietly, nuzzling her in his arms. \"That makes me glad to hear you say that, Vea...as you make me happier then anyone else could, be it Pokemon, human, or otherwise. Only you have ever been able to bring the brightest smile to my face. So, thank you, for always staying with me, my little fox, my little Vea.\""
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"value": "Vea felt herself tense as he moved his hand down gently to her cheek. She hoped she had said the right thing. She had told the truth, and she had always been told that telling the truth was best. She knew he could tell she was blushing when his hand caressed her cheek. I really do mean it. Honest. She said, looking him right in the eyes when she said this. If I didnt love you I wouldnt say yes... You taught me not to lie, member? She said. She smiled a little when he held her closer and continued to pet and kiss her nose. She liked the attention he gave to her. She really was dead serious about what she said. She wasnt the type to lie at all. Next she knew she was pulled up. Her eyes widened for a second as he kissed her, but she soon realized she liked it and kissed him back. She couldnt believe he was actually kissing her like this, but she loved the feeling it gave her.\nWhen he pulled back, Vea looked at him wide-eyed. Her fingertips brushed lightly over her just kissed lips. She trembled a little more when once again his hands made their way up, tracing the line of her spine. She nuzzled back. My Professor... She said softly. She listened to his words and couldnt help but smile. She loved knowing that she meant that much to her. Ill always be here to make you smile! Honest. Ill always be here... Dont wanna leave... Not ever. She said. She looked up. Shyly, she stole a kiss, then looked down, hoping he didnt mind."
},
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"value": "\"I know you wouldn't lie, I've taught you better then that. I've raised you and been with you for as long as you've been alive...you've been like a daughter, a friend, and a pet all in one, and yet...so much more, as you got older.\" Nuzzling her, he placed his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he smiled brightly, giving her another quick kiss. Sitting up a little, he kept her on his lap, lightly running his hands up and down her sides, caressing her form through the lovely fur. Leaning down he pressed his lips to her neck, giving her soft little kisses as he trailed up, placing a sweet kiss to her lips once more, being very affectionate in his actions. Pressing his lips to hers, he held the kiss, slowly making it more passionate, even letting his tongue ever so slightly slide over her lips, before pulling back just a little, holding on to her smaller, warmer form.\n\"I never plan to leave you either, nor do I want to. I just want to keep my little Vulpix with me as long as possible. And Vea...I love you too, I truly do.\" Smiling, he caressed her body, resting his head against hers once more, looking very content and happy with this moment."
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"value": "Professor... Vea said softly, his gaze capturing hers again. My professor... She added softly. Something about the way he spoke to her, the sincerity of his words, and the way his lips and hands so gently caressed over her body was dizzying. She wanted to pinch herself to see if this was real. Another kiss on her lips turned hotter as he held it longer and even brushed his tongue along her lips. Her lips had parted on instinct that time. When he pulled back some, she looked up at him, the heat in her cheeks definitely there, albeit hidden by fur. She felt warm, and loved in his arms. She had never felt so happy.\nVea listened and hung on to each word he spoke. She would see to it that they would stay together. Her brown eyes looked wide up at him. I love you so much, professor... She said softly as his hands continued to move over her body. She smiled as his head rested against hers again. She liked how happy he looked. I want you to be this happy forever... She said, decidedly."
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"value": "\"Well, if you stay with me, then I will be happy, Vea.\" He smiled a bit as he kissed at her nose, holding her tight to him, rubbing his cheek into her soft, furred one, chuckling a little as he looked to her big, brown eyes. \"Someone feels even hotter then usual. Is my affection really getting to you that much, Vea? Such a cute little fox you are, my girl.\" He leaned down to kiss her once more, whispering to her as he parted his lips to lick at hers. \"And you're all mine....\" Deepening the kiss further, he slipped his muscle into her warm mouth, tasting her sweet, hot taste, as his hand on her back slid down, lightly landing on her little rear, holding onto her as he played with her fur.\nHis fingers reaching up from her rear, he played with the base of her tail, touching just the right spots; an advantage of studying Pokemon as much as he does, he knew just about anything about them, including just what, well, turned them on. Never figured he'd actually use the information, but hey, it was good to know. Letting his tongue move about her mouth and along her own muscle, he kept the kiss going for a bit longer. Finally, he pulled back, letting his hand stay on her rear and rub her tail base, grinning to her. \"How's that feel, little fox?\""
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"value": "And Ill be happy if youre happy... So I guess that means its win-win. She said with a grin as once again he kissed her nose, held her tight and, rubbed her cheek. Her eyes glanced down as he looked at her and chuckled. I cant help it... She whimpered a little. I dunno why Im so anxious and excited, she explained. Just kinda am... She finished just before he kissed her again, and claimed her his. When he licked at her lips, they parted, and when his tongue explored her mouth, hers instinctually came out to meet. She was aware that his hand was sliding down further and further, but it didnt seem to bother the little fox at all.\nHowever, when his fingers moved on to the base of her tail, and hit just the right spots, she let out a wanting little moan into the kiss. She began to hold off the moans though, going back to their passionate kiss. She had never felt such a fire burning inside. Everything felt hot, and she felt like her body was more sensitive that it usually was. She continued to brush her tongue back along his as they continued this little session of make out. When he pulled away, Vea leaned against him. She loved the feel of his hand working at the base of her tail. Pr-professor... She said softly. Feels so good... She said, looking him straight in the eyes."
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"value": "Ficus seemed to smile and grin as he heard that cute little moan of want from his Vulpix, keeping up the touch, rubbing and massaging right on those spots at the tail base, as he nipped at the tip of her right ear, giving it little love bites, as he lowered his head and kissed Vea's neck, leaving little kisses, nibbles, and licks along the areas there, chuckling to her reactions. \"I'm glad to hear that, Vea. Happy to know my studies weren't wrong.\" Looking to her big eyes, he kissed her lips once more, as his free hand let her go a moment, and slowly moved down between them. Ever so lightly, in a teasing way, he glided his index finger along her warm slit, feeling the hot juices that were starting to gather there. Bring his hand back up, he grinned a bit, licking her lips. \"Mmm...looks like my little Vulpix is getting in the mood...you're already a little wet down there, Vea.\"\nPressing his fingers just a little more into the spots, he rubbed at her rear a bit with the rest of his hand, as his free hand slide down her form. He traced his finger up from her stomach, till he came to her chest, playfully circling the finger around her breasts, looking to her eyes as he kissed her sweet, whispering to her as he nuzzled in. \"Does my Vea want something from her Professor...?\""
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"value": "Each touch made her eager for a bit more. This feeling was so unusual, so unfamiliar to Vea, and yet, not at all unwelcome. She continued to make those longing noises as he continued to touch those special spots. She trembled and her ear twitched as he nipped, then began to kiss at her neck. She felt so anxious, and perhaps a little frustrated. She wanted more. His chuckles make her look at him. T-they were on the spot... Professor... She said softly as he looked into her eyes. She eagerly accepted his next kiss. She was aware of his hands moving down but it didnt really warrant any comment. Well, not until she felt his finger slip down and begin to tease her slit. She lot out a moan, just a bit louder than her other ones. She watched him bring his hand back up. I cant help it... She said. Everything your doing is making me feel so hot inside... She added.\nShe followed his hands a little better this time, eager to see all the ways he could make her feel good. In truth, Vea had never bothered to explore her own body because there had always been too many other things to explore in the world around her. She let out more calls as he continued to work all those feel good spots. She bit her lip as she felt his hands glide up along her stomach, then stop at her chest. She found her back instinctually arching a bit as he circled her breasts. She tried to focus on the kiss, but everything he was doing was really distracting. She heard his question and whined a little bit. Professor... Please make it better... She pleaded. By this point the feeling of want was a little bit overwhelming. I want you..."
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"value": "Ficus smirked and then smiled to the Vulpix girl in front of him, well aware this was the first time she had ever been sexually stimulated like this, or to any point; her attention span was all over the place, so, and he never recalled her asking much about her growing body as she matured. \"Because you're enjoying my touch...everyone longs to be like this with someone they truly love. And I've only just started teaching you, Vea....\" Kissing her lips once more, he let his head trail down a moment, lightly flicking his tongue over one of her nipples, his hand caressing her furred chest, rubbing her breasts softly, caressing him, as he looked back into her eyes. His other hand slipped back down her form, making shapes on her leg and thigh, as he grinned once again. His finger slid along her little slit once more, as he let it slowly push inside of her, allowing her to adjust to an invader before moving it around a little, rubbing her on the inside.\n\"You'll have me, my lovely little fox. Professor will make it all even better...but first, you do have something more to learn....\" Letting his hands leave her form, he sat back a moment, pulling off his polo shirt, tossing it to the side, bearing his slender, toned chest to her, as he had when they took baths together. Picking her up for just a moment, he placed her beside him, as he undid and kicked off his pants, followed by his boxers...letting her see his nine inch length in its mostly erect state. He let her look at him, as he gently took one of her paws, guiding it to his shaft, letting her touch it. \"Just like I can please you, Vea, you can please me as well...see what you can figure out on your own and ask if you need help.\" He pet her ears lovingly, knowing, as a matured female 'morph, her instincts of this sort of situation would be kicking in soon, to at least give her some form of general idea. \"If you can learn...it will make Professor even happier.\""
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"value": "Saturday had once again rolled around the corner in what had seemed like the shortest week of her entire life time. How in the world had school come out so quickly, the only thing that was clearly making her smile was the thought of spending time with her kids. Jessie had taken vacation for the first two weeks of school break, the break was something she needed at the current time. Work was booming and of course she would never truly be on vacation because the manager of the Information Management Division of the local hospital could not simply shut off both computer and cell phone. She knew too well that she would work from time to time.\nAs Daphne entered the room Jessie had already begun setting the table for a family breakfast. Her son would be the one sitting at the head of the table with both girls on either side. She would be sitting at the foot, the usual order. After all he was the man in the house right? The red head of seventeen smiled at her mother the bright blue eyes sparking a little as she noted the fresh cut fruit that had been placed on the table. Good Morning, Mom!\nMorning Daphne, is your sister up? Jessie asked as the teen rolled her eyes. Why on earth would she care if Mary Jane was up? Not, like her younger sister ever got up on time. No Mary was a night person, even though she was only fifteen she would stay up and go out when ever she felt like it, some Daphne did not like. It was strange having a younger sister run around the bars you did not dare to go too.\nAs he mothers eyes glanced at the young lady she shrugged her shoulders lightly while grabbing the milk out of the fridge and placing it on the filled kitchen table. Why dont you go wake here! Jessie mentioned calmly knowing to well that the two girls did not get along well at all. Daphne glanced at her white nightgown dressed mom and shock her head lightly No... She pushed her hands against the red, silky PJ-pants the matching tank top clinging tightly to her body."
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"value": "Saturday, now there was a day that could never be ignored. A day where you didn't have teachers bickering at you and no school work to do. just laze about and enjoy the day as it slowly went by. Plus the fact that it had now become summer break only made this Saturday even better. in the Toshiro's darkened room the soft sounds of dog's feet were softly heard plotting on the floor before jumping into his master's bed and licking Toshiro on the face. \"All right all right im up, gah!\" He sighed and yawned and stretched before sitting up and throwing the blankets off of him and onto the bed. \"All right Shadow lets get you some food.\" He smiled and ran his hands over the husky's muzzle and pulled on his p.j pants and a white tee-shirt.\nSlowly walking out of his room with shadow trailing behind him He walked into the kitchen and noticed his mother and sister talking. \"Morning you two.\" He walked over to where he kept shadow's food dish and bag of food before he scooped up some of the food and set it down for him to eat. \"There ya go eat up boy.\" He then leaned against the counter and looked at Jessie and Daphne. \"So then whats for breakfast you two?\" He tilted his head wondering what his mother was cooking up for a morning breakfast. \"Has anyone woken up M.J. yet?\" Toshiro ran a hand through his dyed silver hair and yawned before going over to the couch and sitting down on it. Just like in fashion of his father he sat in his own recliner and watched the news on the TV."
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"value": "The moment her brother walked into the kitchen Daphne had her bright eyes on him. Following his every move as close as possible. She mentioned Good Morning is a silly girl giggle but instantly felt the green eyes monster of jealousy taking over as he mentioned Mary Jane. How could he think about her when she, Daphne was in the room? The girl could not help but be furious that he would think about their other sister, after all she was the one to want. I didnt. I think she can continue to sleep all day long! She growled evil before being reminded of dad.\nFrench toast sticks, darling Jessie answered her son but did not take her eyes of the stove. She could feel Daphne become upset as Mary had been mentioned but choose it best to stay out of it. It was strange to have her daughters fighting over their brother as it was. As she looked over to the couch she nearly called Toshiro her husbands name Kamu...I mean Toshiro, why dont you go wake her? She suggested knowing he would be the only one that would not be yelled at by the temper of morning M. J."
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"value": "Toshiro sat up from his chair then nodded. \"Sure sure all right.\" He looked at shadow who had his head resting on the arm of the chair. \"Come on boy lets go spook M.J Shall we?\" Shadow barked then turned and started to run up the stairs and stopped at M.J's door. He waited for Toshiro to get to the door and open it for him, As he did that shadow slowly crept into the room along with Toshiro who walked over to the side of the bed. He knew his sister kept one side of the bed pinned in so that she didn't kick the blankets off so he looked over at shadow and nodded who jumped onto the bed and started to slobber and lick M.J's Face while Toshiro held down the other side of the blankets and pin her into the bed making it so she couldn't escape from shadow. \"That's a good boy, wake her up now!\" He laughed and looked at his sister. \"Mary Jane, Its time to get up breakfast is being cook so you need to get up!\""
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"value": "A smirk crossed Daphnes face as she thought about Shadow slobbering all over M.J.s face. This should be an interesting morning after all. Of course it hurt her to think that her sister might end up touching him, but she would get her chance. When she did she would make him hers. She wanted to have him around, almost as if he was her most priced possession.\nMeanwhile Jessie just shook her head a little trying to hurry the breakfast along. M.J. would have two sets that was sure. Daphne would stick with the fruit that was on the table, and the rest would be for Toshiro, Shadow, and herself. She was just finishing the last break when she heard the giggles escaping from upstairs.\nMary Jane had been sleeping in the usual curled up position and was to far in her dreams to have noticed the dog climb onto the bed. The moment the hot tongue touched her cheek the green eyes shoot open and she tried her hardest to take cover from the loving kisses. She tried to squirm away, the young girl noticed how tight her sheets where forced down and growled playfully. Im up Im up! She mumbled as Shadow took a seat and let MJ crawl out for under her sheets. Looking at her brother with sleepy eyes she stretched out on the bed, only this time on top of the sheets. As she closed her eyes for a few moments she suddenly felt that warm rough feeling on her feet and jumped into a giggling fit. Shadow was tickling her with his tongue."
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"value": "Toshiro laughed then stepped back. \"Time for breakfast sis.\" He just shook his head and looked at Shadow. \"Come on boy lets go.\" He then turned and headed out of M.J's room and back to the living room. \"She's up.\" He then thought about it for a second and looked at Shadow. \"Oh sorry boy come on lets let you go out back for morning bathroom. Sorry boy.\" He laughed and grabbed his shoes and slipped them on and headed to the back yard and let Shadow go and head out\" Once shadow was done with his morning bathroom break he trotted back over to Toshiro and barked. Toshiro laughed and just patted him on the head. \"Well time for breakfast so go lay down.\" He walked back through the sliding glass door and to the living room and sat down watching the news as he always did.\nToshiro wasn't a fool. He knew what his sisters felt of him and maybe any other chance he'd jump at but he knew not of the games of the heart. Just of a young mind and body that saw 3 very attractive women. Both his Sisters and his own mother. He sighed trying to figure out his own mind and the signals his body was giving to his mind."
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"value": "Isabelle sighed as she watched the people walk by her in the park. It was kind of lonely to see all those people together while she was on the bench all by herself. It was her own fault though, many people found interest in her, but she wasn't found in them. She couldn't help but to think how filthy people could be and she always had the fear that if she met someone, they would turn into the trash she hated. It has happened many times before. So many worthless people that polluted the earth. They were out to hurt someone most of their lives.\nShe jumped slightly from her set as something landed hard on the ground next to her. She looked up trying to find where it came from, but there was nothing but the sky above. There wasn't any wind, at least not strong enough to carry a notebook like that. She looked around more at the trees and people around her. There was no sign of anything or anybody that could have been missing the thing. She shrugged and reached down to pick it up. Maybe there was a name or something in it to identify who it belonged to.\nAs she brought it up to her face to look at it she noticed the words 'Death Note' on the cover of it. How strange? Was it a suicide letter inside or something? That would have been a very creepy thing to pick up if so. She ran her fingers over the cover of it, she could tell that the notebook was made with those words on it, no one wrote them. She got curious enough to open in and flipped through the pages. Nothing was written down on the pages inside, but there was something that did catch her eye. A list of 'rules'. She looked them over surprised. \"A person who's name is written in the note shall die?\" She whispered to herself. \"How strange? Is it a game?\" She wondered if it belonged to some board game or not and read the rest of the rules. It surly did not seem like any board game she had ever heard of.\nShe stood and placed it in her bag she had been carrying around with her. People might think it strange if she was looking at this thing outside so she decided that heading home to look at it would be a better idea. She finally made it back to her house and ran upstairs to her room before anyone had the chance to notice her being home. She doubted that anyone was home anyways.\nShe plopped down on her bed and opened it up again. 'It is so strange.' She thought to herself. She laughed at how childish it could be to have a game like this. To kill anyone you wish if you knew their name and face. This had to be some middles school kids joke. She rolled over on her stomach and reached in her bag for a pen. Who's name to write though? She thought about it for a long while before she remembered something.\nWhen she was younger she remembered how much she used to adore Kira, someone who worked hard to erase the world of evil, he disappeared after a while though and she was highly disappointed at him. Maybe he had died? She did not know because it had seemed L had disappeared long before Kira did...\nShe turned on her TV to the news. Maybe this is what he had? She doubted it seriously and watched as they gave a list of criminals that had broke out of prison a few days before. 'hmm....maybe?' She wrote down their names and that was it. She did not continue to put any reason on how. Like that would really work..."
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"value": "Dark clouds gathered out side the window as a young male of approximately seventeen years of age stood watching he was not the best dressed person ever, he wore a cream colored jumper which was about 2 sizes to big for him, and a pair of blue denim jeans. However the boy did not wear any shoes or socks this was and odd trait and a rather bad habbit he had picked up from a man he had known for a few years and kept in contact on a regular basis with a man named Near who went by the alias of N.\nSuddenly the door to his room thrust open without warning hurridly a oldish looking man in his late 50's maybe even early 60's with silverish white hair came in, he was well dressed for his age.\"I am sorry to disturb you master Z, but we have received a troubling call from the ICPO, it appears that a series of killings have began, the troubling thing is they are only criminals that are dying.\n\"Well N is in japan, I have no doubt he will be able to solve the crime for them, why did you not contact him instead of coming to me, I seriously doubt this case warrants my involvement if it is a case at all, these deaths could be attrbibuted to any number of things.\" The male said snappily as he turned to face the gentleman whom had disturbed his train of thought, softly the rain began to tap upon the pain glass window, the boy slipped his hands into his pockets and looked down at the ground.\nI came to you because earlier this morning N was found dead clutching onto a note which read Kira's divine wrath will bring the world peace at last.\"\n\"N's dead you say?, then in that case I demand that you prepare me a flight to Japan, also if this note is to belived someone with a fixation, no an obsession for Kira is behind N's death so I require you bring me up the files on the orginal Kira, while you're at it bring me any information on the second Kira too.\"\nThe well dressed gentleman then began to walk away as he remained silent.\nZ crouched down in a corner his legs doubling over as he curled his arms around him it was a way of sitting he had become accustomed to he did not like the seat of his pants to get dirty or sit propperly so had adopted this from the pictures of L he had seen. Thinking to himself Z would seem distant.First L now N, this Kira's just a immatation of the real Kira who had disappeared years before today so why today, what possbile connection could there be to today an the original pattern of killings that the first Kira had.?"
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"value": "Isabelle (Issy) felt as if she had accomplished something that day. She wondered if anyone was getting interested in what she was doing. She had laughed at the thought that she found the one who had caught Kira before. It was so easy to find the information about him and kill him. To say she was proud of herself didn't even reach how she was feeling. It was way beyond anything she had ever felt before.\nAt first she remembered feeling extremely scared. She couldn't believe that she had killed someone. It happened so fast, so easily. She had hidden the Death Note and didn't look at it again until she finally came to some type of understanding. With this note she could make the world better - she could do what Kira sought to do years ago and she dug the note back up to use and kill the man who had punished Kira, or at least who she thought did it. Now there was no one in her way, no one at all.\nShe also remembered how a few weeks later a creature, claiming to be a shinigami, showed up. It was something she did not expect and she thought that he would kill her for using his note, but all he did was laugh at her for it. He claimed he would not do her any harm as long as she used it.\nNow she sat in her room every night after school killing criminal, after criminal. She thought she was doing good and she was sure of it.\n\"You know, this isn't near as entertaining as I thought it would be. Nothing is happening.\" The shinigami complained. He was highly disappointed in the work he did to get there.\n\"Shut up! You always complain.\" Issy hissed as she wrote down more names, \"It'll get better... I promise.\" She smirked as she finally got done writing the names down that she had been working on. She sat back in her desk and smirked as she looked over to the TV."
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"value": "The television screen went blank, not just the girls the entire countries, a voice came across the airwaves apologising for the interuption of the scheduled programming, the blank screen then turned white with a large black Z in the centre closely followed by a masked voice.\nUsing a voice filter over the airwaves meant he was able to sound just like the original L had ironic really considering he had only ever met L once, amd that was brief and to the point a quick discussion about a case. But here Z was using the very voice of the very guy he despised.\nI'm not going to patronise you by giving a fancy play like L would have, no I don't need to I already have an idea of your motive for killing, nor do I need need to figure out where you are."
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"value": "It all started with a sandwich and a dream...\nA sandwich made up of Avery's favorite deli meats and a dream of spending the evening watching a classic movie. The Last Unicorn. No, seriously, that's what the newest addition to the police force had planned for the evening. First, she wanted to wash the last few days out of her hair and the sweat from her brow and then sit down with her sandwich and watch the animated movie. She wanted this. She deserved it! ... and then the phone rang.\nFor a moment, Avery refused to pick it up, instead, she stared at the headset and silently commanded it to be anything, but work. Let it be a telemarketing, someone wanting to sell her something or even her mother! Just don't. Let. It. Be. Work. Unfortunately, it was. They were short handed and besides, they have a special victim in their custody. Eh. Being an officer of the law in a small town was wonderful. Usually it was quiet, but lately strange things have been happening. Not spooky odd, just strange-strange. Like teenagers breaking out into a bawl at a football game. Not unheard of, but it was one of the first. Then there were some break-ins. A robbery here and there. Nothing to raise any eyebrows, right? Then this happened.\nAvery arrived in uniform and a slight scowl. Her dark eyes darting from face to face in the room. All men with the exception of Sam. Their receptionist of sorts. Moving to the other woman, she leaned forward to glance over her shoulder.\n\"What's going on? You guys know I've been working my butt off lately and all I ask is for...\" Sam quickly cut Avery off with a frown. Falling silent, she took a seat next to the dark haired woman.\n\"We have a rape victim. And, uh, she doesn't want to talk to anyone else... just you.\" Sam's expression softened slightly. Rape, huh? It was unfortunate and shouldn't have happened.\n\"How old?\" The officer couldn't stop herself from asking.\n\"Sixteen and she's scared. The doctors almost didn't let her go, but since she isn't all that hurt except for the obvious, we were able to bring her down here.\" It made sense. The police were suppose to serve and protect, right? If Avery was that age and something like that happened to her, she would want to be here too. With a sigh, she got up. \"She's in room three.\"\nWaving off the receptionist, she moved past the group of men. No one really said anything. And she didn't bother to notice what expressions they were wearing. Just when was the last time they had a case like this? Surrey was suppose to be a sleepy little area where everyone knew your name. Things like this weren't suppose to happen. With a sigh, she opened the door and stepped in... then stopped.\n\"Kathy?\" It was the sheriffs's own daughter. Pretty and blonde, she sat in a chair with her long, thin legs drawn up to her chest. \"Oh god, I heard, but I didn't... I never would have... what happened?\"\nAvery quickly crossed the room and took the young girl into her arms. She held her tight, allowing the young blonde to cry. Her hand lightly running through her silken hair. She was suppose to be the beauty of their own. The pride and joy of her father. Untouchable. And then this happened. Biting her lip, she held her tightly while the girl sobbed.\n\"I, I don't know. It... oh god, Avery. It happened so fast and, and... I kept saying no, but they wouldn't stop\", sobbed the girl.\n\"They?\" Frowning, Avery looked down at the child in her arms. \"How many are they? And don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this and they will pay. Your father will make sure.\"\nIt went on from there. Avery gathering what little information she could get from the sobbing teen. When she finally left the room, she was met by Sheriff Breck. Shaking her head, she left him alone to talk to his own daughter. Maybe he could bring her comfort. Right now, she had a job to do. Walking down the hall, she made her way to her own desk.\nJust what was she suppose to do? This was suppose to be a cake walk. Sleepy town. The most she expected was a few domestic disputes, but not anything like this. Then another call came in. Something about a small riot broke out in the local watering hole. Two officers rushed off to take care of that. Avery frowned.\nWell, it looked like her sandwich and movie would have to wait. Things were about to get even more weird."
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"value": "Rak'ator was well pleased with the progress of that had been made in just the last few days. It had not been particularly difficult to manipulate his prey, but they were performing admirably in the snare he had designed for them. Already the most susceptible and weak had begun to exhibit advanced aggressive behavior, acting out against all constraints and posing a threat and a challenge to the rest of the settlement. Humans were an interesting prey when properly equipped and motivated, but here he was more interested in the search for the quarry than the thrill of the hunt. It would come, but for now his purpose was too assess the potential of his prey. The settlement was isolated from it's nearest neighbors, and the wilderness in the area was far from tamed by those living there.\nIt was the perfect setting for his search, and even should he not find his quarry here, there were others that might serve his purposes, but now he was quite hopeful in how the humans here were responding. He crouched on the local water tower, overlooking the main drag, quite invisible against the foggy sky with his camouflage activated. The cool climate was well suited to his vision, allowing him to distinguish the humans in their activities as the poison he had released into their water supply took hold on their minds, suppressing inhibitions and encouraging them to act on their most violent and aggressive tendencies. The weakest had succumb first, and now the younger and stronger were beginning to react and those potentials most resistant to the toxin were being pitted against them.\nHe watched as the riot at the bar turned ugly, with several of the patrons taking up knives and pool cues and broken bottles and the bartender removing his shotgun from the wall. Already several lay on the ground dead and bleeding and out behind the back a man had dragged a young woman out of the bar and was attempting to force himself on her. Rak'ator knew those who would try to maintain order would be forced to come down harshly on them."
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"value": "Thing weren't about to be resolved with a visit by the pair of police they sent out. In fact, they quickly sent back up as more calls came in about the riot breaking out. Avery was sitting in the passenger seat of her partner's cruiser as they made their way down to the local watering hole. Just a hole in the wall kind of place that never interested her much, but it seemed to be infested with some of the lowest scum. Tilting her head, she glanced over at Davis who looked at the road with such intensity. Something wasn't right. At least, she had never seen that kind of expression written across his face. Something that was hard to read and almost frightening. Frowning, she reached over for the radio to call in their number and report that they were on route.\n\"You don't look so good, Mike\", she murmured while lowering the mouth piece. \"Are you alright?\"\nAvery knew that they had to depend on each other. Davis had always been a decent kind of guy with a wife and two kids. Much older then herself and more experienced. He had shown her the ropes of their particular job. Still, she was getting this strange feeling from him. Trust your instincts, Davis always told her. Well, hers were going a little awry. Something told her things weren't as they seemed.\n\"Yeah, I'm alright.\" His voice was almost a growl, his hard blues eyes peering over at her. He had never taken that kind of tone with her, ever. Still, it was probably her mind playing tricks.\nTurning her attentions back on the road, she could see something glowing in the distance. Kind of a warm yellow and red. Fire? As they got closer, she could smell the smoke and see the car that had, somehow, been turned over and was spitting out flames. In the street, there were so many people. Most men and some woman. A lot of them were fighting while some were just trying to get out of the way. One woman was being grabbed by her hair and dragged onto the ground, two men taking turns in kicking her as hard as they could. Just what the hell was going on?\nThe patrol cars came to a stop and Avery got out without a second thought, her weapon drawn while Davis moved up behind her with a megaphone. Shouts were exchanged. Mostly their most senior officer giving orders for everyone to put down their weapons and get on the ground. There would be no sweet talking. And not a single person did as they were asked. A warning shot was fired into the air. Still nothing. What were they suppose to do here? So many people. Where was the fire department?"
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"value": "As Avery and Mike arrived on the scene, Rakator was struck by how calm and collected Avery seemed. Certainly she was apprehensive about the new chaos that seemed to be enveloping her town, but she seemed to be showing none of the usual symptoms of the poison he had released into their water. True, several others had shown a similar resilience, but that she was one of those actively trying to restore order spoke very highly of her abilities. \"She will bear more watching.\" he thought to himself as he leapt deftly and silently from the water tower over the roof tops to the tavern where things were not working out as the sheriff's department might hope.\nThe megaphone and warning shot had garnered the attention of the rioters who now proceeded to turn their makeshift weapons and rage against the deputies, rushing towards them and roaring gutturally. About a half dozen armed rioters with pool cues, hunting knives and broken bottles charged Avery and Mike where they stood behind their car doors, heedless of the guns that were leveled at them."
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"value": "Dr. Brennan\nOnly seconds before the cloak slipped over to 6:00 am, Temperance hit the off button of the alarm. As a result, no sound tuned when the large red numbers jumped from 59 to 00 in the minute spot. The young woman stretched lightly, knowing she would have another frustrating day in front of her.\nThe case was frustrating, to say the least. How could someone be so ridiculous and think he or she would be able to get away with murdering kids. The only problem was, that the murderer knew what he or she was doing. He was cleaning the bodies in a medical fashion leaving little to no trace of evidence. No single hair or other type of DNA had been found on any of the body. The only things that still existed were the brutal stabs, cuts, burses on the small mutilated bodies. Some were down to the bone and seen even after the flesh had been boiled. This was beginning to become one of the most terrifying cases for almost everyone in the team.\nHer mind returned to the fact that she had been lying awake in bed for the past hour. The case was just occupying everything including her dreams now. Frustration was getting the best of her. After all her bones normally talked to her in some way or another.Ok Time to get up sleep head!Bones rolled out from under the cover and quickly turned to her bathroom. There she went through the normal morning routine: Toilette, wash hands, brush teeth, take a shower.\nShe returned to her closet wrapped in a blue towel and a white one holding her hair together. That way they would not drip all over the place. She pulled out a pair of black slacks and matching blazer, before adding a light pink shirt to go under it, and a pair of black socks. It did not take her long to finish dressing before slipping her feet into a pair of comfortable black ballet slippers.\nIn the bathroom once again Dr. Brennan pulled the white towel out of her hair and hung both of them up on the wall to dry. She then combed though her hair before blow drying it, and applying very light make up. It was not until she had placed her cell phone in her purse and grabbed her car keys that she decide to leave for work. The time set at 7:00AM.\nIt took her another twenty to get to work. Now she was Dr. Brennan, ready to try an solve any case tossed at her and her team. Truth was she almost wanted to assume that they could solve any case. That was however not realistic, science could easily prove this wrong. Swiping her card, she entered the stage and smiled at the few people that were already there.Good morning!\nJust then she felt the cell phone in her purse ring and she picked it up. She knew it was Booth and agreed to wait for him at the Lab. Not like she had any other place to go in the first place. In order to pass the few minutes he would need she looked down to one of the skeletons counting the ten stabs that had all been placed to torture the kid. None of them had been the true cause of death. From what they could tell the kid died from bleeding out. It was one of the worst ways to go, and now she was worried that Booth would bring more bad news.\nDr. Hodgins\nThe night had been a short one for Jack. He had been out with some friends, a bachelors party to be exact. One place he should have skipped because it was the reason why his head was spinning, and he had very noticeable whiskey on his breath. Most of the night he had spent trying to drowned the images of Angela out of his mind. Somehow the entire bachelor party still brought back images of their almost marriage.\nEither way he had arrived at the Lab, dressed in a pair of casual jeans, a black shirt, and some sun glasses to hide his blood shot eyes. At least long enough to get to his duty station. Maybe he should have called in sick? Truth was he was sure the place would be to light for him once he was forced to take the sun glasses off.\nAs he got to his spot, he smiled at the particulates he had found on the last victim. It had been nothing really helpful so far. Mostly just things from the dumping scene. The killer was ahead of most peoples lega that was for sure. He took a seat in his chair, trying to convince himself that the room would not be bright enough to hurt his eyes. He would have to loose the shades to be able to work. Dr. Brennans morning wishes received a soft nodd and a rough soundingMorning!in return."
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"value": "Angela\n\"Dear God, thank you for not calling this morning good!\" Angela informed as she walked in, obviously exhausted, her hair a tamed mess, but obviously still a mess as she held a large cup of coffee in her right hand and a sketch pad in the other. \"I've been having nightmares all week about this... I mean what kind of sick fuck does this to kids who don't even have their first set of adult death? You know our most recent victim was likely a very cute kid, missing one of his incisors and probably talking with a lisp...\"\nShe then sighed and hunched over for a moment before standing straighter and reached to adjust the large necklace full of nick knacks that she wore over her classic purple top and a pair of rather tight jeans, all very normal for her. What wasn't normal was the obvious lack of eye makeup. She had elected not to wear any today after crying off yesterday's.\n\"So, you know it's hard to identify children younger then five without hair and eye color... Their features aren't extremely formed and while I can do age adjustments, those are far easier with parental models to work with,\" she shouted up to Brennan, hoping her best friend would tell her something reassuring to help her with the fact that she'd yet to draw anything leading to the victim's identities.\nBooth\nBooth groaned as he looked over the team from the platform and then looked over to Brennan, taking in her beauty for a moment before shaking his head and hoping none of the team noticed his changed body language to her since his he'd awoken from surgery.\n\"Hey guys, it looks like you've got no news, which in this field is bad news... I'm going through missing person reports, but so far it seems I'm not finding anything conclusive. Perhaps in foster care, where their foster families would be slow to report them missing? Any other ideas people? I mean, there aren't many missing kids in the DC area... so I'm widening the search to include all of Maryland and Virginia.\"\nHe then looked around, praying one of these very smart people would say something very smart. He needed help, a serial killer who left his victims virtually unidentifiable was a very bad thing, a very, very bad thing."
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"value": "Dr. Brennan\nA sigh crossed her lips, they were getting no were. Why were these children not missing? Who would end up being able to kill someone so innocent? Angela made a deep sadness rise in side of her but she had to sake it off. To stay perspective they would have to try not to get involved.\nThe blue eyes wandered over to her best friend and she noted the lack of heavy eye shadow at once. Then again she knew how Angela got involved like things like this. Out of all of them she would be the one hurting the most. Not to mention Booth was probably worried about his own son. Based on carbon dating I can tell you that this child was seven, victim two nine, and as you pointed out victim three was five. Other then thatI just wish my bones would talk to me!She hissed nearly striking the table when Zack appeared.\nHe looked at the crowed not shocked to see them all so gloomy. I figured out one of the murder weapons The young adult mumbled hoping to at least bring some relief to the group. At least for a second or two. Common kitchen knife, its been sold six hundred thousand time, but this one had two very defined nicks He pulled up some data and placed it on the plasma so all could see. when you catch the guy I can prove its him.\nTemperance had taken a deep breath when he started by explain he had found something. Zack had brought them a step further and that meant a lot. Yes his last comment made her sigh before walking over to Booths side. You said you wanted to see me on the phone?\nHodgins\nHe could hardly take his eyes off Angela. She looked so frail, almost sick. Like she wasnt sleeping or eating. If things were not that complicated between them he woulc have walked over and placed his arms around her. Told her that they were going to catch that son of a bitch and make sure he got the death penalty, but he figured it would only make his misery worse.\nSighing heavily he was thankful that Zack caught his attention. The still shaded shaded eyes followed his young friends every move. Jack was excite now. They had at least went a step forward, he had the motivation he need. Swinging the glasses off his blood shut eyes he cursed DAMN! As the light flooded his orbs causing him to squint. He shouldnt have gone out with those guys.\nPulling himself together the pulled out a glass with a specific bug he had found by the first victim. Based on this beauty. I can tell you that he has been buried in out spot for one and a half years. How ever the soil sample suggests that he was buried somewhere else before then. Maybe cam found something in the soft tissue?\nDr. Sweets\nJust in time to hear Hodgins suggest Cam, Sweets came jogging down the stairs towards the platform. He swept his card quickly and handed Booth a stack of paper. Here is that profile that you wanted. Based on the facts we have found I would say we are dealing with someone who had a troubled childhood. Not at home though but with other kids. Maybe an outcast during his early years other then that I can only guess, She smiled lightly hoping Booth would be somewhat proud of it all."
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"value": "Booth sighed, aggravated by the overwhelming field of data that came suddenly from the nothingness. (Fair warning, I'm a scientific type so while I'm good with dominants, I halfway want Hodgins to start explaining what was used to clean the bones, lol) \"Okay, okay! One at a time children!\" he exclaimed, holding up both hands to silence the crowd.\n\"First, what the freak are you doing out of the psych ward? I thought we told you not to escape again! It looks really bad on your record and there's a good chance that even if I thank the ward for all your help, they're going to put you in a maximum security facility for people of a significantly higher degree of insanity then killing someone and letting your master eat their flesh!\"\n\"Angela, calm down, go try and reconstruct the kitchen wound.\"\n\"Zack, how can you prove who did it when all you have is a murder weapon that thousands of people have?\"\n\"Hodgins, thank you for the time frame, I'll start running that data through missing persons, again. Also, go drink some coffee and take a few Tylenol, it's never good to be so shit-faced at night you can't stand the light of day come morning!\"\n\"Sweets, thanks for the report, we already knew the guy was some fucked up psycho... Go work on your book!\"\n\"And you!\" he exclaimed, looking to Brennan. \"I need to speak with you in your office, now!\"\nAngela quickly nodded, almost at the verge of tears, understanding how emotionally flustered Booth was. She then looked over at Sweets, who she doubted would be in a good mood. She knew he cared heavily about what Booth thought of him and to dismiss him like that could be described in no other way but mean.... With a moment's consideration she looked around and grabbed him by the shoulder, before pulling him a long a few more steps and grabbing Hodgins in a similar manner, pulling them both quickly into her office. \"Sweets, he didn't mean it... and Hodgins, Baby, I've got aspirin in my purse. Only take one, you're photosynsative enough that if you take more then that and you'll probably puke. I'm not in the mood to be cleaning it up...\"\nShe then put both hands to her face and sighed. She needed to think about something besides the murder, just for a moment, so she changed topic to the first thing to come to mind with Hodgins standing there. \"Sweets, how am I supposed to meet and hook the kind of people I like without sex? I understand you want me to become less physically intimate and become more emotionally intimate, but that's hard when you work a job not conducive to dating!\"\nCameron gave an exasperated look upon entering the room just as Booth was telling everyone off. She took a deep breath, kept her feet firmly planted and informed in a loud voice, \"Brennan, this is one of your freebies... I am officially blind for the day. Zack is not here and I am not directing him to come to my office immediately to discuss how we are going to get him back to his facilities without a major federal manhunt after him, understood?\"\nShe then followed Angela's example, grabbing Zack by the arm and leading him into her office, shutting the door firmly behind her and glaring at the seat were he should very quickly put his ass if he didn't want trouble from her."
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"value": "Zack Abby was almost hurt that Booth was not happy to see him. At least had had started some chain of information he did not know how to reply to a now angry Booth.If you catch the killer and he has this specific knife I can match it. Like I said the knife being used for some of the stab wounds has two nicks that all the others should not have.He kept his calm, after all he had promised not to escape again. He was about to add something along the lines of, I will still be able to leave when Dr. Soroyan grabbed him by the arm and nearly pulled him into his office. The glare said everything and he immediately took a seat in the chair she was fixating on.I can get back in their with out being caught...its quite simple.\nBooths tone was out of place in Hodgins mind, but he knew far better then to add into it. He was thankful that they had all been dismissed. The man figured there was nothing better then leave and let the other calm down, find his center. As Angela lead him and Sweets into her office her grumped a little at the fact that everything was still so light. Sweets was still shocked at how Booth had dismissed him in such an unfriendly fashion. He had been asked to make a profile, he did. It was not his fault that all that he could go on was obvious information. A frustrated sigh crossed his lips as Angela tried to make it into a different situation.I think he very much did...how am I supposed to come up with something none of us already know? I guess I could try pulling it out of my ass...He sighed once more sinking into the couch in her office.Its like he blames us for the lack of finding people...Hodgins added while rummaging threw Angelas purse and taking that single Aspirin.Thank you, Angela.He added kindly before sinking down besides Sweets.I dont know what tests to run anymore. We have done soil samples but the elements are to common in our areas. Not to mention I have brilliant stages of my beauty ranging from three years to six weeks depending on which child we take into perspective. The guy knows what he is doing and seems to be a step ahead of us. Not to mention did any of you notice the way he looked at Brennan before exploding?\nSweets how ever caught onto Angelas topic change and elbowed Hodgins in the side hoping that he would keep away from the current case.Angela, I want you to go out and mingle with new opportunities. Just instead of heading off to sleep with whom ever you wish to get to know. I want you to have a conversation, maybe go to dinner with out ending up in someone elses house. I want you to have your emotions set before you sleep with someone.He muttered trying to stay in a good mood while Hodgins did his best to ignore the troubling thought of someone else with his dream girl.\nAs Booth entered his rant Brennan smiled at Zack to insure him she was happy in seeing him around. He did not seem to catch it though. Biting he lip a little she tried to ignore the sudden upset looks that passed from person to person and could not help but focus on Angela for a moment. She seemed to catch on that it was best to get out of the FBI Agents way for the moment. Before the group left she managed to take out her cell phone trying to think of a way to help her best friend. Maybe she needed to have a lunch away from everything? Opening the phone she quickly added a sms in which she wrote Want to do lunch today? Just the two of us, somewhere no one can track us down? If yes 12:30?\nHopefully she could act normal enough to at least clear Angelas mind for an hour. As Booth suddenly turned to her while everyone was fleeing from the room she gasp at his tone for a moment.Fine, but dont talk to me like I was a dog!She launched back, before leading them up the stairs to her office.Calm Down! Its not our fault that there is not enough scientific evidence for us to bring better results! So stop fussing MY people!She nearly slammed the door closed behind the two of them, now losing the hysteric voice.What do you need?She was calm, and as friendly as her temper let her be."
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"value": "\"Zack, really? Do you really think they won't notice you're missing? If you keep doing things like this they'll put you in a room with an orderly on guard duty constantly or they'll throw you in jail. Zack, you need to face the punishment for your crimes, it's part of being a member of society!\" Cam exclaimed, hoping he would see logic and reason the same fashion she did rather then coming up with more elaborate escape plans.\n\"Seriously? Didn't you get the part where I basically said I don't have time to go out and meet people like normal human beings do? I tried having a normal boyfriend, he came to visit me at work ONCE and broke up with me before the end of the day. I can't really have a normal relationship with normal people as long as I work here! No one here is normal! And Hodgins, you said the bones had been cleaned with chemicals, what sort? Shouldn't that leave residue or whatever? I mean I know soap is almost impossible rinse out of a sponge, so wouldn't the microscopic part of soap be even harder to get rid of? Ehhh, I'm probably making absolute no sense what so ever!\"\nShe then threw her hands up in the air before glancing down at her phone and picking it up to answer the text, murmerring, \"Aww, Sweetie,\" before typing out a reply that, yes, she would love to have lunch somewhere remote.\n\"I need you to tell me you destroyed my sperm sample, for one,\" he replied, his whisper low. He could not bare the thought that maybe, some how, they could have a life like the one he'd imagined in his dreams. The sample existing gave far too large a platform to place his dreams upon. \"And I need you to tell me you don't love me... It's just that ever since the coma, I've been so conflicted. I feel like none of my life is real and I'm now in the dream like that was reality and this is some nightmare where all I try and do is atone for sins. I just... I looking at you and I remember how much I cared for you there, in that world. Just help me remember what's real.\""
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"value": "The setting takes place at the Niblehim inn where a female white ninja is recovering from a bad cut on her right knee and she is sound asleep on an inn bed and she was out like a light and she was having some dreams about when she traveled with Cloud and the others and that is when she meant someone named Vincent Valentine and she wonders how he is doing now a days and she sighed in her sleep.\nThe female white Ninja name is: Satoshi and she slowly wakes up from her sleep and she climbs out of her inn room bed and she leaves her inn room and walks downstairs to the inn lobby room and she leaves the inn and heads towards Shinra mansion and she pushes the door open and she enters into the shinra mansion and takes a look around it for a bit.\nSatoshi walks into the guest room of the Shinra Mansion and lays down on the guest room bed and she closes her eyes and wonders if Vincent Valentine could sense her presence like he did once before when they traveled with Cloud and the others. Satoshi has a flash back when Cloud, Aries and her first meant Vincent Valentine in the coffin after they defeated Lost Numbers and got the basement key to unlock the hidden basement where Cloud found Vincent in a coffin and he woke him up from his deep sleep.\nShe was out like a light once again and enjoyed her sleep now and its about 9pm in the late evening on a rainy and stormy night out like tonight."
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"value": "The storm flashed, rained cascading down the mansion window, Vincent stood silently in the darkest corner of the room, lightning stuck; a white light filling the room. Vincent stood like a ghost like figure watching Satoshi, thinking of the past encounter with her. \"Who has awaken me?....I owe you thanks.\" the memory playing in his hea dlike amovie. \"So your name is Cloud....Mine is irrelevant, but you may call me Vincent. I am what you would consider a vampire.\" Lightning flashed again, Vincents stare becoming more intense to Satoshi. \"Hello Cloud. Who is your friend?....I remember her being there when you woke me, I never got to become acquainted with her....Satoshi? Interesting.\" Vincent walked forward standing over her now. \"Tell me....Satoshi, how did you come to Shinra?\" The scenes coming and going, each one coming at random. \"Satoshi....\" Vincent whispered as the storm raged on, angrily throwing thunder across the sky, following the lightning in it's path. Vincent turned to begin to walk away, his coat flowing behind him like the wind itself. \"Enjoy your nap....\" He said solemnly, grabbing hold of the guest room door handle, looking back once more, his ruby eyes glowing in the dark like small blood red fires. Lightning flashed once more, and Vincent was no longer within the room, the door closed behind him as he walked down the hall way for the mansion doors."
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"value": "Satoshi eventually woke up from her sleep when she heard thunder bommers and that is the only thing that scared her and she sense that someone else was watching over her and the person that watching over her was gone and she feels a bit of shiver going down her spine and she shudders and tries to remember why she came here.\nSatoshi suddenly remembered she was running away from the turks and Sephiroth at any cost and knew that one of them would eventually find her and she sighed and wrapped herself up among the blanket of the bed and wonders what else will happen tonight and she kept quiet and kept her guard up at all times.\nShe wishes she could tell Vincent why she is truly here for and tell him that she is in danger because she has the white martral that Aries gave to her before she died at the hands of Sephiroth sword and she hates Sephiroth with a passion and same with the turks as well."
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"value": "Making his way onto the rain covered streets, Vincent stood staring at Shinra with a curious look. Something seemed amiss, He didn't give much attention to the thought. \"Cloud....where are you?\" Vincent said to himself, walking off into the dark distance, his clothing getting speckled with rain drops, as thunder boomed again overhead. The streets of Shinra were torn asunder, buildings abandoned from war, the only thing visible was the power station in the heart of Shinra powered by the planets life force. Vincent looked up and stared ominously at the streams of power flowing across the sky, something no one could see under normal conditions aside form himself. \"The earth weeps its tears as that accursed factory steals its life away.\" Vincent scoffed at the factory, and continued walking down the blackened streets.\n\"Reno....are you ready?\" Rude looked over to his partner, holding the black box that housed JENOVA's head. \"He will return once again....\" Rude looked at the man wriggling under the restraints. \"We've caught ourselves another SOLDIER, and well it seems he's out lucky guest tonight.\" He continued staring down at the curious fear in the mans eyes. \"Come on, we haven't got all night. Sephiroth must return for out plans to work. Shinra will be under new control soon, and not even Cloud will stop him this time.\" Rude smirked and held the black box over the man, waiting to fuse the two together and recreate Sephiroth and start to take control of what was left of Shinra. \"Just make sure that when I summon him back that you take the epicenter of the life force in this factory, and fuse it with Sephiroth. More power to him means better chances for us.\" A small laugh escaped Rude, as he lifted his free hand to the other end of the box, ready to open it and begin the fusion of the two."
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"value": "Satoshi felt a bad feeling and she slightly cursed underneath her breathe and couldn';t believe that Sephiroth will be back again and she needed to get the heck away from this place as far as possbile. And she hates it when the enemy is after her now and she held the white materia close to her side. And she added it with her other materia she has with her. And she knew that the enemy won't have a chance to get this away from her ever again and she promised Aries she'll keep it safe and out of the hands of evil no matter what it took.\nReno said to Rude,\"Yeah I'm ready,but once Sephiroth is reawaken let me tell him that white ninja girl Satoshi has the white materia. And your right no one can stop us not even Cloud, Vincent or Satoshi will loose this fight for once and for all. And I'm ready to put the rest of this powerlife into Sephiroth and your right Rude,he'll be more stronger then ever before. But no one knows where Satoshi is hiding at all,don't worry between you,Sephiroth, and I we'll find Satoshi no matter what it takes,she'll eventually come out of hiding very soon I know she will Rude.\""
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"value": "Vincent stopped for a moment looking back at the darkened mansion, thinking for a moment. \"Wonder if that girl still has the white materia in her possession....Sephiroth would not be too keen on her if she did. Damn!\" Vincent made a dash back to the mansion, entering his phantom form, floating like a red angry blood cloud through the torn streets. \"Hang on Satoshi.\" He said to himself. He slowly came to a stop at the top step of the mansion looking up at the large windows, seeing nothing but darkness on the other side of them. It looked forbidding, making it all the more inviting to Vincent. He stepped inside, his figure being swallowed by the darkness, only his eyes showing like little glistening rubies floating in the black mirth of the air. \"Satoshi....\" He called out, lightning crackling across the sky, lighting up the halls for a split second. He made his way silently back to the guest room, where he found Satoshi sitting now, curled in a little ball with the materia. \"Satoshi, you need to come with me. It's not safe here.\" Vincent said quietly, staring at her sternly.\nRude released the clasp on the box, a dark liquid seeping out from the bottom. As it fell like a gel like substance, it evaporated into dust and sank into the skin of it's victim. \"Come back to us....Sephiroth.\" Rude grinned toothily, and glanced to Reno signaling for him to start the process of fusing the life energy of the planet with the newly forming Sephiroth. \"Quick!\" Rude looked over to one of the door guards, \"Hand me the Masmune, he will need his weapon.\" Rude snapped his fingers indicating urgency, as one of the men hurried off into the hall, returning with the long blade handing it to Rude's empty waiting hand. \"Thank you, now return to your post.\" Rude held the weapon with an Iron grip as he watched the transformation take place before his eyes, a sharp green light exploding in the room. Sephiroth stood silently staring coldly at the men before him. Rude held his weapon out to him in an offer of returning it to him. \"Welcome back....we have a plan to take control of Shinra and end Cloud and his group.\" Rude said calmly, staring eye to eye with Sephiroth.\nSephiroth took the weapon from Rude, sheathing it on his side, as he looked about the room. He did not respond to Rude, but merely looked at him. His unmerciful silver eyes stared straight through the man behind the shades, a smirk forming across his thin white lips. \"Is that so?....\" Sephiroth finally spoke, now looking to Reno from behind his silver hair. He examined the two as he stood tall and elegantly. \"I don't care about the city, nor about Cloud. I care about ending the program that created the SOLDIERs. I will do as mother asks. She will be happy so long as I am around.\" He stepped down from the pedestal that restrained the former SOLDIER, and turned to face Rude and Reno. \"We have work to do....\" He looked over to the door guards, and smiled even wider. \"Let's start by taking full control of these facilities.\" He turned to Reno and gave a wicked stare. \"Where is the commanding officer of these facilities?\" Sephiroth questioned coldly, as he stepped forwards only a few inches from Reno now."
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"value": "Satoshi quickly woke up and she was a bit startled by Vincent appearance and said to him,\"Where else can we go where we'll be safe from Sephiroth's grasp,no matter where we go,he'll try to track us down especially me since I have the white materia in my grasp Vincent. I'm just a bit scared about this and why did Aries gave me this for,how will I keep it safe from the enemy grasp any ideas or suggestions you have in mind Vincent hmm.?\"\nReno said to Sephiroth,\"Rude and I are in charge of these commander faclites and just to let you know the white ninja girl Satoshi has the white materia in her possion and we have no idea where she is hiding from us. We'll find her eventually, somehow Aries gave her the white materia for her to protect it from our grasp,but none of us can track her down. As long as Vincent Valentine is with her we won't get a chance to capture her and bring her to you Sephiroth at any cost,he somehow is a bit protective about her,but none of us know why,oh well we'll figure it out soon.\""
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"value": "Here is a little forest,\nWhose leaf is ever green;\nHere is a brighter garden,\nWhere not a frost has been;\nIn its unfading flowers\nI hear the bright bee hum:\nPrithee, my brother,\nInto my garden come!\nNuala's soft spoken voice eased the silence in the lonely cell where her twin brother was kept under lock and key within a cell with reinforced bars. By all means, the area he was kept locked up in was quite spacious and kept clean. He had everything he needed to function and plenty of space which he could use for various activities. There was even a small bookcase filled with a sparse collection of old leather bound books. Despite that fact that her brother suffered no cruel treatment, she knew better then anyone how he disliked the idea of being caged up like an animal. There were times when his rage grew so intense that she had no choice but to come to him. Whatever he felt, echoed through her body. His thoughts reflected in her mind if she concentrated hard enough. Some would thing it unnerving, to be able to feel and sense everything your brother could, but for Nuala and Nuada, they had never known anything else. Their bond had been intense even before they had been born, linked from the womb of their mother. At times like these, when her fair skinned brother was ill at ease, the delicate princess would stop whatever she happened to be doing and come down to visit him. She spent most of her time reciting poems to him or reading out of books, always the classics which Abe took great pleasure in showing her.\nBeing a twin, Nuala resembled her brother to an extreme. The same white hair, the same pale skin, the same markings everything. There were subtle differences, though, nothing too extreme, but enough to tell the two apart. Nualas eyes, for instance, while they are golden in color like her brothers were wider, and somewhat brighter. She also happened to be a few inches shorther than him, and her face is a bit rounder full cheeks and light colored lips, as her brothers are dark. She is slender, very petite. This evening she was bit more dressed up then usual, suggesting she had plans for later in the evening, plans that no doubt included Abe. Her dress was a deep, royal purple in color, with silver and gold accents around the wrists, neck, and waist. Certainly fit for a Princess.\nIronically enough, they didn't speak to each other very often whenever they were in eachother's company. Yet, anyone who was in the room with the creepy white twins would get a feeling that they were communicating just fine without words. Being so alike, sensing, feeling eachother's emotions, pains, pleasures and thoughts meant that there was really very little to say. Most of the time it was just Nuala reciting her poetry to him, which in an odd way seemed to calm him down. After a few long moments of silence, Nuala places a marked in her book and shut it gently. She raised her head slowly to give her brother a long and hard look, a look that plainly said she was displeased with him. \"What did you say to Abe? I know he was down hear earlier to offer you some books. He was very distraught afterwards....\" Her voice wasn't accusing, it was elegant and composed as a princess's voice should be. There were rare occasions when her brother, who was always the stronger and cleverer of the two, was able to hide things from her. Nuala on the other hand, had never been able to hide anything from her brother. \"I know you dislike him, but he means well. He is trying very hard to be friendly with you. Brother, how can you be so petty?\""
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"value": "Nuada couldn't be certain how long he had been inside of the B.P.R.D - with no windows available to him he had no way of knowing the time of day, never knowing if the sun or the moon was up and only being able to rely on the distant voice of his instincts. At first he had still had the adaptations of an outside environment - but he was sure weeks had gone by and the outside world seemed further away, sunlight and grass being replaced by stale, flourescent lights.\nAnd the guards. Miserable humans who stood stoically outside the hallway that connected into his cell, where he was displayed like some sort of circus sideshow, and they would occasionally peer in to watch him, their entertainment until they got bored of him.\nWhich they did, quite quickly - Nuada didn't speak, didn't cause trouble - after all, they had heard of his capabilities, had learned that he had nearly killed Hellboy - but he had never issued a challenge to them, had never threatened them or made any attempt to escape. In fact he barely moved most of the time, on top of refusing the disgusting human food they tried to feed him. His body was a temple; he wouldn't deface it.\nThe result was that, over time, they had become less vigilant. There was a more casual air to the men now - they had become used to this.\nAnd, very occasionally, Nuada would have visitors. Nearly every member of the team had come to see him in their uneasy attempts to make some sort of connection with him, but Abraham was the most frequent guest - and he suspected this was because of the amphibious male's connection with his dear sister.\nIn fact, he was certain that Abraham came to see him because every time he saw Nuala, he saw him - they were two parts of one whole, the dark and the light, and Abraham was trying to get to know her other half.\nHe brought books once. Nuada had gone through them in a detached way, more like he was studying them than actually reading them, picking apart the human literature - some of them had been promising, but still undeniablyhuman.\nHe had refused the next time Abraham tried to bring them to him, informing the other that he didn't want to sully his mind with such idealistic rubbish,\n\"You are trying to groom me, Abraham,\" Nuada had said, yellow eyes flicking over the other man's face; the musculature didn't allow for a broad range of emotion to be displayed, but the slightest twitch was enough for Nuada, \"Allow me to save you the effort - literature will not endear humans to me the way it has done for you. I will not be swayed.\"\nAbe had simply watched him in that calm way of his, but there was an underlying anxiety; yes, Abraham was nervous.\n\"I know what they did to you.\" Nuada added flatly, \"I know that you were tortured, kept in a glass tube, and treated like a science experiment. This bureau is only a safe haven for as long as the human government is interested in -\"\nHe struggled with the word due to his hatred for it, and the unfamiliarity of it,\n\"- freaks. And humans have a terribly short attention span, Abraham. You should know, they abandoned you to a decrepit laboratory. They may very well do it again.\"\nAbe had left without optimism, and his sister arrived filled with anger - certainly, her pretty face didn't show it, nor did her gentle tone imply it, but their connection was too strong for her to be able to hide anything from him. Nuada felt the anger as though it was his own, but would not be cowed by it.\nHe cocked his head to the side, white-blonde hair falling over his shoulder as he inspected her; she dressed in light colours as always, elegant and draping over her tiny form while Nuada adhered to neutrals that fit closely to him.\n\"Dislike, sister?\" Nuada repeated, testing the word out like it was foreign, continuing to watch her through the bars, unblinking in his focus - he was drinking her in, absorbing her in a way that was wanton. They needed eachother in a strange way; their connection had always made it difficult to stay apart, sometimes caused an ache, as though something in them was missing when they were distant.\n\"You find him sweet.\" Nuada said simply, a statement of fact, one that came without emotion, \"He is naive. Intelligent, but misguided. You feel a connection with him, sister - I feel it as well. I cannotdislikeAbraham because of it - I have no choice in the matter.\""
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"value": "Nuala unconsciously drew away from him, lowering her head ever so slightly so that her long train of silver-white hair fell around her face and spilled down her sides, betraying her discomfort as his golden gaze swept over her. There was always something in the way he looked at her, something dark and...something she didn't quite understand. Their father had always tried to keep them apart. Perhaps he had seen the way Nuada looked upon his sister and did his best to put distance between the two of them. An impossible feat. When he had left in exile, a part of Nuala had gone with him. She'd been so terribly lonely. The only thing that had kept her going at times were those rare occasions when they subconscious selves touched in the form of shared dreams. Sometimes her body would ache after his training sessions and it would remind her that he was still out there. After witnessing him kill their father, she nolonger felt safe around him. She knew he would never hurt her, but he would hurt those around her. It was one major reason why she was currently upset with him. He had harmed Abraham, the person dearest to her. The person she had forsaken her homeland for. Oh, she knew just as well as he did that they would eventually have to return to Bethmoora. As the only living heirs to the throne, their people would suffer more without them and fade even faster without someone to claim the throne. She didn't want to go back just yet. In her mind, she planned on learning as much as she could about the human world in hopes of figuring out a solution. She held out hope that they could live in harmony with humankind. Surely there had to be a way.\nHer brother on the other hand, held no hope. Only contempt. His resolve was already firmly in place and it saddened her that they could be so close and yet so different on their opinions. Nuala was everything light and good in this world and Nuada seemed endowed with darker and stronger elements. She didn't understand his drive to kill. She viewed all living things as sacred, from the smallest blade of grass to the greedy humans who destroyed the forests from which they had originated. \"Well, you have certainly done something to upset him. He....he's barricaded himself in his tank.\" Her amber eyes sought his, reading his expression and words. She had never stopped to consider that her feelings for Abraham might leek into Nuada as well. This had never happened before. For the lognest time...the world had only consisted of the two of them and now Abe had broken that thin barrier and stepped into their hearts. \"Liz and I are going shopping tonight. Since I cannot go out into the human world, she and Hellboy are going to the Troll market with me instead. I was....wondering if you would like me to bring you back anything brother? Nothing that can help you escape ofcourse, but some new clothes perhaps?\" She held genuine concern for his well-being. He was her brother and no matter what, she would always love him. She didn't even seem to have realized how close she had come to the bars of his cell. Her pale hand outstretched so that her palm was nearly touching the bars. It was as if some sort of magnet drew the two of them together."
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"value": "\"Any disturbance in Abraham is a result of something that reaches far beyond anything I could have said.\" Nuada replied coolly, \"He is troubled by you, Nuala - you are too perceptive not to be aware, Iknowyou feel it. There are days where he comes down here to speak with me, and he looks upon me the way he might look at you - he sees you in me, just as he sees some part of me in you. It concerns him, confuses him.\"\nSlowly, he cocked his head the other way, eyes flicking over the details of her outfit, the ornate material and the silver clasp at her neck and wrists - silver had always looked so lovely on his sister, as did all of the cool colours she tended to favour, the blues and greens and purples.\nOf course, she was very becoming in red, though she wore it so rarely.\n\"Abraham understands more than we could hope for anyone not of our kind to do - but he will never fully comprehend us - he bases his worth on how much he knows. Being unable to connect - frustrates him. Beyond that, his concern is for your well-being and because of the way we are, sister, indirectly he is also concerned for my own. He cannot help himself; the curse of his perception.\"\nHe was watching his sister through his eyelashes, his hands sliding up the bars of his cell, fingers grasping the metal,\n\"There is nothing I would desire.\" Nuada said, and his hand suddenly shot out, limbs lean and reflexes so quick that he caught Nuala's tiny, fine-boned hand in his palm, tugged it towards the bars. The guards outside were suddenly tensed, poised to spring - but all Nuada did was draw her hand close and kiss her fingertips, \"My dear sister.\""
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"value": "Some part of Nuala knows that her brother's words ring true, that Abraham is struggling to grasp at the connection between the twins. A connection that he can detect, but cannot hope to gain entry and dare not intrude upon. He was kind, intelligent, and understanding. He was everything Nuala had ever hoped for....and yet there was a void within her that he could not fill. No doubt Abe could sense that void. An empty space, an aching in her heart and herentirebeing that only Nuada could fill. Anyone who loved her would have to play second party to the intense bond she shared with her brother and that was the plain, bitter truth. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a strong pale hand shot out and grabbed at her wrist, spidery fingers locking her in place. The princess jolted as the bond between the two of them intensified when they touched. Her thoughts flew into his mind like the fluttering of a humming bird's wings and at the same time, his thoughts bombarded her. She could feel him inside of her mind like a dark whisper, the two of them speaking a lifetime of words without uttering a single word outloud.\nNuala snapped out of her trance as his mouth replaced his hand, drawing in a shaky breath as the guards began to make their way towards her. She held out her free hand to ward them off, her heart racing and body quivering with each brush of his lips. \"No, no! He's not hurting me. Lower your weapons....please.\" All she recieved in reply were faint grumbles and odd looks in their direction. At long last she drew her hand away from the bars of his cell. Every single time Nuada touched her, the slightest brush of skin or lips flew through her body like a lightning bolt, freezing her in place and leaving her breathless. She began to take a delicate step backwards, picking up the book she had discarded and holding it to her chest as if it could shield her racing heart from his dark gaze. \"I'll pick something out for you nonetheless, brother.\" Sheepish. Shy. Withdrawing from their connection. \"Liz is going to have twins....I don't know if anyone told you.\" She had decided to change the subject, nervously pushing back strands of silverish white hair behind her ears."
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"value": "There was little else Nuada could possibly need, and with his sister's hand in his, there was nothing but her. When they touched, there was a sense of - completion; it was the feeling that he was finally whole after being only a broken shard for far too long. As very young children, they had shared a close connection that had kept them together at all times and when they had been apart, Nuada had communicated with his sister through their shared telepathy, had soothed her to sleep on nights where she was troubled.\nBut age and time and the years of becoming jaded had made them blossom into two very unique beings; their connection was as strong as ever but their differences were palpable. They hadn't grown distant or even grown apart, but their lives had merely forced them to journey away from eachother, and as much as it had pained Nuada, he had frequently reminded himself of the greater good and had dedicated himself to his cause - rid the world of the disease that was ravaging it. Destroy the humans, save and restore the suffering and dying planet.\nKissing her fingers, he could feel her heart - it was as though it was in his chest instead of hers, and he could hear the change in her breathing, feel the heat in her face without needing to touch it. He awoke something in her just as she did to him.\nStill, Nuada said nothing; he simply watched her, yellow eyes boring into her, absorbing her.\nWith no words, he still managed to communicate to her:\nI have missed you.\nFinally, he released Nuala's hand as she began to step back and he dropped his own to his sides, giving her one final study before turning away again.\n\"Twins.\" Nuada repeated thoughtfully, and then added with a dark, airy sort of humour, \"I do hope the planet is prepared.\"\nAnd he moved away without another word, taking his place up against the wall to resume his meditation."
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"value": "Princess Nuala turned at the exact same time her brother did, mirroring his movements in perfect symmetry, right down to the sway of their silvery hair. They truly were opposite sides of the same mirror. Darkness and light. It all seemed so simple when put that way, but for the two of them it was much more complicated. \"I'll be sure to bring you something back, brother.\" The fact that they were so close sometimes had a positive side. She always knew what gifts to give him. She knew, even if he would not admit it, that her brother needed another set of clothing. He refused to wear the human clothing that had been given to him. He was so stubborn. Even human food disgusted him. He ate only enough to keep up his strength. Elves were not like humans, they needed less food to survive. Infact, one would almost say that they indulged in eating as more of a habit then a necessity. For a few moments she remained frozen in place, standing with her back to his cell, her head bowed and her eyes closed.\nAfter a few moments of silence passed, the princess daintily picked up the long edges of hs skirts so that they would not drag along the floor and become dirty, walking calmly out of the lockdown ward. His omnious reply to Liz's pregnancy bothered Nuala...mostly because she knew as well as he did the destruction that demons could wield. Hell on earth...fire and chaos. She shook herself from those thoughts, not entirely sure if they were her own or if they belonged to her brother.\nAs a daughter of King Balor, Nuala could grant Hellboy and Elizabeth Sherman safe passage into the Troll market. She did not normally come here herself, this was a place her brother haunted and so his knowledge of the crowded streets soon became her own. She knew this place, but only in a hauntingly deja vu sense. Most of the nooks nad crannies they traveled through she had never seen herself, yet she navigated with all the experience of someone who had walked the market a thousand times over. Elven royalty did not often visit the market....everywhere they went, they were given wide berth. Some of the market inhabitants would even bow from time to time. Not only was she a princes, she was the sister of Prince Nuada Silverlance, Lady of Bethmora, The Elf Princess of Underworld, She-elf of the Invisible Realm; and she was to be treated with respect and reverence.\nNuala somehow managed to slip away from her group, just long enough to listen to a bit of gossip about what was going on in her homelands. One of their lesser cousins had stepped in to become the new King, but as any elf well knew....the crown rejected him. So long as the true heirs were alive, the sacred crown would never rest upon a usurpers head. Her people were fading faster then ever before without a ruler. She could not help feeling guilt and shame. Her people needed someone to guide them and here she was, hiding out in the human realm. Yet, she didn't want to return. Not yet. She didn't have a solution on how to live in harmony with humankind just yet. If she could not return....that left her brother.\nThe next evening her visit was much later then usual, in the darkest hours of the night. She crept towards the guards and gave them a smile to disalarm them, placing a strange looking sweet in each guard's hand. Little did they know that those weren't sweets at all. They were laced with a sleeping potion. Even in this act of deceit, Nuala was kind and gentle, she could have easily killed them. When the guards fell swiftly to the ground, she stopped to be sure they weren't harmed by their fall before pushing open the doors and entering quietly.\n\"Brother.\" She greeted him as she reached the cage, holding up the key card that controlled the door to his cell. She had wanted the guards out of the way so that she could speak with him in privacy. At this point, the fate of his freedom was within his own sister's hands...but there was a catch. There was always a catch. \"You know why I'm here. If I set you free, if I help you escape back to our homelands, will you swear an oath to me that you will not wage war upon humankind?\" He would not relent in destroying humans, she knew this....but as always she held out hope. Someone had to return, someone had to lead in their father's absence. \"You will not shed the blood of our people in a war against humans?\""
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"value": "It was a boring, uneventful sort of day. The sun was high up above, shining down brilliantly, shimmering off the waxy surface of the tall grass and waters of the cool lake. A few bird pokemoncould be heard chirpig and chittering rather happily in the trees, but there figures where unseen, only sounds where heard. The clouds over heard the tall leavy canopy seemed to move in an almost lazy sort of fashion as well. It seemed nature itself decided to relax and come to an almost complete stand still, though one might expect an explosion of sorts to suddenly tear thorugh the air and breaking the silent. Nothing of the sort happened unfortunetaly.\nThe only movement came from a trainer and his partner, a jolteon male. The two stood almost at the same high, the jolteon shorter, unless he extended his ears to stand up straight, making him a good few inches taller. Both shared the same glear green stare, though the trainer was dressed, while the jolteon seemed to enjoy letting his rather menacing looking spikes keep him covered and looking less exposed, though of course he was in all the sense exposed to the elements.\nThe boy sighed, his pokemon partner follwed suite. \"Not a single trainer, pokemon, or battle all day long,\" the blond boy complained as he slumped, dropping his pack down on the ground to kneel over the small crystal clear water to ash his face. \"I know,\" his jolteon, who like his trainer seemed to share the same lust for excitment and action. \"Nothing at all....today is boring and dull,\" he said, a few arcs of electricity surging through his spiked mane, that did well to cover his features a bit. \"I know,\" the boy said, seeming almost a bit cautious in speaking with his disgruntled pokemon \"We still have a few days till we get to the next town, so we have plenty of time to run into...something to do before a gym battle,\" he said, which seemed to calm the jolteon down just a bit, but only a bit."
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"value": "Oddly enough, the same could be said about the day of another sort of plane, another universe of existence, a parallel one. A somewhat boring, uneventful day seemed to be in store for ayoung hedgehoggirl as well, as she sat underneath a tree, close to Emerald Hill. Lately, things around here had been quiet, peaceful, calm...which to some was nice, but the girl actually found it all rather boring. Generally, when one grows up in a world which is almost constantly under attack by a disgruntled fat man and his creations, you tend to get used to always being active. Being the sort to always enjoy being out and about, Canta had been spending her day just relaxing, trying to get used to it...and failing terribly. \"Dammit...I know I shouldn't be hoping for an attack or something, but why can'tsomethinghappen today?\" As she spoke to herself, eyes closed, her ear twitched lightly, sliding open an emerald orb, glancing past her red streaked pink hair, as her scarf began to blow in an upcoming wind. \"What...?\" Suddenly, the wind started picking up, forming what looked like a tornado or vortex about twenty feet from her, starting to force anything not nailed down to come closer, Canta included. Springing to her feet, she started to drag her booted feet into the grass, trying to pick up speed in the other direction. While not every hedgehog was gifted with the speed of light or sound, she was no slouch...but this close, without any warning to run, she didn't have much of a chance. Letting out a yell, she was lifted off her feet and tossed about, before blacking out.\nA flash or two of thunder could be heard above the trainer and his Jolteon, as the wind tunnel seemed to form high above the tree, spitting something out of it, as it came falling through the tree, then splashing down near the bank of the little lake. It was Canta, the hedgehog, passed out, hair a mess, shirt pushed up near her chest, and skirt tussled around, with her scarf and arm-sock glove looking close to falling off."
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"value": "It was the jolteon who seemed to see it coming before it even happened. His ears perked up and he stared at the calm blue sky. \"Whats wr..\" but before his trainer could say another word, the sky seemed to explode with activity. Storm clouds seemed to leak out of some unseen opening in the sky. A few in this world would see this and assume it was another catastrophy about to be caused by team rocket, galactic, magma, or any of those other crack job organizations hell bent on world domination. The two however had not been graced with such an experience and both looked up in awe as lightning began to streak through the sky. \"Sparks....what is that?\" his trainer asked, pointing up as the clouds began to swirl around violently, a hole opening like some sort of portal to the heavens. \"It's either a flock of really pissed off looking whirlwind attack....or some sort of unnatural disaster,\" the jolteon spoke, his mane once again charging with eletricity as the sky crackled with energy.\nBoth stood rooted to the ground, despite the danger. Both watched as the sky seemed to eject something out of the clouds, as the wind tunnel stretched down dangerously close, right in front of them in fact. As suddenly as the storm had come, it seemed to grow calm, though the sky still seemed dark and stormy. Sparks was the first to look and see what had happened as he heard the splash in the water. He was both awe struck, and rather confused as he looked at the pink creature. \"What is it?\" his trainer asked. The jolteon sniffed her gently \"No idea...never smelt something like it,\" he said. Once his trainers pokedex confirmed it was an unknown species, they both wondered if it was some sort of new pokemon. \"Should we try catching it...her?\" the question was proposed. Sparks however shook his head \"Lets wait for it to wake up, maybe it's....well I dunno I just want to see what happens,\" the Jolteon said."
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"value": "The pink creature stayed still for a few moments more, before finally stirring awake a little, coughing up a little bit of water. Groaning, she slowly sat up, rubbing her temple, as she adjusted her outfit, standing, keeping her eyes shut. Her back to the duo, she opened her green eyes, blinking them a few times as she looked about in front of her, looking very confused. \"Wait...what happened...? Where am I? Last I remember, I was on Emerald Hill, the wind picked up...now I'm here, wherever this is.\" Mumbling how she had gotten wet, she turned around, only to find the human and the...pointy thing beside him. Jumping back with a sound, she then growled, shaking her gloved fist. \"What the hell? How dare you sneak up on me...whoever you are!\" Taking a defensive stance, she got ready to dash if she needed to, taking another step away from them, out of the water.\n\"Where...where is this? Who are you...and what are you?\" She said, motioning towards Sparks, having never seen anything like him before, though, he did seem to remind her of someone, in some way. She sneezed lightly, shivering just a bit from having hit water to then stand up and get hit by wind, but she didn't let it bother her right now, she had other things to worry about."
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"value": "The two where still as she came to consciousness. They watched as she stood up, fixed her cloths, which Sparks had thought might have been apart of her like some pokemon, and talk to herself. His ears twitched, her voice was pleasent, and other then the physical features, it now proved she was a girl. They stayed silent for some time while she took everything in. Sparks ears twitched at the mention of an emerald hill, and thought of jewels and shiny things for a split second. When she finally turned to look at them he stiffened a bit, half expecting, and hoping, she'd make some sort of attack. But that never came either.\n\"Sneak up on you?\" His trainer asked \"We've been here for a few minutes now,\" he said rather unceremoniously. \"And his name is Sparks,\" he said pointing at the jolteon. \"I'm a jolteon, and thats my partner,\" he said. \"As for where you are...we are in the continent called Sinnoh, and a few miles from Oreburgh city,\" Sparks spoke, his voice not cruel or any sort of unpleasent. His eyes stared at her. Her cloths clung to her so tightly from the water, he could make out her figure even more so, if he hadn;t already seen some when her cloths where nearly falling off. \"Whats your name?\" he asked her since he realied his name had been given, but he didn;t get hers in return just yet."
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"value": "Canta growled a little towards the trainer, as she found his answer to be in a tone she didn't care for, nor did she usually like humans terribly much either. The Jolteon on the other hand...he seemed nice enough. Or, at least, was polite, unlike the man. Though, as they answered her questions, she just looked even more confused then before. \"Sinnoh? Oreburgh? Jolteon? What...what is any of that? Dammit, I'm completely lost!\" She grumbled to herself as she held her head, sighing, peaking a green eye at the male Jolteon. She had to admit, he wasn't that bad looking, but she kept her mind on the business at hand. \"...Canta, my name is Canta. I'm a hedgehog.\" She added in at the end, looking about before she turned her back to the two once more, before turning back to them. \"...You said a few miles from a town? Fine...I'll look there to see what happened.\" Just before she left, she moved past the two, then glanced to Sparks and smiled politely. \"Thank you, Sparky.\"\nAs she started to run, she found herself twenty feet away in the blink of an eye, before tripping and falling onto her ass. \"Owwwww! What the hell...? I've never been that fast before...what the hell kind of place is this?\" She whined and rubbed her bum lightly, which wasn't being covered the best by her skirt currently, giving a rather nice view of her pale pink undies from under the fishnet. \"Great...now what?\""
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"value": "\"I guess your not from around here,\" Sparks replied. Though that was painfully obvous, though she seemed dressed like most of the human girls he'd seen before. She looked like a pokemon of sorts. When she gave him her name and what she was he was just as confused as her. \"What is a hedgehog?\" he thought to himself, he guessed she must be something like a zigzagoon, or even a sort of sandslash or jolteon, though she was pink, and much to slim to be a sandslash. He guessed wherever she came from she was a common sort of thing. He wondered if a pokeball would still work on her, but rather then asking his trainer to throw one at her he decided maybe aother time she would allow him to test that theory.\nHe stared at her long and hard and she moved a bit, he noticed she was very attractive indeed. He however felt a surge of eletricity course along his ears when she called him \"Sparky\" it was a cutesy sort of thing he didn;t like, but at the same time when she said it it made him blush. \"Um..wait you shouldn;t wonder off alone without a pokemon,\" he told her. He blinked only to notice she suddenly ran twenty feet in the blink of an eye \"Agility?\" he wondered. He decided to keep up a bit and used agility without his trainers command and zoomed to catch up, though as he came close he noticed she was getting up and he caught a look under her skirt, which only made him suddenly surge with eletricity again."
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"value": "Canta sighed a bit, brushing herself off as she shook her head, then her ear twitched as she looked to where Sparks was, a second before he got there. She sighed lightly, wishing he would just leave her to her misery. \"And to answer you from before, I can take care of myself just fine. I can fight for myself.\" Tapping her left foot on the ground, she looked down at her shoes, which held up with her speed quite well, figuring they were kinda made to do that, she just wasn't sure for what sort of speed. \"So, what do you want, Sparky? Do you just follow girls in skirts for the hell of it?\" She said, chuckling, being rather sarcastic at the moment, showing she had an attitude, and was rather sassy when covering for worry. Still, she wondered why this pointy thing, this Jolteon, even bothered to check on her, he didn't really know her and she wasn't anything like him.\n\"You know, you remind me of someone...must be the pointy-ness, the golden fur, the lack of pants...nah, couldn't be.\" She chuckled a bit more, padding over towards him, tracing a finger lightly under his chin, as she kept moving past him. \"So, care to explain something? How did I get here? Since you and your human where watching me that whole time, apparently. What happened? Or are you just gonna leave this girl in the dark there, Sparky?\" She had to admit, she was starting to like teasing with him by calling him that, it was rather catchy."
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"value": "Sparks once more surged with embaressment as she seemed to think he was some sort of pervert, or a skirt chaser. \"No...no...I mean I wouldn't mind followigng you around...I mean...I'm just concerned since your not from around here,\" he said realizing he said way to much. Only causing more archs of eletricity to jolt off his spiked man and even along his cheeks as he did his equivilence of blushing.\nAs she trailed a finger under his chin, he found himself getting lost in her rather seductive gaze. He didn;t even seem to care she once again called him \"Sparky\" in an attempt to tease him. His eyes looked back at her before his blinked and realized she had just asked him to explain everything to her. \"Well...I don;t really understand why or how your here...but you...literally came out of the sky,\" he told her and gave her a detailed recap about how the sky had suddenly become dark and stormy, and how the clouds opened up only to have her splash into the lake before them.\n\"I mean...at first we thought maybe you where a pokemon....but well....I guess your a...h...hedgehog,\" he said remembering what she had called herself. \"And I didn;t mean to say your helpless...it;s just that traveling alone can be dangerous, as well...some things lurk in the tall grass....pokemon who will attack you if your not careful.\""
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"value": "\"Out of the sky? Really? Huh...well, I guess I know what that wind tunnel did now. Where it came from hell if I know...but I'm sure it wasn't just randomly. Either way...\" She smiled to him lightly, chuckling as she padded past him again, pacing back and forth, thinking. So, she was in another place, possibly another world, if they didn't know what a hedgehog was, but still had humans and other creatures...that seemed to be based on 'regular' animals. So, she could go off on her own, or stick around with this pointy cutie and his human, which, in a way, sounded like a better idea for now, having no idea about the area around her. Even she could fend for herself, best be near someone who knew their way around. So, turning back to face him, she moved right up to him, looking to his eyes, being just a little shorter then him and placed a finger on his nose. \"Alright, Sparky, you win. I'll stick around with you and your human for a bit, but only until I learn out to get home. Then I'm juicing my way out of here.\"\nSmiling, she started to walk back towards the little camp, playfully swaying her hips a little for him, as she looked back to him. \"And for your information, I'm sure I've already seen and faced things worse then something 'lurking in tall grass'. Now, if only I can get used to this...\" She tried to run again, only going a short burst, then back, without falling this time.\n\"Good...now to figure keep myself from tripping over my own when going further then that...oh, right.\" Looking back the the Jolteon, she tilted her head. \"So, care to tell me more about this place as we head back?\""
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"value": "Sparks watched her pace baack and forth. He wondered what it was like where she came from, but that wasn;t the important matter. What was important was what she would do, she could probably outrun most things, anything she couldn;t outrun though would be trouble he guessed. Hisears perked up as she decided to stick around \"Maybe your hear for a reason....hell today was boring before you suddenly showed up,\" he said. \"If we figure a way to get you home, I'll gladly help you get back,\" he said to her with a smile.\nHe watched her walk ahead, seeing her hips sway made him once more feel strange, but he shook it off. \"I don;t doubt you'd faced...obsticles before...but it's just your not used to things here,\" he told her. \"Besides your company would be...well I wont lie, I'd really like it,\" he admited. \"As for where we are, well we are in sinnoh now, in this world there are thee major continent, Kanto, Johto, and Sinnoh,\" he told her. \"Humans inhabit the world, but pokemon, what I am, we far much more numerous.\" he said. He explained how a trainer and pokemon worked together to acheive things, even telling her how relationships could be formed between them. He explained to her what a pokeball was, what battles where like, competitions, and how everyone in some way wanted to be the best of the best."
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"value": "\"How sweet of you.\" She said, chuckling lightly, keeping at his side for now, listening as he spoke to her, hearing about the world, how it was made up, the creatures and things within it...it all sounded interesting to her. Mostly due to it sounding completely different from her own world, which, more often then not, was facing some kind of threat, battle, or something along those lines. So, a place like this sounded...well, a lot more laid back, she thought. \"Wow...really? That sounds different from my own world in a lot of ways, as I would have guessed. But still...this place seems to be massive, then, huh? And you all traveling by foot? At walking speeds?\" She was curious, tilting her head and watching him, till something clicked for a moment.\n\"Would you like to see what I can do aside from just running, Sparky?\" She grinned to pointed to a small tree nearby, as she started to pad toward it, before jumping up and curling up, using her momentum to start spinning, looking like a pink and red buzzsaw as she sliced through the trunk, landing on her feet on the other side, as it shifted, and fell lopsidedly. Standing up, she grinned, chuckling as she looked to Sparks and winked. \"So? Not too shabby, huh?\""
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"value": "He nodded \"Well we do travel from time to time by train and boat, but yeah ost of it is done by foot,\" he said to her. \"It's not to bad though,\" he told her. He had explained about evultion as well, and that being a jolteon, he had once been an eevee and after coming in contact with a specific stone he had turned into the spikey yellow pokemon she saw now. At the mention of what else she could do he could only nod and watch as she cut through the tree in a rather sandslash kind of fashion. \"Wonder if she isn;t a pokemon,\" he said to himself.\n\"Thts pretty impressive,\" he said to her. For some reason he felt like showing off a little all of a sudden. \"But, can you do this,\" he asked her. He went down on his fours, it seemed strange, but he suddenly burst off into a sprint and as he ran eletricity built up and he collided into the tree ausing it to explode as he used a bolt tackle into it. He shook himself off and looked to see how she would react."
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"value": "Gargoyles: Whitestone Chronicles\nGargoyles: Whitestone Chronicles\nWhitestone Keep had kept its vigil over the English Channel for centuries, perched atop the White Cliffs of Dover as a silent guardian for as long as anyone could remember. Once used as a lookout against invading forces, it had long ago been abandoned and left to crumble away into the sea. But the castle had stubbornly refused to surrender, even as its defensive walls crumbled and the keep was overgrown by moss and ivy, it stood proudly, a battered warrior of a time gone by. Perched on the roof of the keep, strangely untouched by the elements that had ravaged its surroundings, was a single statue, the lone defender of the crumbling castle. The stone figure watched the sunset with sightless eyes, the pale stone bathed in an orange light.\nThe sun sank steadily towards the horizon, painting the sky with a palette of golds, reds, and violets. The air began to still, the only sounds were the faint crashing of the waves at the base of the cliffs and the chirping of crickets in the grass. Finally, the glowing orb disappeared below the edge of the sky, the last rays clinging desperately to life for a few moments before fading away. Once the darkness fell, a new life stirred within the castle grounds.\nThe statue ?? a Gargoyle sitting in a thoughtful pose ?? seemed to tremble, cracks forming in the light gray stone. They spread, snaking from its taloned feet all the way to the wild-looking mane upon its head. The stone began to chip and fall away, as something tried to escape from the confines of the statue. Finally, with a crash of falling stone, the Gargoyle burst forth, spreading her wings widely as she stretched and yawned. Her ivory skin seemed to glow in the pale light of the rising moon as she stood over her ??kingdom??. Shrugging off the last chips of stone, she flapped her wings briefly and vaulted from the roof, gliding over the defensive walls and out past the cliffs. The ocean below her was a sheet of inky water and foam, the crashing surface laced with slivers of the moon.\nThe Gargoyle smiled softly to herself, using the updraft from the sea below to give her lift, letting her swoop with grace up and into the sky. Her name was Ellice. She??d been living at Whitestone Keep for?as long as she could remember. The Keep had been her life, given her shelter. Kept her safe. She might have lacked a Clan, but she knew that it was for the best. Her white skin stood out too much at night, and having not wanted to be a burden and danger to her Clan, she had run off when she was but a hatchling. Having lived most of her life here, she hadn??t seen another Gargoyle since she had ran away ?? but even the memories of her parents and siblings were growing distant and hard to recall.\nShe flared her wings and turned back to the castle, clearing the sheer edge of the cliff with ease, swooping up over the wall and landing with a soft noise in the grass. She walked around the courtyard, the grounds overrun with weeds and ivy. It was a quiet retreat for her, a place where she would relax and meditate each night before setting about repairing the castle as best as she could. She was part of the reason that Whitestone was as in good of a condition as it was in. She had spent decades replacing and maintaining the bricks and stones that made up the castle walls.\nStill, her youthful appearance and nature showed that she was still ?? in the terms of her species ?? barely into her 20s. Quietly, she sat down cross-legged in the grass, closing her eyes and smiling. ??Good evening, my friends?? She spoke softly, her voice mature, but her tone innocent, almost childish. Across from her was a collection of nests, where a group of hawks had taken claim as their home. They had been her family, teaching her the ways of how to survive. ??It??s going to be a busy night tonight?? She looked up at the castle walls that she was constantly repairing, and the pile of collected stones that she had piled up to use. ??But first?? Her stomach growled??Breakfast?? She giggled to herself, standing to her feet.\nEllice dug her claws into the rock wall, climbing up to one of the still-standing towers, looking quietly out at the inky sheet of water below. In the light of the moon, she could see the land on the other side of the Big River. Often, she had wondered what was over there, but it was simply too far for her to glide to. She smiled again, licking her lips as she spread her wings wide, leaping out towards the edge of the cliffs once more. She dove down towards the water, much like her friends would do, building up speed to catch the fish by surprise. As she neared the surface of the water, she quickly angled her wings and almost snapped horizontal, raking her clawed hands into the water, sending a spray of cool water flying. She felt something hit her talons, and clutched her hands tight, swooping back into the sky.\nShe smiled, lifting the stunned fish to look at it. It was a big one, a very good meal. She banked back towards the cliffs, using the updrafts to lift her once more. She landed carefully, folding her wings back against her. \"I am sorry, friend. But I must eat...\" She said softly, almost mournfully, to the fish that was now flopping around in her hands. She pinched quickly behind the fish's head and it went still. She quietly walked over to the fire pit she had made, pushing the fish onto a stick. Using two stones and a pile of dry grass, she quickly started a fire, propping the fish up over it and waiting."
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"value": "Whitestone Keep...\nIt was much farther out of the way than he had expected.\nMathias Zane, heir to the Zane estate, was arriving at the broken castle which he had just purchased with much of his grand inheritance, much to the rest of his family's chagrin. Instead of settling down in a rich mansion with a rich wife popping out rich heirs for the rich family, he finally achieved his youthful dream of buying the keep that had once belonged to his family in the days gone by.\nDays in which this keep was in much better repair.\nPopping the door of his black sedan open, he stepped out and took a good look at how his new project looked in the moonlight. He had been hoping to get here at least a few hours before sunset, so he could have a clearer look around. He'd seen it before, but was never allowed closer for safety reasons. The place was in horribly poor repair, and even with only the moonlight to shine over the stones, he could see that a rock could fall out of place if a bird so much as crapped on it.\nLuckily, that is why he brought his hat!\nIt was a helmet, to be precise, one of those mining safety helmets with a light on the top. Pulling it out of his car, he strapped it under his chin, his dark, shoulder-length hair curling just before his neck as it was forced against his scalp by the safety apparatus. He unbuttoned his 'good shirt', leaving only the white undershirt to complement the black jeans he wore. Sure, they weren't 800 dollar clothes, but he was the black sheep of the family. Might as well wear the wool.\nFlicking the headlight on, he closed his car door and locked it with a touch of his remote. The two quick cheeps was all he needed to get moving, placing the keys back in his pocket. Before he pulled them out, though, he felt the pictures of the castle the previous owner had taken. He withdrew them as he started walking towards the outer gate, flipping through them as he compared them to the real deal. It all looked the same, and even though the pictures were taken during the day, the moon and stars were so perfect and bright out here, away from the city lights, that it might as well have been a cloudless, sunny day to his eyes.\nGod he loved the night.\nAs he grew closer to the main gate, he continued looking at the pictures, his brow furrowing for a second after seeing one in particular. He looked to the keep, then back to the picture, the keep again, and gave a sigh.\nThat pretty gargoyle statue he liked must have fallen. Now that was a shame... it was such a unique piece. It seemed to be made out of solid stone, though, so maybe it didn't shatter too badly where it hit the ground. If he was lucky, maybe he'd find enough pieces to put it back together, or at least use it as a reference to have another made.\nWith a smile, he stood at the main gate. A sane person would have waited until daytime, or at least taken a friend along for safety. But a sane person did not just buy a castle with the hopes of restoring it to its former glory and creating a legacy that only his oldest of ancestors could claim to. So in he strolled, using the pictures as a guideline to find where the beautiful stone gargoyle had fallen."
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"value": "The fish had just started to cook, steam rising up from the scaled flesh when she first picked up the sounds of something new, something she had not heard before. Ellice looked up from the glow of the fire, cocking her head slightly as she listened to it grow closer, a loud, unnatural sound. Bright, unknown lights shone through some of the holes in the walls, playing across her ivory flesh. She looked quickly to her sleeping friends, raising a finger to her lips. \"Be quiet, my friends. I will be back...\" she whispered to them, quickly climbing the wall to give herself a better vantage point. Was this new thing something dangerous? Or was it a new friend?\nEllice kept low as she peeked over the edge of the wall at the strange...thing...below her. Two bright lights, brighter than any torch or fire, shone upon the stone walls of the castle. A loud, feral growling came from the beast, making her claws grip a little tighter into the stone, if she had to defend her home, she would. But something within the beast moved, part of it opening to step out. She blinked in confusion and surprise, looking upon the unknown figure. He ?? it was certainly a male by the looks - looked much different than herself. No wings, no tail...he was not a Gargoyle...what was he? Was it a human? She knew that she had hidden from the humans to keep her Clan safe. And now one was here!\nEllice kept herself hidden as he approached the castle, a strange torch resting upon his head. She quickly ducked down when his gaze turned upward, pressing herself to the floor until the beam of light fell away from her. She crept along the top of the castle wall, looking over the other side of the wall as he entered, following him as he explored the castle grounds. It started to make her feel a little nervous.\nShe saw her small garden, the piles of rocks she had made to fix the walls, and knew that he could see them too. She could also smell the fish; it was getting close to being done. If she waited too long to retrieve it, it would be ruined, and she would not be able to eat tonight. But she didn't want him to see her... As she leaned over the wall to look at him, a piece of loose stone gave way under her weight, the rock dropping to the ground with a dull thump! and she quickly ducked, hoping that he hadn't seen her. Her heart thumped nervously in her chest, and she swallowed the lump in her throat."
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"value": "He heard the stone as it was falling, the clicks of the smaller pebbles giving it away and giving him plenty of time to move. As it thumped harmlessly to the ground, his first instinct was to look up at the source. The spotlight beamed against the side of the stone wall, but he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just broken stone from a weary keep that just needed some tender loving care.\n\"Ah, you're just falling apart, aren't you?\" He chuckled as he spoke to Whitestone, rubbing his hand along the rock wall as though he was rubbing the back of a tired friend. \"Well don't you worry about it, old girl. You're in good hands now.\"\nChuckling to himself, the young man began continuing his stroll, searching for the gargoyle that he hoped had not shared that stones fate. When he came to the spot where he thought it'd be, he was not only surprised, but disappointed not to find anything. He looked up, then back to the picture, certain that this is the spot where the picture showed she was. Looking down at his feet, though, he didn't see the toppled stones. In fact, he didn't see anything except for a few scraps and chips of stone that looked like they came from the stone above him. They couldn't have belonged to that gargoyle unless she had been hollow. They didn't make hollow statues back then...\nDid they?\nAt any rate, he didn't lose hope. If she didn't fall forwards, maybe she had fallen backwards. Behind this wall was the courtyard, so if she had toppled from her lofty perch, than she may have landed on that side. With a smile, he began walking around the walls, keeping one hand on the walls to balance himself as he steps over the scattered stones.\nIt wasn't long before he had gone around enough to find the entrance to the courtyard, but as soon as his eyes fell into the darkness, he had to pause. He could see a dull orange glow, flickering against a distant wall. Fire? Fire meant people, and people meant that somebody hadn't told him everything.\n\"Is someone here?\" He called, hearing his own voice echo against the walls. It wasn't safe for him to go into the darkened courtyard, because if he had a violent squatter on his hands, he didn't want to be surprised, or ambushed.\n\"I'm not the police, and I'm not going to make anyone leave...\" He slowly began walking in, making sure to keep his eyes sharp and his hearing sharper for anyone sneaking up on him. If he did find someone, he was probably either going to pay them to relocate or offer them a job. Any homeless person would jump at the chance, and those that wouldn't... well, he knew how to defend himself enough to keep out of such a dangerous situation.\n\"If there's anyone here... I just want to talk. That's all.\"\nIt would seem his search for the gargoyle would have to take a rain check."
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"value": "Ellice quickly ducked down behind the ramparts as the rock fell to the ground with a clatter of loose pebbles bouncing against stone. She peeked over the side to make sure she had not hit the human, but quickly hid herself once again as his torchlight played up over the walls, passing over where she had stood moments before. There were no shouts of alarm, just soft words, and when she crouched to peer over the walls again, he was rubbing his palm along the stone, speaking as though to the Keep itself. She blinked, continuing to follow him with her eyes as he walked around the castle wall.\nHe was looking for something ?? that much she was certain of. But what? Ellice crept along the upper walls, watching her footing as to avoid another accident that almost got her caught. As he approached the spot where she slept, her eyes widened as he looked up at the spot, before down to the chips of stone that had fallen when she had woken.\nHe was looking forher.\nTerror gripped her ?? she had tried so hard to remain hidden. How could have someone found her? Should she flee? What would happen to her friends? A scent that tickled at her nose told her that the fish had begun to burn and was ruined. She had killed for nothing tonight?but her guilt was quickly pushed aside by her fright again as he moved along the wall, heading for the courtyard entrance. She followed him back around, her mind racing as she watched him stand before the open gateway.\nHis voice called out, echoing against the courtyard walls. He saw her fire ?? he knew she was there. She stood and actually spread her wings to fly, but where could she go? This was all she had!\n??Please, don??t hurt my friends!? She finally spoke, her desire to protect them surpassing her own desire to keep safe. ??I will come out, just don??t hurt them.? Ellice hopped down from the top ledge of the wall, landing several feet away from him. Her wings and tail were drawn protectively around her body, and fear could be seen in her eyes as she looked at him."
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"value": "When he had heard the voice, he was thinking that, if she were a woman, then she'd be much easier to speak to. As 'unfair' as it was, he tended to treat female strangers better than males. Some double standards are just hard to break.\nHowever, the echos kept him from knowing where exactly the voice came from, so when he saw a figure plunge from above and thud onto the ground, he thought the worst. He took a step back out of shock, a small gasp leaving his lips as his eyes tried to disbelieve what the saw.\nHis lamp illuminated a pale, winged figure with a long mane of hair. Her body was huddled against itself, with something resembling wings cloaking her frightened frame. She had a tail that curled around her legs defensively, and instead of a human face, she had this strange beak, and resting above it were two horribly fearful eyes.\nPerhaps it was the terror she exuded that kept him feeling it himself. His mind's natural instinct to flee from the creature he did not understand was overshadowed by his natural empathy, giving him time to think about who or what he was seeing.\nIt wasn't human, that was for sure, not even one in a really good costume. She looked too real, and any outfit of that quality would have more than likely NOT protected the one inside it from the jump she took. There was something else about her, too, something familiar...\nIn any case, it was obvious that he should be very careful. For all he knew, her friends were a lot less afraid of him, and any sign of hostility could provoke them to come down from the walls and attack.\n\"It's... okay,\" he told both her and himself, letting out a sigh as his nerves slightly calmed. \"I don't want to hurt anyone.\"\nHe slowly took a step forward, both of his hands out to his side to show that they were empty. He wanted to get a better look at her, to solve this nagging puzzle in his mind. \"My name is Mathias Zane. I'm... the new master of this keep, Whitestone.\"\nAs he approached, his mind started to clear, familiar features slowly bubbling to the surface of his thoughts like an arm waking up from being slept on the wrong way. His mind kept pricking him with signals that there was something he was forgetting, that this creature was more alluring than he realized. His eyes shone with curiosity and a glimmer of compassion, a trait that many of his family members stated was a sign of an improper businessman. To Mathias, it was simply who he was.\n\"I don't think I've never seen anything like you before. Do you have a name?\""
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"value": "The cone of bright light from his torch forced her to shield her eyes as it flashed over them, turning her head away from the beam and looking at the ground. She expected him to attack, to run, anything but just stand there. Her parents?one of the few things she remembered of them?had said that the humans did not understand them, and they feared and attacked what they did not understand?\nBut as she stood there before him, he did nothing, only staring in stunned silence at her visage. The silence was torturous, she was too afraid to even take a breath for as long as they made eye contact. His eyes, while still fearful, seemed to calm long before hers, and his breath escaped from his mouths. She drew back initially at the sound of his voice, despite how calm it sounded.\nShe took another when he took a step closer to her, her wings drawing a little tighter. She almost seemed to be hiding inside her wings, like a child hiding underneath a blanket to keep the monsters away. Much about her personality seemed childish. She didn't know what to say, or even if she did, how to say it.\nHe didn't seem...mean...and he said he didn't want to hurt anyone...\nShe flinched when he raised his hands to the side, but slowly started to lower her wings a little, starting to reveal more of her body to him. Since privacy was something she had had an abundance of before tonight, and her body had long outgrown any fabric she had once owned, she stood more or less naked, only a scrap of old, brown cloth ?? torn from one of the drapes ?? hung around her waist as a crude loincloth. She was most definitely an adult in body. Her ghostly white skin reflected the bright light of his torch as she stood still, her eyes panning nervously along the ground at his feet, unable to make eye contact with him, only fleeting glances.\n\"My name?\" She said softly, almost a whisper. ??I am called Ellice??\nHer eyes lifted a little bit, still only making eye contact with him for the shortest of moments before looking back to the ground. ??You are the new Master?? She said softly, lowering her head in a gesture of respect."
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"value": "\"Ellice,\" he said quietly, not wanting his voice to be much higher than hers to avoid scaring her. He saw her as a wild animal, but one that he could eventually walk up to and touch, like a deer. He didn't want to frighten her, especially not knowing what she could be capable of. For all he knew, this childish disposition could just be an act; she seemed like she could be terribly powerful if provoked.\n\"Yes... I'm the owner of Whitestone,\" he smiled a little, noticing her little bow. She was so nervous, yet she still went out of her way to show a little respect to him. He didn't ask for it, so perhaps she was genuinely frightened of him. Of course, her demeanor seemed to be softening with time, showing the human that this creature was starting to get used to him.\nHe, on the other hand, only became more and more surprised. She had an amazing body, young and natural. It was rare for him to see such pure beauty considering his wealthy lifestyle and the 'prosthetic perks' it grants to the women. If her voice had been a hint to her femininity, this was the conclusion. Despite her young attitude, most women would kill to have her curves.\nHis hand rose to his helmet and dimmed the torch, not wanting to blind her and hoping to get more eye contact. As he put his hands back down by his side, he felt the stiff photo of Whitestone in his pocket, making his thoughts flash as a sudden connection was made in his memories.\nIt was an impossible connection... but then again, she was impossible herself. Perhaps it fit.\n\"The last time I saw this place...\" he began, referring to his photograph as he took another slow step closer. \"...I saw this amazing gargoyle statue perched on top of the wall. I came tonight and it was gone... but now you are here, and you look just like the statue.\"\n\"Ellice... was that a statue of you?\"\nIt was the only thing he could think of. After all, it was so well crafted that maybe she was considered a guardian of the keep. Obviously, they would have built a statue to honor her. She didn't seem like the kind to ask for anything like that, but honestly, it was the sole conclusion that came to his mind, the thought of simply mistaking her for a statue in the photo gone out the window the second he saw the silken light of her flesh.\nNo stone was that alluring."
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"value": "Ellice continued to stand there before him, slowly beginning to calm down. The human named Mathias had not threatened her, not made any aggressive movements, had not even raised his voice towards her? Her wings flared out fully, completely revealing her form to him for a few seconds before she drew them around herself like a loose-fitting cloak. The tip of her tail curled nervously around her ankle and she chewed slightly on her bottom ??lip?? for a moment. He was the owner of the Keep?did that mean?? She lowered her head shyly, staring at the ground for a moment, but finally, she raised her head to look at him, the first time their eyes had met. Thankfully, he had dimmed the torch. Her eyes met his for the first time that night. Her eyes were a curious slate gray, still holding their naivety.\n??Does?does this mean you own me too?? She asked him softly, her voice almost inaudible too. This wasn??t what her parents had been discussing all those years ago?\nShe took a startled step backwards when he moved closer to her, her eyes widening in surprise. ??Don??t?? She began, her eyes fleeting over to the fire pit and the nests. But he did not come closer, instead beginning to speak.\nHis voice was nice.\n??Statue?? She asked, blinking as she looked to the spot on the wall where she slept, overlooking the Big River. Her ivory skin reflected the moonlight, making her appear almost to glow a little. ??That?that was me?? She said, turning back to him with a sheepish smile. \"When I sleep, I am encased in stone...\""
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"value": "Well, that just made a world of sense. \"You sleep in stone?\" He asked with a lightly puzzled expression curling his lips and face. \"So... if you were the statue...\"\nHe thought about this for a moment, her barely heard question actually managing to reach his ears. He did not advance on her, because she seemed to be very protective of something just beyond the fire. Perhaps her 'friends'? At any rate, she did pose an interesting point.\n\"...Then I suppose yes... that would make you mine.\"\nMathias wasn't a fan of slavery, nor was he a fan of taking advantage of someone's naivete. In this situation, though, he sees a lot of opportunities opening up for him. As long as he doesn't try making her do something she'd regret, then there wouldn't be any harm in 'owning' her, would there? And yes, the concept of her being his 'pet' of sorts was an... appealing one. He couldn't understand the appeal, but he definitely felt it.\n\"But that's a good thing,\" he told her softly, letting his hands rest by his sides as he watched her stand protectively over her secret space, where the fire flickered just out of sight. \"If you're mine, like this keep, then that means I get to take care of you, and perhaps your friends too, if you'll let me.\"\nHe took another step forward, a gentle smile playing across his lips. \"If you don't trust me, I understand... but do know that I'll do everything I can to keep you and your friends safe. I promise.\""
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"value": "\"Not...in the stone...\" She spoke softly, still keeping her body hidden behind the 'cloak' of her wings. \"It is...a natural process for us. We call it 'Stone Sleep'...\" Ellice watched him meekly, always ready to flee if she needed, but he seemed to understand her fear, and thankfully did not move towards her. However, she blushed deeply as he said that she was, indeed, his property since he owned the castle. She nodded softly and bowed her head in respect.\n\"I understand, my Master.\"\nHer words were whisper soft, but obedient. This was obviously new to her as well, not only his presence, but that he owned her. She slowly let her wings draw back behind her, revealing her bare and supple form. Her pale skin seemed to glow softly in the moonlight. \"What is it that you wish from me?\" She said innocently, cocking her head as she looked at the worn castle wall. Thankfully, her innocence prevented her from thinking of all the bad things that he could ask of her.\nShe still cautiously stepped back when he approached, her eyes darting over to the nook that held her friends. He said he would protect them, but she...\nHe was her Master. She should trust him...\n\"Oh...okay.\" She nodded, slowly stepping aside for him."
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"value": "The word Master... it had a very endearing quality to it. Pride welled up in his heart, because though she was naive, she was still technically his first true subordinate. His corporate employees didn't matter, as he wasn't really part of the company anymore, and they were always out for themselves anyway. He was determined to build a rapport of some sort with this beautiful creature, who was growing all the more beautiful the more she opened up to him.\nThough, aside from all the kinky things he was surprised came to his head, he couldn't think of anything he could have her do for him. She did step aside, though, and he decided to take advantage of the situation. He moved closer to the fire, slowly, and noticed the lump of charcoal skewered by the stick. It took a moment to discover that the lump was actually a fish, and he took the wooden shaft carefully out of the fire, turning it over and looking at the charred ocean fish.\n\"I see you cook just about as well as I do,\" he chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his unique knife. It looked like a claw that you hold in your fist, with the blade sticking out of the side like a bladed talon. Slowly, he dug the knife into the fish, watching it steam, nearly smoke the room.\n\"Hah, well, most of it's burned,\" he said, opening it up for her to see as he continues shaving the side carefully. \"But there are more than a few scraps that you can salvage. All I need to do is cut off the burned bits here...\"\nWhen he was done, he had a small pile of ruined fish at his feet, with a small fillet sitting on a flat stone beside him. Wiping his knife on his pants, he placed it back in his pocket and offered the meager feast to her. \"I don't know how much you need to eat... and now that I think about it, you were probably too busy focusing on me to worry about your fish. If you don't mind, I'm going to go get a snack from my car for us to enjoy to make up for it.\""
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"value": "Everything was going to hell. It didn??t matter how or why, it just was, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. All that mattered was the glass in front of him, and the numb feeling in his fingers; he had held it for far too long. The inane chatter of the others, the frantic screams outside, however distant they may be, were of no consideration. From his perch on the stool, his other hand holding his stubble dotted chin, he could see the breasts bounce, and the legs move; the rest of the world would blow over. Soon enough the noise would stop, and the FBI, or some other sort of person, would come in, and drag him out. They might shoot him, right there, his brains splattered about Rufus, the bartender; it was a definite possibility.\n??I??m telling you man, this is not good!?\nSeymour was rocked forward, a sudden obtrusive weight on his back, and stale, sour breath hot on the side of his face. With a grunt he shrugged the man off, but this interrupter was determined to pester him.\n??You always here, always here, but? but you never talk, just sit and drink! Now shit is real, and you still don??t care!? The husky man spoke, his words more than slurred.\nShrugging his shoulders, he went back to his show, the same show he had seen over 300 times before. The bang behind him told him that the man had fallen over, probably onto a table. He would not help the man, it was not like he knew the guy, or really cared for the well-being of strangers; he had his own problems. The woman left the stage, Selena, he recalled her name, and he adverted his gaze to his glass. It was full, the ice cubes nearly melted. He had not bothered to drink it, it was just there for comfort, to tell him everything was going to be okay. Besides, a bad storm was going to roll in later in the day, and he may be a border-line alcoholic, but he wasn??t stupid."
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"value": "Puckering her lush lips Charlotte smoothed the gloss evenly over the pink flesh. Leaning back to admire her work she brushed a finger over her long dark lashes, fixing the edges of the charcoal that surrounded her chocolate eyes. With a sigh she adjusted her outfit, the navy material clinging to her round bust. Standing she smoothed glittering lotion down her long slender legs, the skirt riding up her hips to reveal the black lace garters underneath.\nHer curly locks were pinned into a prim bun, but she would easily be able to release the heavy locks during her performance. The police hat laying upon her vanity reminded her that she should be on stage. As she reached for her shoes the dressing room door flew open. Charlotte twisted around, seeing her co-star Candy standing in only a G-string.\n??Candy-?\n??Lottie! You ??ave to see this. The finely dressed people on the box are talking ??bout ??da sickness!? With that, Candy bounded away, her large breasts bouncing as she gathered with the other??s around the television nestled at the bar. The blonde woman was completely oblivious to her nudity, comfortable in the heated bar of Alaska.\nCharlotte sighed, forgetting her props and shoes as she trotted after Candy, intent on bringing the excitable woman back to the dressing room. They didn??t have much more time to waste. Charlotte couldn??t afford to get fired at this point. Cringing in disgust at the large man passed out on the table she made her way into the main parlor.\n??Candy-? She called, only to get a rude shush from a costumer as he leaned forward to turn the television up. Charlotte relented, shifting to the bar she looked for a spot to view the news. Leaning forward she peered past broad shoulders and ba-dazzled bodies.\n???-Close up windows, stock food and stay clear of all infected peoples. Currently, the Government is remaining silent about this new illness, only stating that we follow emergency protocol. However, Doctor Evans has a theory. Dr. Evan??s thank you for joining us.?\n??You??re welcome.?\n??Tell us about this horrible epidemic that has taken love ones and swept without hinderance through the world's greatest nations..?\n??Well, from what I can tell, the symptoms are high aggression, exceeded acuteness to light and sound. The victims of this illness lose all consciousness and ability to recognize right from wrong.?\n??It sounds like a case of rabies.?\n??Haha, not quite, but vaccines are being researched to temper the onslaught against humanity. However, with how fast the disease spreads, we are unsure that our endeavors will be able to aid those already afflicted.?\n??Dr. Evans, any idea why the Government is not answering the public's question? The military has begun to use deadly force to quarantine those even potentially ill. This has become a panic that the world has not seen in centuries.?\n??I can not speak for the Government, but you can trust that those in the medical field are going above and beyond to discover and then distribute a cure to the masses. The military is in place to keep order, as you can see with the recent lootings that when disaster strikes, hierarchy fall through in the panic.?\n??Thank you again Dr. Evans, now we go to Shelia Manner outside of the Government building, Sheila??\n??Sheila???\n??I??m sorry, it seems we are having some technical difficulties, please stand by...?\nCharlotte frowned, perplexed. It merely sounded like a intense fear of the flu. However, as the news continued those around her began to shift uneasily. They turned to gaze at each other and then into the dark paneled windows, as if expecting to see a monster approaching in the darkness."
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"value": "One stripper left the stage, and two exit, not one staying on; figures. Seymour sighed as he returned to his drink, swirling the overflowing liquid about, not necessarily concerned that some of it sloshed onto the counter. He was sure worse things had been on the counter. The room grew silent as the TV was turned up, and for a lack of anything better to do, he listened. To him, it was all just some far off thing, something that would not be too relevant to him; actually, he was glad it gave the government something to do. Better them fight off this epidemic then put him--\nTHWACK!\nSeymour jumped and looked over his shoulder, the silence of the bar was shattered, as something slammed into the frosted window. It was but a dark blur, that left a dark smudge where it had hit. The strippers, the drunks, the fearful, they all shrieked, and suddenly the bar was overtaken by chaos. Seymour winced, as the bickering on what was going on started, and the inane worries of the scared filled the rather empty bar. Groaning, he picked the glass up, held it to this lips, and downed it. It burned going down, but in this mess, or the mess that was sure to follow, he was sure it would turn out to be a good idea.\n\"Shut up!\" He yelled, his glass slamming down on the counter. The bickering stopped, the inane chatter ceased, and all eyes were on him. Before anyone could question him, he stood and pointed to the window. \"That was a bird; a fucking bird flew into the window! A single fucking bird flies into the window and you all lose your minds! Jesus Christ, get yourselves together!\"\n\"Oh, so what, you think you know what is going on tough guy?! Why don't you explain what is going on, if you are so damn brave!?\" A big, burly bearded man yelled, his suspenders tight against his large body.\nSeymour, taken back as the man approached him, whom stood at an equal six feet-two inches, but weighing probably twice as much he did, suddenly found himself scrambling for something to say. After all, he was staring down a man that probably cut logs with his bare hands and wrestled bears.\n\"What, is that all you got--\"\n\"Steve, don't start nothing!\" One of the strippers tried to step in\n\"-- tough guy?\" Steve jabbed at Seymour's chest with a thick, meaty finger.\nSuddenly finding the diplomatic approach to be a better one, Seymour raised his hands up in a defensive gesture, \"Hey... hey, calm down, we're all on edge, right? I'm just trying to suggest that we all keep our cool.\"\nSteve didn't buy it, and so he grabbed Seymour by the shirt, \"Know what? I'm the bouncer here and your ass is getting the curb!\"\n\"No, no, wait!\" Seymour pleaded, his hands grabbing desperately at Steve's balled fists.\nAs much as he might try, Steve was the stronger bigger man, and so when he was lifted from the ground, the stitches of his white, dress shirt stressing he knew he was going to out in the cold."
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"value": "Even Charlotte started at the sudden sound. Her lips parting as a surprised gasp whispered past her lips. She teetered then, as Candy clutched to her slender form. The woman??s breasts were hard as a rock, enhanced by the men??s hard earned dollar.\n??Oi! Did ya hear that, Lottie? What could it ??ave been?? Lottie turned slightly, placing her hand on top of Candy??s, ??Its-? she was interrupted as the irritable patron spoke up. Her chocolate eyes glared at him, his sudden outburst, though reasonable, only added to the tension within the room.\nCandy shrieked hysterically next to the shorter woman??s ear, ??Lottie!?\n??Hush.? She hissed, ??You heard him, it??s probably just a bird. Now, let me get changed and get your things and I??ll take you home. There??s no need to get all frazzled? Candy nodded as Charlotte practically ran to the dressing room. She trembled silently until Steve grabbed the regular by the shirt.\nCandy shrieked again, the sound grating and high as she bounded forward, grasping onto Steve??s hairy forearm, tense in his anger. ??No Stevey, ya can??t just put ??em out in the cold! We don??t rightly know what??s out there!? Tugging aggressively at his arm as her large breasts bounced, Candy whimpered hysterically. The rest of the occupants of the bar stood frozen save for some of the girls' complaints at Steve??s temper.\nDistracted for a moment Steve turned towards the lady, shoving her back with his elbow not so gently. The voluptuous woman staggered backwards until her lower back hit the edge of the bar.\nMeanwhile Charlotte had undressed rather hastily, pulling her hair from the prim bun. She had adorned a dark red, loose fitting turtle-neck. Not bothering to replace her bra, she rushed to find her boots, pulling them on over her worn jeans. Grabbing her coat and most of Candy??s belongings she rushed out just in time to see Steve push Candy to the side.\nIn a flurry of anger Charlotte came rushing forward, pushing the pile of cloths onto the bar as she rushed over. Another woman reached for Charlotte, worried that her next action would cause more conflict but the lithe woman evaded; intent on her goal. She was tiny compared to the man, but she could still reach him. Using her body weight to aid her she propelled her fist in the back of Steve??s head where his skull met his spine.\n??What the fuck do you think you are doing!? She screamed.\n??Lottie, I??m okay!? came the plaintive voice of Candy from the side.\nBut, as Charlotte reached again follow up her attack on the man another loud crash was heard from outside the establishment doors, accompanied by a screech that no one within could have possibly make."
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"value": "Steve was dazed; it was like someone had set off fireworks in his skull and never bothered to notify him. There was a sharp pain at the base of his skull, and his vision was clouded with black dots. His grip loosened and he staggered forward, one hand flying to the back of his head. With a grunt, or a groan, it was a rage induced mixture, he looked over his shoulder, just in time to see Charlotte raise her fist to him.\n\"Who the fuck do you think you--\" He began to shout, his one-handed grip still enough to hold the struggling Seymour steadfast. Then suddenly, the bar was penetrated by a blood curdling scream, one that sent shivers up your spin and caused your blood to run cold. The scream was enough to wipe the rage from Steve's mind as his eyes fixed on the door, and while he didn't realize it, Seymour's shirt slipped through his fingers.\nNow free from the \"monster's\" grip, Seymour was instead too focused on his own well-being to worry too much about what was going on outside. It wasn't good, but it had everyone distracted, so now was the time to flee. Nearly stumbling he turned around, his knee slamming into a stool. He let out a groan and reached down to hold his knee, as he hurried around the bar, and through a door that lead to the kitchens. It was eerily quiet in the kitchen, and for a strip joint, it was surprisingly clean. He tried the back door, the one the cooks used to bring the trash to the dumpsters, but he found it to be locked. Cursing his luck, he bounded for another door, which lead to a small hallway. It was somewhat cold, and various erotic posters lined the walls of it's narrow length. He passed a few doors, some of which had names on them, but one door was open, and it rested at the end of the hall."
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"value": "For the most part everyone involved was utterly clueless. The captive was clueless. The captors had some slight idea, perhaps, but their density, both individually and especially combined, put them even lower on the ladder than the one they were charged with imprisoning. The only ones who truly knew the reasoning behind it all were they who pulled the strings, a select few the blonde may or may not ever see in her time with them, and who the villagers only saw on one of two occasions - when they did something right, or when they did something very, very wrong.\nIt was a remote farming village in the boondocks of Spain, a thick forest forgotten by time, forgotten by the world which continued to advance around it. It stretched on for seemingly ever, with the one several mile long dirt path that led from a back country road toward the village so overgrown with beds of grass and growing trees that very few ever noticed its existence, and those who didn't soon wished they had. After those first few miles the bumpy road led to a large gap in the cliff where a rickety wood bridge covered the hundred-yard span. It was decently wide, wide enough for a horse and carriage, but so old at the very first glance that to drive across it was suicidal at best. Automobiles may not have even been around when it was first put up. After crossing the bridge the path zigzagged through the trees, occasionally giving way to an alcove left or right where trees had be cleared out to build a home, the best of them over a hundred years old, warped and falling apart, and the worst nothing more than small shacks used to butcher animals caught in forest traps.\nBut eventually, after that, came the village where young Ashley Graham had been taken, eighteen and blonde and the envy of all who ever knew of her, her generously buxom chest not the least reason why. Though foremost, ahead of her looks, was her place in the world as the daughter of the United States President, a role that had led to a kidnapping only a few days into her very first college freshman semester. The September afternoon had been so beautiful, so serene. The beginnings of the changing of the leaves was gorgeous, no doubt. Every girl smiled at her. Every boy wanted to ask her out, though the Secret Service personnel that followed her around the Ivy League school intimidated every last one. At least all seemed safe though, sterile, until something happened - something she was yet unaware, as the dart that had pricked her neck released into her a serum bringing about unconsciousness, one that worked quickly and didn't wear off for a full day.\nAnd it was a day later that she'd been taken, taken amidst screams and panic and a quick, decisive shootout to be whisked halfway across the world. When Ashley awoke from her minor drug-induced coma it would not be to the smiling faces of those she knew. It would be to the painful bumps on the back of her head as she was dragged through the dirt, still in the school uniform of an orange sweater with a second red and gold sweater around her neck, with a plaid green pleated skirt. Two men were dragging her, each with an ankle in hand, her back on the ground, her body being pulled along through pebbles and filth to the center of their old town. The trees were cleared here, cleared for awhile, though they still very much in the heart of a deep forest. Buildings of rotted wood and doors hanging off their hinges formed a huge circle all around, most of them homes or small barns, with a church at the head and a watchtower beside it. There were several paths leading to other areas, farms mostly, a bit further down curving dirt roads. Ashley wasn't being taken that far though.\nShe had been delivered to the edge of their town by several men in shrouding black robes, cultists from a nearby castle the villagers dealt with on a consistent basis. Originally they'd wanted nothing to do with the crazed men, but once a very new plague spread throughout the village's inhabitants, one that took barely over a day to sweep over the lot of them, there suddenly wasn't any further resistance. Rather, they embraced these black-clothed men, going so far as to do anything bid. And this, their most recent request, they had explained while pulling back a shroud that had the unconscious American girl laying on the ground, was to keep her captive until they came for her.\nShe was to remain alive. That was the only rule given. Unlucky for her, 'alive' was a very vague state of being. 'Alive' was not the same as untouched. 'Alive' did not necessarily mean having all your fingers and toes intact.\nIt meant you were still breathing, and that was about damn it.\nSo they dragged her to the center of the village, two men pulling her along by her ankles, several more following on either side with pitchforks or rusty, blood-coated butcher knives. Due to the way she was being pulled Ashley's sweater rose slightly and her lower back scratched against the ground, as well as her skirt was caused to hike up and about her midsection, her legs bare to any nearby bushes that would scratch, her crotch hugged oh so alluringly by a pair of frilly white panties. But her captors didn't notice a thing, her situation nothing to them, their minds lost somewhere between being drones and being, quite simply, ignorant and cruel.\nThey dragged her to the very center where the two men finally let go of her ankles, dropping her completely, a small dust cloud in the group's wake. As they formed a circle around her, talking amongst themselves in what was technically Spanish but sloppy and guttural enough that it was barely understandable, several more of the filthy, foul-smelling people came out from their homes to see what was up. Blood-stained smocks and horribly stained teeth. Overalls with bare chests and barely a shoe among the bunch. Was she stirring yet? Had she awoke? To make sure of it the circle of men shouted about to one another until several of them decided to drag her, by the hands and by the hair, through the dirt over into a rather cold troth of filthy water.\nIt was time for the pampered Princess to wake up to a brand new kingdom."
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"value": "For Ashley Graham, the last clear memory she had was of the blue-gray autumn sky, of leaves on the wind, of the breeze on her face and hair. Of a feeling compounded of delighted happiness that this latest phase of her life should have started so well, and excited anticipation at what might happen next. She had been thinking about classes and societies and parties - of people she might meet, things she might learn, activities in which she might partake. It certainly did not cross her mind that the tops of the three lists would be kidnappers, backwoods Spanish, and abduction, respectively.\nWhen the dart hit her, she had thought for a few moments it was an insect sting. After that she coudn't think at all. For a little while the world seemed to be coming from very far away, and she knew she must have fallen, because all she could see was that blue-gray sky above her. Then consciousness fled entirely. The last sounds of which she had any awareness were the first salvo of gunshots.\nHer time under the influence of the drug was a simple blank - not even sleep, simply absence, as though she had fallen out of time entirely. But slowly, very slowly, she began to become conscious of some kind of sensation through her stupor. Pain, was it? Yes. Pain. Pain in her head, and there - ah! - there it came again. Was someone hitting her? What was happening? She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too, too heavy for her to lift - and yet her awareness was starting to creep back. She was being pulled along by her ankles; that much she apprehended, if dimly. Pulled across uneven ground, so that her head struck on every protruberance and rut. Who was doing this? Where was she? Why weren't they being more careful?\nThen the grips on her ankles were released, her legs falling to the floor, and she heard voices around her. In... Spanish? Groggy as she was, she couldn't begin to follow what they were saying; her language skills were not advanced at the best of times, and even in her current state she could tell that this version of Spanish sounded nothing like that taught in classrooms back home. Was she in Mexico? Nothing made any sense. She tried to speak, but her mouth wouldn't open. What was happening to her?\nThen strong hands grabbed her up, and yanked her back across the ground, by her hands and hair. The pain of the pull on her hair was enough to make her jerk open her lovely eyes, taking in with a single panicked look the half-collapsed village square, the filthy men pulling her, the brooding, cloudy sky above. Her body still felt as though it was made of lead; she opened her mouth to scream, but only the slightest whimper actually emerged. They were pulling her towards some kind of trough. Was she going to be drowned?"
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"value": "Several chickens fluttered their wings and hurried out of the way as the group dragged the unsuspecting blonde toward the animal troth. Dirty and disgusting, as slimy as it was wet, one man pulled Ashley by the arm not caring if it came out of its socket, and the other by her hair, equally uncaring if the strands were torn from her head. They dragged the American teen into the cold water with a splash, then continued dragging her from the one far end to the other. This brought a great deal of laughter among the crowd.\n\"Clavada ella! Clavada ella!\" shouted one.\nThe men were all too willing to oblige. The one with a firm grasp of Ashley's hair, he on in his years, dressed in tattered overalls that left a majority of his chest bare, took a handful of the straight lengths of gold closer to her scalp. His other hand went to the back of Ashley's neck, then to between her shoulder blades, forcing her face down into the murky sludge of the troth as onlookers laughed. He kept her there like that for a few seconds before letting her up, jerking her head upward, though that was only to give her a quick chance to breathe. She was shoved right back down into the troth, water splashing about, this repeated three, four times as more and more villagers gathered near.\n\"ste es el?\"\n\"Qu hacemos con ella?\"\n\"La mantenemos viva. Dijeron que podemos hacer todo lo dems que queremos.\"\n\"Haha! Cualquier cosa?! Puedo empujar tan este pitchfork encima de su asno?\"\n\"Haha. Let' s se divierte cierto con sus agujeros antes de que usted la estire hacia fuera como usted hizo a su esposa!\"\nThe jesting went on between the townspeople, back and forth, laughing, uncaring whether or not this girl had any clue what they were saying or what was going on to begin with. Nearing twenty in number now, mostly men with a handful of women peppered in, a couple began dropping their tools aside while a few more were way ahead of them, men peeling off what little dingy clothes they wore to reveal just as filthy, hairy bodies, standing in a circle around Ashley and the troth. The two holding her pulled her out of it and back to the dirt, where their grasps went from her arm and hair to her clothes, trying to pull at the orange sweater and lace white panties.\nThe others stood there. Watching. Waiting. Filthy, hairy chests. Filthy, hairy legs. Filthy, hairy dicks, hands eagerly stroking themselves as they leered at the American girl's lily white skin - save for all the dirt she was acquiring. Behind them the women were laughing. And behind the women were goats and chickens pecking about the dirt. Crude.\n\"Adelantado! Let' s considera esos pechos!\""
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"value": "The combination of the pain from her arm and scalp, and the shock of the frigid water against her skin, helped jerk Ashley out of her drugged stupour. Weak though she was, she struggled with the little strength left to her against the powerful hands holding her head under the slimy water, the air escaping from her lungs in streams of bubbles as her body was crushed against the side of the trough. Convinced that she was going to die, she was almost too surprised to respond when her head was yanked back out again; but she managed to take a great, gasping breath of air before being shoved once more into the slime. Again, and then yet again, she was lifted out and forced under, her lungs bursting, her head on fire with pain from the man's grip on her lovely hair. Then, finally, she was hauled out and thrown down onto the dirt, her body convulsing as she heaved up the vile sludge from her lungs, coughing and spluttering up slime from her mouth and nose, her beautiful face a mask of filth.\nWater filled her ears, and the sound of voices came to her distant and distorted, but she understood the import of what was happening to her well enough as their rough hands grabbed her clothes, some yanking up her sweater to expose her breasts and bra, others pulling her panties down to her convulsing knees, revealing her virgin sex and neatly-trimmed bush to the hungry gaze of her captors. She tried to fight, but her body could concentrate on nothing but heaving up the filthy water from her throat - much of which splattered on the men holding her, not that it made them noticably dirtier than they already were. Still weak from the drug, she knew she could not hope to escape them; that she was going to be stripped, possibly raped, maybe even killed. But where was she? Why was this happening to her?\nSpitting the last mouthful of slime from her mouth, she finally managed a stranged scream of protest as her panties were ripped off her entirely, her panicked gaze taking in the dirty, hairy bodies of her captors as they stripped themselves, their intentions now horribly clear. With what little strength she could still muster, she tried to press her legs together, hoping against hope that something would happen to prevent the ravishment they all-too-obviously intended..."
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"value": "But nothing would prevent it. There was no savior to be sighted, no mercy to be had. There wasn't even a common language between the teenager and the Spaniards, at least not common enough to get through to one another. Though by their actions there didn't seem as if it'd matter if Ashley even could; she was still a human being, language barrier or no, and they were still obviously going to abuse her. The only questions were how thoroughly, and in how many different ways.\n\"Todava detngala!\" shouted one, a few of the men breaking from the circle to grab at the teenager's arms and legs, pulling them apart.\nGrubby, thick sausage link fingers grabbed at Ashley's lace white panties, jerking rather than pulling, her skirt still hiked up again and again from the struggle, tugged them down from around her hips and ass to her knees, her young crotch coming into view. He gave them a harder jerk now, uncaring, opting to tear the thin feminine fabric instead of dealing with her squirming legs. The torn cloth was discarded, tossed aside to the dirt a few feet away where one of the other villagers was quick to snatch it up, bringing it to his gray bearded face to inhale of her scent with a crooked-toothed grin. The blonde's top half wasn't faring much better, her sweater pulled up and over her head, blinding any hope of vision for a second as it wrapped around her face. The man standing at her head pulled it free of her arms, free of her face, chucking that aside as well now.\n\"Sujtela hacia abajo!\"\n\"Haha! I' m que consigue el primer tiro!\"\n\"Mucho! Usted consigue en la lnea, estpida!\"\nMore laughing. She was something less than human to them. They joked. They jostled. The men who had ran the girl through the troth and then stripped her were the closest, and if for that reason only they had first dibs on the American girl's body. One forced her legs to a spread as he moved to kneel in the dirt between them. The other knelt at Ashley's head, pulling her head and shoulders back on his lap a bit. He gripped at her bra, pulling the front up, greedily grabbing at the white cups to pull her tits free - a freedom he quickly embraced with both palms, squeezing them with a firm chuckle, harsh breath letting out that amused little laugh. The first wasted little time in pulling his tattered old pants down, not down completely but enough to whip out a hairy set of balls with a ready, eager cock between them.\nHis tip pressed up against Ashley's bare young sex. Was she even coherent yet? Not a one of them seemed to care, her rapists or the small, simple-minded mob."
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"value": "Desperately, Ashley tried to keep her legs out of the grip of the men who grabbed for them, twisting and kicking as best she could, but it was no use; broad, strong fingers wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles, yanking them out and apart until she was painfully spread-eagled between them, her body totally exposed to whatever they might proceed to do to her. Horrified, she felt her panties ripped awy from her; then her screams of protest were momentarily muffled as her sweater was pulled up over her face, exposing her generous bust to further molestation. Still weak from the drug, she could do little but twist herself helplessly as the sweater, too, was stripped from her and she was dragged down amongst them, naked now except for her shoes and bra, her horrified eyes taking in the filthy, hairy bodies that pressed in around her. The idea that these coarse backwoodsmen were about to rape her, that she would lose her viriginity not to some handsome young lover of her own choosing, but to some gang of unwashed thugs, down in the mud of the village square... it was all too horrible, too monstrous even to fully comprehend. Surely this couldn't really be happening; it was a nightmare, a drug hallucination, anything but the truth. Surely this couldn't actually be about to happen. Not to her...\nBut the pain and the force were as insistent as ever, as her thighs were forced apart by one man and her head and shoulders gripped by another, whose ugly, callussed hands were even now roughly squeezing and kneading her big sensitive breasts, raising red marks across her pale skin. As the first man knelt between her legs, she stared with horror at the big, erect cock he pressed to her sex, still shouting amiably to his fellows in their guttural jargon as though this was nothing mor than a joke or game to them. The size of his member horrified her; surely it wouldn't fit inside her, virgin that she was, without painfully tearing her open inside, especially as arousal and relaxation were the very furthest things from her traumatised young mind.'No...' she whispered, and then, as she felt the head of the cock touch her nether lips: 'No! NO! Please! Don't! NO!'"
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"value": "WoW: The Internal Quests.\nVatia sat on the edge of the Goblin Zeppelin as she watched the tower of Orgrimmar grow closer. She had left her home in Eversong Woods to find her fortune in the world. Well really she just wanted someone to teach her about adventuring. Back home every able bodied adventure was off experiencing new things seeing new sights so no one wanted to help a young Blood Elf Rogue learn the ropes. After many failed attempts to work alone (with more than enough times of awakening in the local grave yard) she decided to search out someone to work with. But no one wanted to work with her so she left Silvermoon and tried her luck in Tirisfal Glades. But her hatred of Scourge made it hard to work with the Forsaken even thou they were supposed to be allies, Vatia had seen what the Scourge had done to her people and want nothing of them. So now she was off to Durtar and try to find a partner there.\nAs the Zeppelin pulled up to the tower Vatia reach down and picked up her pack. The heat and humidity were already making her pale golden skin sweet which made her long blonde hair stick to her face. As she was bending over Vatia long ears picked up laughter from behind her. Looking around she saw a Tauren and a Troll looking at her with smug smiles on their faces. Vatia straightened up quickly and started to say something to them for laughing at her. But their eyes still looked behind her. Turning her head Vatia looked to see what they were looking at. Her glowing green eyes widen as she saw that her cape had fell away from her back letting the two males see the curvy of her ass under her tight leather pants. She turned away as she felt her face blush, they werent making fun of her they were admiring her body. Vatia smiled to herself as she remembered the way her fellow Blood Elves had scoffed at the thought of other Horde members ogling Blood elf women. She didnt see anything wrong with it and had been curious about the males of the Taurens, Trolls, Orcs, and even the funny little Goblins. Vatia lifted her pack and walked toward the ramp. She glanced at the Troll and Tauren and saw they were still smiling at her. She smiled shyly back then headed down the ramp and the short distance to the gates of Orgrimmar.\nWalking into to Orgrimmar for the first time was amazing. The sights and sounds that greeted her made her mouth drop open in surprise. Never had she seen so many different beings in one place. There were vendor shouting to buy the goods. Warriors heading off to the north. Adventures riding in and out. She even saw a few females inviting the men to fellow them to their rooms. Oh, right she remembered what they were. Vatia looked around and saw a guard standing watch by the entrance. She had to shout to ask him were she could find work. He gave her a lopsided grin and asked how much. Vatia looked puzzled at him then glowing green widened and she shook her head make her blonde hair stick more to her pale golden face. She explained what she was looking for and felt sorry as the guard looked at her chest fallen. He pointed her to a tavern close by.\nVatia walked into the tavern and was greeted with suspicious eyes and a few admiring ones. She looked around and saw many male and female patrons; some drinking, some talking, and some watching a Troll woman in the corner slowly undressing to the music a Goblin played beside her. Vatia felt jealous as she saw the Troll woman take her top off and noticed her breast were much larger then her. Shaking her head she walked over to where a wooden broad was stuck to the wall. Yellowed pieces of paper were tacked to it. Reaching up she brushed long strains of blonde hair from her face as she looked over the papers.\nGreat they were all in Orcish. Why hadnt she learned to read Orcish without help? Because her people thought it was beneath them. Vatia reach back into one of her pouches and pulled out a small book. At least she could translate the writing with this. Opening it she looked from the first letter then down at the book. She thumbed thru four pages until she found it. This is going to take forever. She said."
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"value": "Thalgar ran the sharpening stone along the edge of his weapon, sparks falling to the ground from the large double bladed axe. The weapon was already plenty sharp of course, he kept his weapon well prepared for the battle at all times. A warrior is only as good as his weapon and Thalgar was a very good warrior.\nMuscles bulged underneath his armor, his powerful build obvious even underneath the metal rings of his chainmail. In the heat sweat glistened across his dark green skin, cutting throgh the layers of road dust that constantly filled the air in the grasslands town. Yellow eyes watched the tavern arond him even as his hands worked, keeping an eye on the activity around him even in this semipeaceful setting. Even the top of his body was warlike, shore of hair in order to stop it from interfearing with him in battle.\nHis constant gaze stopped as the elf woman walked in, staring at her as she moved over to the bounty board. She moved with a graceful step, the weapons and her movements declaring her as a rogue. Many orcs looked down on Blood Elves, seeing them as new allies that could not yet be trusted, and weak ones at that. Relying on guile and and magic instead of strength but Thalgar could see the use of them. Yes they did not possess the strength of an orc but he had seen a fireball boil the skin from a man, the posioned dagger slide into the heart. They may not have much honor but they were effective on the battle field. And even though they didn't have the tusks of an orc woman their was something enjoyable about they finally shaped bodies.\nThe heavily muscled orc pushed his seat back, the chair groaning as he released it from his wieght. He shouldered his large axe, slinging the shield andsmaller axe that served as his secondary weapons onto his back as well before he moved across the tavern. The crowds parting around him as his large shoulder pushed through the other patrons, like a ship parting the waves.\n\"The bounty is for pirates. In particular their captain.\" Thalgar growled to the female elf, his deep voice speaking in the language common to all of the Horde."
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"value": "Vatia was so intent on the paper she was trying to translate that she hadnt heard someone step up behind her. She jumped and almost dropped her book as she heard a deep voice start speaking to her. She turned quickly to see who it was her hand going to the hilt of her dagger. A orc. She could feel his rumbling voice in her chest as he finished his statement. Oh, thats what it says. Um reads. She winced at how dumb she must sound and turned back to the paper. Sounds like something I could do. Her hand pulled away from her dagger and reached up with her slender hand and pulled the bounty paper down.\nVatia turned to look at the Orc again. As she did she smelled the pungent odor coming off his body. She hadnt spent much time around Orcs and never really smelled one so it was a surprise when his musky odor hit her nose. But unlike her fellow Blood Elves, Vatia tried her best not to show her displeasure or surprise. Besides she didnt want to offend him. With a little cough she looked up into his yellow eyes for he was a bit taller than she was. Her glowing green eyes then took in the rest off his features. Dark green skin wet with sweet and covered with dust from. She could see his chainmail strain to hold in his bulging muscles of his chest. A confident looking face with a bald head and two tusk showing on either side of his mouth. A large double bladed axe at his back. Vatia forgot about his smell as she drew in a breath. Despite herself she found him somewhat attractive.\nShe was surprised at how she felt as she looked him over. She blinked her glowing green eyes as she tried to remember what he said. Oh, are you going for this um bounty. As she talked unconsciously Vatia reached up and pushed back her clock from her slender shoulders. Her dark leather vest came down just above her belly button and two straps held it over her pale golden shoulders. The low cut in front showing off her small but nice sweet covered cleavage. Is it always this hot here?"
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"value": "\"So a skinny little thing like you is going to go after the pirates hunh? You sure you can do it by yourself?\" The large orcs arms crossed across his chest, his thick shoulders squaring up even more with the simple movement. Muscles moving and bulging with the movement. Of course he knew that just because a blood elf was skinny didn't mean much, their small bodies holding more muscle than would be beleiveable. Still while there was grace and experience to her, obvious in her movements, it still spoke to inexperience. The potential was there but the practice hadn't brought it all out yet.\n\"I was thinking about going for the bounty myself, though there isn't any reason that we can't work together. After all the bounty is the same no matter how many of us end up killing him. Besides it doesn't hurt to have some company.\" The orc couldn't help but having his eyes go up and down her body. After all even if she didn't mean to do it, she had gone from something that covered all over her body to showing quite a lot of flawless smooth skin. Suprising considering her profession.\n\"Yeah it tends to be hot around here. Though you tend to get used to the feeling. So what do you say. Want to team up for this one?\" Thalgar cocked his head to the side, looking back into the the elf woman's eyes."
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"value": "Vatia frowned at the orc. She wasnt skinny, slender maybe but not skinny. She couldnt understand why it bothered her. But he was right about one thing, she couldnt do it by herself. Not unless she want to wake up in the local grave yard over and over again. Her frown vanished as she saw his dark green muscular arm bulge when he crossed his arms. She gulped at the sight of those large muscles at work. She had a feeling that this orc wasnt the brute savage that her people believed his race to be.\nShe listened to what he said next and almost said yes before he finished. Yes, your company would be good. I mean company as in more then one trying it alone. Not that your company would be bad. Just mmm. Im not skinny. Her face felt a bit hotter as she slightly blushed from making such a dumb remake. She then caught his yellow eyes moving over her from top to bottom. Vatia looked down and saw that her leather vest was showing off her small but nice looking cleavage. She felt her blush deepen as her pale golden face became hotter. She quickly and a little clumsily pulled her clock back over her slender shoulders. Then with a weak smile she looked back at the orc in front of her.\nOh, it does! Well good. Ive heard that when you get more into the interior that the humidity drops some but the air is drier. Which would be the same as the humidity dropping. Why do I sound like such a dullard now? She thought as she looked back at the paper in her hand. She looked back up into the orcs eyes. That sounds like a good idea to me. Vatia held out her empty hand toward the orc. Im Vatia."
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"value": "Thalgar grinned as he watched the blood elf woman start to become more and more nervous just by standing in her presence. he coudl hear every gulp that she made, and noticed everytime she stumbled over her own words, knowing exactly where those nervious tics came from. He had met a few blood elves before, mostly a arrogant and snobbish race but a few of the woman seemed to notice the other males in the Horde quite a lot. Their own men were just as feminine as the woman, skninny thigns too and they weren't used the the raw feel of masculinity that the other Horde races had.\n\"I understand what you are saying.\" The orc responded, noticing how she covered herself back up, the blush spreading across her body, including all the way down her neck to her breasts before the cloak fell back into place. He could tell he was having an effect on her and he hadto wonder how much experience she had with males of any race to being with.\n\"I'm Thalgar. It is good to meet you.\" The orc's own hand came forward, the massive hand covering the smaller elves hand on its own. It just seemed to emphasize the difference between the two of them, his hands dwarfing her just as his body did.\n\"Do you have everythign that you will need or do you need to pick anythgn else up before we go?\" The orc kept her hand in his own, the small and silken smooth skin feeling good versus his own rougher skin."
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"value": "Vatia looked at the orcs smile and realized what it may have meant. It wasnt the arrogant smile of someone who looked down on her. No it was interest in her. Could he find her attractive? The thought of that would make other Blood elves cringe with disgust but Vatia found it exciting. Maybe they could Vatia gulped again.\nHello Thalgar. Nice to meet you too. Vatia looked down and saw her slender hand was engulfed in his larger hand. The contrast of their skins, pale golden to dark green, fascinated her. The skin on her hand tingled from the way his rough skin moved over her silky smooth skin. She wondered what it would feel like to have those rough hands touching other places on her body. Her face became hot again at the thought. She didnt even try to pull her slender hand out of his large one. Part of her didnt want to. His hand felt strong and warm wrapped around hers. And she didnt mind that he smelled of traveling. As she watched him a small bead of sweet ran down her neck and in between her small breast.\nNo I just got here from the Zepplen a little while ago. I havent even found a place to stay. She nervously wiggled two fingers from her other hand to show some one walking. Straight here. Looking for you. She closed her glowing green eyes as she stuttered. Looking for work, that was what I was doing. She reached up and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. As her fingers touched her long ears she realized how hot they felt. Great her blushing was spreading. Vatia pulled her hand back down and smiled at Thalgar again. I um shouldnt need anything before we go. She winced a bit as she tried to hide the fact that she didnt know if she did or not. As she watched him a small bead of sweet ran down her neck and in between her small breast."
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"value": "Thalgar knew what kind of effect that he was having on the Blood Elf. He wasn't skilled in the ways of women, the ways of battle taking over instead but he certainyl knew a few things. Orcs tended to be a bit more direct in their romance as well but he could see the heat rising through her body as she blushed. Could feel the fact that she wasn't dropping his hand even though they had been touching for longer than normal now. He could even follow the line of sweat as he slipped down her thin neck and slid between her breasts before it disappeared from view.\n\"Well what ever you were looking for little rogue I think we can get it.\" Thalgar grinned, his teeth and tusks obvious with his wide grin. He adjusted the straps to his pack and made sure that his weapons would draw easily from their sheaths. He carried plenty of them but it was hard to know which one he would need at any time.\n\"No point waiting if you got everything. My mount is outside so you can just collect yours then we can ride.\" The large orc turned away from Vatia and walked out of the inn. The exit to the great orc city wasn't very far away from the inn so it was a quick walk outside of the city. And there was his mount, a large silver gray wolf standing beside the hitching post outside. As soon as Thalgar stepped out the wolf threw its head back, the reins slipping from the post and the large animal walked over, butting its head against the orcs chest.\n\"Vatia this is Thress.\""
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"value": "Vatia smiled shyly back at the orc. She was a bit surprised to see his tusks but his smile may her feel not as intimidated. She reluctantly released his big strong hand taking one last long look at the contrast between pale golden skin and dark green skin. Vatia watched as he worked on the straps of his pack. She had never seen so many weapons before or so many muscles. Taking a cue from her new companion she checked her own equipment. Dagger, short sword, poison pouch, vanishing dust, and back pack. Yep she was ready.\nVatia turned and started following Thalger out of the inn. She looked up at the stage the troll women was on and was a bit surprised to see a dark skinned human girl dancing in her spot. Her black hair spun around her as she danced seductively from the crowd that cheered louder as they watched her undress to the goblins music. Vatia noticed the slave chain around the human girls wrist and nodded to herself. She had heard that the Horde on this side of the ocean captured others for slaves. At least this one was pretty for a human. Vatia shook her head and walked out of the inn.\nAs she walked behind Thalger, Vatia couldnt help but notice how big the orcs shoulders were. The bulging muscles of the back of his legs and arms. She was so wrapped up in looking at him that she didnt realize that they were outside until she felt the hot sun on her long ears. Vatia looked in front of Thalger to see where they were going and saw a hitching post. She grimaced as she remembered that he had said something about a mount. Vatia had never liked the riding birds of her people. They were a bit to high strung and temperamental for her liking. She watched as the silver gray wolf walked up to Thalger and butt its head against his chest.\nVatia gave the wolf a seat smile. Hello Thress. Then she looked up at Thalger. Can I pet it?"
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"value": "I didn't fake my death. Someone killed me. But you should know I don't stay dead for long sweetie.\nIt seemed that the song playing was absolutely perfect for her mindset right about now, the Iceberg Lounge full of precious members of the Penguin's 'army', penguins waddling around and causing a general discomfort for those who actually wanted to go out on the dance floor and dance. Thankfully, the penguins were smart enough to stay out of the way and avoid such a place at all times. They knew better; Because in Ivy's point of perspective, she WOULD step on one of them. Taking a soft drink of the alcoholic beverage, the cool taste slipped down her throat, licking her full lips gently to settle in the sweet taste, her periphials catching a man watching her. Evidently, she was catching attention without very much of an attempt to try. Her thick locks of red tucked away in a fedora, the woman's sunglasses covered a majority of her face, because believe it or not, it was hip to wear sunglasses inside; That was not her reason of course, but it didn't give her any odd stares. She could hear Oswald laughing only a few booths away from the bar, knowing he was enjoying the business that was coming in thanks to all these people in his club tonight. \" She be like 'I be, I be, I be, on that money shit.' \" Smiling softly at this lyric of the song, her eyes looked up from behind the sunglasses, one of the numerous icebergs shooting from the ceiling containing exactly what she needed. Oswald thought he was clever, hm?\nThe heels of her shoes clicking softly as she stood up from her place at the bar, her eyes then focused on the man not so far from her, and whom had been giving her the eyes for some time. Her soft lips curling into a smile, the woman leaned forward and let her lips part softly, \"Not in your life.\" With her words, her fingers gripped his face gently watching his eyes bulge slightly before rolling back into his head. Evidently, she still had it; Although she had to put a bit of force into it, and she could feel the something of a strain in it, she knew she still had it. Having only been alive for less than a day, and already she was planning things like the true woman she was, her mind working around just who in the world had taken the time to try and off her, however there was nothing like going off one by one and finding who did it. She knew it wasn't that wretched Bat. Although he was a hero, he was more fond of having her tossed into that worthless Asylum, and considerably, she hadn't done anything bad before she died. The man falling to the ground, unheard to those in the lounge as she moved through the people on the dance floor, looking up only once to find vines slipping through the cracks in the ice above them; Thieving woman, she was. She might as well get herself a little money in this as well, hm?\nBlack and white vertical striped suit pants over her lower half, a black suit jacket was loose on her upper half, giving the person in front of her an occasional peek to see that she was wearing nothing but a dark green silky bra that had taken the dare to hold her at least D cup. A smirk on her lips as she moved through the dancing people and around the pain in her arse penguins, a flower was pulled from her pocket, full in blossom as she stopped in front of one of the Penguin's actual human guards, tossing the flower into the Penguin's drink. Her lips pressing against the man's, her hand gripped his jawline, smirking into the kiss that was evidently unexpected, the woman pulled away, her back to the table as the guard dropped to the ground, \"What in the he-\" \"Find who killed me Oswald. Or you're next on my kiss and kill list.\" She spoke, pulling the hat off her head and letting her hair fall, tossing the hat back and shifting through the crowd as he sent his penguins in an angry search for her. \"FIND her!\" But surprisingly, he wouldn't find her. He, nor his worthless penguins would. Faithfully, Ivy had made her way calmly out of the club and disappeared within the park, the flower she had left only blooming at this time of year in a certain place in the park; However, she knew for a fact that Oswald didn't know that."
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"value": "Scarecrow... scary-eyed Joe.. scaring all of the birds away....\nJohnathon Crane had been watching, and he had slipped out of the bar very quickly to watch Ivy moving down the street now. He knew her, and was for some reason the only person who every got away with calling her \"Pam\" or \"Pammy\", short for Pamela from her days before she became Poison Ivy. It was something strange, but he did not abuse the privilege by doing it in front of others. He had helped her with some of her toxins, but one he had not asked permission about had a very bizarre side effect on him and he had not meant for it to happen. It was only after he learned she had been killed that he found that the adrenaline in his blood activated the side effect... or perhaps he should say side effects.\nHe had always been lanky and gangly, and it made him unattractive to women.. but something happened. All of his years exposed to natrual chemicals and extracts, combined with his exposure to Ivy in the times he helped her had caused it. his body went from gangly and awkward to lithely muscular like some of the dancers he admired. He was tone but not bulging, and his bones were now reinforced at the joints for greater strength and grace of movement. It also had caused growth, putting him at least another two inches taller than her, making his height slightly more than half a foot over her. The growth also was in his manhood, a growth spurt that his years of introversion had suppressed and was awakened at his rage at her death.\nHis assistants, both male and female, stayed at arms length while his anger and transformation lasted. His anger merely subsided, but the \"improvements\" to his body made him not unrecognizable, rather it gave the appearance that he actually filled out his own body and made him much more like a real man. When one of Ivy's henchmen who had guessed at Crane's desire for his \"employer' called him, he had to come and see for himself. He had taken the time to snag a stash of gems for himself from where he guessed that the Fat Fowl hid them, all of them totally stolen and nothing the Bird would dare write on an insurance claim. They would need a lot of funds to get revenge.\nAs he followed his Ivy, he wanted to help her. He suspected who had killed her, as only three of the villains in Gotham had stayed behind at the meeting and all were mad enough to try it. He moved with a surprising amount of grace as she moved to the park. He and she had a bond, something that set the both of them apart from the rest of them. He watched closer, having been able in the months to learn better skill and hiding and following. When she was where he knew she would go, he came out of hiding, his costume fedora on his head.\n\"Pam... I want to help you.\"\nHer green eyes.. her reddish hair that almost looked auburn... her lovely supple and tone skin... he wanted her already, but he had the discipline not to act yet.. not till she saw how she made him better and more useful to her as more than just help."
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"value": "Of course she could hear someone moving behind her, however she knew for a fact that it damn sure wasn't any one of the Penguin's henchmen. They would be running, or waddling for better terms. Licking her lips softly, the female moved further into the park, the trails that were often less traveled by nervous Gothamites not ready to get snatched up as they so worriedly feared; Please. Ivy had better things to be doing. Smiling softly as a large, and by large the flower's size was at least half of Ivy, was in full bloom and holding all the contents of the safe that had been hidden above them in the icebergs, looking between a set of pink flowers and giggling softly. She knew whoever it was behind her had seen such a thing, however if she felt any threat, she wouldn't mind taking the chance of him not making his way out of the park tonight. When the man finally spoke, her eyes did not bother to turn and look at him, though the sound of a petname rang out in her head, knowing only a select few bothered to know her actual name. Harvey Dent, Harley Quinn, who only got away with calling her 'Pam - Pam' or 'Red', and then there was. . \"Jonny Crane~\"\nIt broke the tension of her plants, though that didn't mean they weren't all a bit still on edge as far as making sure their Ivy stayed safe; No need to have her out and about roaming with someone who quite possibly could've killed her. Despite knowing that he probably hadn't been the cause of her death, her head turned to look over her shoulder, a soft smile falling onto her full lips when she reminded herself that he wanted to help her. Turning her body completely, no matter which angle you looked at the newly revived woman, she was still dangerously sexy. Her bare stomach and upper torso exposed for him, leaning back against a tree for a moment, the female's back arched and her head tilted softly to the side, \"You want to help me Jonny Crane?\" Lips forming into a soft smile, the female moved quickly, a park bench having been uprooted and moved behind him, she pushed him gently into sitting before straddling his lap carefully. Her fingers trailing along invisible lines of his shirt before gripping his collar gently, giving it a forceful tug as she loomed over him, a blank expression on her pretty face.\nMaking a mental note to keep in her head that he wasn't exactly the Johnathan Crane he used to be, perhaps this was something he would be telling her now upon his visit, her breasts pressing against his chest as she asked with her eyes staring into his, \"You want to help me Jonny Crane? I do recall it being the other way around,\" She spoke thoughtfully, tapping her lips softly as her rear planted itself firmly in his lap, tapping her lips again as her arms rested comfortably on his shoulders, \"You've gotten mighty big though Jonny. What have you been eating?\" She murmured, her green eyes staring at him with a hint of curiosity residing behind them."
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"value": "He smiled, a bit of wicked pleasure in both his eyes and lips as he suddenly moved his hands to her waist and kissed her very wantonly, pressing his lap up against her as he did. She did not know the half of what was now different about him, and when her kiss did not make him sick, it may dawn on her some of the changes that had happened to him. He had been waiting far too long for this, and now that she was initiating something, he was going to really enjoy things as they progress. He was already starting to feel himself swell in his jeans, and as he moved, he was shifting and using his hands on her waist to hold her in place as he pined her to the bench. His voice was deeper than before, husky with want as he kept looking into her eyes and spoke.\n\"It is more than what I have been eating, Red... it is also what our chemical collaborations have done to me as well. I want you to trust me, and in order to do that, you are going to have to accept my having total control of this body starting tonight. I do not expect you to do that without my showing you what you will get out of it... So you better unzip me and see what I have for you.\"\nHe moved his hands down to her very ample breasts, squeezing and kneading them with his hands. He waited for her to do as he told her to, his new-found assertiveness caused both by his hands on her luscious globes and by the fourteen by five inch tree trunk of a cock he wanted to use on her now. He had never been circumcised, so that would be an added primal cherry on the cake of his Domination of her starting tonight."
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"value": "There was a twinge of surprise shooting through her body when his newly muscled hands gripped at her hips and his lips pressed firmly against her own, within this sort of kiss, there was the general type of way that the woman would kill someone. Pushing back against his lips and forcing her hips down against him, she noticed that his skin was not beginning to change beneath her and nothing at all seemed to be wrong with him; She knew she hadn't lost her touch, but rather there was something going on inside that new body of his. Whatever it was though? She found herself enjoying it, particularly when she felt something stir within his jeans when she let him shift her body with her back against the bench, looking up at him now with a flicker in her green eyes once his lips pulled away from hers.\nRaising a brow slightly as he began to speak and state that he wanted her to trust him, there was obviously a catch to it and she took note of that when he spoke that she was going to have to accept him having control of her body. Starting tonight. Her brow still raised until he stated that he was going to show her what she would get out of it, demanding that she unzip his jeans just to see what was waiting for her. Her lips curled into a soft smile, \"A treat?\" She asked, her hands sliding down his body as her leg raised carefully between his legs, her thigh moving across the bulge in his pants, groaning out softly when he gripped her breasts and began to rub them.\nFeeling the bulge within his pants though, the woman found her hands sliding down to greet the zipper and button of his jeans, getting them both undone and pulling his pants down gently as she felt his heavy cock press against her hand. \"Well well Jonny Crane. You've gotten to be mighty big.\" She moaned out, licking her lips with a bit of excitement as her hands rose up again and tug down the material of his boxers, feeling his cock beg for the release."
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"value": "When she released his cock from his boxers, it was what he he felt she would enjoy seeing. His cock was very large, the fourteen inches of length with a few veins and arteries slightly raised on the flesh of it. His uncircumcised head was clean, and he continued to knead and squeeze her tits very possessively as he let her get a very good look at its enormous size. After several minutes, he explained with a lustful intensity in his tone.\n'Somehow, Pame, all the experiments that I did for you and with you, has cause a very surprising side effect of a belated growth spurt. As you can see, my lovely Rose Red, that has given this Bee a very ample stinger to use on your flower...\"\nHe knew that his words sounded corny, but the truth was he really did love her, and even when he was going to give her what she needed, he was going to be sappy at times. Now, though, he wanted to fuck her, and he wanted her to surrender herself to him. He moved to use his hands to pull her a little by her breasts, making her head move closer to his cock with expectation in his look at her."
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"value": "Well well. She hadn't even been alive for a full day and she had a cock in her hands, a rather large one at that, her lips still in a grinning state as she felt it throb within her hand, judging by his eyes, his intentions for this very point in time were clear in his eyes. Her soft moans falling from her lips with each squeeze and motion he made against her full breasts, she could feel his fingertips dig into her skin lightly, looking up at him as her eyes began to fill with their own lust. He was evidently out to make her hot for him, out to make her want him in the way that he had evidently been longing for her to, and she knew just as well as he did that she wouldn't surrender herself entirely to him, though for this point in time, she might just find herself doing such a thing. Bare stomach beneath him, all he had to do now was pull her pants and panties clean off her body, looking up at him again with half lidded eyes, her arms folded over her head lightly before murmuring, \"Then pollenate my flower Jonny Crane.\""
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"value": "Crane smiled wickedly, wanting that very thing but first he was going to make it very plain that though he wanted her, it would be on his own terms. He squeezed her lovely tits, twisting a bit to make her sit up as he kept his eyes focused on hers. There was an intense fire in them, a lust not just for having her body but also controlling it. He moved her onto her hands and knees, making her face him if he could. As he was doing so, he explained this first action.\n\"While that love twat of yours may be wet, my Lovely Pame Ivy... my cock is quite dry. I do not want to hurt you more than needed... so you are going to use your mouth to get my cock wet and ready for you.\"\nHe tightened his hands on her breasts, threatening to start using his new found strength to milk them by force if he had to."
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"value": "She could tell by the mixture of emotions in his voice that he was not only serious about his lust for her, but about all the emotions in his system in regards to her, looking over his face again when he squeezed her breasts and raised her body. She wasn't sure to be angry with him or to be turned on, though once he settled her between his legs, her face only a few short inches from his cock. She couldn't believe how big he was, knowing he probably wasn't anywhere near this size before her death, she licked her lips softly and let her tongue teasingly move up one of the exposed veins before looking up at him.\n\"You want me to suck your cock hm?\" She asked, voice still teasing as they both knew inwardly that it would take a lot in Pamela Isley to be able to completely surrender herself to him, although she couldn't say in her mind that she minded sucking him off. \"You want me to put all of this in my mouth?\" She murmured, eyes looking up and into his as her tongue gave him another playful lick."
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"value": "He groaned from the attentions her tongue was giving his cock, and he did not hide he was liking it as he should. He moved one of his hands to her lovely red hair, seeing that she was having streaks of anger as he was pressing his advantage with her. He was in control, even though she had yet to acknowledge it verbally as he saw the look in her eyes. He was not going to destroy her, rather offer her what she had not yet had in life till now. He pressed the head of his cock against her lips, making them grow wide.\n\"You are not human really any more than I am any more, Pame. I have seen you do things with your body that defy logic, and you used your mouth to do things that make this possible. I know you are going to be a bit bratty, so let me tell you I know how much you want me too. I can smell the pheromones you are putting out, and you are already telling your plants to back off. Now suck my cock so that I can give you the pounding fuck of your life among other things!\""
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"value": "\"Why do these holy places always have to seem so creepy?\" Aerith asked the cool, dank air of the cave. It didn't answer, not that she'd been expecting much. Sighing, she went to rub her arms, wishing that her short red jacket reached to cover their entirety. For that matter, she wished that she was certain that her materia wouldn't have any adverse effects to the cave's natural defenses. casting fire sounded like quite a good idea at this point.\nThe girl hefted her staff, using it to walk over the various rocks and crannies. Her rough brown boots made the going easier at least, and she'd unbuttoned her ankle-length dress just enough to allow freedom of movement. Still, it wasn't as easy as she would have liked.\nEspecially without Cloud here,she thought to herself, frowning at a wall. She'd thought she'd finally been ready for him, back at the Golden Saucer. She'd put on a sexy pair of underwear that she'd blushingly purchased at a store, and then nearly jumped Cloud after her date. Instead of ravishing her, however, he seemed unable to do much of anything. He hadn't even seemed to really care that she'd gone through the effort. They certainly hadn't consummated anything.\n\"I can worry about that later,\" muttered Aerith. She tucked a loose strand of brown hair behind an ear, and stepped through another doorway. There, resting on a pedestal, was what they'd traveled all this way to find: summoning materia. The girl grinned, hurrying over to snatch it and apply it to her arm guard. Once it was in place, she immediately summoned the creature, stepping back to watch the fireworks."
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"value": "The fireworks never came. The appearance of the beast was heralded by a much subtler display, as the leaves on the floor of the temple suddenly dry and turn red in appearance. The forest went still, and the immediate surrounding is noticably changing, like the season is suddenly turning into autumn, preparing for the coming of the one summon beast that has power over the forests. He is a primordial creature of unlimited power and lust. The autumn king, people call him.\nFirst the leaves swirl and form a small vortex, and in the middle of it, a supremely commanding figure with a masculine body so flawlessly shaped, it would seem like he was carved from polished wood stood. Long red mane of wild hair crowned his features, as does two seemingly unbreakable antlers. He smirked at the girl in front of him right now, recognizing her as his summoner. Yet unlike other beasts, this one isnt a mindless drone. He has been known as a lustfull beast, taking and ravaging his female summoners throughout history. In fact, many would be summoners seek him out for this very reason. Afterall, what woman can resist the temptation of riding a veritable god?\n\"Whats your name..Female?\" He asked with deep rumbling voice. Eyes shamelessly undressing her in his mind, as large hands, twice the size of Aeris's own began carressing her sides."
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"value": "The appearance of the creature surprised Aerith. So very appealing, so very handsome and strong. What kind of monster was this? Some kind of beast of the forest? did he perhaps attack his prey with leaves? It would be interesting to see how this creature fought against the monsters that assailed Aerith's group.\nFor now, though, she felt his hands on her sides, and she couldn't help but wonder why the creature would touch her already. It seemed odd that a summon would initiate contact, particularly one so familiar. She hesitantly moved his hands away, taking a step back and drawing herself up, hands clutching her staff. \"I am Aerith Gainsborough,\" she informed him, nodding. \"And what is your name, great king of the forest?'\nBest to flatter and appease him, for now. Earning the trust of such a creature would be much preferred to simply commanding a mindless drone in battle. Besides, there was something innately appealing about the creature, with its well designed form. Almost as if someone had created something as a testament to manhood."
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"value": "\"I am the Autumn King..\" Came his whispers, thick with lust and clear desire for her body. He wrapped two powerfull arms around her waist, making sure she cant get away. Of course from his experience, no women has EVER wanted to get away from him. Though it is barely noticable, the air was filling up with powerfull pheromones. The king is indeed the ultimate paragon of manliness, in an animalistic kind of way, a perfect mate for any woman (Or women) one would say, and right now he wants Aeris. He WILL get Aeris. In any way he want, as long as he wants, as hard as he wants.\nWith a swift movement he dragged her over to a nearby altar, laying her down on her back. Here in this spot, the king drove many women insane with the extreme pleasure overload he blessed them with. A growl and a quick bite took the top part of her blouse off.\n\"You're mine!\" He roared, his now rock hard member coming into view. It was perfectly huge, thick and full of veins, making Clouds puny member look like a childs toy."
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"value": "\"The Autumn King,\" repeated Aeris. She eyed him again, noting his skin tone, his muscles, his very disposition. Yes, the name certainly suited this display of manliness. Odd, but she could feel her body tensing, a tightness forming between her legs and around her chest, almost like when she'd prepared herself for Cloud. But why would she be feeling that here, now, before this creature? Was it releasing something?\nbefore Aeris could think too much on the matter, she was dragged to a nearby altar. The haze from the pheromones confused her at first, and the girl blinked in surprise at the overlarge summon. Soon though, she felt the top section of her blouse being removed, displaying the pink lace bra beneath. The creature was... he was stripping her. but she had summoned him! Worse, why was she feeling flushed from it...?\n\"I'm not--!\" she began, but cut off short as she saw his member. The thing was huge, inhumanly so. Its thickness was twice that of Cloud's and it stood out like a baton, nearly begging for attention. The flower girl swallowed hard, shook her head, and levered herself upright, glaring at the monster. \"You just can't,\" she licked her lips, \"take me like this! I summoned you! And, and...\"\nHe was absurdly large, and godly handsome..."
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"value": "The man always woke up late and got to a late start everyday. He had turned his alarm off three different times. Finally, on the fourth try, he managed to get out and let out a sigh. His head was pounding and he soon realized that he shouldn't have had those few last shots. Wiping his eyes and putting some gel in his hair, he moved to put on his business suit. A phone call from Pepper, telling him everything was in order, and a nice breakfast of whiskey and eggs, he was off. Moving quickly back upstairs, he took another look at himself in the mirror and smiled. \"Damn, I look good.\"\nLooking at the clock, he was already late, though he ran the damn business, so he was allowed to be late. At least, that was his thoughts. Moving back to the girl in the bed, he kissed her on the cheek and sighed. \"I gotta go babe.\" He said to the blonde, brushing her hair out of her face and planting another kiss on her lips. \"I'll be back tonight.\" He said as he covered her back up and moved downstairs, getting into the limo, and going to Stark Industries, for another day of work. .\nIt was another day of school for Peter Parker. He sighed as he sat in class and took notes for his test that next day. Of course, he thought about MJ, but he had other things to worry about that day. He made it pretty much through the day without anyone talking to him or touching him, and he moved toward the pay phone, sighing as he input his dollar and dialing MJ's number. After getting her message system, he let out a sigh. \"Hey, MJ, it's Peter.\" He started, with a pause. He didn't know how to break it to her, so his voice was very shaky. \"Look, I can't go to your show tonight.\" He said with another sigh. \"I will still pick you up after, I just. . . I'm busy alright. Love you. Peter.\" He said finally as he hung up.\nWith another sigh, he punched his locker. This relationship with Mary Jane was slipping through his fingers. He hated to do these things to her, but most of the time he had no choice. It wasn't as though he was cheating on her or doing anything along those lines, but he just didn't have the time. What between being Spiderman, to studying, to hanging out with MJ, one of those things had to take the back seat. . ."
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"value": "The blondes eyes opened to reveal a bright shade of green when she felt his lips against her own. He was late again and sometimes she didnt understand the logic of setting an alarm clock if you werent going to get up for it. As he left she slowly sat up in the creamy sea of satin that was their love nest. Felicia had been dating Tony going on three months now, probably her longest and most successful relationship with one of the most successful men in New York. Rolling out of bed she headed to the shower to prepare for her day. Thats when she realized she was naked. Just what exactly did we do last night? A soft smile graced her fine features as she tip toed across the marble floor and turned on the shower. A thick spray of steam water would soon relax the muscles in her body. Sometimes she believed Tonys sheets were to soft. It had been like this for several weeks. She would come over and spend Friday nights with him and they would dine and drink from the comfort of his home. Felicia believed Tony was an excessive drinker though he didnt think so. Maybe one day she could persuade him not to drink so much. Hoping in the shower she washed all the impurities off her body and thought on today and last night. A blush crept onto her cheeks. Tony was quite a lover, hell he had practice in it and so did she. Honestly she didnt think he and her would of lasted this long, but there was something about him besides the obvious that held her to him. Probably the same thing that made her mother detests him. She wasnt sure it was love, but it was definitely a strong attraction. Soon afterward she hopped out the shower and got dressed. A black blouse, white skirt and red heels grabbing her purse she was off. Tony wasnt the only one who would be making headlines today.\n~~~\nMj was at the local theater rehearsing for tonights show. All sorts of emotions had been eating at her all day. Her thoughts jumped from one thing to another. First Peter, than the show, back to the night when Spiderman had saved her life for like the fifth time in the past two months back to Peter and so on.\n\"Mj\"\nShe didn't know what was going on with as of late. Well not just lately he seemed so out of it. When she tried to tell him something his head would be up in the clouds. When she tried to surprise him he would smile, but his smile seemed sad. She didn't even know it was possible smile sadly. Ever since Uncle Ben died she figured a piece of Peter had gone with him and who could blame him. They were so close and yet Peter and her seemed to be growing further apart.\n\"Mj\"\nTo be honest she spent more time with Aunt May than Peter. Late nights of studying and sometime her could back completely worn out from studying if that's what he was really doing. She shook her head. Of course Peter would never step out on her and she knew that, but sometimes she felt so frustrated and it hurt. Whatever he was feeling he should know by now that he could tell her anything.\n\"MJ!!\" Yelled her partner. The Red head snapped back into reality. \"Oh sorry!\" She said continuing to rehearse. Wondering if he had called her."
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"value": "As he reached the building, he greeted the employees. Just greeting them, with a simple \"Hello\" seemed to brighten everyone's day up. As he got to his office, he grabbed a stack of papers from the secretary outside and sat at his desk, looking over them. He shuffled through stacks and stacks, crumpling some up to be put into the garbage, and later to be destroyed, or pulling out a sharpie and correcting the plans and making adjustments. Right now, his biggest priority was to build Spider-man a suit that was designed and made by Stark Industries. A win - win for both. Spidey got top of the line gear, and Stark Industries had their name plastered all over the crime fighter. With a sigh, he leaned back into his chair and enjoyed a whiskey on the rocks. Who said he drank too much?\n\"I know, I know!\"\n\"Well?\"\n\"No, Fuck you! You are fired!\"\nThe man yelled as he slammed the receiver down on the base. Why was it so hard to get any work down around here? What, with the damned board, and the crime he had to fight, as Iron Man, there was no room to get anything done. He wondered if Felicia would be mad that he was Iron Man, he also wondered, what she had to hide from him. . .\nThe kid walked through the school, snapping pictures of the decorations for the dance that was planned for a week from that Saturday. For sure, he would take MJ out to this dance, and they would have a great time. A chance to rekindle their flame, a chance to. .\n\"Parker!\"\nThe big brute Flash Dennison shouted as he was dozing off. \"Yeah Flash?\" He asked him with a smile. Seemed the football player wanted his picture taken with some of the cheerleaders next to the decorations. He happily took the pictures, sense it meant him not getting shoved into a locker that day. As he trudged off, shaking his head, thinking about MJ, he looked at the T.V, where a local news reporter was standing in front of a large apartment building. The building had black smoke billowing from it, and it was plainly visible that there were people stuck inside. With a sigh, Peter put his camera in his locker, and slinked off to the bathroom. . ."
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"value": "She landed with even grace on the stone blocks above the city heights. The wind blowing in her silver locks there was but one way to truly live and jumping from roof to roof was definitely a highlight . It had become like her own addiction. The freedom. The will to do what she wanted. Felicia was a good girl, but sometimes her old wounds would reopen and she would find herself collecting some precious artifacts, taking priceless jewels and sometimes defacing some of the worlds most expensive art. It was the cat in her. The city was busy and thriving. People going on about their lives. Sirens in the distance alerted her to action. With her grapple she quickly made her way towards the scene. A building had caught on fire and as usual the news crew were there with the story along with a crowd of people forming on the street. \" It's never dull in N.Y.\" Resting her hand on hips that's when she heard screams coming from where the smoke was perforating. Quickly she dug her claws into the side of the building and scaled up. Slipping inside the smoke was dark and just as it was thick. \"Where are you!\" She shouted. Focusing her senses. She spotted two small children under the table. Quickly she made her way over. Neither were hurt, but if they didn't get out of here soon none of them would have a happy ending. \"Don't be afraid. I'm here to help. Hold on to me and close your eyes.\" She said as the two children nodded she held both in her arms and scaled out the window people watching in awe and pointing. All she could think about was how long it would take to wash the smoke from her hair and that the kids were safe\n~~~\nShe had received several messages in her voicemail ,both from friends and family. When she heard the message left by Peter she became upset and just wanted to find him and hit him over the head with a science book. The thought made her laugh since he would most definitely let her do it. \"I really wanted you to be here tiger..\" Hanging up the phone. She wished the best of luck to everyone for tonight before leaving and heading to next class. Not that she felt like going to it. She planned on clearing her mind of Peter for tonight and wouldn't let him get to her. No more excuses or apologies. Mary Jane Watson would get her answers sooner or very soon."
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"value": "Our friendly neighborhood Spider-man could not believe what he saw. He hung upside down from an adjacent building and watched the Black Cat herself, do his job. On one hand, it felt good not being the only crime fighter, citizen saving, righteous member of society, on the other hand, it washisjob. With a sigh, he decided only one person was going to get the credit for the job, and that person would be the Cat this time. Taking a few snapshots of her moving in and out of the building flawlessly, like some kind of eerie dance, or some kind of weird ritual, he decided he just better go. He only had to make one more stop, and that was to his boss, Jonah Jameson, to drop off the photos and get the money that would be made from thje photos. Sure, she would be the headline, but if he could take Jameson's mind off of Spider-man for at least one day, it was a win in his book.\nTony Stark sighed as he downed his third whiskey on the rocks of the evening. Looking outside, he decided it was best that it was time to go, leaving his beloved building in the capable hands of his security staff. Moving quickly, he elected to stop and have another drink, before entering his limo and be driven home. A quick stop to the liquor store, and he was ready to go."
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"value": "Once the kiddies were returned safely to their families she was off. No time for idle chit chat. Felicia loved the spot light , but The cat wasn't a fan. She had made it a good several blocks before landing on the open patio of her apartment. Sliding the glass door closed she peeled off her mask when a letter caught her attention. She looked around quickly. Someone had been in her home. She sensed noone, but still remained cautious. Picking up the folded piece of paper she read it before her eyes widened in shock.\n\"My father...he's alive.\"\nShe noticed the signature of the one and only notorious Kingpin at the bottom. She had become quite annoyed. She didn't bother on changing clothes. Anything involving Wilson Fisk was hardly worth the trouble. Quickly she took out of her apartment heading to Kingpins headquarters.\n~~~\n\"Good luck tonight MJ!\" Yelled Sue her classmate. \"Thanks!\" Shouting and waving back as she quickly made her down the steps out onto the sidewalk. MJ had been working a part time job so that she could save up to get her own place. She worked as waitress at one the busiest bars this side of the avenue. She had gotten the night off since her boss was a nice man who did support her acting career. Unlike some people. she noticed a group of people were crowded around electronic store tv displays. The channel all showed the news live.\nZz..A fire had broke out in City Avenue Condominium earlier this afternoon leaving two children trapped on one of the higher floors. Miraculously is wasn't Spiderman that came to the rescue but a white haired woman in what appears to be black leather. Zz"
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"value": "The cue ball known as Kingpin was just waiting for the Cat's arrival, pacing, listening to classical music, and watching her father struggle as he \"conducted\" the orchestra with his fingers. The man in chains muttered something about \"not getting away with this,\" the usual thing that most captives say, yet he didn't care. His dull threat fell on deaf ears. As he moved toward the window, he picked up his phone, dialed some numbers and listened to the ringing. The ringing stopped and all he heard was silence. \"It is time.\" He spoke and hung the phone up promptly, looking outside, and enjoying the view that he got from his penthouse atop some building. This was going to be a beautiful evening.\nSpider man srung around the city, and after awhile, decided that it was time to call it a night and for the first time in about three weeks, he was able to enjoy dinner with his Aunt May. It was nice, though he did miss being out tonight. Something soon caught his ear.\n\"Breaking News: Spider man goes beserk while someone else saves his city.\" The ticker at the bottom of the screen repeated the words over and over, and Peter moved to turn the T.V up. The correspondent on the screen was in mid sentence.\n\"I stand before you, inside the First Bank of New York, Spiderman is wreaking havok, taking hostages and demanding money. His motives, unknown, but nonetheless, eye witness reports confirm that it is in fact Spider man.\""
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"value": "Soon enough the door opened to his office. Two of his finest guards walked in. \"Sir, the Cat is here\" He spoke holding his weapon in his hands. Two more men came in escorting Felicia. \"Let go of me\" She snapped, pulling her arm away from her captor. \"Kingpin, I don't have time for games. \"She tossed the letter on his desk in front of him. \"Next time you send your men to my house I swear your going to have to start thinking about new security\" However something did bring her here. She wanted to get down to the business of the matter. \"What do you want?\" She glared through her mask at him.\n\"Spiderman? That can't be.\" MJ looked on with the rest of the viewers. The Web slinger did have a fan club, but there were people who weren't to fond of him either.\n\"He finally went rogue...the bug\"\n\"Oh no not Spiderman it can' be!\"\nHer blue orbs watched the news intently as shouts and comments were being made. Making her way through the crowd Mj rushed home. She other things to worry about, like tonights performance. That would hopefully wash over anyway."
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"value": "There's an island that's populated with mutants. The Government sent them there a long time ago to keep them in check and restrained. No one was allowed to leave, yet they were given near unlimited access on where they wanted to go on this island. It wasn't your small, desert thing either. No, it was pretty damn big and more than enough room to keep accepting new residents.\nOf course it was hard to make sure they had every single one of them here. It was impossible, actually, there were still news bulletins describing of small mutant attacks. They were quickly captured however, thrown on a boat and dumped on this craphole.\nJames Howlett was a Canadian soldier that had once been part of a mutant program to create the perfect soldier. They called it Weapon X, and it brought him great pain. He escaped, and for a while was forced to remain on the run while the Canadian Government chased after him. They took away his memories, gave him false ones, played with his life and now he has to give a second thought to anything that comes in to his mind. Is it his, or just another staged image?\nTonight is the first of the big offensives. James wants off this island, and he's not the only one. It's a special occasion, so what better way to celebrate than to climb in to the old uniform that he regularly wore back on the mainland? Of course, the mask wasn't needed -- but except for that, Wolverine was back in the blue-and-yellow of the old days.\nStanding beside him is the woman he loves. Without her, he would have fallen apart. He would have remained a wild beast, slowly devolving in to something fit only to roam around the jungles of this world. Her name was Jean. If hecould-- he would die for her.\nThe derelict parking lot shudders, the broken glass of the scrapped cars tinkle and metal shakes. A pair of hulking Sentinels are approaching. Wolverine's gloved hands stroke his partner's arms, their mouths are inches apart.\n\"You ready Jean?\""
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"value": "Was she scared? Maybe. Was she ready? Most definitely. They had spent to much time here. This place. This hell for mutants. Tired wasn't even the word for it. She was done with this place and the sooner they escaped from here the better. Jean barely remembered home. Going to school or out on a date. All the things that made life worth living had been taken from her, all except for him. The wild man who took her heart.\n\"I'm ready James.\"\nAround her neck was power disruptor. Telepaths were considered to be one of the most dangerous types of mutants. Jean was a level 4 according to the data her captors had collected on her when she first came to this place. She remembered the experiments, the tests and procedures they preform on her. She truly hated this place.\n\" Remember once you take out the satellite tower. I'll be able to use my powers freely.\" She said before brushing her lips against his. Kissing him softly it reminded her of why she was doing this why ever mutant deserved this right to be free. Instead of locked up like some animal. She had no special uniform. Just the once piece hospital blue outfit with her number encoded on the sleeve. Unlike Howlett she was to under go some severe tests experiments."
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"value": "The Researchers on the island had attempted to keep everyone's mutation under control, but there were a few that had tricked the system, kept below the radar, roamed free. James was one of them. With every attempt to capture him, he was always one step ahead. But Jean wasn't so lucky. They did terrible things to her. The nightmares she must have were things even Wolverine wouldn't be able to handle. But he promised her every day that he'd rescue her from them, that he'd always be here for her. But every time he told her that, they would always probe further in to her mind.\nOnce more, he touched her lips. The soft kiss was like a fuel to him, it spurred him on, kept him fighting.\nThe first Sentinel came in to view, closely followed by its identical brother. James knew this would be tricky, he had to get up to their heads. That's where he could inflict the most damage. The searchlights looked down from the mechanial monsters, identifying the pair of mutants below them. \"Keep moving!\" He shouted to her, pulling away and growling up towards the robots.\nA heavy foot rose, and slammed down on to where James once stood. But he was quick on his feet, and the mutant had begun to climb."
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"value": "For a moment she felt stuck, but her feet were moving as fast as they could. She touched the collar around her neck. If only she could take this thing off! She remembered what he said about not looking back. Keep going all the way till she reached the tower. The tower was they key to their freedom. Once they destroyed it all the main defenses would be down, including the radio signaling that controlled this contraption around her neck.\nThe ground from under her shook. A bright light flashed overhead as she blocked its piercing gaze with her hand. The second sentinel had her in it's sights. One massive hand as large as two story house descended upon her. Frightened wasn't the word. The mechanical behemoths were what mutants anguished about. She ran. Up in front of her were the electrical wires that blocked off anyone from entering and anyone from leaving. She looked for anything that could help. The Sentinel prepared to grab her again, but it's target was to close the wires. Jean ran along the electrical wall until she could reach the tower. The Sentinel following in her wake she searched for any sign of James. Without incident she began to climb the ladder of the 80 foot tower. This was her only chance. Her last chance."
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"value": "The Wolverine's claws pierced through the skin of his knuckles, a moment of pain. The adamantium poked through the metal of the robot, allowing him to ascend upwards with apparent ease. It didn't help that the machine was moving around alot, but there was no way that James was letting go. Up and up -- he was now climbing up its back and close to its head. The other Sentinel was chasing after Jean, and he just hoped she was OK. Damn it, he should have told her to stay far away from here tonight!\nIts neck. The wires were already poking out, but the head was where it was all at. By now, the Sentinel was shaking about as if attempting to throw Wolverine off. But it was no use. And by the time James reached the metal skull, it was useless. His claws scraped and scratched away, creating an opening which allowed him to gain access to the large circuit board and controls.\nSparks went everywhere. Again - and - again! The Sentinel went crazy, it lost its footing, the CPU was damaged beyond repair!\nCRASH!\nThe robot fell to the ground, and it echoed throughout the island. A Sentinel was down. Mutants were fighting back. James had held on and survived the fall, looking over towards where Jean was climbing the ladder. The Sentinel wanted to avenge its brother, and James wasn't going to let it. Sprinting. Running. Dashing towards the last one --\nBut it got him. A lucky kick of its large foot sent the Canadian flying. No! It was going to get Jean!"
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"value": "As the first sentinel went down the tower shook again. She held on for her life. Looking back in time to James running towards the second sentinel just to be kicked back across the lot she screamed. \"James!\". The wind had begun to pick up as lose strands of her bright red hair flailed wildly from the ponytail it had been in. Looking beyond the tower she could see it. Yes! The shore it was their only chance. Take down the tower, open the gates and make it towards the boat!\nIt was upon her now, never knowing how to stop or how to give in. It's massive hand reaching for her. James could hear her scream. It had her now in it's large iron grasp. She struggled to free herself as the mass of metal and wiring circled her. Those piercing yellow eyes staring as if looking right into her. If she managed to get out of it's grasp, the next thing she would have to worry about is the shear drop from it's hand and she hardly thought she'd survive that. \"Let me go!\" She shouted. She didn't want to go back. Not to this prison. Back to the labs, the tests and experiments. She couldn't! She would rather die than to be probed over and over again.\nJean, can you move this object with your mind, Jean? Can you? Move the object with your mind and we'll let you go. What am I thinking? I know you can read my thoughts, Jean. Tell me what is in my head and we'll stop hurting you...promise\nA fire flickered in the corner of her eyes, but only for a moment. The metal collar around her neck began to vibrate and then it unlocked. The sentinel was making it way back across the lot. She felt like her energy had been returned her. Clearing her mind she began to concentrate on what to do next. \"I said let me go..\" Sending a telekinetic blast to the sentinels head it caused the behemoth to stagger. She sent another one and another one. Then soon it came crashing . Releasing it it's group on her Jean jumped!"
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"value": "It took James a few moments to get his bearings back. The Sentinel had kicked him pretty far, and it just so happened he hit against something hard to stop him. His back was in pain, but that problem soon disappeared. His attention was back on to Jean, who had been caught by the robot!\n\"Jean!\"\nAgain, he quickened his stride. But he was too far away -- it all happened too fast for him to react any quicker. Something was hitting the Sentinel's head. Was that -- Jean? Her powers... what was happening to her? The robot began to look as if its legs were going to fall beneath it, and his thinking was correct. It began to stumble, stutter backwards, and then fell.\nWith Jean still in its clutches!\nShe was at too great a height to survive the drop. Logan had to get there before she hit the ground.\nRun.\nRun, James.\nRun!\nHe was so close. And as the shadow below her began to grow, James dived with his hands out for her..."
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"value": "The ground began to close in. It was coming so quick so fast. How could of she braced herself! Jean closed her eyes hoping that it would be quick end or by some miracle she could stop herself.\nUmph!\nShe fell into his arms almost to afraid to open her eyes, but when she did she smiled. \"James...\" She was almost o happy to see him. He had saved her! Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him. Her lips pressing firmly against his. She had owed so much to him. It was a cry of laughter that slipped from her lips. \" What would I do without you..\" She said. Her hand cupping his cheek. She took off the collar and threw it to the ground . Jean was glad to be rid of that thing and she hoped it would be the last time that she would wear it.\nThe ground from under them began to shake and quiver. Jeans green orbs looked up to the tower. The defenses were still up as she pointed skyward. Sentinels were approaching, but all had flew directly over them. She could begin to think what had become of the others who were trying to escape. As much as she wanted to play hero they would have to make it to that boat if they wanted any chance of avenging their comrades."
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"value": "It was time for the operation to begin.\nFor weeks, Bai Lan had been tracking a man they suspected of having information on RAPT that could prove useful in the near future. Sei was tasked with getting that information, and if at all possible, capturing the man. It was quite possible that he had even more information that he could give up after some. . .thorough persuasion. Their task was quite simple - the man had been tracked to a bar near the river front. Meg would be used as a decoy, to seduce and ultimately disable the man quietly. Jo was on standby, and would be awaiting the go-ahead to spring into action and create a disturbance so that the man could be extracted and they could leave. She sat with Amy in the red sports car she used to move around when she did not want to be noticed, as a giant blue trailer would have been a dead giveaway that something was up.\nMeg was getting into place now, while Jo was lingering around outside of the bar, ready to cause mayhem at the drop of a pin.\nThere was one thing that Sei was worried about though, and that was Meg's annoying knack of getting into trouble in situations like this one. If that happened, there were several contingency plans in place. This was an operation that had to succeed, no matter what happened. Hopefully, things would not reach that point. Conditions here seemed favorable enough. Outside of the usual suspicious characters hanging around, there weren't that many people around. It was usually quiet during this time of night, before people got drunk and decided to start blasting whatever they thought would look better with a few bullets holes and hot lead inside of it.\nShe wasn't all that worried about herself or Amy in this situation, as the windows of the car were bullet proof and the vehicle had a very sturdy build. They would be fine, unless of course, a Cybot decided to use the car as a landing strip or for target practice. Call her conceited, but Sei was more than confident in her driving skills. \"We're ready whenever you are Meg,\" she said into the communication decide Amy prepared.\nInside of the bar was a very different story. There were people everywhere, smoking, drinking, laughing, have as good of a time as they possibly could. People all over the places were playing drinking games, some seemed to be enjoying a game of Russian Roulette. People who didn't value their lives or the lives of others. This was one of the most dangerous places in Tokyo, not that Tokyo wasn't a dangerous place in and of itself. Of course, they were all armed to the teeth and none of them would hesitate to pull a gun on anyone here.\nThe target was a man they knew only by the name of Tanaka. He was a heavy set man with messy hair that looked to be a bit. . .greasy. It was not at all attractive looking, which would only make it harder for Meg to hit on him than it already would be. A job was a job though. The sooner it was done, the sooner they could get on to doing whatever else Bai Lan needed them to do."
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"value": "Meg:\nThe bar, 'Rapture':\nInside, the place was lit by glow-globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch-black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space...\nAt a corner table, a pale, long-fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to ruby-red lips~ As she set it back on the glossy black table, Meg *stretched* languorously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her silky crimson cheongsam; Beneath the long, trailing hem, her coltish legs whispered as the lovely redhead crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps~!\nThere was a gentlescrapeof fabric, inaudible as Meg leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle surussation; Appearing, all the world, to be thoroughly *bored*~ Idly, her fingers drummed a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface of the table; A distinctive code that meant 'Target in *sight*.'\nNow, seduction's a complex thing- Too little, and the target doesn't even *know* he's being, well, targeted- Too much, too soon, and it's all-too-clear that *something* is wrong...It takes an exquisite balance between subterfuge and interest, the gentle pressure of one's attention to oh-so-*carefully* draw the eye...Meg, however, was *incredibly* good at it. Right now, though, the lovely redhead's nostrils wrinkled, just a little, as she considered the greasy-looking man she was *supposed* to be putting the moves on; A burly middle-ager, slowly letting himself going to seed-Nother type.Notat all~\n*Why* aren't there any *handsome* targets?she pondered, glancing briefly skyward as she slid her chair back- Steeling herself for what came next! It was simple enough- Just get the absolutely grotendous guy away from his buddies...And Jo would take care of the rest, the way she *always* did!\n\"We're ready whenever you are, Meg,\"Sei's voice crackled, as if the woman herself was whispering in Meg's ears- Indeed, the complex charms strung in her ponytail concealed a fairly sophisticated audio suite, keyed to both transmit *and* receive...The wonders of miniaturization! \"Copy that~\" Meg murmured, her voice low, lilting...The legs of her chair scraping against the tiles as she stood...\nA girl *alone* in this bar, the favorite watering-hole of the criminal underworld, was rare enough- An absolutely *lovely* one even more so! It wasn't a surprise that Tanaka's head turned as she drifted past- She could *feel* his gaze lingering on her, then her back, as she took a slow, indirect route to the bar...Taking care to brush one silky hip against him as she moved past!\nA quick, heartfelt, if a trifle slurred, \"Oh, I'm *so* sorry!\" parting her full lips, clearly the worse for drink- With the delicate, mincing grace of a woman who wasn't *quite* drunk enough yet, Meg crossed to the dance floor; She'd had his attention, after all, his eyes roving over her lissome form as she swayed in time to the music, seemingly *entirely* entranced by the barely-legal beauty before him~"
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"value": "Lovely wasn't what Tanaka would have used to describe Meg. No, the red haired young woman was much too beautiful for that. Angelic. That was a word that successfully captured the essence of her. Any woman who was able to look at him and not gag was worthy of the title \"lovely\", but angelic was reserved for a young woman of such magnificence as she. Her face was perfect, her lips were plump and looked as if they were awaiting his own. Luscious was the only word he could use to describe her body. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her as she walked towards him, the dark brown optics following the sway of her hips. As she brushed up against him, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.\nJust like that, he was under her spell.\n\"Oh, no, I'm. . .why don't you have a seat, let me buy you another drink or two,\" he said. For a man who was so unattractive, who was involved in such shady dealings, Tanaka certainly came across as a gentleman. Then again, it very well could have been an act, a ploy on his part to get her to drop his guard so that he could have his way with her. At this point, he was so enamored with her presence here at his side that he didn't care what he intended on doing. Tonight, there was a good possibility that he would be getting lucky tonight, and he did not want to mess up that possibility by thinking about the situation too much.\nJo was a bit anxious now. She stood outside of the bar impatiently tapping her foot. Obviously, she didn't like the fact that Meg was in the bar with the creep who was working with RAPT all alone. If it were up to her, she would have blasted the bar apart to scare the piss out of the man, then threaten his life and force him to give up the information they needed. Sei insisted on not making an enemy out of most of the criminal underworld in Tokyo, which squashed that idea flat.\nWith a visual on Meg now lost, Jo couldn't help but to feel more uneasy. The only thing she could do was wait until Meg gave the signal for them to spring the trap."
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"value": "\"Ah~Sucha gentleman~\" Meg cooed, pressing slim fingers to her lips to stifle a giggle- And ohick, he *really* was older than she'd thought, those exquisite tailored clothes not *quite* hiding his sagging gut...No more than the coiffed hairpiece hid the fact that he was *balding*...Still, the lovely redhead flashed him a fetching smile as she slid smoothly into the seat, her ponytail snaking against her sleek back, green eyes twinkling with amusement- Sending *all* the right signals!\nIt was *entirely* clear that she was either a party girl, or simply slumming it for the night- Looking for Mr. Right Now to take her home, and not particularly *caring*...As long as there was a *good* time at the end of it!\nA measure of amber fluid splashed into a proferred shot-glass, slid eagerly across the table to her ~ And Meg resisted the urge to look around for Jo, reminding herself that her partners were ready to bundle Mr. Tanaka off at the drop of a hat...\n-On second thought, maybe a drink wouldn't be such a bad idea. She was going to need to be at *least* a little drunk to pull this off...She lifted her glass, in a brief toast, meeting his gaze again- Then *drank*, draining it in a single draught, her face going red as the scalding spirit cascaded down her throat! It went down warming, and hit her stomach with a heated glow, spreading and waking up her limbs, muscles and skin tingling.spreading out into her limbs~\nMeg's gaze seemed greener than ever as she *stretched*, with a low sigh of satisfaction- And it was entirelynaturalto respond, even as color spread in her face, her motions becoming, without conscious thought, *just* that little bit more sensual, the tip of her pointed shoe *accidentally* brushing against his leg~"
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"value": "A woman like Meg was completely out of his league. Tanaka wasn't stupid, he knew that. As entranced as he was by her, there was a part of him that was telling him that he needed to be careful with her. What started out as a night of fun could quickly turn into his worst nightmare. The only way he could know for sure, either way, was to go along with what was happening. He would have his answer soon enough. The man offered her a smile as he took another shot, the alcohol giving him some much needed liquid courage. A few shots later, and he seemed to be in the same state that he had been in when she first bumped into one another. It was clear that Tanaka could hold his liquor, so waiting for him to become plastered would be useless.\nIt would be wise for the plan to move forward soon.\n\"So, my dear, how about you and I leave this place? I'm not one to brag, but my place is quite nice. I believe it'd suit your tastes much more than this dump,\" he said, ignoring the glare that the bar owner was shooting his way.\n\"He's taken the bait,\" Sei said, biting down on her thumbnail. So far, so good. For their sake, she was hoping that things continued as well as they started. For once, it would be nice to complete a job without Cybots destroying parts of town, or unnecessary bloodshed. She would have even liked to avoid expending a single round from a gun, but since the plan called for Jo to turn the bar into a giant bullet hole, she knew that it was impossible for such a thing to happen.\nStill, there was no denying that Meg had an annoying knack of getting into trouble at the worst possible time. So long as Jo remained close enough to see her, Sei was sure that things would be fine. The bond that the two of them had was a strong one, and she knew that there was no way Jo would let anything happen to Meg. \"Amy, just in case things don't go well, find out where he lives and get the floor plans. If worst comes to worst, we need to be prepared.\" Though she had confidence in the skills of all of the girls, she needed to have a back up plan just in case."
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"value": "Another glass, and the world was looking decidedly better through a warm, liquid haze of alochol- Though Meg was beginning to wonder, now, whether he wasreallyas drunk as he'd initially appeared! It was an effort to concentrate on his words, now; The lovely redhead shifted in her seat, fanning herself with a hand- Feeling *just* a little warm...\n\"So, my dear, how about you and I leave this place? I'm not one to brag, but my place is quite nice. I believe it'd suit your tastes much more than this dump,\"\n\"R-e-a-l-l-y?\" Meg cooed, her deep blue eyes going *very* wide with mock surprise- \"Oh, I couldn'tpossibly~\" she began, hesitantly, biting her lip, and turning away coyly...But then her gaze went back to him, and she giggled. \"Tanaka-san, you really *are* too sweet~!\"\nShe clasped her hands with every sign of excitement, her chest *heaving* against the front of her tight crimson cheongsam as she took a *deep* breath~ Those sapphire eyes shimmering, as she turned away coyly...Clearly *entirely* charmed by his oh-so-obvious wealth!\n***\nLounging against the bar- Or at least *trying* to- Jo swirled her drink, her gloved fingers wrapped around the snifter. \"*God*, he's disgusting,\" the silver-haired beauty muttered. \"Just be careful, Meg...Be *careful*...\" Only the thought that this was adelicateoperation prevented her from unleashing absolute small-arms hellfire onto the bar in general and Tanaka in specific...And now she was going to have to *watch* them walk out, Meg clinging to his arm and giggling, like a trophy- While praying that the others were up to the task...\n***\n\"Amy, just in case things don't go well, find out where he lives and get the floor plans. If worst comes to worst, we need to be prepared.\"\n\"Mmmmm~?\" Amy's heels thumped against the side of her seat, the one she'd been distractedly kicking as she fidgeted~ She'd never had much to do *on* an operation itself, most of her job coming before or after...And she'd been *thrilled* to finally be able to go along on one-\nIt was just that she'd never expected it to be so, so...*boring*! All she'd done was to sit there, while Meg chatted up some sleazy guy in a bar...\n\"Hai-hai, obaa-chan~\" she chirped, her brown eyes sparking- At least she'd have something to *do* now, instead of just *sitting* here~! The bell affixed to her pastel-pink blouse and shorts chimed as Amy rested her laptop on her knees, unreeling the thin cable of the fiber-optic wire...And a recent new addition, the VR headset! It was bleeding-edge tech...One that let the user dive *into* the system itself, and slip *effortlessly* through the datastream- But not without *some* risks, like being *entirely* more vulnerable...Not that it mattered to Amy, one of the best hackers in the world!\n\"Here I go~!\" she announced, slipping the visor over her eyes- Then, quite abruptly, she went limp, as the world faded, filling with the swirling blue data of the 'Net..."
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"value": "Ichimaru Gin was a man that almost no one could figure out. He tended to keep his personal life quiet and plastered a permanent smile upon his face, narrowing his eyes so far they were almost slits and walked around like that all the time, thus earning himself the nickname of 'fox face'. Aizen Sousuke had first met him when Gin was a child and had just killed the 3rd Seat of the 5th Division, telling the man that he was worthless and didn't deserve to have such a high rank. Instead of reporting him, Aizen had immediately given Ichimaru the now vacant position and kept the killing a secret between the two of them since it served his purposes quite well to have someone indebted to him.\nIt seemed as though Gin was a child prodigy much like Kaien Shiba had been, having graduated from the shinigami academy in one year rather than the usual six. And now, he was Aizen-taichou's fukutaichou. Of course with that responsibility came paperwork and Gin hated paperwork. But Aizen seemed to have a plan in mind for Soul Society and wasn't usually too concerned thing he considered insignificant, such as paperwork. Not to mention the fact that with his kind and generous nature it fit his personality to do any necessary paperwork on his own. So Gin didn't have to worry about it too much, which was a relief because he really couldn't stand it.\nIn fact he'd lost his mind once and used Shinsou to slice through a stack of papers that were giving him problems, before his sanity returned. Aizen hadn't seemed to mind at first, but he'd given him a piece of his mind later on when they were alone, which Gin hadn't forgotten. That was when he'd realized the man was pureevileven to those he trusted and Gin had no intention of ever betraying him in the little plan he had for Soul Society. Not if that was the way Aizen treated his 'friends' when they messed up. The little taste he'd had of Aizen made him shudder and his smile dropped slightly but returned to its usual brightness a moment later as he pushed his dark thoughts aside.\nGin had never seriously thought of betraying his captain, he'd only jokingly considered it just to mess with his mind. He sighed as his slitted eyes roamed around trying to find someone or something to focus upon and saw nothing which made him somewhat annoyed, where was everyone? Most likely in class of some sort or off on a mission. Perhaps he would go work with Shinsou and with that thought in mind he took himself off down the corridors to head over to the training ground where shinigami went to practice their shikai. He had to pass Aizen's office though in order to get there and he hoped the captain wouldn't be in. Gin didn't want to deal with him right now.\nBecause he wasn't in the mood to exchange playful banter with Aizen-sama, who knew when the man would snap and try and hurt him. Not that he disliked being hurt in that way but sometimes he didn't want it and this was one of those times..."
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"value": "Captain Aizen was in his office doing the usual paper work that had to be done because there was a fight between one of his subordinates and the 11th Division member. He had to write down why both of them were fighting in the first place and it was hard because he was not even at the scene of the fight. Even though that Captain Kenpachi was there and did not bother to stop the fight he was not good when it came to paper work. Aizen was not happy and he needed to have some form of release. As he sat there looking at his door he felt Gins spiritual pressure and thought about having some fun with him.\nWhen Gin came passed his office Aizen told him to come in and shut the door so they could talk for a little bit. But what Aizen was thinking about was not anywhere close to a talk. Aizen was looking at Gin as though he was ready to cut his head off. Aizen always had a plain straight face when he walked around the Soul Society, but when he was with Gin he had a real expression on his face. Most of the time it was not a good one and it meant trouble for Gin.\nSo what are you about to go do Gin? Aizen asked with a smooth and calm voice to him. Aizen got up and walked over to him and started to rub on his face as gentle as he could without scaring him."
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"value": "Blast. It didn't look like he was going to be able to get away without greeting Aizen. Gin entered when Aizen told him to come in so they could talk for a bit, wondering what was on the other shinigami's mind that involved him. More about his planning regarding Soul Society? His typical smile was plastered over his face, eyes narrowed into slits as he tilted his head to the side, waiting for Aizen to speak since he obviously wanted to bring something up. Inwardly he was somewhat nervous due to the way Aizen was looking at him but outwardly it did not show at all. \"Oh nothin' in particula'. I just thought I might go train with Shinsou fer a bit. Did ya need me fer somethin' Aizen?\" Gin inquired with an arched brow.\nHe didn't really want to do anything with Aizen at the moment but he didn't dare refuse him either. Not when he was like this. He could tell Aizen was teetering on the edge at the moment and now was not a good time to fool around even though he was dying to give in to his usual nature. Gin was surprised when Aizen went over to him and started to rub his face in a gentle manner. His body stiffened a bit, expecting the other man to hurt him but so far Aizen was being fairly nice and he didn't understand it.\nAizen had never touched him like this before. Well, he had but the touch had always turned into a blow. So maybe that was what he was doing. Perhaps he wanted Gin to relax and once he had, Ichimaru would be subject to another harsh blow."
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"value": "Aizen noticed that Gin was not comfortable when they were near each other. Rubbing his face Aizen started to get just a little aroused by the thought of Gin. Gin was like the only person that was able to calm Aizen down, that was the only reason why Aizen kept him around for so long. When Gin seemed uncomfortable it was Aizens job to make sure Gin did not get to uncomfortable. When Gin got to uneven he can get just a little edge and kill somebody as he did before.\nAizen moves to the back of his lieutenant and starts to rub on his chest in a warming way. When he does that to Gin it means that he was ready to get some dick from him, but he only got dick when he was done fucking him. Looking at Gin sometimes made him so hard that he was going to rape him right there in front of everyone. Being Aizens sex slave was the price of living after killing the other Shinigami. Aizen has been using his services almost every other day just so he did not get the urge to kill someone.\nMoving his hand down just a little bit more down to his dick, Aizen starts to rub him so he could get in the mood as well. He was in a very good mood because he would have hurt him by now just for the hell of it. Just because he was not hitting him does not mean that he will not do something later while he pleasured him. As he rubbed Gin he picks him up and moves him to a couch that was to the left of his desk. Taking his head and moving it to where he was able to get a clear shot at his neck and starts to suck on it."
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"value": "There was only so much he could take as Aizen continued to rub his face and soon Gin yanked his head away from the other. \"Surely ya kin think of somethin' betta than rubbin' my face.\" He said lightly, hoping he hadn't just made Aizen mad but he couldn't stand it when the other shinigami rubbed him like that, it felt strange and he didn't like the intimacy. Indeed, he was well aware that he happened to be the only one who could calm Aizen down and sometimes he hated that whereas other times he didn't mind at all. Ichimaru had to force himself not to turn or take a step away when Aizen disappeared behind him and he stiffened when he felt the shinigami's arm curl around him.\nHis smile was still present but it had dropped a bit, he disliked being touched by anyone, including Aizen but had to put up with it because he was somewhat frightened as to what Aizen might do if he didn't allow him to touch him. When the man moved his hand down to rub his cock, Gin realized the captain wanted to use his body again and he grimaced inwardly, outwardly his smile remained fixed on his face, letting no one know how he was really feeling inside. It was why he kept the smile on his face after all because he didn't want anyone to realize what he was feeling or thinking. He had to force himself not to resist as Aizen picked him up and brought him over to the couch which was located near the desk.\nAll too soon, he felt his body respond to Aizen's touch and his cock grew harder beneath Aizen's talented fingers causing Gin's body to arch up into the captain's hands. Ichimaru's hands clenched the cushions beneath him so he wouldn't annoy Aizen by clawing his back and gritted his teeth as he tried to contain his arousal. He didn't want to be aroused by this, he wanted Aizen to take him and then let him go so he could forget about what happened here in this room. Gin hated being used when he didn't want it but he had no choice when it came to Aizen. It wasn't that he feared having the others in Soul Society find out he had killed another shinigami, it was more that he was afraid of what Aizen would do to him if he fought back.\nAt the current moment, Ichimaru did not have enough strength or power to fight against Aizen so it would be suicide to resist him and end up getting killed as a result. Therefore, he had no choice but to obey. Gin's body trembled under Aizen's as the other man forced his head up and to the side as he started to suck on his neck, leaving visible marks behind which Ichimaru would have a hard time covering up. The lieutenant told himself that he wasn't enjoying it when he responded to Aizen's touches, he told himself that he wasn't enjoying it when he came after a session with Aizen. He told himself he wasn't enjoying it but deep inside he knew he lied."
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"value": "Nathan grinned as the Pokemon battle was over, his Raichu once again victorious, though the battle had taken its toll....it had been quite some time since Nathan had been in a Pokemon Centre or even a store to buy supplies, and just recently he had used his very last potion. This was a rather bad situation....all of Nathan's Pokemon were rather weak, but Raichu in particular, this last battle had really taken it out of her.\nAs the other trainer left rather dismayed, Nathan hurried over to kneel beside his Raichu, rubbing her head slowly. \"Great job Raichu....but come on, let's see if we can get you some help...\" He rubbed her head once more, scratching behind her ear, before turning to walk slowly. There was a tiny village not far from here, and whilst it had no Pokemon Centre, he might be able to get some supplies.\nEver since she had been a Pikachu, Raichu had hated going into a Pokeball, and that trait had carried over through her evolution after exposure to a Thunder Stone. Still, Nathan didn't mind, infact he rather liked things this way.\nIt didn't take long for the two of them to arrive in the little village, and as Nathan had expected there was no Pokemon Centre, nor a real store to speak of. All that Nathan could find was a tiny little store in a back alley, seeming to sell a few items that resembled Pokemon health potions, though they appeared rather....different. Still, beggars can't be choosers. Nathan purchased the potion that most resembled a healing potion, then went to leave the store with Raichu, headed towards the tiny hotel on the edge of the village, getting them a room for the night.\n\"Now....\" Nathan pulled the potion from his bag as he closed the door to the small room, helping Raichu up onto the bed. \"Let's hope this heals you up enough huh?\" He smiled to the Pokemon, then opened up the bottle, the smell rather strong, and whilst it was rather offputting to Nathan, to Raichu it would smell absolutely delicious. Nathan seemed to pick up on that, then held the bottle out, slowly tipping it up to allow Raichu to drink the contents, waiting until she had downed the whole thing. \"There we go....feeling any better?\""
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"value": "\"Rai, Rai!\" The Raichu had let out happily as she won the battle, before letting her wounds take effect, nuzzling into her trainer, panting softly, having put her all into the fight, glad he had taught her 'Endure' sometime earlier for just such an occasion. As they left, she let her long, thunder-bolt tipped tail sway behind her as she kept up at his side, having enough energy left to keep herself walking. After getting into the town and finding the back alley shop, while feeling a little unsure of things, tugging on his shirt lightly. \"Chu....\" Though, as he bought it and got them the hotel room, she looked on, interested, as he popped the bottle open, and an oddly pleasant aroma wafted into her nose, causing it to twitch, as she started to hop up and down in place, pawing at him quickly. \"Chu, Chu, Chu~!\"\nLooking excited, she murred as he tilted the bottle for her, letting the liquid slide down her thought, sitting back as she licked her lips a little, murring. \"Rai!\" She seemed to enjoy the taste, moving forward to nuzzle Nathen gently, feeling better then she had, tail swishing quickly as she held onto him with her little hands, seeming better already, looking happy at him, nodding. Ever since she was a small Pikachu, he had always taken care of her better then anything she could remember, and she always wished to do her best to make him a great trainer."
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"value": "Nathan was happy when Raichu seemed to like the potion, the taste even more than the smell, and she certainly did seem to be feeling better. At the very least she should be fine until they reached a Pokemon Centre, though that was at least another 2 days travel from here. \"Now, I think the very best thing we can do right now is get some rest hm?\" Nathan smiled and gently rubbed Raichu's head, scratching behind her ear.\nThe boy slowly stood up and turned to get himself ready for bed, stripping down to his boxers, before climbing into the bed, patting the spot beside him for Raichu. The Pokemon had always slept beside him for as long as he had been with her, so this was no different. The boy yawned, then curled up in bed, slowly drifting off to sleep, the days travelling and excitement taking its toll on him at last."
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"value": "As he mentioned getting some rest, she nodded her head, smiling to him, tail swaying along behind her, as she sat on the bed, waiting for Nathan to get ready, ears giving a twitch as he stripped down to his boxers, a sight she had gotten used to. She hopped happily to his side as he patted the spot for her, curling herself up and snuggling against him, letting her long tail coil around his leg, getting comfy. \"Rai...~\" In snug against him, she kept herself at his side as they slept, getting herself ready for the coming days of traveling.\nAs the pair slept, the little Raichu began to change, the aftereffects of the potion kicking in when she hit deep sleep, causing her body to grow and expand. Her form grew slender with muscle tone, with long, fit legs, shapely rear and upper body, and even a head of shaggy, violet colored hair on top of her noggin. Once thetransformationwas complete, the girl kept herself snuggled close to Nathan, pressing in, feeling a bit colder now as she shivered. Her new arms going about his waist, her even longer tail kept itself coiled around him, resting her head in the nape of his neck, sleeping peacefully. \"Chuuuu~....\""
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"value": "In his sleep, Nathan could feel movement beside him, but it wasn't enough to wake the heavy sleeper. Probably just Raichu moving around beside him, she did sometimes after all. Once the movement stopped, Nathan just settled down once again to sleep peacefully for the remainder of the night.\nWhen he awoke the next morning, Nathan yawned and started to sit up, in his tiredness not noticing the arms around him as he reached up to rub at his eyes. \"Nnngh....morning already?\" He yawned again, then blinked as he started to wake up a little more. \"Hmmm....?\" Slowly the boy started to look down, looking at the arms around his waist, before slowly looking over to see the girl beside him. \"Wh-wh-wh-what....?\" His eyes widened, staring for a moment, before yelping and suddenly getting off the bed. \"Wh-what...what are....who are...\" He started and pointed at the girl, shocked for a moment before he started to investigate.\nThe girl resembled a Raichu, and the markings on her fur...they were the same....they were the same as the unique markings his Raichu had. \"I....R-Raichu....? Is that....is that you....?\" He blinked again and slowly stepped forwards."
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"value": "The Raichu-girl had slept peacefully throughout the night, happily snuggled up to Nathan, not having noticed anything had changed. Though, as the morning came and he started to move, she yawned softly, letting out a few soft sounds, her cheeks letting off some extra charge into the sheets as he moved, sitting up herself, the blanket falling down, covering her lower half. She was, as one would guess, rather naked, safe for her fur, as she rubbed her eyes, mumbling softly, as she looked to Nathan who looked shocked, confused, and surprised. \"Hmm...Master? What's wrong?\" Though, as she finished her sentence, she herself stopped, eyes wide, realizing she just spoke 'human', instead of speaking in 'Pokemon', as she should have. Looking down at herself, she gasped, seeing she had a human-like body now, but was still by all means a Raichu, as far as fur, typing, abilities, and looks, only a human-version of one.\nAs such, she then looked towards her chest, noticing she had breasts, and actually smiled, feeling them lightly, then blushed deeply and looked towards her trainer, forgetting he was there for a moment, pulling the blankets back over herself, her cheeks sparking a little in her embarrassment. \"Mas...Master, what happened? Why...why am I human-like now? How...?\" She pouted, looking sad as she stared at him, shuffling a little closer to the edge of the bed and him, keeping her new form covered."
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"value": "She could speak english now too?! This just got stranger and stranger. What had happened? What could've caused this? When Nathan took another step forward, his foot hit something, and when he looked down he saw it. The bottle! The potion he had given to Raichu the previous evening! Had that caused this? It had to have been....what else could there be? Everything else had been perfectly normal until that.\nNathan took another step forward as Raichu covered herself up, seemingly having developed a sense of modesty along with her transformations. He had to admit though....she had no need to be modest...she was...well...if she was fully human then guys would've been ready to kill for her. \"I....I don't really know for sure...\" He moved to sit down on the bed beside her, reaching out to gently place a hand on Raichu's shoulder. \"I think....the potion from yesterday did this....I don't know if it's permanent or....or if it'll wear off. I guess....I guess we need to wait and see....\""
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"value": "Of course, you can't possibly just wake up in Wonderland. And she knew they wouldn't treat her to another moment of just falling into Wonderland, however that was apparently not the case, because she had been dropping for quite some time, and now decided that perhaps it was time to think back. Think back to when she had originally come to Wonderland, some years ago as she was now nineteen and not the docile child she was before, perhaps still with a hint of navet in the back of her mind, still finding things to be all the more curiouser. Thinking back to it, she absolutely hated Wonderland, so it made no sense for her to be the one to be brought back to such a place, although she couldn't help but say that this time she hadn't crawled into the rabbit hole. She'd tripped right into it.\nThat damn hole was broad, and truthfully, she felt that it had almost, literally, sucked her in. And now here she was, suspended in a constant fall that had turned to her waiting for her rear to hit the ground, when truthfully, she knew it would be a lot more painful than she wanted it to be, however, as though it were nothing but calmity around her, she landed. Not with a hard thud, but with an 'Umph' with a 'fuck' at the end, her rear hitting a tree stump and leaving her sitting on something not even close to being softer than the ground. She wasn't sure whether to be pissed off or to be rubbing her rear, though the latter was chosen, she still managed to be both of the two, clicking her tongue behind her teeth as she waddled herself up to a standing position. Not knowing where to begin on fixing her attire, she started with her skirt that had awkwardly bunched itself around her legs, pulling at it continuously until it finally settled where it should. Fluffing out the light blue and black pettiskirts, adjusting the bow on the side and making sure the ribbon was properly placed, her hand shifted to her belt b-\nWait a minute. She was in Wonderland. China saucer blue eyes opening a bit wider as though she couldn't POSSIBLY see naturally the way her eyes were, she looked around her and found herself at an awkward clearing. Not a fork in the road, but a round, circular section with a stump in the middle, perfectly placed for her. . Or maybe it was just coincedental. Please. Nothing was coincedental or accidental or anything of the 'dental' family in Wonderland. Batting her thick eyelashes and making sure her hands reached her all too slim hips, like her mother always said, when you had slender hips, it made everything else fluctuate. And as this was true, it was one more fact to prove that she was not the young child she was before. Hourglass figure moving around the stump in search of anything she could have perhaps dropped, her loose curls of fresh hay blond fell over her shoulders, another ribbon in her hair to separate her bangs from the rest of her hair, the sleek black fabric streaking through her hair.\nShoulders caressed by her hair and whatever sunlight managed to take stabs at her through the trees, Alice sat down again on her stump, adjusting one of her heeled black and white criss cross mary janes, her hand slid up her leg and pulled at one of her striped knee highs. Well. Here she was again in Wonderland, obviously not with as much hate as she had been granted the last time, a bit of parchment caught her eyes when she let her eyes dance up again. Tipping toward it in case there was someone playing a trick on her, she stopped in front of an image of herself, from the last time that she had arrived at Wonderland and, literally, shaken things up.\n'OFF WITH HER HEAD!\nthe HIGHEST bounty of them all.\nBRING her to the QUEEN.\nALIVE.'\nBounty? Perhaps she had done more than just shaken up Wonderland, judging by what this sign read, Alice was now a wanted criminal in this place. \"What have I gotten myself into. .\" There was a worried bite to her bottom lip as she moved away from the sign, fingers twiddling with the bow tie necklace around her neck as she moved in any direction, knowing it at least had to guide her somewhere, anywhere. Anywhere away from that sign would be wonderful. But unfortunately, she didn't see anything but signs granted with her face, threatening her life in Wonderland if the wrong person came near or spotted her. Now this, as she easily figured out, would make things a bit more difficult to be in Wonderland.\nclick"
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"value": "The woods were so quiet this time of evening, it was insufferable but at the same time wonderful, or at least so thought the Cheshire Cat. Wonderland had changed quickly after the girl named Alice left, he guessed she had been one of the things that influenced the change... but then again, wonderland was always changing.\nCheshire sat on a stump in the woods, looking up through the branches waiting for something to happen. There wasn't much going, and hadn't been much going on since many of the forest's inhabitants fled, some retreating to the underground, others deeper into the forest to get away from the wrath of the Queen of Hearts... Cheshire himself was in the forest for that reason, the queen had developed quite the vendetta against him, however she couldn't blame him after all, she was just so much fun to infuriate, tease, and play with, though he hadn't been able to since the Duchess tied the collar to his neck, one he couldn't remove himself.\nThe Cheshire cat hummed idly to himself, relaxing and smiling to himself while he did, the old ballad of the Jabberwock, his favorite song in wonderland. The cat hummed to himself idly, kicking his legs once in a while until something distracted him. The cat gave paused when he heard the noise, a loud 'thump' that came from somewhere nearby. \"Oh~\" the male turned his head in the direction of the sound, which was followed by a couple more sounds, a female voice... The cat grinned, running a hand through his hand through his dark purple hair before his body vanished.\nWhy hello there!\"\nCheshire appeared in Alice's field of vision with a tinkle of the bell on his collar sounding clearly, at first a twinkling before the set of pearly white teeth appeared in the signature grin, hovering over the branch that the cat begun to materialize on, followed by the golden eyes. The rest of the cat followed shortly after, his body, fully changed and in all it's glory slowly faded in to view in front of her. The light sifting through the leaves and branches above illuminated the Cat's form, he had changed since Alice had last seen him, his form shifting from a crazy cat to a human male with catlike ears and a long catlike tail. The young male was quite attractive, appearing to be about Alice's age with an athletic and svelte form, his upper body was covered by a couple thin wrappings, otherwise remaining naked from above the belt. The cat wore pants, baggy in their form and hanging on his hips just barely, giving him a relaxed appearance, as well as adding a seductive tone to his form. Around his neck was a large collar, also loosely worn with a large jingle bell on it. When the cat moved the bell would produce a jingling sound, it was a measure to ensure he wouldn't startle others much more.\nThe catboy lie sprawled out over the branch, one leg hanging over the side of the branch and the other on top. The creature's eyes were focused on the woman before him, the golden slitted orbs focused on her, for a moment his head tilted to the side curiously. This female certainly looked like Alice, though she was taller, and shaped differently than the last time that she ran amok through wonderland, sowing wonderful chaos in her wake. Cheshire stared down at the female, his eyes appraising her, looking at her up and down slowly, curiously before his grin widened to an almost ear-to-ear one. The male's tail twitched excitedly from his prone position, straddling the branch in almost the same manner he did a long time ago. The female had looked distressed over one of the many wanted posters strewn about the woods, a picture of Alice, which the cat deemed to take as a clue to her identity. The male's sudden appearance could have many effects, though the mad cat wasn't going to make any guesses as to what.\nCheshire waited a couple minutes, appraising any reaction the female would make before looking down at the ground \"Long time no see... Alice... How are you doing this fine evening?\" Cheshire took his chances, not anybody could just wander into wonderland so easily at least. The cat slowly faded again, first his body vanishing, leaving behind only his smile before it too faded. Cheshire would rematerialized standing a little away from Alice, an innocent smile on his lips as his eyes scanned over her form, he was puzzled with her new form, curious as to why she looked so different. \"Did you do something with your hair?\" The male asked, approaching her and reaching out towards her hair, but not actually attempting to feel the golden strands."
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"value": "There were so many signs, so many of them hanging up and smiling at her with her young, pretty face while the rest of the sign screamed at her that she had a high possibility of her head getting snatched off her shoulders. If that wasn't something scary, she didn't know what was. Apparently, she had caused more of a stir in Wonderland than she expected, although when you basically destroy a court and totally mess with whatever odd balance rested within Wonderland, she partially understood how the Queen could be a bit bitter. Jumping softly though, a voice spoke out to her with the jingle of a bell behind it, her skin crawled when her eyes arose to meet the set of pearly white teeth she was so familiar with. That grin. She hadn't seen it in so long, however it didn't feel like anything new or unfamiliar to the lovely young woman, watching as a body materialized to place the grin with a face, followed by the rest of his body.\nHer wide eyes blinking because this body was definitely not the one she expected to emerge with the cat's voice or smile, mentally taking note that he was looking at her similar to the way she was looking at him, evidently they had both changed. But it was only understandable in her case, correct? She wasn't meant to stay as a little girl for her entire life. Perhaps that was what happened to Cheshire? Or perhaps she was just seeing the wrong person. No, she was definitely seeing Cheshire, those big yellow eyes and that grin that was unmistakable. One of her hands gently holding on to her elbow while her free hand clutched the end of her skirt gently, Alice's blue eyes looked over the cat again, for what it was worth, he was handsome. A handsome cat. Hm. How strange did that sound going through her head, though at least he hadn't particularly sneak up on her like he used to, thanks to that little bell around his neck.\nMaybe that was another change that had come from her leaving Wonderland? Someone had taken the chance to keep him from scaring ones as he crept up behind them, the bell made its soft twinkling noise and poof, he was caught. He seemed to be on the edge of deciding whether or not she truly was Alice, looking up at him this time and finding herself looking down again at the sign on this tree, however there sat another, no longer her face, but the face of another. A woman, with long ears that couldn't entirely fit in the picture. 'Catch the Hare'? The Hare? The March Hare? \"I'm. . I'm not sure how I'm doing.\" She truthfully wasn't. She wasn't sure about anything right at this instant, however apparently he was, looking up at him again when she found him giving her another look over her body, taking a few short steps back.\nLetting out a soft breath of air and blinking quickly when he was already down and only a few feet away from her, taking those short steps to close the distance between them in that space invading way he always did. Cocking a brow upward however when he asked if she had done something with her hair, the only thing she had done to it was gotten her bangs clipped at, although she was sure that wasn't all he was talking about, \"I. . I grew up,\" Pausing for a moment, a light smile fell onto her full lips before adding in a positive announcement, \"I'm not a little girl anymore.\""
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"value": "When the female explained why she was different Cheshire blinked curiously, tilting his head to the side a bit in a rather catlike fashion before narrowing his yellow eyes in mock suspicion. \"Grown up?\" Cheshire smiled again, the tip of his tail flicking from side to side. \"Well, youaretaller, and I don't remember you being this attractive...\" The cat stood in front of Alice, having circled her fully, and reached out a hand that would have cupped her cheek if he hadn't stopped. Cheshire seemed astounded with Alice's transformation into a young woman from the little girl he had come to know during her last visit to wonderland, not to mention completely unaware that he, too, had changed.\n\"Well, since you haven't been here for a while, I might as well tell you, Wonderland is in a bit of a prickly situation.\" Cheshire rolled his eyes a little, glancing over his shoulder at the path behind him. Any minute now, Cards could filter into the forest, that wasn't something Cheshire wanted, the game had only begun\n\"The queen has been madder than she usually is... taken hold of wonderland, locked the king away... Without him to pardon us poor citizens, the phrase 'off with his head' became so much more... real.\" Cheshire turned his head to the female, the bell jingling as he did. \"The first to go was the poor mock turtle, then the walrus, then the dodo, then the dodo's pals, then The Duchess's cook, she really hasn't been the same, petted me way less when on pepper.\" The cat glanced over at Alice, pausing to frown \"Many of the inhabitants have fled, lest they lose their heads as well.\"\nCheshire sighed \"Though you are here now, you can help make things better, we should get going, the Hatter will be thrilled to see you\" Cheshire smirked playfully, leaning forward onto his toes, then rocking back onto his heels, he liked to think he helped, though strangely many of the other residents didn't trust him.\nCheshire cast a smile at Alice before turning away from her, another tinkle was given from the bell on his collar as he vanished from sight, doing his little act once more, and again as he appeared again. The cat's ears flicked, adding to his grin in his display of happiness. His right ear flicked happily as he appeared again, this time appearing further down the path from her, his back to her. \"Come, come, Alice, I am sure you do not want to stay here too long. The Queen of hearts will be livid when she discovers you are here, heads will roll, it is going to be so fun!\" Cheshire smiled again, he looked thrilled with all the chaos that was likely to unfold. The queen had her turn, now it was time for the others to make their move. Cheshire began walking, allowing time for Alice to catch up with him. A sign located to Cheshire's left read \"This way\", pointing down the path, one of the many signs that read either that or the equally informative \"That way\".\nThe male ventured down the path, his tail swaying from side-to-side as he walked, staying visible and moving slowly down the path, humming to himself as he went. Cheshire did this of course for a reason, allowing the young woman to follow him down the path on the way to his destination. \"Come on\" Cheshire called behind him, walking at a brisk pace with his tail swaying behind him. The last time Alice had been in this forest she had been helplessly lost, this time would be a bit easier if she deigned to follow the cat down the path."
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"value": "What a strange strange turn of events. Evidently he had never seen someone grow before, despite knowing for a fact that everyone had to grow. It was only logic. The flowers grow, the trees grow, even the caterpillar had grown, right into being a dainty, mildly questionable, butterfly. Come to think of it, Alice could consider herself a butterfly, blinking lightly when he stated that he didn't recall her being as attractive, folding her soft arms over her chest and announcing, \"Well you weren't too attractive either.\" With the fact that he used to be an obese, round cat with a neck problem, she figured the difference was highly noticeable, but apparently it wasn't. Not to the cat anyway, while it was boldly noticeable to her. Only out of the depth of her curious mind did she wonder if everyone else in Wonderland had gone through their stretch of differences as well.\nSuch a thought only caused her to be excited. Right up until Cheshire began to explain the situation that Wonderland had been left in. The natural reflex to look behind him when his own eyes glanced over his shoulder, Alice decided against asking what he was looking for, figuring it probably wasn't anything good or he would have had that stuck on stupid grin of his. Her eyes remained in their natural size, deciding against speaking until he was finished, though when her hands ventured to her neck, she could only imagine how it felt to be in such a situation- Wait, she had almost been in that situation, almost having had her head rolling around in a basket like it was something simple and normal to just go about cutting off young girl's heads. Crazy woman. Her eyes then deciding to grow at the list of the poor souls that were used as examples to the situation, knowing that the casual fact to point out? It was her fault.\nShe hadn't been in Wonderland in years, and with that having occurred, Wonderland had drowned itself in turmoil. She was now in a decision of whether or not that was a good thing, was it a good thing for her to be there the first time? No, probably not, but she had gotten out of the situation alive. Now how was she going to get out of it this time? Tilting her head to the side when he announced that she could help make things better, she wasn't entirely sure she knew how to make things better, though it did perk up her mood that someone had missed her being around. Had Cheshire missed her, she was curious to know, tempted to reach out and jingle the small bell around his neck though resisting because that was not the mannerly thing to do. \"H- How do you expect me to make things better?\" Dammit. There he went again, disappearing all over the place like he was just going to leave her there to get dragged through the forest by a deck of cards.\nOf course he wasn't going to answer her question, her lips pouting softly up until he reappeared and further down the pathway, her feet that had been stopped in their tracks picking up speed, heels clicking over the occasional rock on the pathway. \"Fun?!\" She repeated, hating how he was persistently switching his emotions around, from serious to giddy to solemn to curious. This was going to be a giant headache, from her current analysis. Catching up with him after the second 'come on', Alice let out a soft breath of air, crossing her arms tightly over her chest because it was just rude of him to rush a young woman and not take the time to make sure she was close behind him. Well, his appearance may have changed, but he sure hadn't. Wretched cat.\n\"I do so hate being late,\" Came a voice, out of the clear blue, this voice was meek though audible, the sound of something thumping occurring shortly after said words, before being followed by more words, \"Being late isn't great for my fate will be, a rather headless one.\" A rather headless one indeed, another sound of thumping before slender ears caught sound of a jingling. Jingle, jingle went the cat's collar, moving her petite body to hide behind a tree, curious more than she realized she was late, catching sight of that very cat and a pretty girl. Pretty pretty girl, human? Human like the Hatter used to be, yes. She hadn't seen him in quite a while but that was ever so irrelevant, no what mattered now was the kitty and the pretty girl."
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"value": "\"Pandora... This is our home, but make no mistake. This is not a planet of peace and love; they say it's a wasteland. That it's dangerous. That only a fool would search of something of value here. Then perhaps... I am a fool. But don't be fooled by what Pandora appears to be. There was a legend. Many people tell it. The Legend of the Vault. My father would always go on about the vault, even with his dying breath. Advanced Alien Technology. Infinite wealth. Fame. Power. Women.\nSo you can understand why some little kiddos who hear the stories grow up to become Vault Hunters. Well, I have a story you may not believe, but I tell you it's true. The Legend of the Vault is TRUE! And it's here on Pandora. And there is a Guardian Angel, appears to guide the Vault Hunters to their prize. The tale begins right here, on Pandora with the brave Vault Hunters, the Guardian Angel, and most importantly... Me.\"\nSalem growled quietly as the driver of the bus spoke to them, checking his sniper and side-arm. The dust on Pandora was starting to give him fits about his weapons. Oh, how he hated them being not in perfect shape. The bus jostled on the rough road, his body hitting the wall hard. He grunted with a shake of his head, pressing the goggles from his forehead back onto his dark eyes.\n\"How much farther?\" He yelled forward, at the driver. Supposedly, this man knew the ins-and-outs of Pandora, and would be helping them. He had heard the stories as a kid, everyone had. But it had taken him years of research, favors, and an immense amount of money to get them out here on this no-where planet. The days were over 80 hours long, and the sun was out for most of it. Pandora was covered North-to-South with dust, and dirt. The plant life was scattered, at best. \"How do peoplelivehere?\" He asked himself in a whisper.\nThe bus driver ignored his question, continuing his little spiel. Salem wondered just how many times the man had given the same speech as he glanced over at his partner in this mission. They had been childhood friends, and he brought her in on the mission purely because he figured she was the only one he could trust with the hunt for the Vault."
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"value": "She sighed heavily as the bus drove on towards their destination. If it wasnt for Salem she wouldnt have even been in this place. Sure, they had both wanted to be treasure hunters when they had grown up, but this was just ridiculous. They were on some horrid planet and for what? Rumors of an amazing treasure that was supposed to be hidden here? Rolling her dark blue eyes, Claudia just let her head fall back on the seat.\nIn her lap was a simple pistol but on her hip was a beautiful revolver that looked like it had been made for a king. She even had a few knives strapped to her thigh. You never knew when you would need a good knife. Her father had taught her that much before he bailed on her and her mother years ago. Slender, pale fingers brushed dark locks of hair from her face. After a moment of pouting, she leaned her head over on Salems shoulder and smiled. Hey. Calm down. Im sure we will be there soon. She told him. He always got so worked up and this place was only making him worse."
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"value": "Salem shook his head softly, bringing the goggles down onto his eyes to help shield them from the glare bouncing off the sand. He felt his anger nearly melt away as she leaned on him, his rough face cracking into a tiny smile. \"Yeah. Soon. And then we can finally get started trying to find that treasure we always talked about.\" The man didn't need the treasure for any sort of money. The backing for the entire journey was financed by him. He just enjoyed the rush of treasure hunting. The side-effects of actually finding it were moot to him. But boy, would he rub his parents faces' in it once Claudia and he found it.\n\"I'm feeling it this time. Really. Hear how that guy's going on about the Vault? There's gotta be something here.\" He said, letting his gaze drift back out of the window. There was a giant sign coming up on their right. A welcoming sign. It had bullet holes in it... it was barely standing. The entire sign seemed rusted, and worn down. 'Like this fucking planet.' He thought sourly, his eyes narrowing behind the goggles. The bus hit a bump, jostling the pair once more.\n\"Sorry about that folks! Musta been a skagg.\" Cried the bus driver, cackling madly at the thought of hitting some 'natural' creature that lived on this Godforsaken planet. \"Arriving at Fyrestone!\" He said a few minutes later, stopping the bus... in the middle of nowhere, it seemed. \"Now, get off my bus.\" He growled, spinning around in the seat and ushering them off quickly.\nSalem growled himself, as he picked up his pack and sniper and stepped off the bus. He looked around slowly, watching Claudia get of the bus as well right after him. The man drove off rather quickly, leaving behind a giant billowing cloud of dust. Suddenly, a strange and rundown looking robot moved up to them.\n\"Hello! I'm CL4P-TP, but my locally designated name is 'Claptrap'.\" The robot continued droning on about the city of Fyrestone, and moved off almost as suddenly as it came. Salem looked at the thing with a stoic expression, his shoulders shaking with restrained laughter.\nOnce it had left, he turned to Claudia with a smirk. \"Claptrap?\" He asked quietly, before starting to walk off on whatseemedto be some sort of path into town.... If you could even call it that."
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"value": "Of course there had to be something there. She had her own pair of goggles that sat on her head, but she only wore them when the wind was blowing hard. Her hands had brown leather fingerless gloves on them so she could have a better grip on her weapons. The bus soon stopped and the two got off to be left behind in a cloud of dust. Claudia coughed and covered her eyes with her arm before the stupid robot showed up. \"What the fuck?\" She said as she listened to it yammer on before it scurried off. She looked at Salem and just shook her head. \"Claptrap.\"\nThe two walked towards what was left of a town. It looked like this place had really taken its toll on what was left. Her nose wrinkled and she pulled her goggles down to hide her pretty eyes. Now everything had a green tint to it. Claudia kept her pack on her back and one had was on the shoulder strap to make sure no one tugged it off from behind. Her left hand was gripping her pistol tightly as she glanced from side to side. \"This place gives me the creeps.\" It was always bad when a place gave her the creeps. Salem knew that better than anyone. Her slender body shook slightly as they continued on despite her creepy feeling."
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"value": "\"Yeah. This doesn't look like a great place to live.\" He grumbled softly, pulling his rifle up and resting it against his shoulder, pointing at the ground. Pandora was supposed to have two kinds of people ~ bandits, and left over researchers that had gone... sort of crazy. And now there was them to add to the list. He wondered who they would find in this town. He lifted a hand, tugging at his dark hair. There was a loud bang, almost sounding like a gunshot. Almost.\nSalem spun around, seeing the claptrap on the ground, it's wheel spinning. \"Owwwww...\" It moaned out. With a raised brow, he turned back around, facing the buildings in front of them. They were low to the ground, with rounded sides and rooftops. He assumed it make them more aerodynamic, or something. He stalked slowly forward, his strides taking him closer to the biggest building in the middle of the city. A door creaked open, a face poking out with a rather surprised look on it's face.\n\"Hello! Are you...them?\" He questioned as his eyes narrowed. The sniper turned to glance at his companion and shrugged mildly. Salem shook his head silently. Them was a broad term, and surely they weren'tthem. \"Oh. Good, good. Then come in, before the bandits show up. They know when new blood is on the planet. Hunt them down like dogs.\"\nSalem's shoulders shrugged as he found himself being drawn into the man's home. What could be worse.... A crazy man, or a band of bandits? \"Come on, Claudia. Maybe he knows where we can start.\""
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"value": "Lately, a huge group of Menos Grandes along with an army of ordinary Hollows had gathered in a small part of Karakura Town for no logical reason. This had inspired the Captain-Commander Yamamoto to send out the 10th Division captain, vice captain and a few others in their squad to go check it out and take care of the problem.\nToshiro Hitsugaya, Rangiku Matsumoto and three others from their division had answered the call and followed orders, heading through the gate portal to discover what was wrong with that particular area. When they had arrived they couldn't find any disturbances but that didn't mean the monsters weren't there, only that they weren't around at the moment.\nSo they went into their gigai bodies and separated for the time being, Toshiro going to get some food for dinner, Rangiku going to get some sake because a little bit wouldn't hurt even if they were on the job, and the others remaining where they were to be on the lookout for Hollows. As it was the Hollows showed up ten minutes after Matsumoto and Hitsugaya had left and the captain and vice-captain were alerted to the danger moments later.\nRangiku arrived first and quickly took note of the situation. \"Growl, Haineko!\" She called out and her zanpakuto turned to ash and wrapped itself around a Hollow obliterating it within moments, returning to her blade to reform into a sword-shape again. Matsumoto leaped forward to bring her sword down through another Hollow as the other three did the same while the Menos Grandes looked on almost idly.\nThen out of nowhere they suddenly converged and three opened their mouths to shoot three different Zeros at the vice-captain. \"Sit upon the frozen heavens Hyrinmaru!\" Toshiro's voice called out and an ice dragon placed itself between the Zero and Rangiku, causing the Zero to obliterate the icy object while Matsumoto got to safety.\n\"Matsumoto. You should pay more attention to your surroundings.\" Toshiro's voice sounded somewhat aggravated as it always did.\n\"Taichou!\" Rangiku exclaimed and flash stepped over to Hitsugaya as she looked around at the Menos Grandes and the remaining Hollows. \"How are we going to destroy all of them? What do you think they're here for?\" She frowned, trying to come up with some sort of explanation."
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"value": "It started out a cool morning the sun was starting to rise in the sky a slight chill held in the air. A girl was out in the courtyard of a shrine sweeping the leaves. Pausing a moment she looked to the sky seeing a large figure flying over head, She didnt know what the monsters she saw were called, but she saw them, a lot. At times they seemed to be coming for her, searching her out. The girl searched the sky looking up her fiery red eyes peering though her reddened bangs sighing hoping the creatures would just leave her alone, leave the town though she knew that wasnt going to happen.\nShe wanted to ignore it but she knew if she did more than likely someone would get hurt. The monks whom took her in always told her she was different, special, had a special gift normal people, even themselves could never really understand. And she used her gift to stop the monsters.\nWith a heavy sigh she returned to the shrine leaving her broom by the door making her way down the long hallway to her room shutting the door she slipped her temple garments off walking to her mirror looking at herself. She was always disgusted with her appearance. Ever since shed changed. Her burning red eyes, and fire red bangs, and the mark emblazoned on her skin. She grunted in disapproval pulling her hair into a high ponytail grabbing the bandages she used to hide her markings, wrapping it snuggly around her arm as she walked to her dresser opening it shed pulled out a pair of baggy cargo Capris and a baby tee, getting dressed quickly shed returned to the entrance of her shrine slipping into her sneakers before running out the door and down the stone path in the direction the monsters were traveling.\nShed been running for a few minutes when shed felt a strange surge of energy, it was different from those monsters. Shed felt something like it before but by the time shed arrived to the scene no one was around and the feeling was gone. She ran harder not wanting to miss what was happening running down the street turning into the woods coming to a secluded park.\nThats when shed seen something she didnt understand. The monsters, lots of them more than shes seen at one time were attaching a group dressed in black who were fighting them and killing them. She was a little afraid of the scene playing out before her she nearly ran but one of the monsters was coming up beside her it was large towering into the sky, black with a hole through it and spikes encircling it. Opening its mouth a beam shot at her. She jumped just barely missing it still getting tossed aside but regaining her composure.\nHolding up her hand hesitantly a familiar chant incoherently passed through her lips the markings on her arm glowing through the bandages. What seemed like merely a shot of fire split the hollow in 2. Returning to her panting she fell to her knees hearing the cries of the people in black who were fighting the other monsters, seeing most of them were gone and only 2 people were standing fighting the last one. Knocking one of them out of her range she watched a young man with snow white hair attack with a dragon made of ice which intrigued her get knocked away injuring the monster but not killing it.\nShe ran to the scene he was barely standing the monster, LongweiRyuu!: She called unfamiliarly this time a coiled dragon of fire emerged finishing off the monster before it could hurt the white haired guy. Panting as the dragon returned to her she gathered her strength hurrying to the strangers side. Checking him over she saw that he was a live and still breath but badly injured.\n~~~\nMitsuna Haetsuno\n20\nLong sunny blonde hair with deep red bangs\nBright red eyes.\n56\n120\nShe has markings on her right arm she usually covers with a bandage or long glove to hide.\nShe was lightly trained in hand to hand combat to protect herself. Shes really good with her bow and arrow, she can clean, cook, she pretty much takes care of the residents of the shrine.\nMitsuna was your average girl, born to elderly parents who passed away when she was 3, never meeting her sister who died a long time before she was even born. She lived in a local shrine since she was 11 what family she has fears her thinking shes cursed, or a pyromaniac. After a bad fire when she was 10 the people from the shrine took her in feeling something special was hidden within her.\nBefore that fire she was your usual blonde haired blue eyed little girl. But trapped in the flames something happened her hair and eyes changing a mark appearing on her arm. Shes not fully aware of her power only that shes different. She sees things and experiences things others dont.\nDespite her insecurities, shes a friendly social girl. Can be a little on the serious side but is generally a playful nice girl."
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"value": "Before Mitsuna had arrived at the scene Toshiro had gotten unexpectedly hurt quite a bit, along with his fukutaichou and while this was expected during missions,howthey had gotten injured was not normal. Hollows did not tend to work together, especially when they were Menos Grande and yet this time they had, almost as though someone had been controlling them and pulling their strings to make them do what they wanted. Hitsugaya had tried to draw one of the Menos Grande's attention to him but as he was doing so a group of Hollows attacked him from behind and when his attention was focused on destroying them, another Menos Grande had sent a Zero shooting at him. Something he had only seen at the last minute.\nHe didn't have time to turn to bankai because if he paused a split second the Hollows fighting him would converge and take him out. Before he knew it Matsumoto had knocked him aside, trying to make both their escapes possible but she got caught in the after effects of the blast and struck a nearby building, falling unconscious almost immediately inside the building itself. \"Matsumoto!\" Toshiro yelled as he looked over at the building that his fukutaichou had been driven through and bit his lip as he turned his attention to the Hollow that were remaining. There was no way he could take out a group of Menos Grande along with the Hollows that surrounded it by himself. Why were they working together like this?\nIt didn't make any sense, Hollows didn't have a mind, not really. They went for people with the most spiritual energy, that was it and yet they were working as a team and lying traps, something was definitely wrong with this picture and Toshiro knew he needed to contact Soul Society. But he didn't have time at the moment. He had to survive. In the next few minutes he constantly flash stepped, using his sword to take out at least ten Hollows before he had to avoid another Zero from a Menos Grande and kept flash stepping until he grew tired, wondering how long he could do this for. There had to be some sort of solution. \"Bankai!\" Hitsugaya said and when the smoke cleared he had ice wings on his back and an icy dragon at his side.\nHe used his wings to raise himself up into the air and took out a communication device. \"This is Hitsugaya-taichou of the 10th Division requesting backup to our current location. Matsumoto is unconscious and the rest of our team needs medical assistance.\" He avoided a Hollow that appeared before him and ducked as one behind him tried to slice him in half, making the two Hollows take each other out for the time being but in the process dropped the communication device. \"Damn.\" Toshiro used his wings to transport him around and managed to take out another ten Hollows but more just kept coming and he was growing tired and the Menos Grande were still here. The situation wasn't looking too good.\nAnd then he realized that the Hollows had lured him into a secluded area and he looked around to see that five Menos Grande were surrounding him along with tons of regular Hollow above him to cut off any escape attempts. Hitsugaya's eyes widened as he saw the glowing red balls appear at their mouths and instantly shot downward, hoping to cut the damage in half if he managed to avoid at least some of the Zeros that were bound to come. They came and his wings caught most of the blasts, which destroyed the ice, causing it to shatter but one Zero caught him full in the shoulder and Hitsugaya cried out as he was slammed into the pavement of the ground beneath him.\nThe after effects of the blast caused him to pass out and he wondered if this was the end for him. He'd never expected to go out like this...the last thing he saw was a girl standing above him and a dragon of fire..."
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"value": "Mitsuna watched the scene confused by it all. Usually the monsters shed seen went after her, not others. And who were the people in black. She sighed her mind trying to figure it wall out till her attention was diverted. She looked to her feet a moment spotting something that looked like a cell phone. Recalling seeing the white haired with it just a moment before. She looked at the screen seeing the red spots but not sure what they were she closed it tucking it into her pocket seeing the white haired kid fighting. As he was being blasted with bursts of energy from the monsters she ran to him reaching him just after a blast made contact casting a worried eye to him before looking back to the towering monster.\nHey kid She called to the white haired young man as she approached him, getting a good look at his features blushing his face was handsome, he had an older look than she would have thought a few wounds and blood marring his features. His eyes were still open appearing to look at him till theyd shut. She stood once more facing the monsters which were coming right for them.\nI hope you are up for this She whispered holding her arm above her once again calling the name of the dragon of fire. LongweiRyuu She called her arm glowing red Slowly a golden red and black burning dragon encircling her. She looked to it with a slight smile turning her attention to the monster. Uzu nenshou gogyou hasu seme LongweiRyuu! She yelled the dragon seeming to nod in understanding glowing blindingly bright, an intense heat emitting from him as he spiraled towards the towering monsters which remained one by one they all evaporated with a piercing cry. She smirked as the last one finally fell grimacing as a few of their attacks reached the dragon and affected her but shook it off as the dragon returned to her fading once more the glow coming from her arm disappeared.\nFalling to her knees for a few moments she was breathing hard. Taking a few moment to catch her breath. Looking behind her seeing the white haired young man still unconscious. She moved to his side her reddened eyes running along his features. She debated what to do deciding to bring him back to her shrine and carefully pulled him onto her back glad he wasnt extremely heavy. She took the woods back to her home as to avoid questions about what happened to them and whom he was questions she couldnt easily answer. It took her 20 minutes to make it back to the shrine. She felt fortunate the monks werent around sneaking into her room carefully placing him on her futon seeing the pained look on his face. She brushed her hand over his forehead her arm glowing. He felt frigid to her but a smile curled her lips as she walked away into her bathroom pulling a glove on her hand she returned to his side debating on removing his shirt seeing blood especially around his shoulder.\nWith a deep breath she acted carefully removing his top seeing him wince in his sleep as she did so. Carefully shed cleaned him off and dressed and bandaged the wounds covering him with a clean blanket as he slept. Sitting on the floor beside him she dozed off after a little while still in her dirty clothes."
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"value": "\"I'm not...a kid...\" Toshiro managed to get out before his eyes closed, the sight of Mitsuna being the last thing he saw. He winced in his sleep when she lifted his body to remove his shirt and his head fell to the side, revealing a wound on his head as well but not from the Cero since it wasn't deep. Hitsugaya had probably gotten that when he'd hit the ground, smacking his skull against the pavement. His spiky white hair was mussed up but still retained the style Toshiro always wore it in. Hours later he blinked and his turquoise blue eyes opened. He winced when he tried to sit up and the blanket fell off his form to reveal bandages all over his body. What had happened to him? Had he gotten into a fight or something?\nToshiro looked down to see a young woman with long sunny blond hair and red bangs sleeping on the floor beside the bed. His sister? His girlfriend? A friend? It couldn't be his mother because she didn't look old enough. She probably was his sister, it made the most sense. Why she would care for him, look after him and worry about him. He also didn't feel anything towards her romantically so that made sense too. He wondered why he couldn't remember. Maybe she would know. \"Hey! What happened to me?\" Toshiro said as he looked over at Mitsuna, waiting for the woman to wake up. Perhaps she would be able to make a few pieces fit into the puzzle and he waited rather impatiently."
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"value": "Mitsuna was lying in a troubled sleep being haunted by the same monsters that have always been in her dreams. This time her mind also replayed the events that took place, with the stranger. The fight shed helped with. She was confused, the monsters rarely involved anyone else when they came after her. But maybe they werent after her.\nAbruptly shed opened her eyes confused as to why she was on her carpeted floor looking around seeing a figure on her futon sitting up quickly rubbing her eyes her fiery eyes taking a minute to adjust seeing the white haired young man on her bed looking around confused before his eyes finally fell onto her. She looked back at him with the same confusion not sure what to say. Hi She said rubbing the back of her head. When hed asked what happened to him she gave him an unsure look. I was going to ask you the same thing. She said more to herself turning her attention to him once again. Why were you fighting the monsters? She asked moving sitting up looking at him as she sat on the floor running a hand through her long duo-toned hair."
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"value": "Toshiro's brow furrowed when Mitsuna said she wanted to ask him the same thing and his turquoise eyes narrowed. \"What do you mean?\" He blinked when she asked him why he had fought the monsters and he wondered if that was a metaphor for something he didn't know about. If it was, he was in the dark about what this woman was talking about and he didn't like the feeling at all. \"What are these monsters you speak of? Is that how I got injured?\" Toshiro inquired as he glanced down at his body, eyes taking in the bandages for a moment before he looked back up at Mitsuna once more. The spiky white haired male watched as Mitsuna moved to sit up on the floor and he sat up in bed as well.\n\"You're not going to sit on the bed? The floor looks kind of hard to me.\" Toshiro remarked and looked around the room once, still not remembering anything about it. \"I take it you're my sister, right? What's going on? Why are you asking me about monsters?\" He asked, wanting to know what was going on that he didn't know about. Being kept in the dark about certain things was not his idea of fun. But he had to admit she was kind of pretty and he wondered what he looked like."
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"value": "She looked at him trying to think of how to answer his inquires. Though she cocked an eyebrow as she watched him wondering why he didnt seem to know what she was talking about. And frowned when he didnt know of the monsters. I dont know what they are. They come after me from time to time. Id found you fighting them. With a few others. She explained her head leaning forward in thought her bangs falling in her eyes. You were fighting a lot of them and the number seemed to overwhelm you. She added.\nShe shrugged when hed asked about the floor. It doesnt matter to where I sit. She said idly shifting her position pulling her knees to her chest. Surprised by his next question she gave him a strange look slowly shaking her head as she replied. Im not related to you. I dont even know you. I just happened upon you when I was following the monsters. She said getting to her feet slowly dusting herself off making her way to her chair which held his clothes still soiled with dirt and blood and holes handing him his clothing when shed returned to the futon sitting on the end.\nI dont know what you are... For that matter whom you are. But youre different like me. She said with a sad sigh looking out her window across from where she sat on her mat."
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"value": "The forges of Hepheastus were hot and hellish, filled with sufficating heat and the loud hammering of the workers. Half-finished armor hung everywhere, as well as swords and shields. Every so often, something delicate intended as a love gift could be found. One tended to sweat the moment one walked inside the forge and only the heartiest could survive there.\nIt was not the kind of envirment one would expect to find Eukleia, goddess of glory and the chaste bride. As the daughter of Hepheastus and Aglaia, she often could be found in the company of her stepmother, Aphrodite. She and her three sisters were the younger Graces, attendants to the goddess of love and beauty. It was not always an easy job, Aphrodite was paranoid about the beautiful women around her and often jealous if she thought they recieved any praise.\nEukleia had been banished from Aphrodite's side after the goddess of love believed her son, Eros, smiled a little longer at Eukleia then her. Which, was silly since Eros was madly in love with his wife, Psyche (both having been stabbed by Eros' own love arrows). With no where else to go, Eukleia went to her father's home.\n\"You're miserable,\" Hepheastus said, looking at his daughter. \"Why not see if Aphrodite has forgiven you?\"\n\"I did nothing wrong,\" Eukleia said. \"And if I return before she's ready to forgive me, then I'm in even more trouble. It's best if I just wait.\"\nEukleia did not look anything like her father. Where Hepheastus was ugly and twisted, reputed to be the most unpleasing of the gods, Eukleia took after her mother. She was tall and slender with high perky breasts and a sweet swell to her hips. Her black hair, much like the color of her father's, was plastered to her head and stuck to her face and neck. She did not feel very beautiful, and she knew that if her stepmother saw her, it would make Aphrodite feel better. She just had to wait for Aphrodite to make one of her rare trips to the forge.\nHepheastus sighed, pushing a beefy hand through his sweat-slicked hair. \"Well, if you're going to be staying here, at least you can help. I have a few pieces of armor for Ares. You can deliver them for me.\"\nEukleia smiled. Her father hated Ares, the lover of Aphrodite. Though her father had the rare affair, he could never stay away from his legal wife. And Aphrodite knew it, taunting him with her many affiars and perfect children. Ares, protected by Zeus' desire for peace in Olympus, had no fear of Hepheastus and that angered the artisen god even more.\n\"I'll deliver them,\" she said. \"Just let me take a bathe and change first.\""
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"value": "Enyalius very much looked his fathers son. Indeed to his annoyance the resemblance was often considered sufficient that he was taken to be his father. The youthful war god had taken to growing a beard that covered the strong form of his chin and drifted up along the lower reaches of his cheeks and his lip. Dark eyes, were set against olive hued skin and closely cropped dark hair. He was the son of two gods of war Ares and Enyo, hence his body seemed formed in warlike perfection. His shoulders were broadly set apart and his form was of a muscular build. His torso had the chiselled appearance that the sculpture ever strove for, with each muscle rigidly defined and visible in its brawny power.\nA tunic of crimson and gold rested against his form. He remained for the moment in his fathers house. Although Ares himself had departed on some matter or another. Enyalius did not feel the stir of conflict or war within his blood, so he suspected that rather than sowing havoc upon the earth, his father was like as not sowing his seed in Aphrodite or some other woman. A bemused smile graced his lips at that particular thought as his fingers idly touched against the hair that graced his jaw. Mischievously he wondered if absent the beard his resemblance to his father was sufficient that in dim light the goddess of love could tell the difference.\nAlthough if he wanted a sure manner in which to bring his fathers wrath upon his head that would most definitely be it. Thus the experiment hed considered was likely to go for not. Indeed he was waiting for the armour that had been procured by his father for him. His mother had been rather persistent that he warranted the finest armour that could be obtained in the heavens or earth as a god of war. Although Enyalius had no illusions that his father had sought it as a great sign of favour towards him, rather like as not it was simply to revel in the joy of needling Haephestus as Ares and the god of the forge loathed each other with a passion.\nHe could hardly blame the crafts god for his hatred of his father. After all the philandering of his wife was legendary at this point. Nor could one help but notice that Aphrodite had numerous children by Ares and yet not a one by Aphrodite. He could only imagine that it galled the lame god. He rather imagined that a less beguiling figure than Aphrodite would have been chased from his home and divorced many times over. None the less whatever contention existed it provided him with fine armour so he could hardly complain as he lounged with a cup of wine in hand."
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"value": "After her bath, Eukleia dressed herself in a chiton of light sea-blue with a gold beld, inlaid with gems just a touch darker then her dress. It was a gift from her father, something pretty for one of his pretty girls. The dress matched her eyes, he said. It also looked beautiful with her olive skin. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and slipped on a dainty pair of soft sandals. She then went to get the armor from her father.\n\"You look too pretty to be delivering this stuff,\" Hepheastus said, pride in his eyes.\n\"Thank you, Father.\" She took the armor and left. She was to go to Ares' chambers in Olympus. Well, chambers made it seem so small. It was probably more like a home, one that housed not only Ares but a few of his kids. As Eukleia approached, she grew nervous. She had only seen Ares from afar, normally when he and Aphrodite were sneaking off for another tryst. She had heard of him, from her father.\nHepheastus may not have been an ideal father, perferring his forges to actual contact, but he tried. Eukleia was probably the only among her sisters who was as protective of her sire as she was of her mother. She didn't trust Ares, thinking it scummy to sneak around with another man's wife. While her mother was not Hepheastus' wife, her mother also never repeated her indiscressions. Hepheastus was alone and Aglaia had many other lovers after him.\nWhen she arrived at the chambers, she squared her shoulders and walked in. She could see someone lounging in the main room. Thinking it was Ares, she walked over. \"I have your armor,\" she said. \"Father finished it this morning.\""
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"value": "Enyalius lowered the cup from his lips as he spied the woman entering the room carrying armour with her. His eyes fixed upon the woman and traced over her body in a rather lingering fashion. His interest and appraisal of her figure was rather blatant, and its rather continued fashion seemed to indicate approval for the pleasant composition of her lithe form. After he took his time observing her he rose from where he sat, drawing himself up to his rather considerable height.\nThe war god sauntered across the room towards her without speaking. Rather he approached her and then stopped a hairs breath from her form. His rather brawny form would loom over her and she would be able to feel the warmth of his breath as his head tilted downwards towards her. How kind of him to send it over promptly. He remarked as his dark eyes gazed down at her. His hand rose and idly captured a lock of her hair and toyed with it.\nWho would have thought that Hepheastus rivalled himself in the making of armour and weapons only in his creation of pretty daughters? He said in a rather suggestive tone. His head tilted downwards to rest against her own. His hand pressed to her hip rather firmly and then he inquired And which one are you hmm? He inquired as his dark eyes gazed down upon her own.\nImpetuous might be the right word for his current actions. Although in that Enyalius indeed resembled the father he was being mistaken for. But hed looked upon the goddess and decided he wanted her. Now lust flared in him and that desire be obvious enough. War and lust always seemed intermingled and if the matter further provoked the lame god that while the father stole away his wife, the son claimed a daughter so be it. He would have what he wanted."
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"value": "Eukleia was first struck by the handsomeness of the god she believed to be Ares. She could clearly see why Aphrodite had forsaken her father for him. If she were as shallow as the goddess of love and beauty, she too would then go for this viril warrior. His face was rugged and manly, short cropped hair that accented his features. Dark eyes that seemed to see into her soul.\nHer knees felt weak as he walked to her, his eyes ablaze with a look she was used to seeing in men. However, for once, it was focused on her and not Aphrodite. In that moment, her awe turned to anger. Ares was Aphrodite's lover, and here he was, staring at her like she was that night's special.\nOr some war prize.\nWith his hand on her hip, she finally found her tongue. She had to take a step back in order for her to shove the armor into his arms. If it clattered to the floor, it wasn't her fault. How dare he try to take advantage of her like that!\n\"My name is no concern of yours, Ares,\" she snapped. \"Just take your armor and leave me alone!\""
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"value": "Enyalius observed her initial look of awe. A slight smirk graced his lips as she referred to his as Ares. It was a rather common mistake. But he noted the rather angry look that was directed at him and as she demanded that he take his armour and let her go. He lofted and eyebrow as he remarked And if I dont? A rather arrogant tone entered his voice, as reasonableness and compromise tended not to be traits one associated with warlike deities. He simply stepped over the armour and he pressed to her body once more.\nHe didnt allow her much of a chance to answer as his mouth pressed down rather firmly to her own. His lips rather hotly crushing against her own. His lips were demanding as he pressed them against her, and his hand strayed along her side rather firmly now. Roaming from the curve of her side down along her thigh. His fingers pressed into her flesh as his body pressed up against her. His muscular body pressing up against her form so that those supple thighs and pert high chest was felt.\nHis hand grasped hold of her chitton and then dragged the garment upwards towards her waist seeking to bare her lower body. His hand craving that naked flesh, and as he did so shed feel his own arousal pressed to her body. The thick length of his manhood pressing through the tunic and up against her body. His member pressed against her belly and his mouth continued to savage her lips. Roughly pressing against them as he found himself burning with desire for her.\nHis other hand sought to part her thighs as his hips would seek to press between them. The thick form of his cock would soon press against the softness of her sex. Threatening to plunge within her as his muscular form was crushed against her body. His lips pressed to her as he murmured Tell me you dont want it.. Although he gave her little time for such protests as he lanced the stiffened form of his prick inside of her. His hips rolling into her and smacking against her hips as he claimed her soft body."
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"value": "Eukleia's sea-blue eyes widened when he kissed her, his beard rubbing erotically against her, his body pressed hot to hers. She tried to fight against him when she felt him pushing her chiton up and spreading her legs. She didn't want this, she didn't want Ares (for he had yet to tell her she was wrong in her assumption). When he entered her, she bit her lip so hard to keep from screaming that she tasted blood.\nShe had been the goddess who represented the chaste bride. She had lived that life, remaining chaste and virginal until marriage. That was stolen from her in one brutal thrust. He was huge, far larger then she thought a man could be. Larger then any of the statues she had seen.\nTears stung her eyes as she clung to him, the pain too much for her to bare at the moment. She was no longer the goddess of the chaste bride. She had been robbed of her position by the very man her father hated. She no longer tried to hide her sobs, burying her face agasint his muscular shoulder.\n\"Please,\" she whimpered, \"Please let me go. Please, Ares, just let me go. You've had your fun.\""
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"value": "Enyalius watched her eyes widen as he kissed her and struggle slightly when he lifted her chitton. He pressed inside of her and he heard her muffled scream. His dark eyes watched her as his hips pressed to her, lancing that thick cock inside of her. The throbbing flesh of his prick filling her and rather swiftly he felt the presence of her hymen and the gush of blood that its rending indicated. He idly whispered Youre Eukleia after all he assumed the goddess of glory and the chaste bride would be the only goddess who would remain chaste at least until this moment.\nAs the goddess began to weep he raised his hand to her cheek and slowly wiped the tears from her eyes. Rather gently hed wipe away her tears as her face was buried into his shoulder. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear Im not Ares, Im Enyalius, his son. There was a slightly soothing manner to which he revealed that. You might note something of a resemblance though. He smiled faintly He is my father.\nThe large member remained inside of her and as she clung to him slowly he pumped himself inside of her. Perhaps more gently than was expected as he slowly worked himself within her. He sought to let that virginal sex stretch to accommodate his presence within her. But he pressed inside of her filling her as he claimed that previously untouched passage. She felt deliciously tight and despite the pain she clearly felt he couldnt help but to desire more.\nHe tilted her head towards his own and pressed his lips to her own. He could taste the blood of her bit lip and gently hed suck on that lip as its coppery taste left a tang on his tongue. His mouth moulded to hers as his hips rocked and ground into her. Steadily his member pressed to the cradle of her sex, taking her rather firmly as he claimed her as his own. The goddess of the chaste bride was now rather unchastely his."
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"value": "Enyalius. That name would be forever burned in her mind. Handsome, seductive and very possessive. The way his hands held her, the way he smelled. It was all branded in her brain. The way the pain between her legs faded as he slowly thrusted into her and pleasure filled her. Almost against her will, she found herself responding to him.\nShe held tighter to him, moving her leg up to hook around his thigh. This position helped open her further to him, and the pain eased even more. She allowed him to claim her lips, closing her eyes as he savaged her mouth. Her hands inched higher, moving from his shoulders to the back of his head, holding him to the kiss.\nEvery logical fiber told her to push him away. She should be screaming for help and outraged, but shd found herself pushing closer to him. When she wanted to scream, she kissed him, silencing herself.\nAll she could think of was that this was not Ares, and she should not feel ashamed for finding him attractive. Instinctively, her body molded to his and her hips slowly ground into him. When she could force herself to tear her lips from his fiery kiss, she managed to murmur, \"You could have been gentler with me, you big lug.\""
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"value": "Enyalius felt her beginning to respond to him, and as her leg hooked about her thigh and her body pressed back against him his pace began to increase. He pressed into that taunt sex as it gripped him and buried his cock within her slick folds. His desire only seemed heightened as she now gave herself willingly to him. His body crushing her to the wall behind her, as he pistoned his manhood within her. His dark eyes gazed down into her own blue orbs, peering into those beautiful pools. He murmured I wanted you from the moment I saw you.\nRather than screaming the goddess seemed to pull his head closer to her own and kiss him rather deeply. He grinned into the kiss as his body met her own. His hands pressed into the softness of her body and he felt those svelte curves brushing against him as they coupled. Those tantalizing thigh and firm breasts promising him all their delights. He pressed her back to the wall behind her as the weight of his body pinned her in place. His mouth consumed her own as he rutted between her thighs rather lustily.\nHe grinned to her as she murmured that he could have been gentler with her. But he bit down upon her lip and tugged upon it. I could have, but I dont think you want me to be. His tone was rather teasing although he soon seemed to but the test of it as his hips smacked into her and drove her back into the wall. More firmly now he began to enter her. Rougher and more rapidly his hips moved in that arching motion to smack into her own, and ram his cock up and inside of her.\nHis forehead leaned against her own as he murmured Your father is going to hate this. The words parted his mouth although he was just realizing it now. He kissed her rather vehemently as his speared her upon his shaft. Deep and hard he fucked her now. He sought to fully fill her with each thrust. The virgin goddess was one no more, rather he sought to make her a goddess of carnal pleasures as he revealed in the feel of her folds about him."
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"value": "Eukleia heard his comment about her father, but she couldn't think at the moment. Her body was a torrent of sensations,robbing her of her ability to do anything beyond feel. Each thrust caused a new sparking of pleasure through her body and she felt as if she were on fire. It started at her core and spread through every limb, every nerve. It burned pleasanlty, and when she thought she couldn't take any more, he pushed her more into that flame.\nShe clung to him, the only thing keeping her up was him and the wall. she wasn't sure if her own legs would support her. He was her only lifeline at the moment. The pleasure robbed her even of speech, and the room was soon filled with the sounds of her moans. She knew she should tell him to stop, that this wasn't right, but she couldn't. she couldn't vocalize anything beyond 'more' and 'yes'.\nThe fire inside her grew and she felt like it would consume her. Her moans became more urgent as his pounding and thrusting became rougher. She wanted to say stop before she was fully consumed, scared of what was happening. Her nails dug into his shoulders and back, and she surrendered. The sensations seemed to explode in her, her body shaking as the fire flickered on every nerve ending. All she could do was hold him, murmuring his name like a prayer."
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"value": "Pandora... Few knew what it actually meant, where it stemmed from. Go through enough researchers, if you truly cared enough about such a desolate place, and you might find out that the junkyard of a world was long ago named after a mythological box from a forgotten planet. Dig even further - though, why would you? - and you might find the significance of the mythological item. Perhaps you'd get a kick knowing it. Perhaps there was a degree of morbid amusement in how even when this planet was first colonized that the people back then knew it would be a complete shithole, for they named it after a box which was said to contain every evil in the world: Avarice. Pride. Prejudice. Envy. Theft. Rape, and murder. It was said that this thing, this 'pandora's box' contained a shred of hope despite all of these evils, but anyone who had spent even a month on the planet, even a goddamn day, could see that if any such hope existed, it was simply for the agony of it then being taken away.\nPandora was a planet one person should never wish upon another.\nScale every inch of the place and you would find only two things: small colonies built of jagged sheet metal and rotten wood, settled in valleys and alcoves where the sandstorms weren't as bad, and endless stretches of wasteland. Wastelands of dirt and wild beasts, wastelands of rancid trash piled upon rancid trash; neither was realistically inhabitable. The only people you might even find in venturing out to such places, should you go mad, and should you luck into someone before you die, were bandits, savages of society who holed up in such places because they were so awful that not even a rival gang would put up with it to come and shoot them dead.\nWhy live in such a world? Because you were born here, and because there was no way out. There were no ships off of the planet, the galaxy well aware of the type of people living here and in the value in keeping them isolated. The planet was allowed to continue existing solely to serve as a garbage dump, rather than dump into space where a lightspeed ship might strike debris and go up in flames without even knowing it. So why come to such a place? That was often the question, the joke toward any new faces; the poor bastards had no clue they'd never be able to leave, did they? Oh well. Not like it really mattered. Most 'visitors' were skag food within their first week anyway.\n\"Well goddamn,\" Rade Zayben said with a laugh, middle-aged and bald, leaning forward on the counter of his sheet metal booth at the Circle of Death, a 'sport arena' in the Arid Badlands. He leaned forward in a heavy, sloppy slump, shameless in the fact that he didn't know the name, hell, eye, even hair color of the person standing in front of him, outside the booth. \"They ain't anything great, but I can't quite remember the last time we had a woman out here.\" Her tits. He was staring at them, at Lilith's chest for the past few minutes, his eyes never bothering to rise above it. What were they talking about again?\n\"...Hm? Anyway, you saw my post over on the board, did you? Well, fine. Heh heh. It'll be a shame to see you torn to bits, but maybe if the pieces of you left over are big enough... A woman 'round here goes for quite a bit 'a cash, you know. Even half of one would fetch a nice price. Though I suppose it matters what half.\" Breaking his glance, an act that had only happened once or twice so far since the redhead approached his booth, Rade looked over about forty feet to the metal entrance of the arena. Once closed, it now raised as the cheering of the few dozen people inside gradually died down. \"Heh... looks like they got 'im. Another sucker I don't gotta pay.\"\nBack to the woman. \"Anyway,\" back to her chest, \"the standard going rate is four grand. You go in. Skags everywhere. They win, you get eaten alive and everyone has a laugh. You win, you get four grand. Very simple. Even a woman should be able to understand those rules.\" Smirking, he cast another look over to the now-open gateway into the arena. The skags, some quite large, could be seen in the distance being rounded up and ushered back into their pens. Back to her chest. \"Though you bein' a female an' all is a rare treat, so I'm gonna go out and make you an offer for my customers.\" He looked down, eyes trailing her flat abdomen to her crotch and thighs. Then, an ever-wicked smile, he looked back to the woman's chest. \"You take off that top 'n bottom, you manage to slay those shits in there like that, and I'll think about adding something to the prize to make it worth your while.\""
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"value": "You could call Pandora a festering heap of corruption, and you woudn't be far from the truth. The parched, arid lands were decidedly inhospitable, bleached dry by centuries of basking beneath the planet's merciless suns- The cloudless sky a blurred, rancid blue, doing absolutely *nothing* to stop the slow roasting of the endless plains stretching out beyond...Inhabited mostly by scags, mercenary gangs, and wretched, devolved subhumans. Those who could usually cowered indoors, out of the bleak, blistering sun- Those who *couldn't* didn't last too long.\nNatural selection in action.\nThe armored security booth was a rusting hunk of metal, still solid, but sand-blasted and pitted as *everything* on this wretched planet, pornographic etchings and crude graffiti the only hint of color in the ramshackle Arena; Considering how short, brutal, and simply *ugly* life on Pandora was, the popularity of blood sports- As well as the up-and-coming Mad Moxxi's Underdome Riot- was depressingly clear- After all, the locals didn't have cable.\nIn sharp contrast to the booth's slovenly occupant, the woman standing before him- A rare enough sight- was absolutely smokin'hot. The killer curves of hip, bust and ass were only outlined by her tight leather apparel, her legs sheathed in tight leather jeans, battered from months of travails- A pink half-shirt exposing a tempting glimpse of navel and flat belly...\nLilith sighed, and snapped her gloved fingers, in a futile attempt to draw the man's eyes back *up*- God alone knew how many times the Siren had tried to keep his train of thought from derailing. She rolled those deep brown eyes in sheer exasperation, her vivid crimson hair a splash of color in the murk. The women on Pandora tended to be a *lot* like the men- Gritty, ugly, and crude, quickly swelling up from the day-to-day struggle of survival...Compared to them, Lilith looked like something out of a wet dream.\nA low 'tsk' parted her lips, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of interest at the offered bounty; Rade's smirk, however, was what *really* decided her. Life on Pandora was like a pirahna tank- Show *any* weakness, any at all, and quite suddenly, they were *all* over you. Four *thousand* was a not-inconsiderable sum~ And she'd been spending the *last* few months running a series of equally bizarre, inane errands, back-and-forth across Pandora's rocky surface. This came as absolutely *no* surprise.\n-In time, people *can* get used to anything. Or they die. See a pattern?\n\"Deal,\" Lilith purred, her voice low, husky, and acid-sweet; For a woman who claimed to gain her powers from crossing the 'Hotness Threshold', she sure wasn't shy about showing it off- Though the thought of walking out *there*, in front of hundreds of the worse kind of hyperactive degenerates, screaming for blood and carnage...It made her skin crawl. Still, her apple-red lips curled into a confident, beckoning smile...And scarcely had he finished, when there was the dry *rasp* of leather of skin as the Siren pulled her *tight* leather apparel off- Slithering out her shirt, her nimble fingers unclasping the belt fastening her tight-fitting jeans- revealing only her hot pink undershirt...And surprisingly lacy undergarments, clinging to her long, toned legs...\nWith a disdainful flick of her wrist, the lovely redhead rebuckled her bandoleer, the old, rusted- But still *entirely* lethal guns hanging from her webbing, as she bundled her clothes aside! Her feet, arched high on heeled boots, creaked as the Siren sauntered forward, heedless of the hot breeze on her bare skin- About to walk into the arena in little more than a tight-fitting shirt, and lacy black panties!\n\"Take a picture, cueball,\" she suggested, her full lips curling into a distinctly nasty smirk. \"-It lasts *longer*.\" Without another word, Lilith sauntered right past him, with the sultry, hip-rolling gait that seemed second nature to her- To the roars of the crowd, as she walked out into the ring...Armed with a shitload of guns and a *very* bad attitude!He'd *better* have the money, she thought, darkly-...Or I'll show that frig a whole new *world* of pain..."
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"value": "That smirk on Rade's face widened, damn near seemed as if it'd wrap around the whole way as the redhead gave him quite the show. A man could get hard as a rock just listening to that, the sound of leather peeling from a woman's body, of her skin being revealed to the world. Having eyes simply made it all the more enjoyable.\nHe lifted up a hand as Lilith piled her clothes on the counter by where he leaned. Instantly the strip had brought cat calls from the numerous lowlifes hanging around the stand, some by a barrel, standing a ways behind, sharing a conversation of open admiration of the woman's tight ass. Another had been cheering her on, laughing and calling to 'see some pussy' from over by the vending machines - vending machines, vending out guns and medical kits of all things; what a fucking degenerate of a world. They wasted no time in verbally complimenting the woman, even started to approach her, but as Lilith finished her strip and gathered her clothes up onto the counter Rade halted them with a discreetly raised palm. No, fellas. Not now. This little chick's got a crowd to entertain.\n\"Good luck sweetheart,\" he called with a laugh as the Siren sauntered off - that ass! That ass in those black lace panties. You'd have to be begging for dick to willingly go around such a place like that.\nWhen she passed the entranceway Rade turned to look to the other men, still that smirk. \"I don't know about you fellas, but I'm gonna watch the show.\" Nods. Laughter. Grins. \"Anyone think she'll make it? Bets now.\"\n\"No way!\"\n\"Haha, four of five, maybe, but not clear it. Not with those rusted out shits.\"\n\"Make what, the round? Make me a sandwich is more goddamn like it.\"\n\"Amen to that.\"\nThe several layered thick sheet metal door slammed shut once Lilith was standing in the center of the dirt ring, sending up a small bit of dust on either side.\n\"Sounds like we should all grab some seats.\"\n\"I've never seen a bitch get eaten alive. Do you think it'll be hot when she screams?\"\n\"Nah. That comes later, when I'm poundin' her.\"\n\"Her remains you mean.\"\n\"Tch, fine with me!\"\n\"How about one of you goes ahead and makes her clothes disappear? This world, fucking bandits everywhere... It'd be a shame if she had to strut around like that permanently.\"\n\"I'm a fucking bandit!\"\n\"Well then that works out perfectly, doesn't it?\"\nThey all laughed.\nOver in the arena there were roughly two to three dozen spectators; hardly enough for a blood sport, but a decent turn out for such a dingy shithole as this. Many were hooting, howling, and making otherwise lewd gestures and suggestions to the half-naked woman standing in the center of the dirt arena. The rest were chanting; 'Die!,' all of them. Laughter abounds. After a few long moments of wait, time enough to let the victim's courage falter, several gates opened up and a half dozen skags of various sizes came charging out.\nHundreds of sharp teeth. Drooling maws. Claws that could rip through sheets of steel. The gauntlet had begun."
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"value": "Skags come in several varieties. There are Skag Pups. Skag Whelps- Names which are deceptive, as they make the ornery creatures sound decidedly *less* lethal than they are; When your typical Skag is a three-jawed omnivore that eats *anything*, and yurfs out everything *else*, it's easy to see why they're native to Pandora- Anything less vicious simply couldn't hope to survive on a planet as barren, as blasted...\n-Then you had those which spat acid, those which were so badly mutated, even by Pandora's standard, that a thick layer of chitin and bony growths bulged beneath an already *really* thick hide...About the only thing Skags *couldn't* do was fly, and that was simply because most of the aerial predators were just a lethal.Thatniche had already been filled.\nThe crowd had been indulging in whatever depravities it needed to turn them *all* into hyperactive, bloodthirsty monkeys- A thick *roar* of mingled lust and blood-hunger rattled the zinc roofing, calling out suggestions and lewd threats; They were literally *slavering* over the sight of the gorgeous Siren, sauntering oh-so-sexily into the crude ring...When they saw what she was *wearing*, those lacy panties and a lacier bra, beneath ammo belts and the webbing-straps of the rusty weapons Lilith had plundered from, well, all over the planet, the roar got onlylouder!\nLilith tossed her head back, vamping for the camera- \"Ah, showbiz,\" she purred, in that smoky voice of hers, *entirely* aware of the eyes greedily devouring every inch of her lovely form...And of the skags, waiting to devour her, *too*. But literally. They *all* wanted a piece of her~ And the hot air *tingled* on her bare skin, as if to remind her how very, *very* exposed she was...Though with a brisk shake of her head, the lovely redhead squared her shoulders, reaching from her trusty combat rifle!\nThe gates screeched open, and the first of the skags came bounding hungrily past the bars- Those things were *always* hungry, triple-jaws gnashing the air for more, more, *more*...*Right* up to the point where the first bursts of fire stuttered from the weapon's molded barrel.\nLiterallyfire. Apparently, somewhere, Lilith had found a gun that shot flaming bullets. She was using the same technique that'd served her so well in her travails across the surface- Backpedal like hell, shooting all the way, and start *dodging* like crazy! The first skag walloped over, as it took most of the magazine- The two rushing alongside it promptly split, peeling away to come at the woman from the sides, as the other three lead a hungry, slavering charge! One didn't make the leap- It tumbled over the flaming corpse of it's packmate, and the curvy redhead promptly gave it the last few shells in the magazine, just *because*! She'd taped them together, end-to-end, jungle-style...And those slim but strong fingers moved *fast*, as she snapped the empty one off, spun it around, loaded in another...\n\"Ugghhhhh!!!\" And stumbled back, as one particularly canny skag raked her from behind! It's razor-sharp claws drew lines of fire down her back, slicing right *through* the straps of her black bra- Her rifle's stock bashed it right in the head, pitching it back...Right before the Siren crammed the Cobra halfway down the main maw! \"-That's one *hell* of a mouth you got there, boy,\" Lilith gasped from between gritted teeth...She *squeezed* the trigger, and kept holding it, until fire and death ate the spasming creature out from within!\nThe crowd's cheers were deafening. They wanted blood- The skag pack *pounced*, all three of them at once, right for her...\n-Now, on the bus, Lilith had met a trio of interesting characters. A sly little weasel of a man, with that equally mean hawk of his, who went for the eyes- And fingers, if it could- of anyone who got too close. A tactiturn soldier, who had a mobile turret- More like a bunker, really- he'd duck behind when there was shooting. And a big, big bruiser, who simply was *very* tough. No one likes being hit- A hot woman even less.\nLilith ducked, with a gasp, letting go of her weapon- Amateur mistake, right off the bat- And wasn't there to be hit. She went translucent, then transparent, and the skags met in midair...Right before a crackling wave of lightning swept over the skags!! The first two pitched over, then sizzled as a second sheet of chain lightning washed forth from the de-ghosting woman...Smelling like fried cockroaches, as they popped and *burst*, riling under the stuttering of pinpoint fire! The last one went for her *anyway*, and those sharp teeth *bit* at her, slashing a deep gash down her side...Only to feel a shotgun's snub-nosed muzzle press into it's jaw!\n\"Say hello to the disco for me,\" Lilith panted- And a buckshot blast hurled the thing's broken body against the wall! As the energy died from her, she slumped, just a little...Battered, bruised, and nicked countless times, in the brief encounter, her skimpy lingerie hanging off from her in tatters! She waved to the crowd, a sardonic little flip of her wrist...Then blew a wet, juicy kiss to them, bending over low and *deep* to really show them the goods! \"Mmmm, thanks for a *great* night, boys~\" the Siren cooed, with a brisk shake of her head...Looking absolutely gorgeous as she stepped daintily over the blackened bodies.\nThat bastard better have the money."
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"value": "They cheered. That was an understatement. Most fights that happened around these parts saw the brave - or often, desperate - fool of a competitor finish his first clip only to be torn apart while trying to load in his second, even to his dying breath. Most fights, on that note, did not last very long, so one like this, one with lightning and flames and other flashy moves, were indeed a rare treat. Add to that that Lilith was a woman. Add to that that Lilith was ahotwoman. Add to that that she not only was doing it in her underwear, but that her bra had been cut some during the fight and her round fucking globes were hanging free... You had something each would be telling their buddies about for months to come. You had a crowd that was cheering and whistling as loud as they knew how.\n\"Well screw me sideways,\" Rade said with a sigh, a sigh mixed with a slight twitch in his face. \"That twat. What the hell! I haven't paid anyone in weeks! She broke my streak!\"\n\"That's only four grand though,\" came one of his friends,three of them sitting together in the stands. \"All the bets people made... nowthoseare gonna hurt ya!\"\n\"haha And don't forget the special whatever it was you promised her for gunnin' in there lookin' like a skank!\"\n\"I ain't promised nothin'!\"\n\"Eh?\"\n\"I told her I might, that I'd think about it.\"\n\"haha That's cold man.\"\n\"You think she'll be pissed?\"\n\"Might not even remember.\"\n\"You two start cleaning up those skags,\" Rade said as he stood, hands on his knees as he ascended. \"I'm gonna go see to business.\"\n\"The hell do we look like?\"\n\"Like two freeloaders who I didn't charge for their seats.\" Casting them a glance, \"Now get to work,\" Rade stepped forward, down the stadium-style benches. Bent in certain parts, rusted in others, they served their purpose well enough. \"Now what in the hell,\" he muttered to himself as he descended, walking along the platform past the crowd, \"am I gonna do with her... That wasn't no fight. This chick's the real deal. I ain't payin' her to go in there again and slaughter the beasts up.\" Looking around as he walked, as he descended the shaky metal stairs to the dirt, Rade raised an arm to run a palm over his bald head. \"Hm... Well, there isthat... heh... Shedidget undressed pretty easy... Probably wouldn't be very hard to convince her...\"\nBestiality. Was she the type of gal? All were if the money was right.\nHe hadn't had a woman willing to do this in awhile. Two years, it felt like - and Pandora's years were long\nRade disappeared to a back area for a few minutes while the crowd continued to cheer, heard well enough here as it could be anywhere. Two huge, steroid-pumped bruisers sat on folding chairs behind the bleachers, a deck of cards and a rickety table between them, shotguns at their sides. Rade passed them to reach the safe a few feet beyond, a rusted iron box on top of a crate on top of the dirt. He pulled the handle open, not bothering to twist the knob at the front as the lock hadn't worked in some Thus, the pair of shotgun-wielding bruisers. One thousand, two thousand he counted... three thousand... four. He set that on top of the safe. One, two he counted again, three and four. Five and six. Combining the two handfuls, he exited out and walked back to the arena with ten thousand cash in hand. The bets for and against the Siren would be dealt with later. Right now he wanted to get down to business, to take advantage of the crowd's excitement while the iron was hot.\n\"Here you go,\" he said as he tossed the four grand at Lilith's feet, having approached her out in the middle of the arena. The damn diva was still soaking it in? He snickered as the money exploded in every which way, having nothing to tie it together so the paper fluttered about at her feet. Maybe she'd put on a show while picking it up. \"Pretty nice job out there.\" Rade's eyes scanned her as they stood there, out in the arena. What a piece of ass. And the sliced up bra didn't hurt none. The blood trickling down her back and side weren't an especial fetish of his, but they weren't a turn-off either.\n\"There's your four thousand in cash, like we agreed. And I was thinkin', you know it ain't often we get someone like you out here. Interested in putting on a show of a different sort, any chance?\" He held up the pile of six thousand, held it up but still close to him, letting Lilith see but not touch. \"You get on your hands and knees, get rid of the rest of what you're wearin', and we let a few skags pump 'n pound you 'til there's none left that want a go. These guys pay me to watch. I pay you to perform. And you suddenly got ten instead of four.\""
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"value": "Harry Potter sighed and adjusted his glasses as he walked up the long path towards the rather ominous looking manor. Whilst he would rather be spending time with his friends, this was certainly better than what he was being offered. It was summer and the only way he had been able to get away from the Dursleys was to agree to undertake a summer job through the ministry of magic. Unfortunately, the only thing that had been left available by the time he got around to applying had been a stupid cleaning job. Well....at least it wasn't cleaning for the Dursleys, and at least he would get some pay and appreciation for this,\nHarry didn't know who he was actually working for, just that they lived here. When standing at the doors of the manor, there was no nameplate, nothing that might indicate who lived within. With a sigh and a shrug, Harry reached out to pull a cord that looked like it might ring some kind of bell, then took a step back to wait, trying to look relatively happy to be there, even if he wasn't too fond of the idea of being a cleaner for the next month."
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"value": "This had perhaps been one of the best ideas in his entire life! Putting an advert in the Ministry of Magic weekly newsletter, advertising for a cleaner. Well if he had been anymore brilliant, he would have had to have killed himself. The amount of young school girls that would want to work for the summer had to be huge amounts, and of course they wouldn't be stinking muggles!\nHaving dressed this morning in a dashing suit, made from the finest of materials, Lucius paced the mahogany floors of his incredibly lavish manor. The dragon hide boots clanking against the surface, making an echoing noise around the vast hallways. Pushing a strand of platinum blonde hair behind his ear, he rose a brow as he heard the noise from the door.\nQuickly a small house elf shuffled towards the door, and pulled it open. \"Master is...Oh.\" The house elf stopped in it's tracks, and begun to chuckle a little \"Master is not going to like this...' The creature whispered under it's breath, ushering Harry into the hallway. \"Allow me to take your cloak?\" The creature spoke once more, offering it's spindly hand. The being chuckled under it's breath, pointing to the drawing room door where Lucius had now taken his seat in the large leather wingback chair."
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"value": "Harry glanced down at the House elf as it spoke, seeming almost surprised, then amused to see him. Still, he never had quite understood House elves....they always acted in the most peculiar ways. \"Hm....thank you...\" Harry removed his cloak, handing it over to the expectant House Elf, then moved to follow it's directions to the rawing room. \"Wonder why they need someone to clean up if they have House Elves running all over the place....\"\nAh well, who was he to argue? He was going to get out of the Dursley's place for the summer and get some extra spending money for it. \"Hello?\" He knocked on the door, then started to step into the drawing room, seeing only the back of the chair, not knowing yet who's house he was in. \"I'm from the Ministry....they sent me for the part time cleaning job?\""
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"value": "Taking the cloak gratefully from Harry, the little elf scurried off down the hallway and disappeared just as soon as he had appeared in the first place.\nSnapping his fingers gently, a pop sounded and a different little house elf appeared at Lucius' feet. \"Whiskey\" Was all he said, observing as the elf rushed off to oblige her master. Within seconds a crystal cut glass was placed into the pale hands of the Malfoy elder, filled with an amber liquid. Nodding his head a little upon receipt, Lucius took a small sip of the fluid. As he did so the elf disappeared.\nAfter he took another sip, his ear's perked up at the sound of a male voice. Immediately his brows furrowed, and an angry expression filled his face. Cheeks as pale as snow, suddenly turned fiery red with clear anger. There was noway he had put that a male should apply, definitely not! Placing the glass on the side table, Lucius pushed him forward a little in order to stand regally. Adjusting his suit jacket, he moved across the room to open the door.\nOnce he had opened it, Lucius eyes widened as he noticed the Potter creature stood before him. A wicked smirk adorned his lips, as he looked the dark haired boy up and down. \"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr Potter\" His voice was as smooth as silk when he spoke, giving him a somewhat aristocratic presence. Although this boy was clearly the wrong sex for the job, it wasn't beyond Lucius to make the very best out of a bad situation. Having the little wizard about the place would surely make for some light entertainment, especially if he could managed to get the male into the outfit he had chosen for his 'wanted' slender female. \"Do come in, and take a seat over there. Drink?\" He asked, moving into the room and taking a seat once more in his chair."
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"value": "Harry was....surprised to say the least when he saw the figure standing before him. Lucius Malfoy....oh god...this was the Malfoy house! That meant Draco probably wasn't far away! If Harry had been told who's house he was to be cleaning...well, needless to say he never would've agreed to this. There was no way he wanted to stay now....he'd rather be at the Dursley's than here. At least he could threaten the Dursley's a little bit.\n\"I um....\" Harry laughed nervously, raising his hands slightly and shaking his head as Lucius invited him to take a seat and have a drink. \"I uh....I think there's been just a tiny little mix up here....I uh....I obviously hang the wrong house....I'll just be getting out of your hair....\" He laughed once more, taking a few slow steps back, trying to look for where the House Elf had put his cloak, though he'd leave without it if necessary. This had to be someone's idea of a sick joke....and when he got back to the ministry he was going to wring the neck of the idiot who had sent him here."
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"value": "Just another day in Spira.\nFar above, in the blue sky, birds- And terrible razor-winged harpies- soared through the clouds, a bewildering array of native fauna crawled, growled or spat flames...And somewhere else, far, far away, a titanic, invincible behemoth set about on its task of destroying the entire world.\nBut *that* happened every generation, after all; So hey, no pressure.\nCurrently, the only hope for the salvation of two worlds was...Dodging lightning bolts on the Thunder Plains? After that, he'd get round to chasing those damn blue butterflies in the depths of the Macalania Wood...And then there were those chocobos to breed-\nWhen asked exactly *when* he was going to work on the whole 'Destroying Sin, and saving the world for good' thing, the party's nominal leader answered, quote, \"Eventually.\" unquote, and went right back to playing a particularly brutal variant of underwater football.\nCuriously, by-and-large, the people shrugged and went on with their daily lives. While Spira might be, as stated by a recently re-killed madman, \"A sad land, trapped...In a *spiral*. Of DEATH!\" the god-spawned abdomination and potential ender of the world certainly wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon...\nOf course, while waiting for every last sidequest to be completed, a girl could get very, very bored.\n***\nThe city of Luca is the second-largest metropolis in all of Spira. For the purposes of our story, though, it's a particularly important city; It's the trade center of the world, where merchants and people of all stripes mingle, away from the repressive theocracy that grips most of the land. Here, anything and everything is available...For a price, of course.\nAs befits the 'free trade' zone, the rest of the city has been built entirely to cater to visitors; Blitzball matches, breathtaking underwater- and aerial- views, a variety of exotic restaurants...\n-And bars.\nThere's *always* a bar.\nIt is, without a doubt, a place a girl could get herself into a *lot* of trouble.\n***\nIn the pavilion of a salon in the depths of Luca...\nInside, the place was lit by glow-globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch-black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space...\nAt a corner table, a pale, long-fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to raven-black lips. As she set it back on the glossy black table, Lulu stretched langurously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her fur-trimmed gown; Beneath the endless array of criss-crossing belts, her long, lissome legs whispered as she crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps...\nBored\nHer wine-dark lips curling in a sultry pout, the lovely sorceress leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle surussation; She was bored.\nIdly, Lulu tapped her long nails together, fingers drumming a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface; She sighed, a low, throaty sound from her magnificent throat.\nThis was *not* what she'd in mind. Ever since she'd taken on the duty as Lady Yuna's Guardian, it seemed that the world had become an odd place indeed; They'd left the well-defined rut of the Summoner's Pilgrimage, and were, apparently, breaking entirely new ground...Now, the impetus was to *defeat* Sin, forever, not just seal it away for another generation; And, certain disturbing...revelations...had come to pass, which'd changed things entirely...\nIt was, she decided, enough to make a girl turn to drink.\nCupping her pointed chin, Lulu gazed absently at her reflection, thinking. Their fearless leader had come to the decision that, with the final confrontation looming, it'd be best if they found the ultimate weapons...More firepower against Sin.\nThat, on paper, was an excellent idea. In reality, though; There'd been an insane number of hoops to jump through- You didn't just need the weapon, you needed an, um, 'Celestial Mirror'. Then a 'Venus Emblem'. And, finally, the damn thing itself. She'd asked to be dropped off here, in Luca- After all, if those could be found anywhere, they'd be found here...Right?\nAnd besides, she had to admit, she *was* looking for a little fun...\nA spark of amusement ignited in Lulu's dark eyes, and the sorceress straightened, ever-so-slightly, her bare shoulders rising above her gown's fur trim; She'd sent out word of her interest, and had received a fairly enthusiastic...Let alone overwhelming...response. Maybe, she thought, it was the *way* she'd been asking the questions...\nOh, well. She had time to burn, and a will to pursue this ridiculous sidequest. Who knew? Perhaps something would come out of it, after all..."
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"value": "The dull roar of the blitzball stadium was a welcome sound to the ears of Demitrius Biggs as he exited the giant floating orb of water and let his body adjust to standing on firm ground again. There were only a few people milling about, his teammates (done with practice for the day) and a few devoted fans who came to watch the practice. His chestnut brown nape-length hair was matted to his head and face, limp from the hours of swimming. Long, tan and toned arms glistened and rippled as he stretched them. All the repetitive motion of swimming had tired him out a fair bit.\nDemitrius turned and looked back up at the strange aquatic sphere and furrowed his brow. How this mass of water was able to stay afloat in the middle of the air with seemingly no magical aid, how it never got dirty with seemingly no maintenance crew, and how he was able to hold his breath for so long while submerged in it was beyond him. He was a Red Mage, one skilled in both the arts of magic and physical combat. He did fairly well in both, and as such he was gifted with an athletic body and a decent mind. Of course, he was no Spartan Warrior and he was no genius, but he at least knew more than most of the meatheads on his team. He didn't like Blitzball a terrible lot. It was fun to watch, but definitely not something he thought he would be involved in. Still, when he heard how flexible the hours and how good the pay of a spot on the Luca Goers was, he decided it was in his best financial interest. After all, that Tidus boy, the outlandish guardian of Lady Yuna, still had time to play in tournaments while out saving mankind from the world. How Tidus managed this was beyond him, but what he did know was that it was rather easy for him to do his work as both a Red Mage and an athlete.\nHe headed back to the lockers, taking a shower and changing into some suitable casual clothes before heading out into the streets of Luca. His blue eyes, slightly shimmering from his magic power, scanned the streets as he walked. He'd heard a rumor that another from Yuna's pack--a magic user named Lulu--had branched off and was currently staying in Luca. He'd never seen a picture of her but from what he had heard, she was quite a lovely lady and she hadn't exactly looked chaste in her search for...whatever it was that she was looking for.\nHe arrived at his destination, a tavern in the shopping district of Luca. It was called The Golden Chocobo, named after the elusive creature obtained through extensive breeding. It was an old-town folksy name for a rather modernized bar. That way, people could go and enjoy a drink and pretend they're living the old-fashioned life while enjoying all the comforts of contemporary style and technology. Consumer psychology was a tricky business.\nDemetrius stepped inside and glanced around. One patron immediately caught his eye. She was aloof, yet not quite snobbish. Beautiful and almost dangerous. (And if he thought she was \"almost dangerous\" from one glance across the room that meant she was most likely rather dangerous.) She looked far too...unattainable to be alone at a place like this. Demitrius didn't waste time in calmly striding to where she was sitting and taking a seat next to her. \"Two more glasses of Cornelia Rouge, if you would,\" he signaled to one of the people working. \"Demitrius,\" he said, flashing a smile. Friendly, but it showed his intent well enough."
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"value": "A soft, low \"Hmmmmm?\" parted Lulu's lips, as his knuckles rapped on the wood; She glanced up, arching an eyebrow, her dark eyes curious...She hadn't been expecting company, after all! She caught the flash of white teeth, heard the easy, almost amused vitality in the speaker's voice, and thought-\nI *could* make an exception...\nWith a flick of her wrist, the sorceress twitched the curtain aside, just the smallest curl to her pouty lips; \"Lulu,\" she murmured, her voice smokey, a little husky from drink- But with a certain sparkle in her eyes...\"Please, feel free; Some things *are* better shared.\" Lulu gestured, cradling the carafe of wine she'd ordered, turning it in her pale fingers, letting it catch and sparkle in the light.\nEasing it into a slow spin, she brushed her dark tresses back from her face, leaving the curtain open, invitingly; Ice clinked as she swirled her glass, the sound- And the cool darkness- a pleasant contrast to the heat of the day outside...\nA smile tugged at those full, bee-stung lips as she leaned back into the plush seat, those kohl-rimmed eyes meeting his, for a moment...Then shifting away, as if satisfied. \"-And what brings you here, Demitrius~?\""
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"value": "So far, so good. Demitrius was never one to play games when it came to these sorts of situations. Hell, when it came to womanly pleasures he hardly needed to. After a game there was no shortage of girls who wanted to accompany him to the after party and then some. Still, when one encounters someone like this...by the Yevon gods, one goes out of their way.\nLulu.The name clicked with him immediately, but he didn't let on. Chances are a girl didn't go off to enjoy a drink with the intent of talking about that odd party of warriors and magicians. \"Charmed, Lulu,\" he said, his face remaining calm but friendly, like that of a close friend in a poker game. He graciously took the carafe and poured himself some wine before lifting the glass to her. \"Cheers.\"\nHe thought for a moment at her question. What did Demitrius come into the Golden Chocobo for, anyway? \"I was done with my obligations for the day and didn't feel like going home yet. Besides, nothing good ever comes from drinking alone.\" He leaned back, his eyes fighting the temptation to glance down at her luscious lips and her impressive cleavage. Eye contact, eye contact. \"And yourself? Something tells me you don't frequent this place.\""
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"value": "Lulu's bee-stung lips curled into a smile, enjoying the back-and-forth; On the ship, with the rest of the party, with one thing after another, well...It'd been a long, *long* while before she could just unwind, and enjoy someone else's company- And this certainly qualified. He was...certainly good-looking, in a dusky, muscular way...Again reminding her, oddly, of-\n\"And myself?\" she echoed thoughtfully, a low \"Hmmmmmm~\" as she considered- Then those dark eyes flashed with mischief. \"It all depends,\" Lulu murmured. \"-Can you keep a secret, Demitritus?\" Those slim fingers brushed a stray strand of midnight hair back from her pale face, her skirts rustling as she shifted the slightest bit closer...Then waved it away, as if it meant nothing at all.\n\"-I am, actually, seeking...Exotic goods. Relics of old Spira. But-\" and she paused, just for a moment, \"...Thatisin the long-term. For now, though...\" And her dark eyes locked with his, in a pleasantly uncomfortable contact, seeming to *measure* him...The amused glitter leaving him pondering whether she liked what she saw! \"-I'm merely enjoying the ambience.\" Ice clinked. \"With company, of course...\""
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"value": "Demetrius's sky-blue eyes flicked downward, catching a brief glimpse of her tantalizing pale legs behind the outlandish matrix of belts that comprised her skirt. How she assembled them into a suitable vtement was beyond him. Still, the way her legs peeked through like light through a tight lattice was quite a sight.\nPerhaps I'll find out how that skirt comes off...\nNo. No. Demetrius chided himself for almost letting his mind wander. But oh, the places it could wander to...\n\"My lips are sealed,\" he answered, leaning forward as she did. She was obviously enjoying his company. He had to admit, even beyond her stunning body and sensual aura, he was enjoying himself as well. Lulu seemed like the type of person one could never get bored of being around.\n\"For now, though...\"\nThough he'd been actively listening to her before, he felt himself suddenly caught in a new sharper focus as her eyes zeroed in on his. \"Is that so? Sounds like quite an endeavor. I suppose you'll be around for a while then?\" It almost hard to keep his cool composure as he could feel her eyes evaluating him. He could almost sense a hint of skepticism in her, as though she wasn't quite convinced that he was the one she'd like to be spending an evening with, and that she was merely entertaining him for the moment to amuse herself.\nIf she could do this much with a look, he could only imagine what it was like to be one of her party on her bad side.\n\"There is something of a charm about this place, isn't there?\" he replied, banishing his previous thoughts and putting on an air of confidence once again. \"Well, while you're around, I suppose I could take some time to show you around,\" he offered, sliding an inch or two closer to her."
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"value": "Mos Espa. A once-sweet desert rose nestled in the heart of the horrid dune sea, the winding snake of a city was a dying cesspit of corruption. With an economy based so heavily on drawing in spectators for the famed pod races, it was a city of come and go. There were always strangers in the streets, and their faces changed day to day, week to week, race to race. The locals were lost in the constant crush of visitors and excitement, and business boomed. Especially the lucrative businesses that were the slave trade, and in particular the night life.\nCantinas were like roachesfor every one you saw, there were another two nestled around the corner in some filthy back alley somewhere, somehow. The more civilized ones were featured on the main drag of the snake-like central street, complete with dancing entertainment. The more seedy, darker places were the ones that a person couldn't find unless they were lost in the maze of alleys and walks.\nRather than put herself in either category, the young red-headed woman chose to walk the hazy middle line, choosing an establishment only a block away from the main street. Just far enough away from the commonplace that the common folk wouldn't bother most of the time, and not far enough into the shadows that the shadow dwellers wouldn't come out unless called. Her name, or rather the word that she chose to be called by, was Seren. Seren Fey, some called herfey meaning a number of things, but most commonly 'fated to die'. And that was the reason that she kept to a nearly indistinguishable fringe, where she wasn't likely to be found, by someone who wanted to carry out that fate.\nAnd so she slid up to the bar, hunkered into a seat, and tipped the barkeep's attention toward her just enough to let him know he had a new client. Durindfire, she whispered Cold. And the glowing cocktail appeared before her in a moment or two. The barkeep cleared his throat, and she looked up from a sip, gesturing at him vaguely with her hand. I already paid you, good sir. Forget me. His eyes glazed very slightly, he nodded, waved her away, and she slid away from the crowd at the bar, and into a corner, out of sight, and out of mind. Or, she would have been had it not been for the glowstick of a drink she was sipping at, twirling the glass in her fingers. She smiled at the sickly blue-green glow, watching the way the light lit her delicate features into a ghastly, spectral glow, from the reflection in the glass. Her smile didn't reveal her teeth, and was faint enough that it was nearly not there, but it was just enough to make her features all the more eerie in the ghostly glow.\nLet the night begin."
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"value": "A young man walked into the shabby bar, many obviously illegal drinks bubbled lightly behind the bar. The man looked around as if he had sensed something amiss. His eyes stopped on Fey for several moments before he turned back towards the bar, now acting as though he was completely unaware of her very existence.\nThe man himself was difficult to describe, since he was cloaked and hooded in Jedi garb. The garb was pure white and was etched with almost to many Jedi symbols, as if some form of disguise. Many heads turned, as his garbs apparently announced the presence of a Jedi to the stupid and easily fooled.\nThe man sat down by the bar and ordered a drink, placing a small pack which he carried down. The pack hit the floor heavily, indicating valuable or just plain heavy contents. One of the drunks eyed the pack, obviously thinking about potential contents. To this the man whispered shortly in his ear. The drunk stood up and walked out of the bar, ignoring the call of the bar tender. \"Hey you, Riorian, you didn't pay for your last round.\" The bar tender chased after the drunk and turned him around, the drunk didn't seem to notice he had been turned around as he walked past the bar tender collapsing on the floor near the bar.\nThe bar tender seemed confused for a moment but quickly recovered as he walked up to the drunk, extracting his wallet from his pocket and returning to behind the bar."
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"value": "From her spot, Fey could see the entirety of the bar, except down beneath it which wasn't visible to anyone except perhaps those sitting at the bar itself. She could see the drunks, the sober, the deals being made and unmade, and the entrance and exit of every patron. All there was to give her own presence away was the steadily dwindling bottle of glowing liquid, and within a number of minutes, it too had been extinguished.\nBecoming bored, and deciding to play with a glowing drop hovering around the inside of the neck of the bottle, she didn't notice the look she received from the newest entry to the establishment. Her eyes rose to touch his back just as he turned away. His robe intrigued her--she had always known Jedi to be much more subtle creatures. They hardly liked to flaunt their presence like that, wearing pure white with jumbles of stark symbols. That brought several things to mind; he could either be an idiot, or a fake. One way or another, it hardly seemed to bode badly for her.\nBored with the sudden lack of good drink in her bottle, she mentally nudged the bartender with her suggestion of more drink, and he made his way over to her with another cold durindfire, eyes slightly clouded with her mental pressure, and bent for a moment, almost as if talking to her, and she made the mimed action of slipping something into his hand, though she really did no such thing. He dropped the imaginary money into his apron, and then wended his way back to the bar, where he seemed to come back to himself. Completely unaware of what had just happened.\nShe chuckled softly, and cracked the wax seal from the second bottle, sipping steadily as she continued to watch the goings on, in particularly the potentially stupid/fake Jedi who sat at the bar."
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"value": "The man silently sipped his drink as if no one else was present. Several thugs were talking about the man as silently as they could. They occasionally would point to him and the bag he carried as they rabidly discussed their increasingly obvious plans.\nThe man remained by the bar, not even giving the bar tender his attention as he mentally probed everyone in the room. He did this rather slowly, and cautiously towards those most likely to catch him in their mind. He finally had a general synopsis of everyone in the room, and what some of them planned to do next. The only one missing from the picture was Fey, whom he had intentionally avoided contacting mentally.\nHe took several more sips from his drink, relishing it's subtle intoxicating effect that he so enjoyed. He waited several moments, keeping his senses alert to see what fey would do. The only thing he knew about her for sure was that she was shrouded in the dark side of the force and had no training to hide this from others familiar with the force. Though she was powerful, the force was strong with her, but she neglected to properly train herself."
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"value": "While two small bottles of drink were certainly nowhere near the amount that she would need to ingest to even come close to being intoxicated, they were enough for her to make her more easily bored. If there was one thing that was bad for her to be, it was bored, because she had absolutely no problems with starting things that would make her...less bored. What mattered quite a bit to her was her own amusement. It was petty, sure, by all means, but it was her.\nHer attention had turned to one particular group of men muttering to one another, and watching the 'Jedi' at the bar. There were four of them, and it looked like they were getting ready to move. She smiled.\nOne of them stood up, from the far side of the table, and began to move around his companions as they began to rise, and she found her opening. With a gentle thought, she called a tendril of the force to swoop around his ankle, and the man went down with a squawk of anger. One of his companions jumped up, and darted around to check on him, but only made it half way when another of his buddy's chairs slid out just enough to trip the second man up. Both second and third man and chair went down into the pile, and the fourth man simply sat at the table and howled with laughter, mocking his clumsy friends.\nAnd within seconds, a small brawl had started between the four, and it didn't take long for it to escalate to include more and more of the bar patrons by the second.\nFey chuckled, tipped back the rest of her drink, deftly ducked as a chair sailed across the room and through the window behind her head, and then disappeared out the window behind the chair in a single, fluid movement. While starting barfights was fun enough...now she needed to find another bar to plague herself upon.\nShe flipped up the hood of the short, tan-coloured cloak, covering her choppy, sandy red hair, smashed the empty bottle against the ground, and stepped off down the alley, humming an amused, jaunty tune to herself as she made her way deeper into the darker, nastier part of town. There was still much fun to be had."
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"value": "The supposed \"Jedi\" noticed Fey leave as the bar fight conveniently broke out, and it didn't take him long to deduce what had happened. He stood up grabbing his pack, easily overpowering everyone in his way as he made his way out the door after Fey. He stepped out into the windy street to notice water was flooding it. \"Rather odd for Tatooine\" he thought.\nHe turned to see a moister farmer had in effect, lost control of his merchandise. Ignoring this small inconvenience he began to run after Fey. He quickly found traction to suddenly be a bit of a hazard in the freshly soaked street.\nCatching a glimpse of Fey running off in one direction, he acts quickly to over take her. He dashes behind a corner and focuses his energy at her mind. Using the dark side of the force to seize control of her mind."
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"value": "The swell of darkness in the currents of the force behind her was enough to alert her that something was definitely not right, but she wasn't quite quick enough to throw up her mental shields to a state where she would either be invisible or able to block any sort of mental attack.\nHer hands jerked over the hilts of her sabers, fighting for control to take them as the other mind in hers fought her to keep them off. Her entire body stiffened, her back arching to a painful angle as she fought the mind control, lashing out with a mental bombardment of her own. But she was simply too disoriented and caught off guard for that to function properly, and though she could tell the general direction of the attack, she was more interested in trying to keep control then she was in pinpointing the idiot screwing with her.\nAs a last ditch effort as she remained trapped in the arched posture, Fey threw back her head and let out a sharp keening shriek, much like a banshee, that reverberated in reality as well as in the force. To anyone without any sort of training or force abilities, the sound put them down almost instantly, bleeding from the ears. Not dead, but in massive pain or unconscious. Windows shattered shamelessly within a fifty foot radius, and then the sound cut off as she crumpled to the ground in a limp heap. A force scream was erratic and unpredictable, and also took a massive amount of energy. It's lack of total success had destroyed any chance she'd had of fighting the invading mind in her own, and she laid there, curled on her side, her eyes totally blank and glassy while her conscious mind flailed and screamed inside her head."
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"value": "Kynslive was thrown back slightly at the rather unexpected force scream. He scanned the area observing the damage done by Fey and then quickly turned back to Fey seizing control of her mind. She was weak after that single attack, and although his ears were still ringing he was able to quickly take control of her mind.\nHe had her stand and follow swiftly behind him towards the edge of the city. A lone speeder hovered over the sand just outside the city, a dug happened to be in the process of looking through the speeder for valuables. the dug looked up, rather surprised to see the two approaching the speeder. He jumps out of the speeder in a panic as Kynslive raises his hand. The Dug begins to apparently choke, not able to breathe as it attempts and advance on Fey and Kynslive.\nKynslive has Fey sit down in the passenger seat in the speeder as he chokes the dug to death and retrieve is stolen goods. As various objects float through the air replacing themselves in their original position Kynslive seats himself down and fires up the engine and speeds off into the desert. Kynslive closed the cockpit, shielding both himself and Fey in darkness, away from the blazing sun.\nAfter about three hours they come to a large ship in the middle of the desert, with rather a rather obvious purpose for battle. He slows down the speeder and opens the cockpit, stepping out he has Fey follow him into the ship, leaving the speeder open as he usually did.\nDespite the fact the ship was designed for battle it was fairly luxurious, with dual decks, each luxuriously furnished. Kynslive brought Fey onto the second deck into a small lounge, where he yielded control of her mind, but kept his presence in her mind."
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"value": "Fey was mostly aware of the trip through the city, though the surroundings blurred slightly from a combination of the speed and her distraction as she attempted to wrest control of her mind back from the strange man from the bar. While she couldn't control her motion, a rough, dark expression began to appear on her face, and her teeth gritted. Her canines elongated very slightly into a delicate pair of points, and her breath began to hiss. While he had the control, she was still roughly fighting him.\nThe trip in the speeder flew past in a blur, and by the time they reached the ship she was mentally and physically exhausted. A few tiny flecks of perspiration dotted her face beneath her russet hair, and her eyes had taken a slightly orange-yellow hue characteristic of many Sith. Mostly, the colour was due to her fury at losing control, and when she lost her temper, sometimes parts of her physiology changed, due to her shapeshifting nature. The only changes so far were the teeth and the eyes, and both were hardly noticeable.\nShe hadn't been expecting the sudden yield of control, and she jerked harshly when it flooded back to her. A sharp gasp came from her, and then she took a step back, tensing, and her face screwed up in an ugly snarl.\n\"That,\" she growled \"Was rude.\" But she knew better than to put her hands near her weapons, or attack him just yet. She could feel him. Her arms crossed under her breasts tightly, and she shifted uncomfortably, her eyes flickering and inspecting the room every few seconds from the corners of her eyes, before returning her gaze to his face. \"What was the point tothat?!\""
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"value": "Kynslive sealed the doors to the ship and walked over to a small compartment, opening it. Inside was a galore of Sith holocron's. He opened the pack he had been carrying and carfully sorted the contents onto separate shelves with other holocrons, sorting them carefully. He then sealed the door with a very unique lock that sealed itself with a specialized holocron that required one to activate the holocron to gain access.\nHe then turned to Fey whom he had ignored until now. \"What is your name?\" It was a simple question that he already knew the answer too since he had already visited her mind. The question was simply a test to see if she knew that he already had most of his questions answered. Testing how much she knew of the dark side, perhaps she was greatly knowledgeable, or perhaps she knew nothing and was simply shrouded in the dark side. He would soon find out for himself if she knew anything worth learning."
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"value": "The city was quiet except for the constant stream of rain and lightning that lashed out over the city. The thunder struck as lightning ripped across the sky. Beast boy sighed and sat back on the couch as he kept flipping through the channels, most not working due to the lightning storm they were experiencing. \"Great nothing on and nothing working can this day get any worse?\" As soon as he said the lightning tore across the sky and struck the ground knocking out the power to the titan tower. \"Apparently it can.\" He sighed and just shook his head sitting on the couch.\nRobin looked outside and shook his head as the lightning kept arcing across the sky. \"Something about this just doesn't feel right, Like its not natural and I know how odd that sounds but it just doesn't seem right and some of the lightning is actually striking the ground and that is RARELY normal to happen so many times.\" Robin walked back over to the living room and when the power shut off he knew something wasn't right. \"All right now I know something is up. Titans be on guard.\"\nOutside the city where the lightning had struck the smoke began to clear. \"Oh wonderful job.\" \"I know what I was doing, it was a short cut.\" \"You know what you're doing you know what you're doing, If I had a penny for every time you said that I wouldn't be needing this gold!\" Fear growled ready to smack his brother Chaos across the head. \"Both of you, shut up, We're here so now we need to infiltrate into the tower and take it over so that the defenses of this planet are gone. Then the rest of the team can get through.\" Fear and Chaos looked over and nodded. \"All right all right.\" Shadow just shook his head and looked at them. \"Remember we want them alive, No use in killing them so fear, ease off on the power.\" Shadow looked up at Titan tower. \"First the tower then the world.\""
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"value": "Raven stood quiet in the tower, casually watching the lightening strike outside in odd amounts. The girl seeming unchanged but the sudden loss of power as well. \"Robin's right..lighting doesn't strike like this. Something is definitely up.\" She watched the tower carefully as it lay covered in darkness, the only light seeming to be from the lighting that struck. When she was given that chance she studied the tower, waiting to capture something out of the usual within the tower.\n\"Aw maaan, you just had to say something didn't you BB? You know once you say that, something always happens!\" spoke Cyborg, glaring over at the Beast Boy, as if to blame him for their loss of power. His red eye glowed dimly in the darkness of the tower, sighing he moved to stand once hearing Robin about staying alert. He calculated the tower, like Raven, waiting to something out of the norm.\nStarfire stayed close to Robin, a small squeak escaping from the girl as the power went out. She still was not quite use to the sudden power outage, making the tower seem to change completely. \"Do you think we may be under attack?\" she spoke in a curious tone. Raising her hand it quickly became engulfed in a green ball of energy, allowing her fellow team members to better see the tower then with just the light from the lighting outside."
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"value": "Beast Boy looked at Cyborg and sighed. \"Oh COME ON CY! it's Not my fault.\" He then looked over at Robin and Starfire and just shrugged. \"well if something is coming this way don't you think we should get ready for what ever may be coming our way?\" how true beastboy's words rung that night. They should bet starting to get prepared for what ever was coming their way but what was coming would be something they had never faced before. Robin looked at Starfire and nodded. \"I think it may be a direct attack against the tower. Titans GO!\" Robin quickly rushed out. \"Cyborg you and Beastboy take the basement levels, Starfire, Raven take the top floors and roof. I'll take the direct center.\"\nThe team was all ready for their raid against Titan tower. They had everything they would need to be able to subdue any of the titans which ever they met. Shadow looked at fear and Chaos. \"Fear I want you to cover their top, Chaos you've got ground floor and I'll go to the front door and welcome myself to the new home.\" Fear looked at his brother and nodded before pulling their masking over their heads. The green glow of the illumination lights giving an eerie look to them. Quickly Fear moved through the cliff-side and up along the side of the tower keeping out of direct sight. He was right at the top ready to climb over the lip and onto the roof. Chaos quickly rushed out and went for the basement, sliding through an old window then creeping inside. Shadow walked up to the main doors setting the charges. \"Knock knock\"."
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"value": "Cyborg snorted, shaking his head a bit \"Your the one saying 'Oh it can't get any worse' So as far as I'm concerned, it's your fault BB.\" he argued with the green male. Though quickly put that aside once hearing Robin giving out his orders, a sharp nod coming from the half robotic man. \"You got it. Let's go BB!\" Quickly he took off through the tower, heading towards the basement to meet any intruders who may have already entered.\nRaven nodded her head \"Right.\" Keeping her hood over her head she started through the tower, heading up towards the roof. Starfire was also quick to follow \"Yes, please be careful Robin.\" she spoke, being as he would not have any partner to fight with. Flying quickly she caught up to Raven, the two girls now both flying through the tower to gain quicker access to the roof. Once reaching the top the two stood back to back, careful of their surroundings in the rainy, dark night."
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"value": "Beastboy just shook his head and headed off with cyborg heading down the many stars of the tower before finally getting to the basement and looking around. \"You don't really think there is anyone down here now do you? I mean whats the point in coming from the bottom, its too big to head up and you'd get spotted coming up.\" Beast boy just laughed abit and looked around. \"See no one here.\" He was sient for some time before a voice replied to him. \"Oh I don't think so.\" Chaosreplied as he had his sword resting on the ground lightly tapping his foot. \"Its quite useful actually. attack the bottom and it all comes crumbling down.\"\nFear climbed over silently in the darkness onto the roof. the glow from his eyes hidden by the darkness of the night, if spotted it would of been mistaken as just the reflection from the lights from something in the city. \"I guess I always get the good ones.\" Fear laughed to himself once he had eyed up both the two girls Raven and Starfire. He licked his lips thinking that he was the lucky one of the squad. Slowly drawing his sword he watched the pair, he couldn't help but oogle them. ShadowWalked to the door and drew his sword. \"Release\" and with the words uttered the doors seemed to explode and fly out. Robin quickly turned hearing the explosion before he hardly got enough time to jump back from the edge of a sword to his face."
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"value": "\"I don't know BB, but just keep an eye out ok? If one is coming up from the bottom, means there could be more elsewhere.\" he spoke sternly. He looked around carefully in the darkness of the basement a small light flipping out above his shoulder, about to agree with Beast boy and no one seeming to be down there, before he heard the voice. Quickly his actions changed, standing in a defensive mode now, turning to face the noise he glared at Chaos. \"Who are you?\" he had to question, in all their years of fighting he had never met this guy before.\nA small sherik could be heard from Starfire as she felt herself thrown in a different direction from the explosion. Though just as quick as she was to fall, she moved to hover above the ground, both her fists shining with green orbs. Raven grunted as she felt her own body thrown from the door behind them exploding, though like Starfire she moved quickly to raise as well. Both the girls now facing the door, waiting for their oppent to show himself to them."
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"value": "Chaos watched Cyborg and looked him over before hoisting his sword up over his shoulder letting it tap against the metal of his suit. \"much alike you and I are. But yet, So different and unique.\" He looked over at Beastboy and tilted his head. \"You...are jsut, well..weak.\" He sighed. \"Not much of a challenge.\" looking back over to Cyborg, Chaos nodded. \"I guess its only fair you know the name of the one who is going to beat you, I am Chaos, That is my name and all you need to know warrior, Now.. DIE!\" He rushed at Cyborg and swung the blade down from his shoulder hoping to bring it to contact with Cyborg's arms to cleave them right off.\nFear watched Starfire and nodded as he held his sword out and launched his chain. it shot in between them and stuck into the side of the tower behind the girls. He grinned and let it recall him giving him the needed speed to swoop past Starfire and grab her placing his sword across her neck. He stopped at the other side of the roof holding Starfire in one arm with the blade across her neck. his other hand free and able to draw upon many objects should raven try to fight. \"Now now I wouldn't want to lop off your pretty friend's head just because you decided to attack. No it would be smart for you to just surrender now.\""
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"value": "In spite of Severus Snape's pretenses to the contrary, he remembered her. Gryffindor. Obnoxious. Less dense than some, more spoiled than most. It had been a few years since she had left Hogwarts, and it couldn't be long enough.\nNow, as her interview drew near, he was decanting a Philtre of Focus for the seventy-first time. Soon it would be ready, and the miserable little imps he had been tasked to herd would cease to be a distraction for good. The annoyance could have been worse, perhaps - he could have been forced to remain Headmaster - but that was cold comfort. Everything had been easier when he had been roundly hated.\nJust that morning, an idiot Gryffindor had smiled at him! What did a man have to do to make his stance clear? Now the very same people who had whispered 'Coward' for years wore the mask of affability, beaming, inviting him to drink. Doubtless they expected him to 'forgive their misunderstanding.' Worst of all, as always, were the students. Children who had lived in fear now lived in fatuous complacence, as if the Dark Arts had ceased to exist when the Death Eaters had disbanded. Potter himself was growing lax in his Occlumency, and Granger had taken 'time off' for 'personal reasons.'\nWell. Nobody would ever accuse him of letting his pupils become fat and weak. When the next evil came, they would face it, secure in the knowledge that it couldn't possibly be as awful, as cruel, as horrific as Professor Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin, Potions Master, and Professional Greasy Git. And the new order would begin with this interview.\nTwenty years old! Madness. Even if this 'student teacher' candidate was one of McGonagall's old favorites, and could thus be assured of her place, he would show her the seriousness, and tenuousness, of her position."
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"value": "Whether it was a case of nerves or the simple fact that the bacon she had scarfed down for breakfast wasn't agreeing with her, one thing was for certain, Lexie feltterriblyill.\nThe moment she had stepped foot into Hogwarts, a strong feeling of nostalgia had struck her harder than one would expect. Of course, one couldn't truly admit to enjoying school without sounding completely pathetic but she would not lie to herself. Her years at Hogwarts had easily been the best she'd ever experienced in her short life. Many would expect a child born of great wealth to have a certain claim to a happiness robbed of the less fortunate and while she had been rightfully spoiled in material aspects, Lexie could not truthfully say that she was happy there. She had always been completely different from her parents. For one, she didn't care for their constant desire to mingle with those that they deemed superior, nor did she care for their negative influence. No matter how many times they had attempted to hammer this pure-blood supremacist thoughts into her young mind, Lexie simply had not listened.\nRight from the beginning, her parents had feared that their daughter was not living up to their expectations and Lexie would not dissuade them from such notions. She had a fascination with muggles that could possibly rival that of Arthur Weasley and her habit of befriending those of a lower social class clearly worried the parental unit. But perhaps the greatest blow of all was when their precious child was sorted into the dreaded Gryffindor house, eternal enemy of Slytherin where both Mr. and Mrs. Stone had been sorted years ago.\nNaturally, Lexie had been ecstatic. In her eyes, nothing could be more fulfilling than being sorted into the house she had secretly dreamed of for years. The rift that this caused between her and her parents only grew as the years passed and as the days darkened, so did their hearts. Many a family had been torn apart ever since the return of Voldemort who's name she refused to fear even then. It was no easy choice for her to abandon the parents who while had forced their own ideals onto her, had still clothed her and fed her and perhaps even loved her, faults and all. But there really could not be any other choice. Lexie would not side with those who agreed with such ludicrous ideas.\nShe was 17 when she last spoke to her parents. Every year at Hogwarts had been cherished and now that she was back, she intended to make the most of it. Even if she meant to teach now rather than learn.\nAs a student, Lexie had always been fairly adept. She had gotten top marks in transfiguration and charms and did quite well for herself in defense against the dark arts. Her only real weak point had always been potions. Lexie would have liked to think that she was nowhere near as incompetent as her old potions professor had led on but then, taking anything the man said to heart was foolhardy indeed. Anyone with a half a brain knew well enough that the old git went out of his way to embarrass and insult those belonging to Gryffindor house. She had been no different.\nThe girl couldn't help but frown at the unpleasant memories of dealing with the overgrown bat's leering presence behind her as she mechanically chopped her ingredients. He was truly terrifying in those days. Regardless of how well she did, the git had no praise in him and as such, there came a point where she simply stopped caring.\nSighing, the considerably tall young witch straightened out her posture, long black hair now held in a tight bun. She felt rather odd dressed the way that she was. Usually she would let loose her dark locks and stroll about in the finest of gowns but shedidintend on making a good impression and she hardly expected Snape to care for physical attributes.\nLexie held a natural grace that allowed her to appear as if she were utterly calm and collected even if she were anything but. The sight of the potions master was already making her stomach knot uncomfortably. The old embarrassment of having him talk down to her was already beginning to colour her cheeks, despite the fact that he hadn't even said anything yet. Though, shewasa Gryffindor for a reason and she wouldn't stand there idly and allow him to intimidate her anymore. She was no longer the student. He would have to respect her as an adult.\nShe hoped.\nClearing her throat to get his attention, Lexie put on her most reserved of expressions before speaking out in a formal tone.\n\"Professor?\""
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"value": "Snape raised his left hand in the universal gesture for 'Do not interrupt this delicate and dangerous work.' Stir clockwise. Clockwise. Clockwise. Clockwise, but more slowly. As the brew reached the turning point, a cloud of choking, green smoke rose from the cauldron and dissipated away from Snape; his visitor may, perhaps, have caught a whiff of Ashwinder eggs. Now counterclockwise, slowly. Then counterclockwise again, but faster, faster, and faster still. Add a half-pinch of Siberian Ginseng. Hold the phial up to the light, and wait for the very instant the green liquid begins to cloud... there. Decant at once.\nIt was done. As Snape stoppered the bottle and sealed it with wax, he spoke without looking up from the task. \"Miss Stone. You are late.\"\nThe girl could hardly argue with the looming grandfather clock, could she? Surely she could see that the big serpent was on the nine, and the little snake was on the one. And even if this wasn't absolutely accurate, it was absolutelyright.Any clock could show you an accurate time, but this one showed visitors the time they ought to see. The time they deserved.\nA little peevishly, Snape waved Lexie to a chair, like a grown man forced to tolerate someone's misbehaved child, then settled behind his desk and appraised her appearance. Once again, matters could have been far worse. She had unusually reserved dress-sense for a Gryffindor, and her hair was almost practical. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted that she hadn't dressed this way as a student. Therefore, either she genuinely respected the 'interview process,' or she genuinely feared his disapproval. Better to keep her off-balance, then. He leaned forward slightly, causing a few strands of disheveled hair to fall into his eyes, and humorlessly smiled. \"A student teacher! How interesting.\"\nHe settled back slightly and steepled his fingers, unconscious that this revealed an unseemly rent in the left elbow of his robes. Had he known that even a newcomer could see how the past month's revelations had worn on him, he'd have been mortified. A spy should not wear their heart on their sleeve, or at their elbow. Nonetheless, uncharacteristically blind to these signs, Snape confidently baited his hook.\n\"It makes one wonder if I should treat you as a student, or as a teacher. What do you think, Miss Stone?\""
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"value": "Of course. One could never dream of interrupting such a delicate procedure. He was practically performing some sort of muggle method of open-heart surgery, wasn't he?\nLexie resisted the urge to roll her bright blue eyes and reminded herself that her esteemed potions professor had an obvious hard-on for such things. She could almost remember his little speech during her first year. It was hard to forget. What was it?Bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death?Right. At that age, she had been far more fascinated with the uncanny billowing of his robes than putting a stopper in anything. Though, she couldn't think too poorly of him now. He had really shown his true colours throughout this entire nasty ordeal with Voldemort.\nLexie tilted her head to the side, almost as if this allowed her a better view of Snape at work. She wasn't as guilty as others. Oh no! She had definitely been among those rare few who deemed Severus Snape agood guy, as it were. Dumbledore was the reasoning behind this. She had always put her full faith in the old wizard, partly because her parents had done the complete opposite. Aside from all that, Lexie had always deemed his malevolent appearance too obvious. Perhaps she spent too much time watching those muggle horror films but if that were the case then Snape would definitely not be the bad guy. Nay, in some strange twist he would be the one to save them all! In a sense, he had. The man had done a lot and Lexie did not easily forget.\nGaze softening considerably, Lexie broke away from her thoughts only to be met with the usual reprimanding tone that only Snape could dish out so well. Her eyes immediately found the clock and she couldn't help but frown just the slightest. Late? It had not even occurred to her that she ought to check the time. The momentary panic that washed over her was quickly masked by a look of utter neutrality. Choosing not to honour him with a reply unless absolutely necessary, Lexie strode over to the directed chair across from the potions master, crossing one impossibly long leg over the other as she sat. Her posture felt stiff to her but she refused to allow her aching spine some release. Impressing Snape was no easy task and she was the farthest thing from Slytherin without being Godric Gryffindor himself.\nAs a student, she had always felt terribly uneasy under that stare. She always had the nagging suspicion that he was invading her mind and discovering all kinds of nasty things to use to his advantage. Naturally when she had discovered his being a Legilimens she hadn't been the least bit surprised. Still, it was unsettling all the same.\nResisting the urge to chew her lip raw as she always did when nervous, Lexie attempted the impossible task of occluding her mind to any and all probing he may have deemed necessary. One could never tell with Severus Snape. The sarcasm in his tone was not missed and Lexie made it a point to not react. Why play right into his hands and give him what he desired? She would not lose her temper and she wouldnotlose this job.\nAll at once, the fierce Gryffindor determination seemed to return, those blue eyes practically blazing with ambition. Her gaze dropped down to his fingers and for a moment, all thoughts of Occulumency escaped her as she studied the slender fingers. This was perhaps one of the few things, if not the only thing that she had always admired about Snape. He had the most beautiful hands she had ever seen. The fingers were long and pale and capable of performing all kinds of near-impossible tasks. They appeared to her, the hands of an artist and while Lexie had no real love for potions, she could grudgingly admit that it could be seen as an art-form.\nFor what seemed like the umpteenth time, those smooth, velvety tones cut through her reverie and Lexie had enough sense to catch the bold question. She could already feel the anger flaring up in the pit of her stomach. What kind of a ridiculous question was that? She was here to teach, not to be bullied into submission by some git who could not even afford to mend his robes when they clearly needed it!\nQuite forgetting herself, Lexie narrowed her eyes and directed her cool gaze at his elbow. \"You might want to take care of that,professor.\"\nNever mind that she had no business saying anything about his attire but then, she would silently justify her actions by reminding herself that he had no business treating her like some sort of incompetent child.\n\"While life is a continuing learning process and believe me, sir, Idointend to learn from the best,\" here her eyes would flicker back to his face and linger there for as long as it took for the message to be made clear, \"I think it would be counter-productive of you to treat me as a pupil if I intend to break past those boundaries and become a full-fledged teacher.\"\nThere. She had said her piece and now she could only await his scathing rebuttal with bated breath."
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"value": "Legilimency wasn't even a remote temptation. If Snape were caught prying into a student teacher's mind, it would mean a scandal, but his reluctance ran deeper than that. As much as he scoffed at Gryffindor ideas of chivalry, the war's end had left him the luxury to establish cleaner rules, and one of them was that Legilimency was for special circumstances only. He was a private man, and if he infringed upon the privacy of others without reason, how could he possibly consider himself their better? It was different for a spy, of course, but he was a spy no longer.\nIn any case, why bother? As far as he was concerned, the girl had little mind to read. At best, he could hope to see the idealistic hero fantasies of a young, dense teacher. At worst... he preferred not to contemplate the worst-case scenario for the contents of this girl's psyche.\nSnape's brow furrowed ever-so-slightly when she looked at his elbow.Ah. Lamord must have struck closer than I thought. Not terrible, as first strikes go - from him or her.But if he was surprised that Stone had taken the offensive so quickly, it didn't register on his face. After all, this was how Gryffindors were; doubtless she would get on splendidly with Minerva. \"Thank you for bringing that to my attention, Miss Stone. Perhaps you'd care to recommend a tailor? A shampoo?\"\nIf she rose to the lure, he would crush her like the impudent thing she was. Simple as that. But if her first sally had been reasonably adept, her next response left her so vulnerable that he'd have been a fool not to press the offensive.\n\"'A continuing learning process?' 'Counter-productive?' 'Break past those boundaries?'\" said Snape, a touch incredulously. \"Such language may pass at the Beauxbatons Business School, but we arecivilizedhere. Answer again, if you please...\"\nHe drew himself up to full height, and peered at her over his hawklike nose. \"... in English.\""
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"value": "Lexie, who had been clenching her hands so tightly only became aware of this when her sharp nails threatened to break skin. She may have been high-strung but she would never be accused of ever interrupting. Regardless of the fact that she was being talked-down to by the most infuriating of individuals that she had come across, she would always manage to allow others to say their part. What Snape had to say would have been enough to instigate a verbal argument of epic proportions if it weren't for the sudden realization that she was there for a reason.\nBreathing through her nostrils, the girl silently composed herself and focussed on the spot just between Snape's eyes. She didn't dare look directly into those dark pools of black now. She was almost certain that it would cause her to erupt and royally destroy her chances.\n\"What I meant to say is,professorthat you may treat me as you see fit but I'm here for one reason alone and that is to teach.\"\nAll right. So perhaps the frank bitterness in referring to him in such a manner was a little more apparent than she ought to have made it but her answer was the plain and simple truth. As much as shelovedthese little battles with the potions master, she had come there in hopes of becoming a part of what she liked to call the Hogwarts family. It was true that she was often too easy-going to even be considered for such a position but she was ambitious and held a fierce love for Hogwarts that could not be easily tarnished.\nLowering her gaze for the briefest of moments, Lexie observed the sharp indents that were now visible on her pale palms. She really did need to learn how to control that anger. Perhaps it came with being a Stone or perhaps Snape was just that much of an arse. She opted to believe in the latter as her eyes once again found that horribly pallid face.\nBy Merlin, that nose was extraordinary! If it weren't completely inappropriate to do so, Lexie would have laughed out loud at her own silly but perfectly valid thoughts.\nUnable to conceal the slight smile tugging at her lips, Lexie felt the former anger momentarily evaporate as she spoke out in what she hoped was a respectful tone, or at least enough to placate the bastard.\n\"Teaching at Hogwarts would be most rewarding, sir, and I believe you'll find that I am quite capable of performing the necessary tasks required of my position.\"\nLexie paused, almost as if having an after-thought. \"It'll be fun.\""
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"value": "It took no special gift to see the fire here, the anger, the ambition that could flare and fade at a moment's notice, as needed. This was no mere Gryffindor defiance; ending on the rebuttal would have been that. But relaxing into a smile, as if nothing had been said... the girl had promise. But Snape did not smile back.\n\"'Treat you as I see fit?' I shall hold you to that.\" A moment's pause. \"But if you are to succeed, you must not be here solely to teach. Not even if you find it more 'rewarding' than the Flamel Prize and more 'fun' than... whatever your friends do to amuse themselves.\" His gaze waxed intense. \"You must be here to protect and punish, to stand fast and move swiftly, and tolearn.If you do not learn quickly...\"\nHe slid a notice across the desk to her. \"... this man will kill you.\"\nA handsome wizard in his fifties smiled gamely from the notice, poised and confident, projecting a wholesomeness that belied the text underneath:\nRODERIC LAMORD\nKnown aliases: The Edge Wizard; Mr. Black; Mr. White\nWanted for murder, treason, conspiracy, and traffic in the Dark Arts.\nDo not approach!\nWe will meet in three hours, twenty-two minutes, and five seconds to discuss this threat.\nThis meeting is ABSOLUTELY MANDATORY for all staff and prospective staff!\n- Prof. S. Snape\nAs if on cue, Lamord's grin twisted into a sadistic rictus, lips parted to reveal teeth filed to vicious points. As the fugitive preened, the time continued to tick down as Snape spoke. \"I would have preferred that you remain off our campus while we attended to this... but it seems that Professor McGonagall wishes you tried in the fire, as it were.\"\nHe gave a bemused shrug. \"I do hope you are as competent as you claim to be.\"\nAt that very moment, unknown to either of them, a two-headed crow swooped low over Hogwarts. Three caws split the air, and it was gone."
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"value": "The air in the room had suddenly grown chilly and while Lexie was one of those rare cases who actually preferred cold weather to the the warmth, she still couldn't help but rub a soothing hand down her goosebump-ridden arm. Whether Snape noticed this or not, he gave no indication and she ceased her movements entirely, gaze now fixed upon the notice he had slid forth.\nIt was true. Ever since Voldemort's fall, wizards and witches alike had lulled themselves into this false sense of security. Many people had begun to think that with the likes of Potter and Snape himself alive, they were perfectly safe. Lexie would never have considered a realist by any means. She had a habit of daydreaming about a desired life and often such dreams could cloud her judgement but one look at the maniacal wizard and she knew thatsafewasn't exactly the operative word.\nDid she feel even the slightest bit of fear? Not exactly, but this was partly due to the fact that she had yet to see what she was up against. As expected, the daunting weight of her responsibility was becoming more and more apparent to her now as she continued to study the notice, the words long since having stopped making sense. Was she ready for that kind of responsibility?\nFinally tearing her lovely eyes away from Lamord's unpleasant mug, Lexie rested her gaze on Snape who easily could have been scrutinizing her and justwaitingfor her to cave and submit to cowardice. Hey, she couldn't contradict her Gryffindor tendencies now, could she?\nAll thoughts of presenting a desirable demeanour now diminished and she was left with nothing but understanding and compliance that rarely crossed the beautiful features of her youthful face.\n\"I understand, sir, and I'm willing and...\" A pause, albeit a short one. \"...and able to do what is required of me. I give you my word that you'll receive nothing but my best effort in ensuring that I'm valuable to Hogwarts and its students.\"\nEyes darting to her delicate hands for just a moment, Lexie quickly glanced back up at her former professor and finished off what she meant to say. \"...and its staff.\""
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"value": "Snape relented, almost. As vital as it was to assert his position, it wouldn't do to rub Minerva the wrong way right now. She'd suggested that he restrain himself, and, while he resented the implication that she knew better, her point was taken. He didn't have to put on a front for the Dark Lord anymore. Showing Gryffindors their place was enjoyable, but it could harm her chances of synchronizing with her Slytherin partner.\nAnd the last thing he wanted was to get his own candidate of choice killed. The boy was one of the few Slytherins with the sense to oppose the Dark Lord, and he would make a marvelously principled teacher, the kind that brooked no nonsense and suffered no stupidity.\n\"I suppose we'll see,\" he said, turning away slightly to check how his philtre was settling. \"I'm not impressed with your performance thus far, Miss Stone, but I've seen worse.\"\nA compliment! He never thought he'd see the day he'd so extravagantly compliment an insouciant Gryffindor.Tempora mutantur.\nThe fight - at least, the fight againsthim- had gone out of her, for the most part. As much as he enjoyed their sparring match, it was time to move on to better things. He put down the potion and gave the girl his full attention once more. Two more questions, and they would be done. \"I have another question for you, Miss Stone. Answer well.\"\nHe had been told that he 'talked like he couldn't let his lips touch his teeth,' and that may have been true right now. He spat the words like venom:\n\"What do you need to live?\""
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"value": "A crack tore open the skies over Norse lands, the green field instantly turned black as the sun seemed to dissolve in a fiery blackness. The people of this land, a small viking clan that prowled the coast, watched in fear and fascination as the sky tore itself apart as if some monstrous beast was trying to claw itself through. The clouds burst into blood-red fire and the for the scared mortals on the ground it seemed as though Ragnarok had truly come at last.\nUnfortunately for them, it was something much worse.\n\"KRATOS!\" The Greek god Zues bellowed from atop his chariot, all his might being used to cast out the God of War Kratos. For all his might Kratos found himself being ripped apart, his actions finally pushing Zues to this end. Not death, but banishment. The Greek Gods had found Kratos and his crimes to heavy for their lands to bear and have decreed for him to be cast out, far from land of his birth and indeed the birth of any Spartan. The lands of the Norse, a land under the rule of different Gods that those of Mount Olympus dared not trifle with for fear that the ensuing war would unmake all of existence. It was their, they believed, Kratos would surely meet his end.\nThe God of War fell from the heavens, a blazing comet that lit everything around as it cut the air. Kratos showed no fear as he got one last look at the god of Olympus, only boiling rage, as the rip in the sky folded back in of itself and Kratos crashed into the ground.\nThe land shook as the impact tore through the ground creating a huge crater in its wake. The Norsemen watched and waited from a safe distance, waiting for the smoke to clear before approaching. The proud warriors had no fear, only caution as they approached the smoldering hole. Their leader took the first look over the side, casting his gaze down towards the center were a human-shaped figure could be seen climbing out.\nThe men readied their weapons as a large, pale hand rose from the crater and dug into the earth. Lifting him up Kratos got to his feet, twin blades already drawn ready to cleave something in two. His expression was at once calm and boiling over with raw fury, an interesting combination for the vikings.\n\"Where am I?\" The God of War spoke, his tongue strange and unheard of in these lands.\nThe viking clan leader stepped forward, sword drawn. He was the largest and most fiercest of his clan, never once defeated in battle and a body composed of pure muscle. His armored body sported the scars of many battles, none of which had been enough to kill him or even hamper his ability to kill. \"Drop your weapons stranger, least I cut of your hands and take them from you myself! I am...!\"\nAlmost faster than could be perceived Kratos stretched out his arm sliced the man lengthwise, the chain drawing the blood-coated sword back to his hand. He looked to the other so-called warriors with an unimpressed glance, quickly growing annoyed with the lot of them. \"I said,\" he repeated. \"Where am I?\"\nThe Vikings almost fled at the sight of their leader killed so easily. This stranger was clearly in a league far greater than their own. That was until the bravest, or perhaps the stupidest, raised his mace and charged Kratos with the intent to kill. All it took was this one act to bring down their entire clan upon him.\nKratos merely gritted his teeth, annoyed at having to deal with such flies. What happened next was hardly a battle and more akin to a slaughter. His chain blades tore through the mens bodies like air, body parts flying raining a shower of blood over the land. Not a single hit was landed on the god of war through the entire exchange, and in the end he had barely moved more than a few feet while circle of gore outlined the area around him, armor, weapons, and guts all laid out in yet another gruesome fight. At least this new land was starting out on familiar territory."
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"value": "In the land of the Norse, the death of men is not meant to be the end. For the bravest of warriors, it was only the begining. Legends speaks of Valkyries, choser of the slain, battle maidens of the gods whose job is to bring the souls of brave warriors to Valhala. The clan that Kratos just slew, was perhaps the most powerfull clan in the region. By mortal standards, these dead warriors are amongst the finest, it was just bad luck that they had to run into the god of war. As the crimson blood stains the pure white snow, a heavenly light descended upon the encampment. A glorious sight it was, as Valrisa, Choser of the slain floats down from the sky into the battleground.\nShe surveyed the chaos, knowing full well that there are plenty of worthy warriors amongst the dead. Her eyes caught a more interesting sight though, a warrior dressed in a strange manner. It would seem that he was the one who brought this carnage about, a truly worthy warrior, but one that does not belong here.\n\"Who are you warrior? You are no mere mortal\"\nHer voice was regal, powerfull, not a helpless damsel but one with the bravery and confidence of a true warrior. \"You killed this one before he even drew his weapon. A shamefull death, one not worthy of a great warrior.\" She anounced again, turning to point at the corpse of the chieftain. As she does so, her flawless golden hair swirled around her head, before landing once more on her shoulders, framing the ever so lovely cleavage visible in the exposed area of her armor."
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"value": "Kratos watched as the woman descended upon the battlefield, at once impressed and angered by what he saw. The woman was indeed beautiful, putting many of the seductresses of Greece to shame, but she was also clearly one of the gods or at least a servant of one. That always lead to trouble. Still, his eyes traveled over her womanly form with ease. She had the body of a goddess at least, as well as the nature of a fighter. This could be interesting.\n\"I've cleaned greater warriors off the bottoms of my foot,\" he said without remorse. He studied the woman intently, thinking back on how long it had been since he had lain with a woman. Maybe he would have a chance to rectify that soon. \"And I care not for any claims of worth from these wretched souls. He should have minded himself.\"\nHe stepped forward into a puddle of blood, hands gripping his chained swords. \"I am Kratos, cast out from Greece by the gods for insulting their infernal pride and you woman,\" he raised his arm, weapon in hand, strait for her. \"Will tell me where I am.\""
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"value": "Cocking her head to the right, she tried taking a measure of the newcomer. He was without a doubt a warrior worthy of Valhalla, yet he claims to be an outcast of the Greek gods. For many years the Olympians were considered a weaker pantheon by the Norse, their claim to be civilized is one that didnt impress the Aesirs, who would much rather embrace warfare than abhor it. Perhaps it is that this man was meant to be here, instead of Greece.\n\"This, brave warrior..\" She started, stepping forward undaunted by the blade pointed at her. \"Is Midgard!\"\nA sudden lunge forward brought her within a few feet of Kratos, short wide bladed sword flashing at the man, faster than any Greek heroes ever managed. She was no mere maiden, no mere servant of the gods. She is a Valkyrie, a warrior supreme that stands heads and shoulders above any mortal. And she wants to test him."
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"value": "Kratos saw her muscles tense the second before she moved, giving him just enough time to react. The God of War, the most powerful warrior in Greece and soon enough this barbaric land, his swords blocking her attack and redirecting it to the side. He stepped back, eying the woman's voluptuous form and movements, finding himself feeling that age-old desire he had in between his bloodlusts. This woman was unlike the others back home, being stronger that even the men of Sparta it seemed. This was something that interested him.\nHe decided he would have her.\nWith a battle cry he lunged forward, blades thrusting forward in a blur of red steel. He exchanged with her a flurry of blows, testing her defenses and seeing just how strong she was. Each and every time his blades landed the blood from the vikings flew off, a grim reminder of how they got here."
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"value": "Blow for blow the valkyrie matched him, their speed being on equal footing. He was impressive, far superior than any other warrior she ever met. Her blades flashed around her to block the fluid motions of his Chaos blade. The battle went hours and hours at such a violent pace that any mortal would tire by now.\n\"You are a great warrior!\" She yelled out, rushing him with a lethal stab aimed at his stomach, but he was too fast. Crashing forward, she went straight through the wall of the nearest house. It was the hall of the clan, a stone building with a large long table in the middle. Here the clan would have their feasts, telling tales as they enjoy their food and wine. Today, it willl be witness to another feast, far more glorious than food and wine. Today it shall be the witness of an act of carnal lust so savage it will be the start of Asgards downfall.\nRising from her knee, the Valkyrie slowly turned around to face her opponent."
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"value": "She wouldn't see him coming. All she would see were the twin blades slam into the ground beside her, pulling the God of War towards her and slamming him into her backside. The Valkyrie was sent colliding into the Celtic wall, the wood splintering beneath her. It was a blow that would have killed any mortal woman but not her. If it had Kratos would not have been nearly as interested.\n\"Come here!\" He growled, whipping his blade so one wrapped around her upturned leg. Before she would have a chance to react he dragged her to the middle of the room before he charged, grabbing her hair and twisting her body up so that the red chains could wrap around her chest, pressing her breasts upwards and her arms to her sides. Now the viking angel was soundly trapped, her body captured for anything Kratos might have planned for it."
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"value": "The glorious sun of Costa Del Sol beat down upon the flower girl from Midgard.Aerithsquinted into the distance, noting the sparkle of the light upon the water. It all looked quiet picturesque and lovely, just perfect for a romantic getaway. of course, they were on the run from Shinra and chasing Sephiroth. That killed most of the romance. As if it mattered, the one person who Aerith wouldn't mind spending more time with had ran off to train or something. The man just couldn't relax. At least Zack could manage that.\nSighing, Aerith sat down on the beach, staring at the waves. She hadn't even bothered with a bathing suit, mostly because she didn't have one yet. Instead she wore her usual dress, the long pink fabric trailing on the sand. Her hands dug into the ground, and it was then that she remembered something. Reaching into her pockets, Aerith withdrew a small, pink materia. Yuffie had found it and actually given it over to Aerith. That alone was suspicious enough, even though the ninja had insisted it was an extension of good will or something. Yuffie had also said that it would probably be best if Aerith used it, even hinting at a few targets. Apparently it was supposed to be a charm materia. It sounded appealing, but Aerith didn't know if she really wanted to try an unknown materia.\n\"Besides, I don't even know what I\"m supposed to use it on,\" muttered Aerith. She was about to slide it back into her pocket when she heard someone walking toward her. Turning, Aerith saw the familiar form of her fellow fighter, Tifa. The girl blinked, and decided to go ahead and wave the other girl over. Maybe Tifa would have some idea about the materia. Even if she didn't, company was better than being alone."
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"value": "It would be good to be able to relax for a while. Just some time to do what they wanted to do, forget about the real matters at hand. Forget about Sephiroth, forget about the grief of those they had left behind, of those they had lost, Biggs, Wedge, Jessie, those who hadnt been quick enough to escape Sector 7 when the plate fell. At least, that was the plan; undoubtedly it wouldnt be that easy. At least she might be able to get somewhat of a suntan while they were here.\nAnd soTifaheaded for the beach and the clear waves of the ocean, the sun beating down on her bare shoulders, a rolled up towel held under her arm. She stood for a moment, looking around the beach, feeling the sand under her feet. Her eyes then drifted across Aerith sitting, looking at something in her hands. Tifa frowned slightly, seeing Aerith was still in her pink dress, unlike herself who was wearing a dark bikini, which was surprisingly somewhat respectable, covering a large amount of her substantial breasts. However, it did not offer the same amount of coverage to the rest of her body, her long slender legs, hiding the strength within them, leading up to her pert, athletic rear, Her flat, toned stomach holding only slight muscle definition, and her arms only showing a portion of the power they held. A myriad of faded scars marked her skin, some bigger than others, received from the various conflicts she had participated in, they did not distract from her beauty though.\nTifa sighed softly and began walking towards Aerith, that girl really needed to loosen up.\nShe smiled at Aerith as the girl turned, blinking, before beckoning her over. She continued to walk towards her, sand shifting under her feet, warm to the touch. Hey she said, once she was near, unrolling her towel and sitting down on it with a light thump. She smiled, brushing a lock of hair away from her face as the rest hung loose down her back. The sun felt wonderful on her skin, bright and warm, and it caused her eyes to seem a more reddish shade that usual. Tifa looked around, glancing at the other people on the beach. All on your own? she asked, smiling softly. Where are the others? her voice, curious and warm."
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"value": "As Tifa drew closer, Aerith began to have second thoughts about inviting her. As usual, the fighter wore something much skimpier than the flower girl, and as usual it felt like far more eyes and attention were on her. There weren't even that many other people at the beach, and the people that mattered most to Aerith (i.e. Cloud) weren't even present, yet still the girl couldn't quite shake the feeling that she was outmatched. At least relations had been friendly. Plus Tifa was smiling, which was always a good sign.\n\"Yep, all on my own today,\" returned Aerith. She returned the smile as well, waving a hand about her to further confirm her lonely status. \"The others are out and about. I think Cloud and Barett are off training somewhere. Red was resting. Yuffie was here earlier, she gave me this,\" Aerith dug the materia out of her pocket and held it up so Tifa could see it. The sunlight from the beach caught the brilliant pink stone, almost making it appear as though it were glowing. \"She said it was a charm materia, but didn't tell me anything else.\" Aerith frowned, \"I'm a little worried though. It's not like Yuffie to just give materia.\"\nRealizing that they'd only been talking for a few seconds and already Aerith had entered serious conversation, the girl sighed. She smiled up at Tifa, rolling her eyes. \"Sorry, I guess I've just had a lot on my mind lately. I'm still not used to all this, you know. I wasn't a regular member of AVALANCHE, like you and Cloud.\"\nYes, that was still a bit of a contending bit between them, but Aerith shifted, trying to put it behind her. They were on a sunny beach without a monster or Shinra rep in sight. It was time to relax, not worry about silly little things."
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"value": "Tifa lay down as she listened to Aerith talk, still smiling. There was no reason why she shouldnt at least try to be friendly towards her. They had to fight together after all, and it wouldnt do not to trust each other, or hold grudges. Even if they were after the same thing; Cloud. And it was just like him to go off training, when they had time to just sit back and relax.\nShe kept her eyes on the ocean as Aerith continued to speak, informing Tifa of where the others were, not quite letting her guard down lest something like what happened at Junon occur. When she heard speak of Yuffie, she glanced at Aerith and the pink materia glowing in her hand. Well, the girl is a little strange, but I think she has good intentions, mostly good anyway Her voice was soft, almost drowsy, as she lay in the sun, her head tilted back exposing her slender neck.\nSeeing Aerith roll her eyes, Tifa smiled at her, perhaps she was beginning to relax, to become less serious, but then she spoke of AVALANCHE, and Tifas smile turned into a slight frown. I dont think there is an AVALANCHE anymore Aerith she sighed, her mind thinking of Jessie, Biggs and Wedge again. There is only Barret and I left. Cloud is wellCloud is Cloud she laughed slightly, brushing a lock of hair from her face.\nShe lay down again, sighing quite happily, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly as she did so. Here, in this seaside resort, the troubles they had faced and had yet to face seemed so distant. And then it finally sunk in what Aerith had said. Sitting up abruptly, Tifa stared at her.\nWhat kind of materia did you say? she asked, her voice curious and not as soft as before. Did you sayCharm materia? I didnt know that really existed, I just thought it was a story, like a fairytale. And if Aerith possessed it, she could use it on Cloud, and he wouldnt be able to help but pay attention to her. That wouldnt be good."
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"value": "\"I think you're probably right there,\" agreed Aerith, her own voice relatively breezy. There was no reason to suspect Yuffie, and everyone who joined their little group seemed to have their own agenda anyway. Even Aerith couldn't quite admit to wholly altruistic reasons for her traveling. Again her mind drifted toward a certain blonde ex-SOLDIER, which of course made her think of another ex-SOLDIER even further into her past. Her mind had just started drifting when Tifa continued.\n'I suppose. Sometimes it still feels like it's there though,' insisted Aerith. Or maybe she was just feeling that lifelong bond that Tifa and Cloud seemed to have. Something that seemed to stretch back throughout the years, to some distant past that Aerith wasn't a part of, nor ever could be. Oddly enough, her mind kept wandering down these dark paths, especially odd given how bright and sunny her surroundings were. Aerith shook her head, promising herself to focus on the now, to think of bright, sunny things once more. Or at least, think on those for the time being.\n\"Yep, charm,\" agreed Aerith. she reached up to brush aside another lock of hair before rearranging. the materia now shone in her hand as she held it up for Tifa to examine. \"Though I thought the same as you, until I saw it. It certainly seems to match all the descriptions I've heard about. Pink, shining, slightly small,\" the flower girl tossed it lightly in her hand, testing its weight and feeling the surface, \"I don't know if it works though ,and I've no idea how to use it. Maybe I should go test it or something. Maybe even on a few of these people,\" her eyes flicked toward the beach, and she smiled mischievously. Like she'd actually use an unknown materia on strangers. That struck her as being just a little too mischievous, even for her."
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"value": "\"Don't you ever sleep?\"A voice chided as the office began to fill with people after a few hours of near hallowed silence. The only people who had filled it's interior during the time most in the department were laying in bed next to loved ones and trying to dream about things not involving death had been a lone female working at her computer and the custodial crew.\n\"Sure I do.\"The female in question replied with a slight upturn of her lips as she reluctantly tore her eyes from the screen to stare at the middle-aged woman holding two cups of coffee in her hand and dressed in 'business casual'. Or as Michelle liked to call her, 'Soccer Mom Executive.'\n\"You were there at the computer when I left at five yesternight, have you moved at all? Have you eaten?!\"The older of the two harped with her now free hand on her hip and eyes glowering down at the asian woman sitting at her desk.\n\"I moved..a little.\"Michelle replied meekly as she sipped her coffee and inwardly sighed with relief. Caffiene was a gift from the Gods in her opinion and she'd been in sore need of some. But that's why she adored Majorie so much. Always knowing who needed a refill on coffee, a bite to eat or even a kind word when nerves were worn thin. Michelle had seen her tackle a grieving family in the deepest pits of despair and five minutes later, talk a hostile ex-husband out of doing something extremely stupid.\n\"Moving fingers while typing doesn't count. You know if Sanderson knew you had been here all night, he'd blow an artery. Go outside, get some air. The case will still be here when you get back. I'm the one who has to listen to that man bitch when I file all the hours away to payroll.\"Majorie huffed in mock annoyance, pulling the chair out and pointing to the office door. Slowly, Michelle got up out of her chair and skittered towards the door and was greeted by a blast of cold air and early morning sun.\nTristan would likely be arriving soon, and maybe then she could sneak back in and get back to work. The latest case to come across their desk stumped her and she hated hitting the proverbial wall. Two murders, the victims were members of Humans for Humanity, a hate group that lobbied against vampire owned businesses and urged to reinstate 'Varmant' laws, which would give any citizen legal right to hunt lycanthropes.\nAccording to the report, the victims were killed by vampires and though they showed signs of bite marks and draining, the wounds seemed wrong. Far too messy even for a new vampire and yet, where did all the extra blood go if not in a vampire's belly? And the Master of the City's decree that any members of HH that were found near his residence would be dealt with severely only made things worse.\nThe sight of the sun rising made all of those hours she'd spent reading and reviewing tapes and pictures all come to a head and she finally wilted a yawn before sipping her coffee. \"I was feeling fine until I came out here..\"She groused to herself, glancing at her reflection in the office window and trying to straighten out her hair.\nEven though she looked like something that stepped out of Seven Samurai, Michelle concidered herself more American than anything else. Even if she hadn't come to the states until she was a small girl. Her mother had wanted her to be a doctor or a housewife, but even as an infant, she followed in her father's direction and showed more interest in playing cops and robbers than dolls growing up. Now that she was pushing twenty-eight, her mother feared that she'd never recieve grandchildren from her oldest.\nAnother yawn and she shook her head while stamping her feet to get the blood moving through her body once more. Maybe she'd shock her partner and suggest an early lunch as she took another sip of her coffee."
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"value": "Tristan yawned as he entered the double doors at the entrance of the building's lobby. Sleep had been something scarce lately, but it was to be expected with this job. At the very least he had more energy than that of his human days. As he mused that thought a small flash of white showed with a toothy grin, inhuman fangs flashing briefly. Inhuman mahogany eyes were weak and weary. Dark black hair was tied back, reaching just between his shoulderblades. A few shorter strands fell in his face, giving his eyes a small level of intimacy that he couldn't possibly achieve otherwise, as weary as he was. At least, not until the caffeine was circulating his system, pumping through his veins at its normal level. Caffeine was a common commodity in the office, but his damned metabolism needed an abundance of it. Between Michelle and Tristan the amount of caffeine intake daily was scary. He took his black too. Highest of concentration. No sugar.\nAs he headed up to Michelle's office, he realized he was sort of on autopiolet today. Though, he knew it wasn't going to be an issue once he was in Michelle's company. She had enough energy and was active enough to keep him on his feet. Luckily Tristan himself had an active personality and could keep up with the most prestegious detective in the agency. It did, however, take far more effort than he liked to put forth. More so than he would have liked to admit.\nMichelle seemed a bit caught up in her relection when he first started watching her. She was a lovely little number, he couldn't help but notice. Instinctively his gaze seemed to flare to life as soon as his eyes rested upon her image. The Lycan placed a gentle knock on the door as he drew in his last leisurely breath. The rest of the day would be deticated to his partner, murders, and homicides.\n\"You're just wasting company time trying to look pretty.\" he teased as he watched her play with her hair. He was still, almost eerily so. The wolf in him often poked through his human facade and did things the normal human body wasn't capable of doing.\nWatching her body language for a few moments, he realized she was probably trying to become warm. \"I have a few propositions for you, you know? To get you all nice and warm.\" He couldn't help but flash her a handsome grin.\nCrossing the room, breaking his still stance, he loomed over her. He took a sip of his coffee and waited for her to propose the day's adjenda. Walking closer to her, he glanced over her shoulder scoping her desk for any sign of paperwork. Standing at 6'3\", it was pretty easy to do as his lean, muscled body towered over her."
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"value": "Deciding to slip back up to her office when an opportunity presented itself, she moved to the window and let the sun filter in while resting her cup on the window sill.\nTaking her hair down and readjusting the ponytail, she very nearly jumped when Tristian made his debut and sauntered in with the same stride that reminded her that her partner was no longer human.\n\"You really shouldn't stand so still like that.\"She admonished him as she turned to face him, still looping her hair through the tie while almond-shapped eyes cut here and there to take in all six foot three stature before they rolled in response to his offer to warm her.\n\"You should be neutered..\"She muttered under her breath, knowing his preternaturally sensitive hearing would catch those words before turning her attention back to the computer where the pictures taken from the murder scene she'd been obsessing over all night waited.\n\"I was here all night going over witness accounts and statements from HH, and I think we should go back to the scene. I can't think of any vampire so stupid as to walk into that group's headquarters. Not unless they were sent by someone.\"She mused, chewing her lower lip while he towered over her. Normally she didn't like being so close to people, preferred to keep a distance but Tristian was different. She trusted him with her life and then some as she liked to put it to people. Both worked in sync with one another like a pair of dancers.\n\"Plus, we should definately take an early lunch.\"She added, sheepishly rubbing the back of her head as she straightened and moved from the desk to retrieve her cup. \"I ..may have forgotten dinner last night.\"She admitted with a bit of a laugh. She had a nasty habit of forgetting a lot of things when work held her attention captive."
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"value": "Tristan grinned at the way her body reacted when she was frightened. However, it was not only her mannerisms that extracted the grin from his lips. A sick sort of pleasure was derrived from being the one to scare the shit out of her. There was nothing quite like using his more animalistic qualities against his partner. However, if anybody else did so he would have to pick a fight. Assert his dominance, protect her honor. He was the only one allowed to make her petite body twist and writhe with fear though in the most playful sense of the word.\n\"God damn, woman. Another all nighter?\" He tried to resist the urge to make another sexual crack and keep the conversation to a serious business level. He failed miserably. \"At this rate I'm going to have to start taking you home with me. At least then if you don't get any sleep you'll be having a damned good time. In the unlikely event you don't end up *nuetering* me by the end of our careers.\" He cleared his throat, adding another cocky comment. \"And trust me. You don't want to nueter me. You'll be at the mercy of the pretty little number that lives next door from me.\" Michelle probably knew there was no such woman, but he indulged himself anyway.\nHe listened to her words, mulling over every Vampire he'd ever run into. There wasn't any he could think of with enough gall either. \"Hey, if you've been here all night and you're still stumped...so am I. You and I just might have to go out and do some investigating on our own.\" he suggested taking another very long sip of coffee. As he withdrew the cup from his lips, he grinned again. \"We can pick up lunch and discuss where we're going.\"\nWith a long pause his gaze flickered towards her...concern flashing in that mahogany gaze of his. \"You had time between dinner and breakfast to eat something, so I have little sympathy for you, miss.\" That was a lie. He was very concerned for her. An obvious lie, but a lie nonetheless. \"Couldn't you at least have a midnight snack? Do I need to get you a mini fridge and a cot? You can fuck over criminals, but you can't carry out basic survival skills? Like sleep and eat?\" He had already eaten breakfast, but his appetite was insatiable some days."
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"value": "Having a lycanthrope for a partner was a blessing and a curse rolled all into one. On the one hand, his hightened senses had aided them more than once since his infection, not to mention his strength. Nothing quite said, 'I want answers' than when the charming man you stood next to benchpressed a car just to prove a point.\nOn the other hand, his predatory nature made her uneasy, which in turn seemed to excite him even more; like waving a tasty morsel of meat in front of a very, very hungry puppy. And right now, she felt like the choicest piece of meat being laid out before a starved wolf before she skittered away from him and paused mid-sip when he turned that mahoganny gaze in her direction.\n\"I'm afraid so.\"She smiled softly in response to exclamation about her pulling another all nighter if only to roll her eyes when he spoke of taking her home and of other women allegedly in his life. \"I'm sure you say that to all the overachievers.\"She teased him back, finally resuming that sip she'd been distracted out of taking while he brought them back to focus on the task at hand.\n\"I'm wondering if the group didn't decide to stage a murder scene to stir up old hate.\"Michelle mused out loud at length, setting her cup down on the desk and supporting her chin on her hand. \"Though we won't know for sure until forensics tells us for certain what the wounds were made with and how the blood was extracted. Seems quite stupid to go that far all because of hate.\"She snorted, shaking her head.\n\"I guess we're at a stalemate until we get results from the lab. I guess we could go drive out to the crime scene again and poke around, see if we missed anything?\"She suggested with a bit of a shrug, hating to hit the proverbial wall. Likely it was something obvious that was glaring right up at them but they weren't seeing it for some reason.\n\"Oh Tristian..\"She laughed when he lectured her about her lack of basic survival skills.\n\"I guess I'm no different than you sometimes.\"A grin tugging at her lips as she winked impishly. \"Once I get a hold of a bone, I just can't stop gnawing on it.\""
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"value": "As his senses had grown more keen, he'd been able to hone in on her feelings and reactions a bit better than before. As she skittered away, he could feel the slightest bit of nervousness emanate from her blood. Tristan was still extremely aware of the blood that carried this emotion through her veins and the warmth drove his senses wild with ravenous hunger. It was easy to sedate today, but some days he would have to remove himself from her presence for a few moments. However, today he chose to deal with her discomfort by cracking a joke in her general direction. Perhaps to make her squirm just a bit more. God, he loved to be the one to make her squirm. \"You know, Michelle, if you would just let me devour you sexually, I may never again have the urge to do so carnivorously.\"\nOne of the small things that Tristan did to make himself seem more human was, he wore a thing chain around his neck. It was a dulled silver, perhaps constructed of a lead based metal instead so it wouldn't harm him. By a long shot, he hoped that if anybody in the agency rose suspicion on his Lycanthropy they would think twice with all the \"silver\" he wore...He knew it was sort of a silly thought. Perhaps he was thinking too far into things.\nHis partner moved away from him, but it made him move a bit closer to her. He crossed the room behind her and leaned against the windowsill while he casually sipped on his coffee. He knew how fast her blood was pumping....and he wished she would just stop doing that. It only made matters worse. \"I don't know, is it really that ridiculous if you're trying to draw attention to yourself?\" he asked, then turned his gaze over his shoulder to watch the happenings outside of the building as he spoke. It was almost difficult not to look at her when he spoke, but he'd had his fair share of fun for the morning. Her pulse had to stop racing if this was going to be easy for the both of them. That was the downside of fucking with her head. If he did it too much, it made her too nervous...and appetizing. Well...not that she wasn't always appetizing in some form or another. The thought made a slow grin spread across his features as he turned his mahogany gaze back to meet her form once more. Whether or not she looked back, it was always a pleasure. It didn't help chase the grin from his face, but instead made it worse.\nAs expected, she threw him a bone joke...but he dodged it. He resisted any urge to make a joke about boning her. Though his obnoxiously blatant sexual nature disliked the fact. Still, he couldn't help but grin at the wit she held. He always kept his mind working...\nin some form or another."
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"value": "Most women would have melted at the sight of those eyes turned upon them with all their mischief and humor pointed in their direction. That toothy grin that made one thing of things that belonged behind closed doors and underneath tangled sheets while screaming four letter words to a deity that may or may not even exist.\nAnd then there was her; She'd love nothing more than to playfully keep up the banter, make the game last awhile or even deep down, take him up on his offer to explore all the things he claimed he could make her do, would do to her. Were not for the fear that always lingered like some uninvited guest ready to crash the party at a moment's notice.\n\"Seems a bit too much if you ask me.\"She replied, pretending to be rummaging through drawers for something. Anything to look busy. Anything to keep from staring at his backside as he stared at the window. Anything to just make it seem like she wasn't ready to scream and run away from him. Running would only make the wolf within want to chase and she didn't want to risk triggering the real predatory nature of her partner, even if it wasn't at night and a full moon.\nOh, the banter was funny, made her laugh and smile but it was a smile that never quite reached her eyes but seemed to always die somewhere else before reaching such a destination. \"I'm going to go powder my nose or whatever the cliche is. Then we can go hit the pavement.\"She announced, walking as calmly as she could for the door of the office and soon walking past Majorie who was already taking calls and notes for one of the many officers in the unit. A few other individuals lifted their heads as she passed by to nod in greeting to her while on their phones or hastily jotting something down as they settled in for the day.\nOnce she reached the women's room, she turned the faucet on and splashed cold water on her face as though to freshen and perk herself up. She'd take a few moments to wash her face, her neck so as to give her a refreshed appeareance before tackling the world. And hopefully prevent their superior, Mark Sanderson, from being suspicious of her not going home. Not like he wouldn't know when he looked at her hours but at least she could hopefully pull the wool over his eyes for a little while."
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"value": "There were times he would trade in his more primal aspect just to have back the way she used to look at him. It didn't take much to push those dark thoughts back. The last thing he needed was it to peak through and be used against them. Not that he would make the deal if it were offered to him, because being able to protect her was much better than being able to stand in a room with her without making her uncomfortable.\nWithout realizing he was doing it again, he froze. Still and stealthy, but there was nothing to pounce at the moment. Simply, he stared off into another direction while he listened to her present her doubts on his small theory. He had no real reply. They would have to venture out into the streets of Vegas to further investigate. His gaze snapped quickly towards her when she announced she needed to dismiss herself. He felt a vague bout of disappointment.\n\"Sure, sugar.\" He gave that wolfish grin, that couldn't be controlled. A slight bare in the fangs with the grin, but he let her walk away without any further teasing. She probably needed to do so to get away from the beast in him that was peering beyond it's human barrier all morning.\nYawning, his train of thoughts grew a little less serious. It was hard to keep him thinking negatively for too long. He sauntered over to where Majorie was working and leaned against her desk, feeling in a very playful mood while he waited for Michelle to emerge from the washroom.\n\"Hey momma.\" he offered her a playful, handsome grin."
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"value": "Another problem, come about by the supposed untrustworthy shipping abilities of the movie theater. \"I refuse to go to a movie theater that of course decides that Red Vines are better then Twizzlers.\" Sheldon replied to Leonard, who was offering to go to a movie. Sheldon however knew that the main ingredient within Red Vines was the kind of red coloring dye that has caused cancer within some individuals. Twizzlers are made correctly, and he refused to get a licorice that would kill him. Leonard sighed and took his car keys from the bowl near the door, before opening the door and leaving. Sheldon blinked, \"Well that was a little unresponsive.\" He said, as he sat back down on his side of the couch. He turned on Battlestar Galactica and unpaused it from it's previous spot on the dvd player, and then looked around. He was alone. How perfect.\nThe annoyance of humans would not occupy him. He was alone. But there was a whirring noise that was starting to annoy him. Where was it coming from? Sheldon moved up and walked over to the DVD player, followed by pressing the eject button so that his disc would not scratch. It did something worse. The DVD player sparked, and then stopped working. Sheldon twitched. \"My... Battlestar.\" He said, falling to his knees in an epic way. \"N-no!\"\nHe unplugged the dvd player and then put it into the trash can, followed by sighing. \"Do I have to make my own DVD player in order for it to not break down?\" But when the trash can closed, he noticed that he was bored. \"Maybe Penny is home.\" He said to himself, and he got his key from the bowl near his door, opened the door, walked outside, and closed it behind him, followed by locking it.\nKnock knock knock. \"Penny?\" Knock knock knock. \"Penny?\" Knock knock knock. \"Penny?\" Sheldon asked, and he waited for the door to open. He had the Boggle board game, and was ready to play some Klingon Boggle with her if she was interested."
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"value": "Penny stood in the bathroom, contemplating her reflection with a pensive air. Truth was, however, her preoccupations didnt quite require the serious expression the pretty girl bore. Of course the again, next to her neighbors problems that seemed to revolve around the purchase of limited edition objects from the comic book store and experiments gone awry anything was interesting.\nKurt kicked her out of their place when they split, and the guys that followed were an incessant stream of hot yet irresponsible and self-absorbed jackasses whose main topic of conversation was their own persona most of the time. Her job wasnt getting her anywhere; the scent of cheesecake was almost more powerful than that of her vanilla oil. She shook her head softly, a pout gracing the delicate face. She deserved better than that. If even Leonard managed to find someone, why couldnt she?\nPenny almost smacked herself for the thought. Leonard was a nice guy odd, but comparing to Sheldon, Howard and Koothrapali he was fairly normal. Anyone was normal comparing to Sheldon, she chuckled to herself. It didnt take a Ph.D. in psychology to figure out that he was nuts. Not in a bad way though, as far as she knew he was a lot less offensive than even her siblings.\nSighing, she tugged on the string holding the short black robe made of silk together, letting the robe part to uncover her nearly flawless body. Grinning at her reflection she nodded slowly, who wouldnt want a piece of that? She questioned the mirror in her low, playfully seductive voice when the familiar knocking disrupted her as it always would when she least expected it.\nRolling her eyes, she pulled her robe back together, leaving the water running as she walked over to her door through her messy apartment. Oh, how she hoped Sheldon wasnt there because he needed her to drive him somewhere or even worse, because he locked himself out of his apartment. Pulling the door open, she stared at him with an exasperated, almost condescending expression in complete silence for a few second. Sheldon, she replied in a fatigued voice. Whats wrong, sweetie? She wondered, studying him almost the way a mother would watch an annoying child."
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"value": "Sheldon was surprised when the door had opened to reveal Penny in her robe. He thought that maybe she was preoccupied with something, \"Penny, if you are having sexual intercourse with someone, I can always come back.\" Sheldon replied, looking into the room to see if anyone was there. However he wasn't invited into the room yet, which had made him a little irked. The room, was a disaster zone. \"Although judging by the state of this room, I don't know how you would be able to have intercourse in here without falling every few steps.\" Sheldon invited himself into the room, being that he was tired of waiting, and he set the board game down onto the table. \"Penny I wanted to know if you wanted to play Klingon Boggle with me.\" He said. \"Leonard refuses to accept that the coloring in Red Vines can cause a cancer related death.\"\nSheldon was still annoyed with the room. He didn't have a routine spot that he sat in, in this room. And with everything settled about amongst the room, he couldn't pick one until this was more clean. \"If you were going to remove the smell of cheesecake from you with a shower, I can clean up this room a little bit more. It might be able to help you get a partner. And we would have room for our board game.\""
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"value": "Pennys lassitude grew at Sheldons comment. If I was having intercourse, I wouldnt have opened the door, she stated, stepping aside to let him in which she instantly regretted when he commented on the state of her apartment. It always annoyed her how Sheldon unceremoniously acted as though he was at home and insulted her place. Sheldon, sweetie, I dont think men usually look at the state of my apartment when theyre about to have intercourse, she pointed out with an offended air, studying the game of Boggle. Because I am fluent in Klingon, she rolled her eyes, unable to prevent herself from laughing at his following statement. I dont know how he could do that to himself, she stated, sighing.\nFine, she shrugged absently. Justdont break anything, she added quickly and walked off to the shower. Finally getting rid of the robe, she slid into the shower, enjoying the scent of shampoo and soap on her skin, replacing the permanent smell of cheesecake. Singing softly despite the fact that she knew Sheldon hated her singing, she took her time since the guy was offering to clean her apartment. Finally, she turned off the water and slipped, the landing into the bathtub with the shower curtain covering her lower body. Ow, she cried out, a sharp pain in her ankle preventing her from standing up. Sheldon, help me, she called out, shifting slightly to cover her breasts with the curtain."
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"value": "\"Oh you are fluent in Klingon? That is wonderful, we can actually play this game and I might have an actual challenge.\" Sheldon replied, not noticing the sarcasm that was in her voice. However everything that she replied with had always stumped him. What if the man that was going to have intercourse, wanted a bottle of water or something afterwards? Wouldn't he find it extremely unpleasant to have to go through this whole apartment of dropped things and sharp objects on the ground in order to get something to hydrate himself? Sheldon shrugged and when Penny went into the shower, he began to clean, finding the shelves that she was using to be very useful. Every piece of clothing had been arranged in Penny's drawers so that everything was extremely neat.\nHowever when Sheldon heard Penny's cry for help, he moved through the pathway that he created for getting from one room to the next, into Penny's bathroom. \"Penny, you fell in the bathtub.\" He said, pointing it out just in case she didn't realize it. However she wanted help, and he moved down to pick her up by her stomach and her waist. The troubles that he was having with lifting her up was due to him not working out. Geniuses didn't need to work out. He managed to sit her down on the closed toilet, and he then let out a sigh of relief. Lifting her was hard. \"Penny, do you need me to get you some clothes?\""
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"value": "Penny studied Sheldon as though he was completely out of his mind. Thank you for pointing it out, Sheldon. I havent noticed, she stated, surprised by how hard it was for him to lift her. She was hardly a hundred pounds, and with Sheldons height she would have expected it to be a piece of cake. Her boyfriends generally had no problem picking her up; heck some of them enjoyed carrying her around the only instance in which the mess in her apartment was an actual problem. Thanks, she murmured, her gaze trailing over her friend when he did lift her, sitting her down on the toilet. She was surprised that he didnt even look at her, despite the fact that she was completely naked.\nHis comment made her realize it, blushing and instantly covering as much of her slender body as she possibly could. A part of her had a hard time grasping the fact that Sheldon didnt feel anything from the sight. No, I enjoy being naked in front of my neighbors, she stated sarcastically, before realizing that Sheldon had no idea that she was sarcastic most of the time. Can you hand me my robe? She wondered, wincing slightly as she moved her leg, the sharp pain causing her to gasp when she put some pressure on the twisted ankle."
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"value": "Sheldon was noticing that the tone of Penny's voice was causing him to feel a little more awkward when she had stated that she knew what he was saying. How did a non college graduate know what he was going to say? That was like a kid from the special ed portion of school saying that they knew what he was saying. Nevertheless, he walked into Penny's room and grabbed her robe, followed by walking back into her room and giving her the robe. \"Penny I can lift you into your bed if you are having trouble walking over to it.\" He said, looking down at her and her naked body before she put it on. \"I must say, you are very attractive. I know why Leonard had just a big a crush on you as Walowitz does on any woman in existence.\"\nSheldon moved her over to her bed, and then started to clean up around her bed so that she would be able to reach any part of her room without stepping on something. He listened to her if she would talk, but he ended up stopping what he was doing in order to listen, and reply when she was done talking. \"You know Penny, you should probably lie down for tonight so that you can rest that ankle. I don't think that I will be able to fall asleep in the same bed as you, or on your couch, because your couch has as much lumbar support as a hammock, made by someone with cerebral palsy.\" Sheldon replied. \"But you have my cell phone number, if you need it.\" He waited for some kind of response from her, so that he could get the cue to leave, or stay."
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"value": "Pennys face grew bright red when Sheldon returned, commenting on her appeal. For a moment, it threw her off, bringing utter confusion to the pretty face. She didnt know that Sheldon actually realized that women were attractive. Heck, she had no idea Sheldon wasnt completely asexual. Shaking it off as an objective statement, she pulled off a meek smile and slid on her robe. Thank you, she murmured softly before shaking her head. No sweetie, I think I should walk, she nodded with a decided expression. She didnt want him to twist a hip or anything. For a few moments she studied him in silence before making her way along the clear path. How in the world did a girl like her end up becoming friends with people like him? They were challenging everything somehow, and making things so much harder in a way.\nPlopping down onto her bed she stretched out lazily, only bothering to understand Sheldons statement halfway. UmHuh? She arched her eyebrows, shrugging. Truth to be told, she preferred Sheldons company to a night of solitude with a hurt ankle. You dont have to go. I have cheesecake in my fridge? She offered meekly, doubtful that Sheldon would catch the fairly straightforward cue yet not ready to tell him she didnt want him to leave."
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"value": "The offering of cheesecake was something that was willing to keep Sheldon in the house. He had recently read a paper on how humans loved when you took joy in what they give to you. So Sheldon's hypothesis would be to take the cheesecake, eat it (whether it was good or bad), and then finally do the dishes himself, because she probably wasn't going to do them. With this dirty of a room, he doubted if Penny actually did her own laundry without reading the labels on the detergent. Nevertheless, she was a very nice neighbor, and it would be wrong of him to think otherwise, or say otherwise within her own home. Sheldon nodded his head. \"Very well Penny, I shall go fetch the cheesecake and get us both equal shares.\" He said, and he walked out of the room.\nHalfway to the fridge, Sheldon noticed that Penny's naked figure was sticking inside of his head. He stopped, thinking. \"Odd.\" He thought to himself. \"Usually when you are thinking of another woman naked, you are wanting sexual gratification.\" Sheldon opened the refrigerator and divided the cheesecake into equal shares while he thought. \"But I don't really need it, do I? And Penny is probably still attached to Leonard or that tower of an ex boyfriend.\" Sheldon sighed. \"Human behavior is so confusing.\" He finally concluded, as he walked into Penny's room with cheesecake on equal color plates, and same size forks, along with the cheesecake being divided equally. \"Here you go.\" He said, placing the plate on her chest and then eating some cheesecake of his own. He stood, since he couldn't find his own personal \"spot\" yet."
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"value": "Penny beamed when Sheldon left to get the cheesecake, clapping her hands together once. Ah, sugar. While Sheldon was gone, she attempted to figure out what was happening. Was she really desperate enough to go after the craziest thing around? Certainly, she didnt find Sheldon unattractive. But she likely had fewer chances with him than she did with George Clooney. On the other hand, he was smart and after Leonard, that was a big thing. She still remembered her dumb date who thought the guys were going to explode the moon. She chuckled at the thought only to realize that Sheldon returned.\nYes, she wanted to give it a try. How to go about it? She sat up, scooting over slightly. Taking her plate, she took a bite, expecting Sheldon to sit down beside her yet nothing came. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she smiled at him. Sheldon, sweetie, sit down, she motioned, taking another bite. The cheesecake was great she brought it from the Cheesecake Factory earlier that day. Oh thank god she was off the next day, her ankle was hurting and she wouldnt trust Sheldon to drive her to the hospital. You should stay for a while. When is everyone coming back? She wondered, her bright gaze trailing over him slowly."
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"value": "Sheldon had sat down on the bed when Penny had asked, and the comfortable feeling of it had surprised him. Although maybe it shouldn't have, since intercourse is best on top of a comfortable bed, or at least, that is what he was told, through the many papers that he read. So keeping in mind that Penny's bed was comfortable, Sheldon laid back on it, making sure not to touch Penny's hurt ankle. He took another bite of his cheesecake, and then set it on the end table near her bed. \"Very delicious cheesecake.\" He said.\nWhen he was asked when the boys were going to get home, Sheldon shrugged. \"I do not know how long it would take from them to see the latest Transformers movie, and be utterly disappointed by it, but I would assume that they would be gone at a minimum of three hours.\" Sheldon said. \"Koothralpalli likes to eat his food slowly, so it usually takes them an hour to eat, at least. And then the movie is two hours long. So at least 3 hours.\" Sheldon turned his gaze to Penny, staring into her eyes. \"Was there something that you had in mind? Something more fun then Clingon Boggle?\""
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"value": "Penny watched Sheldon settle down, surprised that he hadnt commented on the winds direction or anything silly the way he usually would. Setting her cheesecake aside as well, she flashed Sheldon a content smile with a pride making it seem like she prepared it. Thank you Sheldon, she replied politely, trying to hide the nervousness. Oh God, its been an eternity since she has last been with a man. Its all Leonards fault, she told herself once again in frustration, momentarily crossing her arms under her chest.\nI see, she nodded to Sheldon, only listening to about half of the things he said. Three hours. Blinking, she realized that her neighbour was staring right into her eyes. She looked back at him for a few moments, completely silent, a light blush appearing on her cheeks. How in the world did sex even brush her mind at that question? Um, she let out pensively, not quite sure whether risking it was appropriate or not. She worried he would tell his friends if she made a move on him, and having Wolowitz torturing her with his advances would awful. He had an attractive face though, up close. Finally, she shifted and placed her head on Sheldons shoulder, her lips lightly grazing his neck. Not really, I just dont want to stay alone, nor play Clignon Boggle, she offered, one of her arms snaking around his waist."
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"value": "The feeling of Penny's lips against his neck had made Sheldon feel a little uneasy. His neighbor was trying to made an advance on him. The lips grazing his neck had made a tickle sensation go down them, and he looked to the door, and then to the tie that he was wearing around his neck. Did social protocol work in situations like this? Was Sheldon supposed to tie his tie around the doorknob, like Penny had explained to him a year ago? Or would he just have to go with it, and do whatever it was that Penny had in mind: sex.\nSheldon was also wondering why it was that Penny was automatically subjecting herself to sex. Surely she didn't have any friends with benefits, as far as she knew, and Penny was making a move on him so quickly. It was unnerving, but Sheldon was not going to pass up this attractive woman, as long as he was in this room. He tilted his head back a small amount, so that Penny had easy access for whatever it is she wanted to do. \"Penny I must give you a warning that I did not bring any protection with me, and that I read many papers on intercourse, so I do know a lot... About this kind of thing.\" He wasn't blushing, but he was pausing. \"If this is what you are wanting.\""
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"value": "Pennys jaw almost dropped when Sheldon spoke. She almost jumped up, studying him seating. Her cheeks burned red, a soft nervous giggle escaping her lips. I was just making myself comfortable sweetie, she replied meekly, stunned that Sheldon would even think of intercourse with her. She couldnt help but replay his movement as he tilted his head back. It was a complicated situation and truth was she had no idea what to do. When Leonard and she had been together, she could feel how much he wanted her. Sheldon, meanwhile, was talking about sex as though it was some kind of a scientific experiment for him.\nIs it what you are wanting? She wondered reluctantly, twisting a lock of hair between her fingers. She relaxed slightly and leaned back against the bed, her head mere inches from his. Read? She studied Sheldon, wondering if he really has never had sex. She shivered from the thought. She could hardly go on a couple of weeks without getting cranky."
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"value": "Sheldon was surprised at her reaction. He thought that Penny was going to be going along with his suggestion. Many times in the past, when Penny had been without a sexual release, it was hard for her to act nice towards her neighbors. That is what got her into online gaming. He remembered that week, the week of constant gaming that seemed to be what would happen if Charles Manson was told that he could only play Age of Conan. She was in that game, and it was creepy the way she turned out. Although as Sheldon came back to the here and now, he shook his head. \"Penny, as your friend, I would assume that friends would get each other out of problems. Your problem at the moment is your sexual frustration.\"\nSheldon then continued. \"My problem is that I have a sexually frustrated woman in the same room as me. A woman who previously was dating my roommate and best friend. But our problems can be taken care of with one thing, sex.\" Sheldon then looked to his clothes. If she wanted to, he would. He didn't want a complaining person in the same room with him anyway. And he could finally do the experiment and see if the papers that he wrote gave him good information."
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"value": "Penny swallowed slowly, trying to figure out whether Sheldon was joking or not. As he finished speaking, she sat still for a few moments, simply waiting for the familiar Bazinga that would make things the way they had been. However, nothing came and she was quite certain that Sheldon was the only person on Earth who could rationalize sex to the point of making it unappealing. Slightly confused, she bit on her thumb. Um, Sheldon, sex is not about solving a problem, she stated, tilting her head.\nI mean, it has to be something you want. Is it what you want? She wondered, sitting up slightly. BecauseI mean, if it is, Im not against it, she mumbled, feeling a light blush come to her cheeks. She could not believe she was having that conversation with Sheldon. She certainly didnt want to end up the way she had that dreadful week she decided to never bring up again. Since she refused to game, she dreaded to think of what kind of a nerdy, odd activity she could get herself into this time."
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"value": "The salty air of the Sea of Swords was refreshing, the tangy crisp smell seemed invigorating. Calloused hands tightened on the rigging as Rome hauled himself up the central mast of the ship, pausing for a moment to stare ahead of the ship as it cut it's way through the sea, that was for once placid. It had been a rough journey so far, but they were nearing their destination, one of the long abandoned islands of the Moonshae Isles.\nThe name of the island had long been forgotten, since it was rare that the living set foot upon it. Reports were that the island was haunted by some form of spirit or demon, much like the ruins of once great Myth Drannor, but it could not be confirmed, since it seemed that all who sailed to the dreaded island never made it out alive.\nRome smirked at the thought, for surely most of the tales were little more than rumor and foolish superstition. Yes there were haunted places in Faerun, but he doubted that the place was as dreadful as all the horror stories that he'd heard. What he did know is that the captain of this vessel believed there to be treasure there and Rose wasn't one for flights of fancy. Rome smiled ever so slightly, his mind flashing back to the previous night when he'd slunk out of Rose's cabin and back to the crew deck before.\nHis triflings with the ship's captain were kept secret from the rest of the crew, but that was indeed for the best. It would cause problems if the others believed that Rome recieved any favoritism from Rose because of any intimacy the two might share. His reflection was brief however, for he had work to do, and he climbed higher up the rigging and then made his way out on one of the rigs holding the great sails that brought the ship ever closer to the Moonshae Isles.\nSkilled fingers worked knots loose and then retied them, to ensure that should another storm arise the sails would not whip free or find themselves further damaged than was expected. With little care to the rest of the world Rome worked, focused on the task at hand and silently awaiting their arrival at their destination."
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"value": "The Bloody Thorn was in a bad way, structurally speaking. Even sailing under the hands of her competent crew, and under the eye of her competent captain, she would need repairs as soon as she could get them. Recent skirmishes and a bad storm had taken their toll, and although the ship has weathered them as she was built to do, it was for the better that new timber would soon be in plentiful supply. If the ship had been aware of this fact, even if there was life in the wooden beams and salt-crusted ropes that held her together as her Captain sometimes fancied that there was, she would not have worried over her own welfare. For at her helm was a woman who would do all in her power to prevent the ship beneath her feet coming to unnecessary harm.\nTo Rose, the Captain on which The Thorn relied so trustingly, the ship was more than simply a boat, a means of transportation and home to those who crewed her. The Thorn was the only sense of freedom she had ever known, the vessel by which she had escaped the grip of oppression and forged her own way in the world. Granted, that world was oftener her enemy than her friend because of the choices she had made and the chances she had taken, but Rose was her own mistress, and despite the drawbacks that came along with it, she could honestly say that she was neither indebted to, nor commanded by any person other than herself. Still, she was painfully aware of the weak spots in the hull, the damage to the masts and rigging, and the agitated hunger of a crew that had been on tight rations for almost a week, and she was more relieved than she let on when the cry of land on the horizon finally went up.\nThey had, she hoped, approached the Moonshae Isles from precisely the right angle so as to render their particular destination the first island they would reach in the archipelago. And as her lean, athletic form slipped through the hive of activity that was a ship preparing to dock toward the bow, she could make out the treeline and the curious shape of the island itself that indicated to her that they had been fortunate. A reliable map and a good approach, the tide and wind in their favour. For once, the gods seemed to be smiling upon them, and she smiled back; a broad, wolfish grin that was the surest sign to the crew close enough to their leader to see her expression that she was in high spirits. Already her mind was on a hunting expedition, the harvesting of wood for repairs, and the real reason why this particular island was so important. It bode well that so far her map had been reliable, since it led to something she was determined to discover, though what that was she as yet had no idea.\nThe crew had no idea either; of what it was that she was searching for, or even that she was searching for anything at all. It was a wise policy, Rose had discovered, that if you lacked the answers you should avoid giving rise to questions. And so the only ones with any knowledge of the map, or the mysterious thing to which it led, were herself and Rome, who at this very moment laboured above her making ready for port, and at whom she allowed herself only the briefest glance, her wide and astute lilac eyes appraising his body for the briefest moment, her tongue flickering over her dusky lips as she remembered their hurried but not unsatisfying parting directly before dawn. It had been his own choice, to keep their...whatever it was between them away from the crew's knowledge, but she saw the sense in it. If they felt he was treated any differently to any one of them, he would be singled out for specific cruelty at their hands, and she would struggle to put down a mutiny. Still, it worked rather well for the time being, and though she would be loathe to admit such sentimental thoughts, she was slightly touched by the way he worked to ingratiate himself with her crew. He had proved himself a competent sailor and fighter, and this she believed without bias.\nBut her thoughts had wandered, and the island drew closer. Since their was no dock to speak of, they would run aground at as low a speed they could manage, and haul the ship up onto the beach. It was a pre-agreed plan, and she trusted it in the hands of her First Mate enough to retire to her cabin and prepare herself for her own tasks while they were ashore."
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"value": "The cry that land had been spotted drew Rome's gaze ahead and his teeth parted in a wolfish smile.Finally.A single thought as he stared ahead at the shore for but a moment, for it was all he'd dare spare. There was a great deal of work to be done for the ship to make birth and he had little time to waste.\nHe leapt, fearlessly, from the rigging upon which he'd found himself as soon as the cry to lower the sails filled the air. As if hovering in open space he seemed suspended in the air for the briefest moment before he seemed to hurtle out of control. The leap had been planned and he was well practiced and skilled in moving from rigging to rigging. A split second later fingers closed about one of the rigging lines that would act to draw up one of the higher sails. He felt the rope burn slightly against his calloused palms as he slid down a few meters. But his grip held firm and he was lowered towards the deck, the pulleys and weight of the fabric the sail was comprised of slowing his decent until his bare feet touched down on the deck.\nHe'd felt Rose's eyes upon him and glanced in her direction, flashing the briefest of smiles, white teeth flashing briefly before he leapt to aid in hauling in the other sails. He felt the ship slowing as they drew closer to land, his voice joining in time with the rest of the crews as they worked to slow the ship so that it would not be further damaged as it was brought to ground upon the sandy beach.\nAs he worked he kept his eyes towards the ever encroaching island, gaze sweeping over the heavily vegitated terrain, as if searching out some form of life or sign of what they were searching for. Seeing nothing did not sit well with him, it was as if the dense jungles were devoid of life, for not even birds were visible rising from the dense canopy. There was something wrong with the place, but Rome pushed that worry aside, for there were more important tasks that must be dealt with first."
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"value": "In her own private room aboard ship, part bedroom, part study, Rose was quickly but carefully gathering what items she might need during her search on the island. Swiftly, she rolled her map and slipped it through a loop in the wide leather belt that hung low on her slender hips. That belt was also home to a scabbard in which was kept a rapier, its hilt a spiral of silver and black, the handguard also as silver as the razor sharp blade. This hung against her right hip, and against her left was holstered a wheel-lock pistol, also inlaid with panels of heavily engraved silver. It was somewhat of a curious item, originally found in the Lizard Marsh through which she had once passed, when an equally curious adventure had led her through Daggerford. Hooked onto the front of her belt was a small canteen containing her own daily ration of fresh drinking water, a rarity aboard a ship that now saw most of its crew restricted now to ale and a little rum to pass the evenings.\nBelow that wide, brown leather belt, she wore a pair of tight leather trousers, permitting her all the movement she needed while the thick material also protected her skin to a certain degree. Her bustier was also black leather, laced tightly but cut of halfway down her midriff to reveal a wide sliver of pale grey skin that bore an equal measure of swirling black ink running down her sides, and deep grey scars that criss-crossed her back. Her midsection was not the only part of her body that was not unblemished; her arms bore old tattoos faded by the sun and salty air, and her face was marred by a single yet vicious looking scar that ran the length of her left cheek from immediately below her eye to just shy of the outer corner of her lips. It certainly could not be said that Rose was a classically beautiful sort, even less so for the shade of her skin which betrayed her bloodline as half-drow. But her wide, appraising eyes and the challenging jut of her jaw, as well as the lean curves of her body had their appeal, secondary though they were to her dauntless spirit and saucy, scathing wit.\nWith everything she could conceive of needing with her fastened safely about her person, Rose made her way back onto deck just in time for the ship to shudder beneath her feet as she skidded up onto the sand. The crunching of wood was surprisingly loud, and she winced as she thought of the already strained Hull being forced against the sand. Nothing seemed to give way outright, though, and Rose walked briskly to the tip of the bow, unfased by the shuddering of the ship as she ground slowly to a halt. As soon as the ship had stopped moving, ropes were thrown over the sides, and members of the crew were climbing swiftly down onto the beach, Rose among them in her hurry to survey the state her beloved ship had been left in by the risky but necessary manouevre."
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"value": "As the ship began to slide up onto the sand of the beach Rome made his way below decks, to where his own trunk was kept. He fished the key from his belt and drove it home into the lock. With a twist he heard the catch release and pulled open the trunk to reach down inside. His fingers curled around the two weapons he kept in the trunk and he drew them free.\nThe twin scimitars were slung across his back, and secured in place by the buckles. He reached up after they were secure, fingers curling around the hilts and he drew them free. As they were freed from their scabbards he felt the familiar tingle in the mythril blades, eyes following their lines as they called to his mind, begging to be drenched in blood. He shuddered slightly and then placed the weapons back in their sheaths before turning closing the trunk. He grasped a canteen hanging from his cot and hung it from his belt. Next he drew on his boots, drawing the rawhide ties at the top tight before securing them and standing.\nReturning to the deck he walked to the railing and then slithered down one of the ropes, dropping into the sand and crouching down slightly, letting his fingers run over the moist earth. His eyes moved from the beach towards the dense jungle beyond and he straightened, reaching his hands up to brush the hilts of his blades, as if seeking comfort. He felt their power stir, briefly and nodded to himself before making his way to stand next to Rose and the rest of the crew that were moving towards shore..\n\"Well, we made it Cap'n..\" He said, voice deep and soft as he stared into the jungle, eyes narrowing to suspicious slits.. \"Can't say as this place feels right though.. There's somethin amiss 'ere..\" He glanced at her for a brief moment before turning his gaze back to the jungle, as if half expecting it to lurch forward and engulf them all."
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"value": "Rose, thus far, had been far too pre-occupied with her vessel to really notice the atmosphere on the island. It was when Rome's voice, surprisingly close beside her, called her attention to matters that weren't constructed of wood or rope, that she turned toward the forest to follow his gaze, and finally tuned in to her surroundings. He was right, of course. There was something about the stillness of the island that, as soon as she noticed it, sent a shiver down her spine. She set her jaw, though, and tipped her head on one side, listening for a full moment to the sounds of the forest at the top of the beach. It was too silent. Not a bird in the sky. Not a hint of a breeze rustled the leaves, despite the air she could feel rushing against her back from the open sea. She glanced up at Rome, her eyes betraying a troubled, yet defiant espression. \"You're right. 's somethin' wrong about it. We'll not linger longer'n we have to.\"\nShe gazed pensively inland for another moment, before she turned and walked the few paces to her First Mate, a buxom, yet fiersome dwarf by the name of Greta. A few words were exchanged, and a friendly palm clapped to Rose's shoulder before the half-drow walked away from her crew and toward the treeline, knowing that Rome would easily catch her before she reached the outer limits of the forest. She slipped the map from her belt and studied it for a long moment, confirming what she had already commited to memory. Whatever this map led it, it was dead in the centre of the island. They would have to cut their way through this dense mess of greenery before they even got close. For a moment she wondered whether the three days the intended to stay ashore would be enough, but when she glanced into the darkness between the trees, she knew that she would do all in her power to leave this place as soon as she possibly could.\nWhen she could once again sense Rome beside her, she sighed and handed him the map as if for verification. \"We're not stayin' long. The sooner we're back aboard that ship and at sea the happier I'll be. This place is...wrong.\" It was the best word she could find to sum up her feelings, but somehow it fit. The place was fundamentally not right, at least not as far as she was concerned."
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"value": "\"Aye.. this place is wrong indeed, it's too quiet, and too still.\" Rome said as he stood beside Rose at the edge of the forest. \"Reminds me of a crypt.\" He commented quietly, disliking this intensely. His right hand grasped one of the scimitars that he carried and he pulled it from it's sheath, fingers tightening reflexively as he felt the thrum of power through the hilt. The more he used them the more he felt their need for blood. He prayed, silently to what ever gods would listen, that he'd not have need of them here.\nHis green eyes shifted to Rose, not the usual look of secret desire that he cast her, but one passing from a warrior to the next, from a subordinate to his commander. \"Aye, sooner afloat the better, what e'er we're lookin' for we'd best get to it quick and get out. Don't much care to know what's made this place so void of... everything.\" His fist tightened about the blade and he stepped forward, the blade hissing as he slashed downward, cutting aside a thick knot of vines that barred his path.\nHe hissed between his teeth and stared into the gloom. \"Be a long way hacking through this mess, best hope is that we find a path o' some sort, or we'll be a month trying to chop our way through this mess.\" He spoke in barely more than a whisper, as if speaking too loud would be a mistake. Drawing his second blade he swung it, cutting more of the dense foliage aside before stepping into the shadowed darkness of the jungle, alert and prepared for anything that may come errupting out against the intruders.."
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"value": "He was right. This place was like a crypt. Or like the cusp of dawn on the outskirts of Skullport ?? the feeling that dark and terrible things had recently happened, and that they would soon happen again, but for now a silence had settled over things that was best not disturbed. The comparison in Rose??s mind was grounded in first hand experience. She had grown up in Skullport, moulded by the underground city??s hardness, schooled in steeling herself against the things that lurked in the darkness. It wasn??t a memory that she cherished, and the reminder she got from this place put her doubly on her guard.\nShe caught and returned the glance he cast her, thoughts of their tumbles about her cabin far from her mind. This was no time or place for such thoughts, and there was more than that manner of physicality to their involvement. There was a certain trust between them ?? they had both seen the other in the height of a pitched fight, they knew the way the other moved, knew each other??s strengths and weaknesses and knew how their skills with a blade could be moulded to complement each other, just as any collective of individuals whose lives depend on fighting a common enemy ought to be able to do. They trusted each other to make the right sword-strokes, at the perfect moments. They were warriors of a sort, and all that was reflected in the looks that passed between them as they entered this place.\nShe felt no need to grace him with a verbal reply. Surplus words would only create an unnecessary sound. Instead she quietly slipped her rapier from its scabbard, flexing her fingers around the hilt a couple of times as she stepped behind Rome, moving in the space he created as he chopped aside the foliage. She held her body turned at ninety-degrees to his, sidestepping in his wake, the better to keep an eye on the area behind them. She did not trust this place. Her gaze flickered about the foliage behind them, looking for any sign of movement. Leaves moving in a breeze, a bird flying from a tree, a small animal scurrying through the undergrowth. Any of these would have been a welcome sight, but she saw none. No movement, no sound. It was unnerving, this quiet."
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"value": "Berfore long sweat was coating his sun bronzed flesh. His sleeveless jerkin was quickly soaked with sweat as he swung his blades smoothly before him, their razor sharp edges cutting through the vines and brambles easily, but the repetative motion was enough to make his breath come faster as his muscles strained.\nHis auburn hair fell before his eyes and he crossed his eyes slightly to look at the obnoxious strange of hair before pursing his lips and blowing fiercely. His hair bounced out from infront of his eyes and he nodded a bit to himself, as if satisfied with the result. Other than he remained silent save for the sound of his blades passing through the dense foliage.\nAs they moved through the foliage Rome would stop from moment to moment and glanced about the forest around them. He held up one of his hands, the blade glistening in the sparse sunlight that filtered through canopy above. It was a silent signal for Rose to stop. He glanced back at her for a moment before signaling for her to wait a moment. No longer swinging the blades he slipped down under some of the folliage and moved into the dense under brush, dissapearing from view for a moment or two.\nAfter his brief dissapearance he came back out from under the foliage to glance at her. He shook his head slightly and gestured for her to continue following him, but to remain silent. He no longer cut his way through the foliage, but instead began to weave his way through the dense under brush. It was slow going, but it allowed them to remain even more quiet as they headed deeper into the hauntingly silent island."
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"value": "Even though he was no longer a boy, Arthur still took the steps two at a time when his father summoned him.\nThe old king had mellowed with age somewhat, his ages smoothing over like a river rock, but his son still hated to risk his ire. Uther would never hit the boy, had never laid a hand on him but for his few moments of gentleness, but the old man was still capable of finding punishments. At this age, striking would probably do little good, what with the son sharing the father's stubbornness. Punishment or not, Arthur had hurried from training the knights to answer his father's summons, the stink of young men in dirt and layers of armour and cloth clinging to him.\nMaybe it would do the old king good: over the last fortnight, his health had taken a sudden and surprising turn for the worse. Uther had blamed the cold, the food, something in the wine, everything he could but the obvious and Arthur knew it was simply age.\nFunny, the thought of old age creeping up on his father, a death like the slow crumbling of cities. Arthur had never imagined that death for the warrior-king, the slow falling apart of a body in decline because Nature and the Heavens willed that man would not live forever. He'd expected poisoning or battle or maybe even Morgana losing her temper on the poor men (women, after all, were still a different species as far as he was concerned, and perfectly capable of regicide should the moon be in the right place in the sky), but this slow decay over the years? Not even Uther was prepared for that.\nArthur nodded to the guards standing at attention near the king's study, his face tinged pink from the cold and exertion. Old, paranoid bastard, he thought, not unkindly (maybe time had smoothed out his own sharp edges concerning his father) and tucked his helmet under his arm. Something... something was off. He knew it the moment when he stepped into the cold, stony room with its heavy furniture that Uther sometimes took his appointments in to keep them short. It was too quiet. Too still. ??Father?? Arthur said carefully, voice small in the stillness, more like a little boy's than a prince.\nHis body knew. His body knew before his mind did, because his mind refused to believe in his father's mortality as he glided over to the slumped form of his father, his heavy cape swishing around his booted feet as he moved, hand out stretched. No. No, Father was just sleeping. He was an old man who still pushed himself and old men, even his father, got exhausted. Certainly he wouldn't ?? hecouldn'tdie. Arthur touched his hand and jerked back like he'd been burned by the cold of a body that was no longer a body, but a ??\nA corpse.\nIn a fog much colder than any temperature he had ever known, Arthur returned to the doors with all the grace of a man whose legs had been replaced with wood and, in a voice he could not recognize, told the guard to fetch the physician and the priest. The king was dead. Who was saying that with all that control, with no waver to his voice? Certainly not Arthur, who had just been orphaned in between the time his father had sent down for him and now. The prince turned back, closing the heavy, wooden doors behind him, the sound of them shutting not registering in his mind. Again, he approached the king, slow and wary like a dog that had been beaten. Like a little boy chastised. Who was controlling his body? Certainly not him: he could no longer feel his legs, but when he touched his father's thinning hair, he could feel that.\n??The King is dead,? he repeated hollowly, nervous fingers smoothing his father's hair, his collar, brushing invisible lint from the rich fabric now that the man could no longer see his son's affection for him as ? as what, a weakness? Arthur tried anger. Tried to reach for the thought 'he was never there', but he could not. All he could do was crumple: his shoulders dropped, his helmet fell from his hands and the son pulled what used to be his father to him and sobbed, alone in that dark, draughty room made of stone.\nThe king was dead.\nLong live the new king."
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"value": "Gaius had been summoned and Merlin was quick to follow. The king was dead?! That did not seem possible. Uther seemed far too invincible for this to be true. How could it be? He just could not fathom the thought that King Uther could actually no longer be. How could that happen? That man was so strong. He was so very hard to ever beat. He, much like Arthur, imagined him to be killed by a physical opponent not old age. Their King was so very strong. Obviously, he was not immortal. The mood in even the hallway showed him this was not just some false alarm.\nWatching the white-haired man gingerly walk into the room, Merlin kept back. Arthur would need time to mourn. He doubted the blond would wish to even see him. Why would he want to? He was merely a servant. Nothing more to the prinKing. King Arthur. That The ring to it was nice, yet the reason was so very bitter. Bitter-sweet. He truly did not like this at all. He knew Arthur would be a good King, but he also knew that it must be horrible that he lost his Father. He could relate. Losing his father. Being an orphan since his mother passed on a few years back, he knew what it was like to feel so suddenly alone, but why would Arthur care about his opinion?\nIn all the years he had been at Arthurs side, the man still did not seem to trust him as much as he should. That something he was hiding probably did not help him at all. The raven-haired male kept to himself, heart racing as he waited to see Arthur. He wanted to help him. He had to. He just did not know how to! What could he do? There was not much that he could do other than be there for him. Other than that, what use would he be? He would not let him be alone. That would only make matters worse. Being alone in this time, would be bad."
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"value": "??Gaius.? In the time the old physician had taken to come up to the kin-- the former king's study, Arthur had stitched up the pain like a battlefield's wound: quickly, carelessly and with the posibility of becoming something nastier later. No. No, it wouldn't. He'd seen the results of a leader being poisoned by grief. He wouldn't let it happen to him. And Gaius had brought Merlin. Fantastic. ??Thank you for responding so quickly.?\nGaius. Now there was someone who had outlasted too many people. Hadn't his father been older than the physician? He could not think of Gaius as younger, especially as the old man curled in on himself as he bowed, head turned towards Uther's body. Maybe the ancient physician would out live him. ??Sire,? he said, rheumy hands twisting in front of him. ??Shall I check fo--?\n??I do not believe it was an assassination, Gaius,?Arthur responded levely, body turned slightly from his father's... his father's corpse (the word had a finality to it, heavy like meat, notpeople). ??You may certainly run your tests, but I had hoped to speak with you about the living. Before the priest shows.? Instead of the old man, though, he turned his eyes straight on Merlin, the first time really looking at him since the two had come in. ??I know my father's ... stance on magic. But I also know you have connexions with those who still practice.? He swallowed down a gulp of air, chest expanding nervously -- he had always hopped that the dead did not mettle so much in the affairs of the living, but maybe his father's anger had yet to disappate ?? and said, ??I wish for you to ... contact the druids. Tell them that their new king would appreciate they pay their respects at the old king's funeral, Gaius. They will be under my protection.? The whole time, his eyes stayed on Merlin, because Arthur wasn'tstupid. ??I must tell Morgana. Please, ask the priest to hold off last rites before I return. And Merlin,?he added, grasping for normalacy. ??I expect my clothes for the funeral will be properly handled tonight. Hopefully, your years of service will allow you to do this one thing right.?\nAnd with that, the new king turned on his heel, cape spining out behind him, and fled as slowly as possible from the room his father had breathed his last in, alone. Morgana and Gw-- and hermaid's weeping would be picked up by the castle women and Merlin would not see Arthur until much later that evening."
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"value": "Merlin hated to see Arthur in such a state. Yes, to most who viewed him, he would look normal. Composed. Strong. To him? The man who had been serving him for all these years? He could tell else wise. He was broken; shattered. He hated to see him like that. That look in his eyes that told him their new king was truly feeling the ache of losing his father. Understandably so, as well. They had their differences, but both men were close as father and son could be, especially a royal father and son. They were never openly affectionate, but the love was still there. It was no wonder that Arthur was so hurt. Not that he would tell him, nor try to comfort him unless given some sort of sign that he needed it. He did not wish to hurt his pride as well as his heart.\nNodding to the man, he gave a soft, I will try to do my best, sir and then waited for the other to leave. Exchanging a brief glance with Gaius, he soon turned to make his leave as well. The clothes were not going to get themselves to his lords chambers. The new King. King Arthur. He had awaited this day for so very long, but that did not make this any better to know just why he was king. He was positive that had it been assassins, or in battle, taking the former-kings death would have been easier. There would have been one to be angry at. Now? It was just nature.\nThe evening came all-too-quickly and Merlin had done as told. He had the pri- Kings clothes neatly laid out on top of his bed, ready to be dressed to the mans form. Merlin stayed in the room, waiting for Arthur to come back from his errands and would be sure that his friend would be all right. Yes, he viewed him as a friend. He knew that it was frowned upon, but Arthur treated him fairly, especially in the recent years. He paced back and forth in the room, impatient to see if the man would be all right."
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"value": "There was something... real about death, wasn't there? Arthur had thought he'd go for days without eating in grief, but the demands of his still very much alive body didn't go away because they didn't fit in with his idea of mourning. So he had taken a hasty meal in Morgana's rooms because his stomach had been dully empty after the good part of the day had been spent running around the castle, taking care of things that his father could no longer see to. The meat, cold remains of lunch, had tasted of sawdust, as had the wine and the conversation with Morgana, who spoke no more than three words.\nThey were both orphans now, but she had experienced the loss twice. Arthur had wanted to saysomething, but he had been incapable of doing more than taking her hand. As he left, he'd said a few words to Gwen to take care of her mistress.\nGwen hadn't met his eyes.\nThe room was well lit when he let himself in, the fire at a painfully cheery level. For some reason, he had thought the world would stop, would slow when a king like his father died, but the fire was no sombre pile of embers and ash, the candles still twisted slowly and warmly, and even the weather outside was mild for this time of year. Arthur headed straight for the clothes left on his bed, calloused fingers touching material: linen, of course, since mourning clothes were not meant to be luxurious, but soft none-the-less, carefully maintained by Merlin's skilful hands.\nArthur finally looked to Merlin, the corners of his mouth and eyes taut. ??It seems you've been promoted, Merlin? he said hoarsely, trying for the cocky drawl he had only had that morning when he'd complained of the man's armour buffing skills. ??How does it feel to be the king's manservant not just the prince's?? His fingers began to pluck at the string of his cape, undoing the knot deftly. He had no reason to give Merlin a verbal command: they'd been together for so many years, Merlin would recognize and adapt to his routine without direction. ??You will accompany me to the wake. I trust you're capable enough to tend the candles.?"
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"value": "Once the doors opened, Merlins pacing stopped. He stood still where he had been, his eyes staying with the blond while he entered the room. He truly looked like hell washed over him and then some, didnt it? He hated to see Arthur in this manner. He had never seen it. Well, no, there had been very few times when the man looked like that, but it was never to this extent. Never so horribly broken. That was horrible. He felt like he was going to crumble in the mans place. He could not. He had to stay strong. If Arthur could, he would as well. He had to. There was no doubt whatsoever that he could manage to keep himself together.\nOh yes, promoted. He agreed, giving the blond a simple little nod. I feel regal just standing beside you. Merlin stated, trying to get a bit of his own wit in there. He almost wished to comment about how Arthur would not be ready, but that would be far too inappropriate. He did not want that to happen. He was all right with just stopping at his words.\nMoving over to the blond, he held his hand out to catch the cape before it fell to the ground, or before prompted to do such a thing. Yes, sir. I will try to not set the castle on fire. He said, giving a half smile to try and get a smile out of the man as well. Just a little one? A half-laugh? Anything to show him that the other was going to be all right. Anything. A sign to help him feel like Arthur would snap back in a few days, go back to the man that was so very full of himself, but managed to just barely not have Merlin smother him in his sleep."
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"value": "Denerim.\nCelebration of sorts. Four years passing where a boy became a man, a mercenary becomes a Knight-Commander. His name? Riddick. For those who don't know him, he was once referred to as 'Rage', the boy who ran around with an apostate Mage, Deacon; a sleazy Rogue, Zander; all looking for his sister, Elizabeth, formerly known as 'Cloud'. Celebration of his new rank, the party .. after party only to be greeted by the sulking after everything had died down. Four years to the date, the male had lost a dear friend -- whom at the time, the two weren't very close at all -- in this very city, Denerim. Celebration with a hint of remorse for the tragedy four years ago.\nHis form changed tremendously, grew a few more inches to stand at six foot, six inches. Muscles being redefined, toned. Personality much of a polar opposite of what he was as a boy. Demeanor, changed significantly. Cared for himself, cared for his troops, made sure his sister stayed safe in the walls of Denerim. A boy to a man was an understatement.\nSome called him a hero,\nSome called him a fraud,\nHe called himself a failure.\n\"All hail, Knight-Commander Riddick!\" The booming voice called, raising his class at the side of the male, sitting in the throne-like chair at the end of the long banquet table. A wide grin on his face, he had grown much, much wiser in these past four years. Scars came a plenty during his boy-years, untrained, uncoordinated, fool-hardy. Most of all; stupid, arrogant, immature. Clapping his hands together, Riddick pushed himself up from the chair, grabbing his goblet. \"Brothers, sisters,\" His voice boomed, the bone fire burning behind him enough to light the whole section, \"Enjoy your feast, may we all eat hearty, live hearty and most of all,\" Pausing for a moment, \"Drink hearty!\" Voice echoing through all of Denerim, ah, yes, his one weakness still. Booze, alcohol, the liquid poison. Taking a seat in his chair, taking a sip of his goblet. To most, none could hear them ... the little footsteps pattering against the ground. Riddick, 'Rage', but most of all, 'Big brother', could always hear his little sister's footsteps. She was twelve, taking courses in being a Templar, but she spent too much time around Zander. Rogue tendencies were very broad in her.\nThe smaller, girlish figure approached his chair, tugging on his arm. Riddick had already been paying attention to her, \"Yes, Elizabeth?\" The male spoke, his voice traveling under the chattering knights, templars, bridesmaids, whatever attended his Celebration this eve. \"You can't drink that much, brother. You still need to tuck me in tonight.\" The girl spoke lightly, \"Ah, you know, Aunt Annie would kill me if she knew I snuck you out of her house.\" Elizabeth giggled like a school-girl, \"Aunt Ann couldn't do anything, she'd then lose me, too, Big brother.\" Shaking his head lightly, \"What would you do, Liz, run away?\" Watching the girl shake her head in reply, \"Yes! I would run! I would become big and strong, like you, and come back and crush mean old Aunt Ann.\"\nExcuse me, excuse me, excuse me.\nRiddick excused himself for the moment, he needed to put his little sister down for bed. It was getting late.\nHand moving to stop Elizabeth, that familiar horn ringing in the distance. \"We're under attack!\" Riddick shouted, turning to Elizabeth, \"Stay he-\" His attention moving around him, watching her skitter along down the steps, two knives in hand. \"Elizabeth!\" Riddick shouted, grabbing his Axe, running down the steps after her.\nOne dead. Two dead. Three. Four. The numbers quickly rising, ah, just like the days before. Rage chasing down a ghost, looking for his sister, slaying everything in his past. But, these weren't darkspawn, they were ... human. What the hell was going on? \"Cloud!\"\nLittle to be known to Riddick, his little sister had found their old friend, long presumed dead; Deacon. She was running straight for her, her little voice squeaking out 'Deacon'. Too far for the male to even hear."
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"value": "Virtually three days they had been lying in wait, a copse of outlandishly well trained revolutionariness collected from the far corners of Thedas. They were given a command by their superior to straddle Denerim into submission and cripple their militia. The very instant the waxing moon crept behind the mousy haze blanketing the sky, the battalion began to advance. They were but hooded figures in the darkness, taking advantage of the obscurity given to them the clouds. The guards stationed outside of the estate were effortlessly subdued by a red-headed behemoth sporting a body tainted with runes and brands. Those who escaped let the invasion known across Denerim.\nWhen the throng arrived at the grand archway a woman stepped forth. She was tall and unwavering, her aura not dark but rather, forgiving and stoic. The man who had directed the invasion stepped idly aside, his mass shaking the very earth below his soles. The Rivain remnant merely waved her fingers and in less then an instant a enormous fire had been conjured. It was destructive, not a general hue of amber but an electric blue which ate away at the wooden arch like a termite boring through an oak. The man with auburn hair jerked his head forward and tore down the vista's door with his bare hands. The revolutionaries flooded in with little to no hesitance, crying and screaming like the banshee that commanded them.\nA roar. A low, bear-like roar fled from the maw of the tattooed man. He growled as he lunged forward, hindering men with his irregular mass and shoving them clear to the ground. There was one man they were after, all others hadn't mattered. When the way was cleared each soldier lined the terrace single-file to make way for their superior ... a woman. A beautiful woman at that, one sporting her own markings and extravagant armor. She glided effortlessly forth while simultaneously avoiding the corpses of injured and dead men. \"Hey! Someone grab that kid!\" cried one of the rebels.\nBefore any of the men could grab her she had somehow made it to their superior, Deacon, or as they referred to her as, Banshee. Deacon leered downward with soft hazel eyes while combating an unwanted nostalgia welling up within her. Her hands fled forth and cradled her head, gently intertwining with her elegant ringlets. It was a mode of comfort, one which baffled the men which Deacon had traveled with. One rebel, a shorter men, cried out, \"We can dispose of her!\" Deacon fell to silence while the behemoth crouched from behind a pillar and lobbed an iridescent scowl towards the solider. Deacon would have no such thing, she could carved out her own skull before injuring a child."
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"value": "Heart racing,\nmind wandering,\nanger steadily rising.\nWhere was his sister? Was she harmed? Dead? 'Where are you, Liz?' The rugged male thought to himself, merely kicking over those human rebels stepped forth and tried attacking him. To the back, Riddick went. The leader would never charge front, would they? Obviously they would be easily spotted, adorned in some fancy Robe or Plate Armor. The male continued to move to the back with haste, rarely did the young girl run off like this. Hopefully, it wouldn't be her last. Would definitely be her last before he needs to leave, any other time he is in Denerim and is able to protect her, she can knock herself out. The male would simply never let her run around without a stern warning of her backside being painted red if he heard from their Aunt that she was misbehaving. She need not to worry about their Aunt then, she'd have hell to pay when Riddick would get back. He was stern, yet forgiving on some stuff. They grew up without parents, it was no use acting like her's at this stage. More of a guardian figure who let her get away with some stuff, then other's not.\n\"Un .... - hand that ... young,\" Riddick voice boomed, his sentence fragmented. Was the leader holding Elizabeth or threatening to harm her? \"Lady.\" The male finished, stance shifting more to neutral then 'I'm going to kill you all if one hair on her head is even slightly crooked.' Eyes examining the figure before him, seemingly very ... very familiar. \"Elizabeth, get over here.\" Riddick beckoned, watching her shake her head 'No' in reply. \"Elizabeth, if you make me come over ther-\" Watching several of the figure's guards shift showing they'll attack if he steps any closer to Cloud and the girl. \"No, Riddick! Look who it is!\" The girl shouted as she removed her buried face from the girl's stomach.\nLook who it was?\n\"Cloud, get your ass over here or I'm going to,\" Riddick spoke, taking a step close to the two figures, an arrow whizzing past his head. A threat, a warning. They gave him a leniency step, the next would be kill shot. Brows narrowing, Riddick look to his left .. at the archer who shot the arrow. Grip tightening on his two handed axe ... boom! Within a second, the burly axe that weighed a good hundred and eighty pounds was hurled at the Arched with ease. Learned that from the time he spent with Dwarves, why the Axe became his favorite weapon. \"Now,\" The male spoke, voice echoing loud enough. \"I am only going to take my sister, Elizabeth, if you wish to kill me then ... allow me to take her home.\""
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"value": "Never would she harm a child. She was somewhat confused as to why this young girl would flee to her in such a time, however, she was in no position to patronized her for her actions. There was, however, something nostalgic about her - her hair, her voice, most specifically her eyes. The man aside her - Goliath - eyed Deacon up and down as if to ask her if she wanted the child disposed of. For some unnameable reason Deacon also found this man - undoubtedly the knight-commander - familiar. She may have seen him during her travels but it hadn't mattered.\nHer hands were gentle; motherly as she coaxed the child off of her pant-leg and motioned for her to stay where she was. Goliath was displeased with Deacon's choice but adhered to her word without so much as a grunt of disapproval. Her eyes went dark as she watched one of her men so easily subdued by this grand human's strength. Driven by unadulterated fury she stepped forth to address the brazen man who stood alone. She ignored his plight and only shook her head to mock him.\nA handful of skilled archers flooded in from the upper level of the hall, knocking their arrows with acute precision whilst waiting for the mage to make her move. They were more concerned about the over-sized man toting the destructive broadsword, and as they prepped their fire their bodies fell silently still. A wave composed of pure arcane essence attacked them, consuming their bodies in a firery blaze as they fell from the ledge to their deaths to the ground below.\n\"We've come in search of the knight-commander, if you'd be so kind please direct us to him.\""
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"value": "In search of the Knight-Commander? They were looking for him? What was all this about?\nRiddick cocked his brow lightly, \"What is it you wish to .... negotiate with the Knight-Commander, rebel?\" The male spoke, tone a bit concerned, if they were here to kill him .. they better take their shot now with his guard down and disarmed. The male would surely take one or two of them down with him.\n\"He's right here!\"\nOh, fucking hell. God damnit, Elizabeth. The finger pointing at the male before Deacon, \"Isn't that right, big brother?\" The girl continued to chime, \"What do you want with Rage--- Riddick, Deacon?\" Elizabeth continued, chin digging into the stomach of the taller's female. Her eyes peering up at the formerly deceased woman. \"Elizabeth, Deacon is dead, stop your heresy, someone will think you are crazy.\" Riddick quickly scolded, his eyes turning to the girl. \"If you are looking for the Knight-Commander, or rather .. soon-to-be Knight-Commander, you are looking at this said person.\" Arms crossing his bold chest, stare moving to the figures shadowed face.\n\"So, again, like I had mentioned previous,\" Riddick pausing for a moment, his eyes looking down to Elizabeth before roaming back up to the figure. \"Allow me to take my sister back to our Aunt, then proceed to kill me .. because I do not see your reason for coming here to invade an open party without intent to kill the Knight-Commander.\" Elizabeth simply shook her head, burying her face into the girl's stomach, little arms wrapping around the girl's torso. \"Deacon! Tell him I don't need to go to bed!\" The girl completely obviously to the fact that they were here to harm him."
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"value": "So this man standing before them had adopted the knight-commander role? She was expecting a man with more years under his belt, not some callow warrior. But, time had told her not to underestimate her opponents and therefore she disdained any thoughts concerning his age. The amazonian woman reached for her stave which was strapped idle to her back before the child so blatantly cried her name. The very day she \"returned from the dead\" not even she had uttered her own name. How did this child know?\nWith a wave of his hand Goliath waved his palm. The archers - and soldiers that remained in the hall - knew it meant dismissal. They did as their lieutenant asked and left as silently as they came. \"I trust you will handle this,\" Goliath grunted. His deep, earthen voice was strong enough to shake the very foundation of the hall. \"I will be waiting at our discussed weystation.\" Without further adieu the red-headed giant disappeared beyond the building's walls leaving Deacon to face her past alone.\nCloud.\n\"Rage?\" Her voice was well cast but very bewildered. She washed her jeweled hand over her starless man and rested the stray locks over her broad shoulders. There was no point trying to hide her identity if Cloud had already known who she was."
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"value": "Riddick nodded, \"At a time, I was once called such,\" Simply because this said woman knew his name did not make him believe that she is his formerly deceased friend who helped him through thick and thin four years past. It wasn't unlikely for people all across Fereldan to know about Riddick, or by his alias, 'Rage'. Long that had been dropped from simple tactics in battle, knowledge that helped him face uncanny amount of odds with victory inevitable. There was no boastful nature about him, he single handedly saved Denerim from Darkspawn. The male had something to fight for; his Sister, may seem silly now but he was doing it for Deacon. She had been slain because he, alone, wasn't strong enough to save her. There was no doubt about it, the male was full of sheer stupidity once he was known as 'Rage', rage and arrogance were a deadly brew for those who accompanied him.\n\"It is not surprising for you to hear such a name, but, I strongly prefer to be called by my name, now.\" The male spoke, \"Riddick, as you've heard Elizabeth over there speak,\" Pointing to the girl, only to see her push off of the girl's form. Turning around, stomping her feet into the ground, hands balled up as she pressed them into her hip. \"Stupid-head!\" She shouted, shaking his head lightly, \"Elizabeath, I'm sorry but I've seen Deacon's dead body .. I - alone - dug her grave.\" His eyes moving back to the figure, \"I apologize, stranger .. for my little sister's actions. She is not normally like this, are you, Cloud?\" The male spoke, grinning lightly as his glance moved back down to the girl. \"My name is Elizabeth!\" Shaking his head lightly, \"And stop being dumb, stupid-head! It is Deacon! I am not lying!\" Turning her head toward Deacon, \"Deacon, please! Tell him that it is you!\" Her hand tugging on the clothing of her armor.\nTaking a step toward the girl, hands moving to the sides of the little girl. Pulling her from the figure, \"I do apologize for this, to make up for it, I invite you and your .. lieutenant - if you wish to get them - to join our feast. We'll discuss the terms of your .... assassination post-feast, if you wouldn't mind.\"\nRiddick would do whatever obligated to him from this shadowed figured, as long as he was able to spend another night with his sister and explain what was to happen with his Aunt. Of course she had to be told; Riddick, their only supporter was going to die. Pulling Elizabeth toward him, her feeble attempt to fight him off. Only to be propped up on his shoulder as he moved toward his Axe, shaking his head lightly. Pulling it from the dead body before moving back to the woman.\n\"Shall we?\""
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"value": "\"A man once broken by rage is not so broken anymore.\" It was difficult for Deacon to fathom the raw, unadulterated agony Riddick experienced after she feigned her death. Having to dig a grave for a close friend and bury their lifeless corpse was undoubtedly terrifying, but it was a choice Deacon had to make to reassure that there would be a future. Despite the now healthy child's pleas, Deacon could not convince this man that she was alive, not by actions alone or simple claims. She let her arms lay slack to each hip while she climbed a tiny set of gilded steps and ambled past the long, garnished table. Her elegant fingers feathered over a silver goblet and plucked it tot in her grasp.\nShe took note of her reflection, one she had not seen in a long time. Her face was clean, no dirt or soil and her eyes were brighter then ever. At that same instant she dropped it, spilling a fresh Orlesian wine over the unsullied floor. She then stood in front of the knight-commander, but an inch separating their bodies. He was ... older; his aesthetics had matured and he had developed. His armor reflected his muscle mass and evidentially he'd adopted many more scars. His eyes were no longer sullen or vehement, but rather, stoic like her own. She stared in his for a long, warm moment and proceeded to circle to his side where she peered warily up at the child.\n\"Do you remember those foul herbs I made you take?\" The kindness in Deacon's voice was inviting to a child; Elizabeth nodded choppily, her head following Deacon's movements as she circled Riddick. \"They were horrid, weren't they. He had to take a much larger dosage then yourself after being severely injured by the orge.\" Deacon smiled an alluring smile, one that summoned a very eager Elizabeth down from her brother's arms and into those of Deacon who was more then willing to accept her. \"We hid in that cave for many days, in darkness with little food or water. It was a time for me to reflect on how severely Ra - Riddick. How severely Riddick wanted you back in his arms.\""
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"value": "The male's attention moved to the female who started speaking to whomever, his little sister replying with a shake of her head. No, this couldn't be Deacon. It was impossible, there was no spell in the world that could preserve her body. Though, her story was identical to what had happened in that cave. Riddick waved his hand dismissively after she spoke her little tale, Elizabeth cuddling up in the arms of the woman. Seemingly falling asleep after laying her head down against her shoulder, even though she was twelve .. she was still a big ol' baby. Just the way Riddick wanted her to stay, sure, she needed to grow up eventually but not any time soon .. not when she can still be a child.\nHis dismissively gesture was just that, dismissing the party. Resting in the chair, was this Deacon? Guess there was only one way to find out. Waiting till all his guest had piled out from the table, leaving the three alone. His digitals pressing against each other's tips, the male's chin and mouth resting in the spot where it could. \"I recall waking from this said ... over-dose of this said drug.\" The male spoke, replying to the end of her sentence but that could've been easily passed down from someone who ran into Zander. He could've easily squealed out some details for a coin purse ... or even to move a blade from his neck.\nHead turning up to from his mouth, looking at the girl. \"What exactly was to happen after this drug?\" Referring to the little demand Rage had spoke to her. Help him release his problem because she was the one who caused it. Of course, if she didn't know this answer ... she got it from one of the four. The male never told a soul, wasn't such a 'noble' thing of his that he did in the past. Forcing a woman to help him with his said problem, the man grew up from that childish antics."
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"value": "\"You became \"irritated\", for lack of a better term.\" It was a disgrace, the mess they made of the dining hall. Food spilled over the stone floor, wine staining tapestries and materials. Worst of all Deacon took note of the malignant odor emitting from both human blood and wine coming in contact with each other. She rolled her shoulders though let her fingers comb through Elizabeth's flaxen ringlets, insuring her head was resting perfectly on the crook of her neck.\n\"You! Unhand the child and turn around!\"\nThe booming voice spilled through the entirety of the chamber, clambering to command Deacon who had so brazenly invaded their peaceful inauguration banquet. Elizabeth sensed Deacon's intentions and began clutching onto her robes desperately almost, but Deacon was successful in her actions and placed the preadolescent child on the floor near her brother. \"Banshee, correct?\" The woman turned only to make a face of raw distaste. This man - the one which had commanded her to step away from Elizabeth - had uttered her alias so brazenly.\nAs she turned her eyes were lit with the reflection of many men, each heavily armed with brandished weapons and sour battle faces. The man which stepped forth in front of them was tucking away a piece of parchment within his vestment. \"Hands where we can see them, mage. You're not to bed trusted.\" Immediately Deacon's expression went flat. She faced the commander and raised her hands over her head at his behest, standing perfectly still. The commander took note of her clothing - they were tailored extremely well but he was not accustomed to a mage wearing leggings as they were generally seen wearing simple robes. \"Knight-commander Riddick. This is a document from Tevinter Imperium stating that if this woman is to be captured, she is to be questioned and put to death shortly after. I take it I don't need to reinform you of this, but, we should arrest her now before the rebels return.\""
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"value": "\"You have what document, jailor?\"\nRiddick's voice boomed, stopping him dead in his tracks as the figure moved to try an touch the girl. He still was on the fence about her being Deacon, but, the .. whole thing was about right. Rage, at that time, was a tad bit irritated.\n\"Sir?\" The jailor spoke, a bit baffled.\n\"Your document, I wish to see it. Given that I am going to be Knight-Commander, you are ordered to give me this document from Tevinter Imperium. Until you are to do so, she shall stay here in my watch. Run along now.\" Riddick quickly explained to the ill-advised jailor, why was such a document kept from him? Shouldn't he be aware as well?\nIt took the Jailor another twenty minutes to return with the paper, walking around the table toward the Knight-Commander, eyes fixated on the Mage. \"Here you are, sir.\" Tone a bit dull, he was embarrassed in front of the one that he was ordered to make sure didn't escape. Too bad for him, Riddick had authority over what was to happen. For him to take her in for 'questioning' wasn't going to sit well when the male hadn't finished out what he wanted to know. Pushing himself up from the chair, Elizabeth having crawled her way up into Deacon's arms after the male jailor walked away. Turning to the fire, the male read over the document. A woman named 'Banshee' is ordered to be captured for leaked information about the attempted assassination on the Knight-Commander. \"Whom leaked this said information?\" Riddick spoke lightly, \"I don't see her rebels leaking such, so, who did, Jailor?\"\n\"Sir, I don't know, sir.\" Stumbling over a few chairs as he took a step backwards.\nPaper being crumbled up in the hands of the Knight-Commander. \"Well, I don't see anyone but you, myself and my younger sister here. Do you, Jailor?\" - \"Sir .. ?\" The paper being tossed into the fire, burning quickly. \"I said I only see three people standing at this table right now. Not the fourth.\" Riddick's voice boomed, a bit agitated in needing to repeat himself. \"No, sir, just us three, sir.\"\nTurning to face 'Deacon' - 'Banshee' whomever this person was in front of him, \"Well, did you know about such leaked information? Because, if you are whom Elizabeth believes you are, I would like to know how in the world you are even standing before me. I buried the Deacon I knew four years ago, how can someone look identical to her?\""
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"value": "Slowly, Randy wandered through the countryside, enjoying the sunny day. He was on the way to a certain town, which had a quite unusual reputation and, above all, population. But he didn't make haste. He had all the time of the world, after all.\nRandy was a trainer. Or rather he wanted to be one. He had no pokemon of his own yet and no experience at all, but he was determined to become a trainer. He had a love for pokemon, as long as he could think, something that didn't wane as he got older. Leaving his hometown, he went on a journey to become a trainer.\nHe was a young boy of 16 years, with long brown hair, tied into a thin ponytail and blue eyes. He wore dark blue shorts, a white t-shirt and a green jacket.\nPretty soon, he could spot a town in a small distance. This had to be the one! There weren't any other settlements near it, so it was quite isolated. Randy grinned. His search was finally over. He was sure that he could find there, what he looked for. He walked a bit faster towards the town."
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"value": "Ahead in the distance, the town was starting to come into view. Its many inhabitants could be seen rushing about. carrying on with their usual routines. However, there was something in particular about this town that made it stand out: it was home to a wide variety of Pokemon variants. Pokemon variants were so hard to come across these days, and that was why this town was so sought after. It wasn't necessarily easy to find this place, especially since it was in a remote location. It was a good thing Randy hadn't gotten completely lost on his way there. He wouldn't be able to see the little confrontation that was happening though...\n\"What the hell are you looking at? Don't make me punch your face in.\" There was a young Pokemon variant leaning up against a tree, crossing her arms over her chest. This one in particular was an Umbreon variant. She seemed to be around 18 at least, with short black hair and crimson red eyes. She wore a black tanktop that showed off her belly, and a pair of baggy blue jeans. Upon her head were a pair of ears that resembled those of an Umbreon, and she had a tail as well. A small group had approached her, surrounding her. \"Huh? So looks like the brat's still spouting nonsense.\" one of them said. The group consisted of a few fighting and psychic type variants. Luna, as she was called, was known for getting in a ton of fights with others variants. Her infamy had gotten many of the others to try and get her out of the town. She sighed softly as she moved from the tree, ready to fight them if needed. She was actually one of the better fighters in the entire town. She just had a really nasty attitude towards the other people and to trainers especially. \"If you want me to mess up your face, feel free to step forward.\""
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"value": "Curious, what would expect him, he neared the town. He could already see some of it's strange inhabitants: Pokemon variants. Pokemon who looked like human girls, but with certain features of pokemon. He smiled. He finally found what he was looking for. He wouldn't be satisfied with ordinary pokemon. These variants however, as the precious rarities they were, were exactly right.\nRandy thought back on the meeting with the strange woman. She was the one, who told him where he could find this town. He didn't believe her initially but couldn't take his mind off it. So he followed her directions and as he came nearer his hope grew. And now he could see that it wasn't a lie. Still, the woman never demanded something in return for the information and he had no idea why she told him about it. But he could think about it another time. Now there were more important things to do...\nAs he arrived in the town, the variants looked at him. Some frightened, some wary, but all curious. Randy wondered if they even knew about humans. Due to the isolation, it could be possible, that had no idea what he was. He wasn't sure whether he should say something. Maybe they wouldn't even understand him. In the end, he didn't say anything and just went further into the town.\nAfter a while, he could see a small group of variants, standing around a tree. Beside the tree itself was a pretty girl, who had features, reminiscent of an Umbreon. She seemed to be rather aggressive, but something about her fascinated Randy. He went closer, watching her carefully."
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"value": "The other variants started to close in on her. It was quite a sight to see, both make and female variants were ready to take her all at once. She didn't stand down at all though. It only served as a testament to her fighting capabilities. Luna grumbled softly to herself, cracking her neck and knuckles as she prepared herself. the look on her face seemed to be daring them to come at her. Soon, a couple of them came at her, both swinging at her. She easily dodged under it, grabbing their heads and smashing them together. While they went down, another trio tried their luck. She blocked off one of their punches, tossing them away, while the other two teamed up against her. One of them had managed to grab her arms, holding her back, but as the other threw a punch she dodged, making him hit the other. Using the opening, she quickly sent her fist into his jaw. This scuffle continued for a while, though she seemed to be easily subduing them. It wasn't long before they were all gasping for breath all around her. She still looked ready to fight though."
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"value": "Randy watched in awe, the fight that was going on before his eyes. The Umbreon girl was obviously a very skilled fighter, taking on multiple enemies at once and win easily. At least it looked easy to him. When everyone around her was gasping, she looked like she wanted to fight more. He was scared, but his admiration was even greater. She was pretty, nimble and strong.\nTo make it short: She was ideal as his first pokemon.\nOf course, that would be problematic. After all, he had no pokemon he could her with and his own combat skills were nearly nonexistent. Also, he had heard before, that there is a special way, with which variants had to be caught, but he didn't know what it was.\nSo, it was unlikely that he would succeed and he was frightened of her. But he couldn't just back away now. It was an ideal chance and he couldn't just let it go to waste. So he went nearer to her, but still in a distance.\n\"Hey, Umbreon girl!\" Randy shouted, challenging. \"I will catch you here and now, you hear?\""
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"value": "Luna crossed her arms over her chest again. I t didn't seem like this bunch would keep her entertained long enough. \"Hmph, I expected more out of this. I didn't have any trouble at all with you.\" she muttered, only serving to bug them even more. There wasn't much they could do about her though. They couldn't quite match up to her fighting capability. This was no good. She was so bored lately, and this wasn't enough to keep her satisfied. for the moment she thought of just going home for the day, but then she'd still have noting to do.\n\"Hey, Umbreon girl! I will catch you here and now, you hear?\"\n\"Guh!\" She clenched her fist tightly as she turned to see where the voice was coming from. To her surprise, it came from that of a young human. It wasn't just that though. She was a bit annoyed that he'd refer to her like that. For them, it was a somewhat of an insult to refer to them by the pokemon they resembled. \"What the hell? What do you think you're doing in a place like this? You're just another wannabe trainer trying to get lucky.\""
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"value": "\"'Trying'? I think, I'm lucky already. After all, I found a precious pokemon with you. My name is Randy and soon it will be the name of your trainer.\"\nHe had a cocky smirk on his face and pointed challenging at her with his index finger. He seemed to ooze with confidence.\nBut in truth, his confidence vanished nearly completely, when she turned to face him. From the beginning, he was aware that this was probably the dumbest idea, he ever had and now he was fully aware in what situation he brought himself in.\nHe had no chance. She would crush him without mercy.\nBut he couldn't just back away now. He had to save his face and at least fake his confidence. Still his eyes were wandering over the defeated variants, hoping that somebody would help him. Then again, he probably wouldn't have a chance even then."
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"value": "Demeter was angry. She hated Zeus! Once again he thought to run her life, her thoughts, simply because long ago they had slept together. Well, that changed when he killed Iasius at the ritual. That damnable man. She stomped her feet, her robes violently swirling around her shapely legs. Well, she would put a stop to this! Demeter rounded on her desk, sitting to start her plot against the King of the Pantheon. So into her musings was she that she didn't hear the door to her study open and close with only a whisper of sound. Mumbling to herself she sat with her quill and paper, writing coded messages to people who owed her favors. The strong hand that came from behind and covered her mouth made her call out, though muffled and unheard by her Priestesses.\nDemeter was dragged away, kicking, screaming, and trying fruitlessly to bite the hand of her captor. With inner horror she felt the shift- the one that let her know she was being drug through the planes- to Earth and humans. With a final wail, she was hurtled through the rift, with a last blow to her temple from her captor. With a thud her unconscious body thudded to the dried out earth, in a ditch to the side of a rutted road, her toga torn and her temple steadily leaking blood."
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"value": "Ionas spent the better part of the morning packing up his cart. He shook his head as he glanced over the meager pickings he had managed to harvest from his fields. The fields had been in his family for six generations. Ionas had spent the better part of his twenty seven years working in the fields which had made him strong and tanned from the sun beating down on him. His lips part in a soft whisper of a prayer to Demeter asking her to watch over his fields. He loads the last two baskets into the cart both holding a few extra items of clothing and the best of his harvest. He could get good money for them but one basket belonged to Demeter's Temple. The other he always donated to the orphange no matter how bad his own harvest was.\nHe travels along the word guiding the mule singing a song softly praising Demeter for her bounty this year. His eyes keep a close eye on both sides of the roads for bandits. Ionas barely spots the figure laying in a ditch as he brings the cart to a stop. He glances around before moving towards the figure kneeling slowly to turn the her over. He gasp softly seeing her torn clothing and the bleeding temple. He releases his own cloak wrapping her in it as he lifts her carrying her to his cart setting her inside softly. He uses an extra toga to wrap her forehead. \"Hang on young maiden. Ill get you to Apollo's temple for healing.\""
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"value": "Demeter slowly woke. Sound came first. There was a light squeaking, as if a wheel was turning. The crunch of gravel underfoot confirmed the fact. She heard the steps from the mule in front of her and a soft humming from what sounded like a man- singing one of her ballads. Not good. The only ones who sung ballads of her were her human disciples. Well crap. She was in the human realm.\nNext came feeling. This started with a methodical rocking from the moving cart that made her feel like she was in Poseidon's realm. Then, with a groan, she felt her temple and the many scrapes on her body. Her lips felt bruised and dry, like she as dieing of thirst. Her legs felt leaded as though she would never walk again. Demeter let out a sound that was cross between a groan and a whimper and tried to grab hold of the carts sides so she could sit up without opening her eyes. Halfway up she got incredibly dizzy and laid back down with a groan, holding her head in one hand and her ribs in the other."
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"value": "He continues to hum his song to Demeter as he guides the mule along trying to keep the cart steady avoiding most of the larger pot holes. He turns hearing a soft groan from the back of the cart. \"Whoah mule.\" He pats the mules neck as it comes to a stop. His footsteps move to the back of the cart pulling out a water bottle as he helps the maiden sit up slowly. \"Take it easy young maiden. You seem to have been left by the road.\"\nHe gently offers her the water skin to her smiling warmly. \"I was headed towards Demeter's temple to offer a gift, but after seeing you I figured we should take you to Apollo's temple for healing.\" He brushes a strand of her hair back as he places his hand on her back lightly to try and help her sit up without hurting herself."
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"value": "The void between star systems is not so peaceful a place as one might be lead to believe. Particularly not in the Delta Segmentium, where the contortions of The Warp throughout the sector was subtle, enigmatic and malign. It was not prone to violent warp storms, but rather sudden shifts and changes that would astonish and confuse even experienced Navigators, as the light of the Astronomicon is bent, shadowed and twisted to throw ships from their course, or bring them to impossible destinations in no conceivable manner of time. Thus the emergence of a vast space hulk into real space from its cloying reaches is not a rare occurrence, as the bending of time and space contort and wreak havoc upon those pour souls lost in the Immaterium.\nThis hulk showed no signs of habitation to those Adeptus Mechanicus logicians examining it's emerging signatures, it certainly did not seem to be under any kind of propulsion and had no signs of infestation by orks, or worse nightmares. Thus, when it was identified that a large section belonging to the hulk had once been what was clearly an Imperial vessel of great size and power, twisted into the massive wreckage a priority alert to standing forces was issued by the Adeptus Administratum that the hulk be seized in the name of the Emperor, that it might yield perhaps some lost secrets for the glory of the Imperium of Man.\nThe random emergence and entering of the Warp by space hulks is well documented throughout the Imperium, and little concern was given to the circumstance of this particular hulk. No thought was given that this hulk might have some purpose, some sinister motive, some intended ill to those servants of mankind who would so brazenly brave it's depths . . ."
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"value": "\"Scan the landing areas one last time. I will suffer no surprises in our docking of the ship.\" Cannoness Dahlya Krieg's voice carried across the entire bridge with ease. She stands calmly, her powered armor covered with purity seals and various emblems telling the tale of her many heroic deeds. Her left hand rested comfortably on the gilded storm bolter strapped to her side, her right hand fingering a chain of prayer beads crafted from pure obsidian.\n\"Ma'am, scanning complete. No lifesigns detected at any of the proposed docking sites. No energy signatures or suspicious tech either. Any of these four zones will be suitable for an insertion.\" Battle sister Vorria answered from the navigations station where she overlooked the technicians work. Vorria was Dahlya's Celestian Superior. Over the last few years she had shown remarkable potential, so Dahlya had taken to personally train the warrior for the duties required of a Cannoness.\n\"Good. Prepare your Celestians and the Repentia. We will enter the third docking zone, it's closer to the bridge. Destroy zones two and four, destroy three after we are clear. After taking control of the ship we shall exit zone one.\" She turned around sharply, her vividly red cape billowing behind her as she moved.\n\"Mistress? May I ask why we don't simply perform an extraction from our docking site?\" Vorria asked, careful not to sound disobedient or doubtful of her superiors decision.\n\"Because Vorria. Zone one is very near the secure cargo hold. And the Administratum will be anxious to know if any Imperial treasures or artifacts are aboard. A waste of our time, but less paperwork when this is over if we check for them.\" With that Dahlya exited the bridge and made her way to her personal chambers. Once there she sealed the door behind her. She went to a knee and pulled a small wrapped package from under her own rack.\nThe Cannoness immediately felt a surge of emotion as she held the package. Anger, joy, lust, pride, sorrow all flooded her mind as she pulled the wrappings from a small metallic disc. On the disc was an image no mortal could create, a face in the grips of every emotion the human mind could comprehend. Around the face was several glyphs that she had yet to translate, if anyone knew she had this, and Inquisitor would be dragging her away very quickly. Dahlya sighed, she regretted the moment she ever touched the thing, but she relished the sensations it allowed her to experience. Her faith, her path she willingly chose had no room for such things. Only devotion should live within her heart, she had been waiting for a chance to be rid of it, convincing herself that it was too risky to throw it out.\n\"Immortal Emperor. Give me strength and purge these impure thoughts from my mind. And forgive my weakness.\" She re wrapped the damnable artifact, and made her way to the docking bay. Once out of her room, her face became once again an image of strength. No matter her feelings, her sisters would see only the might of Adeptas Sororitas."
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"value": "As the warrior maidens of the Ecclesiarchy readied for the search and reclamation of what had once been the Imperial BattleshipPraetorianthey could be secure in that their sensors had indeed picked up no life readings or telltale signs of ambush as they prepared their final docking sequence. There were not many forces in the galaxy who could foresee what was in store for them in fact, as their ship docked a strange artifact began to glow to life in one of the upper gun decks of what had once been a proud warship of the Imperial Navy. Now however it had been melded and bonded to a great deal of debris till it was only part of the greater space hulk, and its mass had merged with more than just Imperial Craft. Like an expanding splinter, the remnants of what had once been a great warp gate, now equally twisted by the haphazard whims of Chaos it had once again found it's connection to it's brother gates, the great network that had once been the circulatory system that had preserved the greatest empire the galaxy had ever seen.\nThe Webway. One of the greatest triumphs and curses ever to be born by the Eldar. Created in their golden age it allowed effortless, secure travel across the galaxy through the Warp. With their fall however, it was like a malignant tumor, and many a lesser race and malign entity had sought to use it for their own nefarious purposes. The Eldar themselves no longer truly controlled it, nor knew the complete extent of it, but they more than any other race could use it to their greatest advantage. And now, it was their dark kin who had found this long forgotten entrance, hidden amongst this innocuous space hulk, the perfect trap for any prey they should choose to capture and enslave.\nThe gate rippled and pulsed, tearing out into real space as the Dark Eldar raiding party began to pour out, into the upper decks deep in the reaches of the hulk, still just barely a whisper in the Warp, but already a more immediate threat to the Sisters who even now were beginning the exploration of the supposedly deserted ship."
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"value": "\"Fan out sisters. Five meter spread. No sound.\" Dahlya commanded, and her sisters obeyed. With ruthless precision Vorria and her Celestian moved to cover every entrance to the hanger that was now their docking bay. Their massive power armor moved with the same agility and grace as their own bodies, they were angels of war. Behind her fourteen sisters Repentia stood ready. Their bare skin already glistened with sweat, it was hot on the hulk, and humid. An oddity, but the hulk itself was a monument to impossibility. Dozens if not hundreds of ships, satellites, and stations all twisted together into a floating amalgam of horror. Dahlya had seen before the things that lurked within the walls of a hulk. Things beyond imagination, things that could shake the faith of even the hardiest priest.\nDahlya held her custom Storm Bolter with one hand, up next to her shoulder so she could fire immediately. Her standard issue power sword hung from her right hand. And Grimfate, her own personal weapon. An Eviscerator type chain sword like the Repentia carry, only hers was crafted on Mars itself. It was a chain weapon and a power weapon at the same time, the fury of it's motor drowned even the most demonic roars, and it's teeth could rend even Ceramite. It hung from a harness on her back.\n\"Cannoness. Only one path is usable. It leads away from the bridge, however Sister Idanni carries the Multi-melta. If the schematic holds to this corridor..\" The battle sister pointed to a hologram of the ships original layout. \"Then we can cut our way up to the bridge level and go straight into the command deck from this bulkhead.\"\n\"Excellent work. Make it happen sister. Take point Repentia!\" The sisters Repentia started moving quickly. They were hindered only with their Eviscerators. So they covered ground quickly, and if any threats met them during their course, then there was nothing better for them to meet than the Repentia. Fanatical, fearless, and without any mercy or restraint.\n\"This is Dahlya Krieg to the Revenant Dawn. We are en route to the command deck. Commence destruction of docking zones in five seconds.\"\n\"Copy that sister. May the Emperor guide you.\" With that Dahlya followed after the Repentia, Vorria right behind her.\n\"May he guide us all.\" She said as the Revenant Dawn poured destruction into the Hulk. Leaving only molten slag to tell of her passing."
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"value": "As the Sisters began their ascent up towards the command deck of the ship, the raiding party was making preparations of it's own. Kaltus emerged from the Webway's entrance only a few seconds after the first of his raiders, but already they were busying themselves fanning out to scout out the corridors they had prearranged their ambushes for. This had all been set up by the Archon and his Haemonculi as a trap to lure any mon-keigh foolish enough to spring it, and now it was Kaltus as Dracon of Kabal Scerree, to be sure it was a fruitful endeavor. They had explored most of the decks and had a good layout of the hulk before coaxing it into position to emerge from the Warp, and he had made personally sure that each of his raiders knew which ambush routes they were responsible for.\nBehind Kaltus now emerged his retinue of incubi, loyal and voracious killers who served as his personal guard and strikers, and behind them Haemonculus Tseeran, and a cadre of his choice Grotesques. Kaltus sighed from inside his helmet, as their was no love lost between Tseeran and himself, even by the standards of Dark Eldar within the same Kabal. He was an effective tormentor and useful yes, but had no mind for military matters and found the favor of the Archon in the entertainment he provided. A sudden tremor however distracted Kaltus form his musings of the failures of their Lord Archon and he immediately turned to his incubi. \"Report!\" He demanded as the display from his helmet lit up indicating the direction of the explosion, and route to the hulk's entrance. \"Dracon, the mon-keigh have begun boarding the ship and have destroyed the entrance at the lower gun decks.\" His incubi responded, and Kaltus grinned.\n\"The vermin have cut off their only escape route and even now advance into our web . . . \", Tseeran said, rubbing his hands maniacally as he turned towards Kaltus who nodded politely in response. \"We shall allow them to advance, up to the third tier before the trap is sprung.\" He said, making it clear that he would be giving the orders here, \"The mandrakes will surround them, while you take the wyches and their beasts to cut off their escape.\" Then turning to his incubi and raiders he nodded. \"Then, we shall have them.\" There were cackles and howls of approval from his forces as they immediately spread out, moving silently and swiftly down the corridors of the hulk into two separate forces, adjusting as the Sister's penetrated deeper into their own demise."
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"value": "Dahlya stood motionless as Sister Idanni sliced through the durasteel bulkhead with ease. Her the beam of heat from her multi-melta carved the ceiling into molten slag. Dahlya, Vorria, and every other sister with a line of fire aimed their bolters at the soon to be opening. And after thirty seconds of blinding light and intense heat, a portion of the bulkhead fell onto the floor. They all waited, motionless and silent. Then after ten seconds of silence Vorria moved ahead, careful not to step on the still molten metal she surveyed the entrance. With a tap on her holo-scanner she got a 3-d rendering of the corridor above.\n\"Cannoness. The route so far holds true to the original schematics. The next floor we should be able to reach through this shaft right here, but the shaft is damaged. The Repentia will have little difficulty scaling it, but anyone in power armor will take some time to rig up an ascension harness. Or we can cut our way through the ceiling again and take the risk of damaging vital bridge systems.\" Dahlya sighed. Those were only half the difficulties between the decisions.\n\"Not only that. But if we cut through, we will alert any threat that may be inside the bridge, giving them a full ninety seconds to prepare an ambush. If we scale the shaft we will have surprise, but no viable exit strategy.\" She considered the options. Their mission was to take the bridge and secure the Hulk. Exit wasn't an option anyways. Plus, the risk of damaging the vital systems and walking into an ambush was far too great to take that path. \"We scale the shaft. Repentia! Take point!\"\nAgain the barely clothed soldiers moved ahead with speed and agility. Slinging their massive blades over their backs as they used each other as human ladders to climb through the opening. Her unit was through and reached the shaft in barely four minutes. They were making excellent time.\n\"Alright sisters. Prepare ascension harnesses, I want half the squad up with each trip. Repentia! Scale the shaft and secure us a landing. If you meet resistance then hold your ground and kill as many as you can. Death is your fate, death is your gift. We will be with you soon. Until then, may the emperor guide you.\" She watched the Repentia until they were out of her sight. Then she turned to Vorria and the Celestian. The moment she turned she felt a pang of some unknown sensation. She felt a sudden heat in her abdomen and without a doubt knew it came from the accursed artifact. Heat flooded down from her stomach to her thighs, and everywhere in between. Without betraying her cold demeanor she whispered a prayer, focusing her mind and blocking the sensation out. As soon as she had a chance, she would be rid of the thing."
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"value": "Melting their way through the shaft was a move unexpected by Kaltus, and thus the arrival of the Repentia on the upper level, already securing fighting space along the corridor while still Tseeran rounded the Battle Sisters to cut off any escape. They're rapid advance down the tunnels would have easily made for a much more difficult situation in running down and surrounding pockets of resistance, a laborious and potentially costly effort on his part, were it not for the Mandrakes. Maneuvering through the cramped, ill-lit corridors and even crawlspaces of the hulk was a task perfectly suited for the deranged creatures. No longer truly Eldar, they were more like the warp beasts of the wyches, useful so long as they could be controlled. And with the promise of slaughter and captives, it was not difficult to bait them into surrounding and delaying any unforeseen advances by the mon-keigh.\nAs the Repentia squad advanced, it was to utter silence within the corridors of the hulk, the shadowy passages and bulk heads taking on a malevolent atmosphere more like a dark wilderness than the sterile halls of a ship. They could take heart and faith that the Emperor watched over them, that the feeling of being watched, of being baited by foes unseen, predators just out of sight was a trick of the mind, a flaw in their focus to be redeemed when truly they faced their foes. But their fears were not so unfounded as might be believed. As they crossed through an intersection of passageways, the two Repentia furthest in back seemed to be suddenly enveloped in shadow as an ear splitting howl erupted from deep within the darkness of the passage in front of them.\nThe Mandrakes sprang from every corner of darkness, their flesh blending with the shadows with a fluid naturalism no technology could replicate. Their needle teeth and elongated claws were the stuff of nightmares, and demons of the Warp to which they had long been exposed and the attacked with a growing frenzy as the scent of flesh and spilled blood drove them wild. The were surrounding and amongst the Repentia in a swirling melee, even as their Eviscerators roared to life, mangling and cleaving through their bodies with ease, but it mattered not to the loathsome, twisted creatures. They were numerous and agile where the Repentia were ungainly with their massive weapons and though many fell beneath the whirring teeth, it was inevitable that others were subdued, dragged off into the darkness by the hissing, screeching warp-spawn."
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"value": "The mistress does not command. Her duty is to ensure the Repentia follow commands. So long as they do their duties, the Mistress remains silent. Ohkorra Veshyr had remained silent until the shadows began to move. Without the Cannoness she was all that kept the Repentia from losing their minds and bodies to madness. She had fought this foe before. She was a veteran of nearly sixty battles, to look at her you would see a striking woman, who's face held both youth and experience as well as scars. You would not know that thirty five years of her life had been dedicated to the penance of the fallen. She knew well this foe's tactics, to move with the darkness, to be the darkness, to make fear a weapon and cut deep with it's edge.\n\"SISTERS! TEAR THEM DOWN! KEEP YOUR BACKS TO EACH OTHER!\" She lashed out into the moving shadows with her bladed whips, feeling the bite of flesh as she carved flesh from bone. \"FALTER NOT SISTERS! DEATH IS YOURS TO GIVE IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!\" Her fanatical devotion had earned her many a honour throughout her career. It also carried the Repentia far beyond their capacity. But slowly they were overrun. The dark fiends that assaulted them were too numerous, and the Repentia could not use their Eviscerators too their full potential in these tight spaces. Eventually even Ohkorra was overrun, her whips torn from her hands, they wanted her alive, for she was not killed. Instead as she fought them off with her armored hands they tore into her suit, slowly damaging the circuits until the motors slowed and the power died. She could do nothing but swear and bide her time as she was drug off into the darkness with her repentia. She would wait, she would find time, and she would strike."
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"value": "The Mandrakes were many things, but they were not perfect. They were talented, patient, methodical hunters yes, but they were not terribly efficient. It took great lengths to be sure they did not devour their prey on the spot, and Kaltus knew no threat, no promise, nothing that would motivate them to go about their work as efficiently, cleanly or nearly as quietly as he should like; ashe would kill. They had overwhelmed the Repentia, yes, but they had made a terribly bloody mess doing it, and their raucous howls and the sounds of gore and slaughter echoed through the halls of the hulk alerting anyone who cared to listen that blood had been spilled within the decks of the hulk for the first time in perhaps a millennium. And blood spilled would call for yet more blood still.\nKaltus knew as his scouts relayed that the Mandrakes had met resistance, that their prey would be similarly alerted, and he was pleased. He was pleased because the purpose of the Mandrakes was yet twofold: they were advanced scouts for her and his Raiders, but they were also bait in and of themselves. Already their battle had bought time for Tseeran and the wyches to maneuver behind the mon-keigh, and they would be much more delicate in their pursuit and the eventual ambush, waiting until the time was right and their doom assured. The mon-keigh would be drawn to the sounds and scene of battle like daemons to the pyre, and then it would be too late.\nBut for a number of the Repentia, including Mistress Ohkorra Veshyr, it was too late already. The Mandrakes had them in their clutches and were it not for Kaltus's explicit orders, they might have met a grisly fate at the fangs and claws of the cannibalistic fiends. No, their fate was reserved for much darker, more twisted fiends yet, and as the raiders pried the remaining Repentia from their clutches, the beasts howled with a desperation that might yet soon be matched by those who were so recently their prisoners. The armored Eldar relieved them of their weapons, and finding the Repentia still violent and fanatical even under threat of violence were liberal with their use of agonizers and their own neuro-decimators, rendering even the most fervent of Repentia into mewling heaps as their senses overloaded, rending their perceptions between intense pleasure and pain as they were dragged off.\nSlave-nets kept them subdued as they were brought back towards the Dark Eldar field base, and Mistress Veshyr could see the foul xenos as they readied for their ambush, her armor keeping her immobilized without need for their torturous tools. At least, for the moment."
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"value": "Ohkorra cursed quietly to herself as she watched her Repentia reduced to husks by the xeno's torturous weapons. One by one they fell and were dragged off, until she was dragged along. Her armor kept her prisoner enough, they must have decided not to waste their devices on her immobile form. She had an idea of what was coming, and she would keep her calm. The only reason dark eldar take prisoners is for slaves or for pleasure before disposal. Twice before she'd been subjected to the dark vices of the xenos, each one she'd bided her time until she could call the wrath of the emperor upon them. This time would be no different. Her only failure was her inability to inform the Cannoness of their fate.\nThey were taken.\" Dahlya surveyed the landing at the top of the shaft. The base area was untouched, empty, but only meters ahead the halls were scarred by fresh battle. Massive gouges showed where eviscerators had dragged across walls, scorches showed where Ohkorra's power whips had burned, and numerous smaller gouges gave light to smaller, much more sinister weapons.\n\"Genestealers?\" Vorria asked.\n\"No. Genestealers claws leave distinct marks, gouges, tears, they would not have stopped with the Repentia. They would have swarmed us in the shaft as well. No....this is Eldar. Dark or otherwise, I cannot say. But look at how fine the cuts are, only Eldar weaponry can cut through metal while being that thin.\" This did not bode well. She would assume the Repentia dead, she would assume the Mistress Ohkorra was alive until she saw the body. That woman was invincible. For now, it was her and the Celestians.\n\"Do we pursue?\" Vorria asked, a hint of worry in her voice.\n\"We do not. The Repentia are likely dead or incapacitated, so they have met their desired end or will do so soon. Ohkorra will not die so easily, and would not want us to follow her. She will reach us again. We continue the mission.\" She started to take a step when another pang of heat from the talisman hit her, it took all her will to keep from doubling over. Normally it emitted a myriad fog of emotion, now it was concentrating on pleasure. Maybe it was trying to tell her something....all the more reason to be rid of it. She forced herself into motion, silent prayers and focus eventually drowned out the talismans effect. Within moments they reached the blast door to the command room. \"Open it.\"\n\"Yes Cannoness.\" Sister Myreya moved to the control console and began restoring it's power. Within a minute, the doors began to slide open. All celestians trained their weapons on the growing entrance. Idanni and her Multi-melta, Myreya, Sassia, and Keira with their Twin-linked bolters, Freya with her hand flamers, and Vorria with her heavy bolter."
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"value": "Ohkorra was herded along with the surviving Repentia into a hastily erected corral of fine, mono-filament mesh, sharper than any razor wire, but for now it mattered little as her armor still kept her immobile and the Repentia were still rendered mostly nonsensical from the xenos neuro-weapons. From her position she could see as a particularly skeletal Eldar, clad in dark robes, with foul intentions in his eyes, perused over them, before being approached by a more heavily armored Eldar, the raiding party's commander. Harsh words were briefly exchanged between the two before they both stalked off, the Haemonculus with a final glance backward before they both disappeared down separate corridors, leaving the battle sisters with only a token guard for now.\nBefore the doors were even half-way open, the plasma charges that had been attached to the other end of the door erupted in gouts of white hot energy, blasting the hatch the rest of the way open, and burning or blinding anyone standing too close or unlucky enough to be looking directly at the blast without flare compensation. Even as the smoke from the blast cleared, more smoke, unnatural warp spawned smoke poured out of the command deck filling the corridor with a fine mist that seemed prickly about the skin, even as the fire fight erupted. Dark Eldar shredder fire poured out of the hatchway; a bright hail of splinters that forced the Sororitas into the cover of the corridor's hatch combing. No enemies yet presented themselves, but suddenly, out of the dark and smoke of the entrance, a metallic monstrosity glided effortlessly out of the hall.\nCramped in the tight corridors, the Talos presented an easy target, but it's blades and stinger were already bright with eldritch technology, and it waded through the fog towards the battle sisters with the baleful aura of any demon. The construct was not their only worry however, as the dissonant, baying sounds of warp beasts and the battle cries of the wyches reached their ears, rapidly approaching the corridors they had just vacated, having circled around them to close the trap which the mon-keigh had been so kind to spring."
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"value": "HARLEEN QUINZEL\nHe was a mad man. He was insane. He was a creature void of any humane emotion and numb to the line of right and wrong. Her supervisor told her not to do it. Her colleagues warned her that it wouldn't be a good idea. She needed to do this though. To think of all recognition she would receive from this assignment. How much better and more intelligent she was than all of them. her professors would applaud her and her colleagues would be amazed. Taking on the criminal known as The Joker was major step in her career. She had spent year ins grad school for an assignment like this and it would be foolish to pass it by now.\nHarleen had did her research on him. He was responsible for several homicides, countless robberies and with a myriad of attempts on the mayor of Gotham Citiy's Mayor. He did all that and much more with a smile on his face. She remembered the pictures she'd seen of him. That tortured grin against a pale face, eyes black and empty. She wondered what could drive a man like that. If a man is what you called him. He was something else all together. She needed this opportunity to find out just what mad that man tick and her opportunity was now.\nPulling up to the Arkham asylum in her coupe classic. Harleen glanced at herself in the rear view mirror. Her blue eyes bright with determinative aptitude as she brushed her lose strands of blonde hair back behind her ears. Pushing her glasses up along the bridge of her nose she got out the car. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way up to the security desk to check in. Showing the man her i.d. he let her enter through the steely gate and it was there that she would be escorted in the building. She was join by another man and all three would enter the long hall. This is where the held the most dangerous of criminals. Clayface, Two Face, The Puppet Master this place was for the maniacs and crazies all together. They shouted out her through the thick glass, impenetrable as it was she still could help but feel a little vulnerable. Like they could break right when they felt ready to. Composing herself she kept her eyes straight to look ahead. Finally they stopped at the door. Beyond it would be her prize. The chance to get inside the Joker's head. Something no one had done before, well except maybe the Bat , but no one normal like her. One guard open the door and she walked in. The door closing behind her she looked around the room. There was no hint of individualism in here. The wall were just walls as much as the ceiling and floor were just ceiling and floor. However there on the cot next to the right wall she saw him.\n\"Hello, I am Dr. Harleen Quinzel\" She said taking her place in chair next to him. She looked up at the camera's in the room and she could hear the guards cackling about something out side. \"If you would Mr. J, I would like to begin your first session\" She said in her Boston accent."
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"value": "THE JOKER\nHis eyes peered up at her as she walked by, but quickly turned away once she realized where in the small room he was. As the guards ran down the rules and regulations one last time for her he started to whistle as he laid down body outstretched. It wasnt until she took a seat next to him did he start to acknowledge her.\nHarellen Quinzel. He whispered softly taking the time to elongate each letter as if just saying her name gave him some sort of pleasure. In all of Gotham the Joker was one of the only villains that all of the citizens both feared and where attracted to. Books had been written about him in a attempt to dissect his psyche and come up with some excuse as to why he was this way, and some of them where actually good reads, but even better kindling. Its not that he mind the publicity knowing his name was on the tongue of every citizen brought a smile to his face at night. Rarely did he ever deny an interview finding a small amount of pleasure with toying with the interviewer twisting his words and making the entire process fruitless for them. It also warmed the old crusty crevices of his heart to be able to tell an uppity guard that he would kill them the next night even though he was locked up and be able to upheld his promise, because he was a man of his words, or at lest the ones he liked. At first he had an entire plan set out to ruin the poor girls life, but after finding out her name he decided on doing something a little bit different this time.\nYa, know! as if coming to a great realization he sprung up on his cot quickly catching the attention of the on looking guards. If you where to rework it a bit and you get Harley Quinn, like the classic clown character, Harlequin, the very spirit of fun and Frivolity! chuckling softly at his realization he took the time to drink in her looks. He watched her carefully like a little boy eager to open up his Christmas gift. Now thats a name you can trust! Standing up he started to wonder around the room circling her as she continued to speak. Well then just tell me where to begin Harley purposely he used the nice name he gave her making it obvious that he did so. Jumping onto the coat from the side he returned to his resting position. I got all the time in the world to kill!"
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"value": "HARLEEN QUINZEL\nShe was already amused with him and began to study everything by just watching him waltz about the room. His motions were quick. It was like she waiting for him to pull out something crazy to out her with, but that wasn't the case.He called her Harley Quinn and amazingly she found herself chuckling. Never before thinking of her name like that. He was like a child in a way and she felt somewhat sorry for him the poor thing. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a file. Every crime he committed was written on this paper and yet no one knew anything of his past.\n\"I want to talk to you about your childhood. Your mother, your father and brothers and sisters.\" It was how these sessions usually started by getting to know the patient on a personal level. The idea was to treat them like the most fragile things in the world. She couldn't help but to smile a bit as pushed her glasses back up along the bridge of her nose. Taking a pen out the pocket of he skirt she crossed her legs and began to jot down a few things. \" Just tell me a little about yourself.\""
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"value": "THE JOKER\nMy father hit me a lot. He started off his voice much more serious then it ever was before. You see when he went off to war my mother was pregnant with me and decided that it was best not to tell him. So when he came back he was surprised by a two year old son and one thing my father hates more then anything else is surprises. As he spoke he continually moved his hands adding some visuals to his story. It seemed whenever I did something wrong he would hit me and even when I didnt BAM he would still hit me. Sitting up on the cot he remained hunched over as he spoke. I would try to impress him by doing some of the jokes I heard him listening to on his records, but he would just yell at me for touching them and hit me again. The hardest times where when him and my mother would argue with each other, cause he would hurt her and no matter how hard I would try he would just use his anger on me. I still remember the blood in my mouth. I thought that by making him laugh I would get him to be happier, but it seemed that only after drinking and beating me would he be really happy.\nYet, that was my first lesson, not everyone gets the joke. My dad didnt get nor does batman! just saying his name seemed to make the joker cringe slightly. They are both the same just muscular self righteous men who just cant get the pun. Looking over at her his eyes slightly closed almost as if looking for sympathy. But your not like that right?"
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"value": "HARLEEN QUINZEL\nChild abuse? The Joker was a victim of child abuse? She jotted these things down on her notepad as he spoke to her about his father. He sounded like-no he was an asshole. How could someone treat their own child like that? She pursed her red lips together in concentration Slicking back a lose strand of blonde hair. Ok so the abuse was one thing and apparently he always had a sense humor since then. It just developed into something more serious. They way he presented his jokes now were more than social stigma that developed in the mind of an abuse child. Poor thing.\nShe looked at him when he asked her if she was like that. Her blue eyes bright and curious. \"No, it's terrible that your father would do those things to you. It would make anyone angry. \" That was truth no doubt. Harley needed to know more about him. \" The way you relate your father to your involvement with Batman, do you think of them the same?\" She looked at him. It was like watching a child watch his favorite puppy get run over by a truck, and then came the rain, yet the child was still out there watching the dead puppy get washed away, completely away. She was feeling sympathetic, but had to remember to be professional."
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"value": "THE JOKER\n\"I don't know..\" he whispered softly sitting back and rubbing his chin in contemplation. Actually.. Yeah! Now that I think of it. As if he was putting the pieces together in his mind he walked back and forth pacing at he spoke. I mean all I want to do is make people smile, but the both of them just punish me for it. So I try harder and harder, but no matter what I do at every turn I am faced with the cold harsh stern glare of disapproval. Sitting back down as if surprised by this revelation he looked up to her in confusion. But what do I do? No matter how hard I try for a better life the big man keeps putting me down.\nA red light started to go off showing the end of their session. What we are over already? Joker wondered as he saw the guards approached putting his hands into shackles. It had already been discussed that the session would be short, due to the types of criminals in the prison. As it stood it was already risky having him outside of his jail. Well we will just have to continue some other time. With that they took him off leaving her in an empty room the door open for her to leave at any time.\nIn her car rested a vase holding a single rose with a note saying, Come Back Soon there was no signature or anything else, but it was clear who it could be from."
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"value": "HARLEEN QUINZEL\nWas time up already? She didn't notice but their session was up. She felt a wave of overwhelming emotion take her over. Could they have been wrong about The Joker all along? He was just a poor abused child inside trying to make people laugh, but no one would give him a shot. Just a punch in the face, cuffed and thrown into a cell. \"I'll be back next week\" She said as the guards took him away. She didn't want him to go. She wasn't read. Just when they were getting somewhere.\nWalking back to her car her mind was racing. If only she had been allowed more time with him. Really getting to know your patient was her goal. Firth thing in the morning she would ask her supervisor for more access and longer sessions. How else would she reach her goal of getting inside The Joker's head? Unlocking her car she hopped in and to her surprise she found red rose sitting in a vase. There was note on it saying three simple words that placed a smile on her face. It only took her moments to realize who the gift was from and then her eyes widened in shock. How did he? She got out of the car and looked around the empty parking lot. There was no one out here . Getting back into her car she took off and drove home."
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"value": "The Joker\nAt the next meeting she was left in the large interview room by herself for quiet some time as the guards seemed to have issues getting the Joker. Alone she was able to think over the week and the strange things that seemed to happen to her. She seemed to always find herself around a small gang of thugs who whenever someone accosted her would come to her rescue. Yes, they werent the smartest, but they did do one thing write and that was beating up people. Quickly she started to see a change in her office as more of her peers paid respect to her offering her tickets to concerts or invitations to parties that she never got before. Hell all in all this had been one fantastic week for Harley.\nI am sorry miss, but he is demanding that you two do the interview in his own ceil. It seems that ever since you came along he hasnt really been acting up lately and the chief want to keep it that way, but there will be safe risk. We are doing a search of his room and if everything comes up clean we will put you in and you two can have your session. As he spoke he was actually pleading her to go along with it. The Joker had been well know for injuring a guard every other day, but now not one. It was a good thing and he didnt want to lose it."
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"value": "Harleen Quinzel Well wasn't this a surprise. She had never gotten so many good reviews from her colleagues. Thinking back to last week she still had the rose and vase and even kept the note. Wondering if he wrote it himself. It would of been awfully nice if he did. For some reason it was like her life had improved since her first meeting with Mr. J. That's what she called him (in her head anyway). Nodding to the guard as he ranted on about something she was in complete accord with it. \"That's perfectly fine with me.\" She couldn't wait to see him. It was almost going to the fair for the first time. You knew what was going to be there ,but you didn't really know what to expect.\nAs the guard escorted her down the hall she couldn't help but notice how the other criminals were quiet. No one shouting disturbing or rude remarks to her, whistling or hooting. She arched an eyebrow in curiosity. They stopped right in front of his cell. The door being opened for her as she walked in with a very bright smile on her face. She really began to think just how much influence The Joker really had if could makes requests like this. Her chair was already placed next to his bed as if it had been waiting on her. \"I've heard you made a few requests, I'm surprised really.\" She took her seat and placed her bad down on the ground next to her. \"Ready to begin?\"\nHarleen Quinzel Well wasn't this a surprise. She had never gotten so many good reviews from her colleagues. Thinking back to last week she still had the rose and vase and even kept the note. Wondering if he wrote it himself. It would of been awfully nice if he did. For some reason it was like her life had improved since her first meeting with Mr. J. That's what she called him (in her head anyway). Nodding to the guard as he ranted on about something she was in complete accord with it. \"That's perfectly fine with me.\" She couldn't wait to see him. It was almost going to the fair for the first time. You knew what was going to be there ,but you didn't really know what to expect.\nAs the guard escorted her down the hall she couldn't help but notice how the other criminals were quiet. No one shouting disturbing or rude remarks to her, whistling or hooting. She arched an eyebrow in curiosity. They stopped right in front of his cell. The door being opened for her as she walked in with a very bright smile on her face. She really began to think just how much influence The Joker really had if could makes requests like this. Her chair was already placed next to his bed as if it had been waiting on her. \"I've heard you made a few requests, I'm surprised really.\" She took her seat and placed her bad down on the ground next to her. \"Ready to begin?\""
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"value": "I am sorry to inform you all be I may not be posting for a while.. (I had to move to the big apple and I thought I would have my lab-top but thing arrived broke so I have no way to get a computer really.) I will return I just dont know when. If you want you may use any of the progress we have done in our rps with others. Well, until I get my computer back or buy a new one, peace out.\n\"Well they can be nice to me when they want to\" he whispered softly. Laying on his small coat he staired at the wall of his jail cell. Spinning around he sat up before huching over to face her. \"Plus i dont want us to get desturbed.\" It took him a few minutes before he spoke again just watching her as she walked. \"I thought we should do something a little different. I mean you know so much about me but i have no idea about who you are. So what about today you let me ask you the question. Please?\" he askedk her his eyes pleading her."
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"value": "Sonata patted her cheeks and took a deep breath in front of the mirror. Okay this is it. After all the training and preparation she was finally going to head out into the world. She adjusted her white tank top, and tightened the belt on her white cargo pants. She did not want them falling down, due to some unusual extremities, it would be embarrassing on a completely insane level. Out of insecurity she patted herself, feeling the long thick bulge beneath her pants. Yup, it was still there. She wouldn't mind...if she thought people were more understanding. But she would probably be labeled a freak for having a penis, and a sizable one at that.\n\"Oh come on! No one knows so stop worrying!\" She sighed, it was a pain to. She was by any standards gorgeous, long shiny white hair, firm, shapely breasts, perfect ass and legs. And an eleven inch long dick. Perfect. Oh well. Eventually she might build up the courage to tell someone, maybe her trainer friend perhaps. It had been years since she'd seen her, since she'd gone off to become a Pokegirl trainer. Ever since then Sonata had been training to become a breeder, so maybe she could at least help her friend in some way.\n\"Okay, Okay. Almost time to meet her at the gates!\" She grabbed her backpack and her headphones, slipping them around her neck and the backpack over her shoulders then headed off. As she walked to the agreed meeting place she mused over what her friend would look like. She herself had changed quite a bit since they split off, she tried to imagine the girl all busty and hot like her. Somehow it wouldn't take, she imagined her a little more gothic, or alternative style. Though she had to stop visualizing as her member was beginning to respond. It was okay, her baggy cargo pants hid it unless she got a full on erection.\nShe breathed deep and cleaned up her thoughts. Enough of that. She was almost there."
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"value": "Kaia adjusted the glasses that had sunk to the bridge of her nose. Her short black hair framed her face in a cute way, just showing enough to entice, but hiding some of her features from view. Her dark eyes looked out across the grass that led right up to the gate that led into Saffron City. She could see the skyscrapers and buildings so close, but blocked off by the hills and stone that ran around the city. She'd not been home for so long. She was excited to see her friend, Sonata, who had wanted to become a Pokegirl breeder when Kaia had left so long ago.\nShe blushed as she found herself straightening her outfit, a short skirt and a long-sleeved sweater to keep out the chill of winter. Her legs were kept warm with the thermal hosiery that she wore, and her neck and chin was warmed with the orange striped scarf. She felt a cool breeze brush past and she shivered, but only for a moment. Her thoughts quickly went back to the friend she hadn't seen in so long. Her hand went to one of the balls at her belt, which she took and tossed, pressing the button before letting it fly. A flash of light and Eevee, her pokegirl stood there. The girl had long ears that came from the mussed and matching brown hair that hung thick in the way of her own glasses. She wore a tan scarf and a brown and white shirt, a skirt and stockings finishing the ensemble, her thick bushy tail sticking out from the hem of the skirt. She looked like her owner, if nothing else, then in clothes, though they weren't exactly alike.\n\"I want you to meet Sonata, Eve,\" she said as they went through the doorway of the gate, \"She's gorgeous and I think I want her to work with you to breed. I think I want to get you mating with another Eevee sometime soon.\"\nThe pokegirl nodded, the blood rising in her cheeks as her hands unconsciously dropped to the bulge that was hidden beneath the loose folds of her long skirt."
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"value": "Sonata stopped dead when she rounded the corner and slid back behind it. Kaia, her friend, was coming through the gate to the city. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to see the girl first, before they met. Kaia had grown as much as she had, accept where she became tall and busty, Kaia had become quite cute in an alternative sort of way. The scarf, her short black hair, and those glasses. She still wore those same glasses... Alright Sonata, you can do this. She put on her best smile and came around the corner.\n\"Kaia! Do you recognize me? It's been too long!\" She came up to the smaller girl quickly and gave her a big hug. She couldn't help but note Kaia's smaller, but firm breasts. Then she pulled away and turned to the Pokegirl standing next to her friend.\n\"And is this one of yours? An Evee! Hello Evee, I am Sonata!\" She held out her hand to the Pokegirl. Unlike some trainers, she couldn't look at Pokegirls as just tools, they were intelligent and had emotions. So couldn't help but treat them as a fellow human, in most respects anyways. Though this Evee was gorgeous, her big bushy tail was so adorable! She was trying hard to suppress a stiffening erection at the mere sight of the Pokegirl."
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"value": "Kaia was surprised at the sudden appearance of the friend she hadn't seen in so long. She went with the embrace, pulling the pokemon breeder in close, noticing how much she had filled out.\n\"My god, Sonata, look at your boobs!\" she said quietly so as not to attract too much attention, \"You look like a Miltank!\"\nShe giggled and stepped back so that Eve could step up.\n\"This is Eve, my Eevee. She's a bit shy, so don't expect her to talk alot, but she's a very good girl. She's actually one of the reasons I'm back here.\"\nEve curtsied slightly for Sonata then shook her hand. She smiled up at her, the tail flicking back and forth like a dog's tail. She found the breeder attractive as well, and immediately turned a crimson shade as her hands dropped to the front of her skirt and she took a step back to hide behind Kaia.\nThe dark haired girl giggled again and looked up at Sonata.\n\"I've found a Pokegirl to breed, Sonata, and I was hoping that you could help me train her for it. I know you've always wanted to be a breeder and I thought that I could help you by bringing your first trainee.\""
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"value": "Neji sighed inwardly as he walked besides his 'partner' for this mission. He had been sent with one Uchiha Sasuke on a long term mission in a country far from their home. It had taken over 3 weeks just to travel to this place, and once they had gotten close things had started to get a little....strange. The mission had called for a pair...well....a couple, a male and female couple, unfortunately there had been no suitable Kunoichi available, and so....well here they were. The two of them were to infiltrate a large gang involved in anything and everything. Drug trafficking, prostitution, slavery, anything and everything, and they were growing all the time, even starting to encroach into the fire country and Konoha itself. They were to find out whatever they could about this gang, and apparently this town was one of their operation hubs.\nNeji smoothed down the sides of his dress slowly, not looking at Sasuke walking beside him as they neared their destination. Outwardly, Neji was displaying an attitude of anger and hatred at having to do this, deep down however he loved it....truth be told Neji had many articles of womens clothing at home that he loved to wear, he'd even borrowed Hinata's clothing from time to time, the thrill of it appealed so much to him, though it had always been in private, he'd never dressed like this before around other people. Still, it was for the mission, and of the two of them Neji was most definately the one who looked most like a girl. So here he was, wearing a long dress, even the bra and panties to accompany it, the bra padded to give him the appearance of a developing chest.\n\"So...\" It was the first time Neji had spoken since he had put on the clothing. His voice was somewhat feminine to further enhance the disguise....honestly he'd practised that voice for a long time now when examining himself infront of the mirror. \"We should go over our story and our objectives one more time....don't you think?\""
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"value": "Sasuke had kept his mouth shut about this whole ordeal, Neji had to wear a dress and he was sure that was humiliating enough, he didn't need to add to it with any snarky comments. Now, if it were Naruto that had to do it then it would be free game, but as it were, he respected Neji enough not to torment him. It was a little confusing for him though, their plan didn't seem to be all that well thought out to be honest, the two of them trying to infiltrate a gang by posing as a couple looking for a good time really didn't seem like a well thought out plan, more like a last minute back up. Without a word, Sasuke had walked beside Neji as they got closer to the town, and couldn't help but give him side long glances. Thy Hyuuga actually lookedreallygood in that outfit, not that he would say that out loud. Neji just had the body figure to fit in the dress, and the long, brown hair added to the effect, not to mention pretty lips... those thoughts were shaken from the Uchiha's head, he didn't need to start thinking that way, not now.\nThe Uchiha glanced up from the other's side and hip to look him in the eyes. Haunting they were, white with an almost purple undertone and a distinct lack of pupils. \"That's probably for the best,\" he agreed with a slight nod and turned his eyes forward again in hopes to not make the other any more uncomfortable then he believed he was. \"Our objective is to find a member of the gang, and persuade him or her to spend some time alone with us, at this point we must find a way to get him or her to give us information, most likely with bribes of joining the gang ourselves,\" 'or with the prospect of sex,' he added a little bitterly."
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"value": "Neji became aware of Sasuke examining him, but tried to ignore it. It was only natural the other boy would be a tad curious after all, especially about the reason Neji made such a convincing girl. Neji wasn't about to admit it was because he'd had a lot of practice though. \"Yeah....we need to find a member of their gang with some kind of authority and lure him away....try to get some information from him, try to convince him we can be useful...once we infiltrate them we can find out where their base of operations is and infiltrate it to get the information we need....then burn the place to the ground to set them back....I just hope we don't have to resort to offering....those kind of services....\" It sounded simple enough in theory, but unfortunately plans had a nasty habit of going very wrong very fast, that was why the two of them had been chosen for this mission. In their age group they were pretty much the two most reliable, not to mention the most subtle.\nAfter all, Naruto would've charged in all guns blazing, Chouji would've stuck out like a sore thumb, Lee wouldn't have been able to contain himself and Shikamaru almost certainly would've refused on the grounds that going so far would be too much hassle.\nThe two of them were approaching the entrance to the town, Neji smoothing his dress one more time, before slowly holding out his hand. \"We need to make it convincing that we're a couple so...\" He hesitated for a moment, before quickly taking Sasuke's hand in his own. Despite his secret hobby of crossdressing Neji had never really though about relationships with other men before...so holding Sasuke's hand whilst they walked wasn't easy to do, at least not convincingly, but he buried whatever feelings of discomfort he had and just managed a soft smile as they began to come into view of other people. They only had one chance to make their first impression look convincing after all."
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"value": "Sasuke nodded in agreement, but looked down curiously as his hand was taken. He gave a soft sigh and laced his fingers with the Hyuuga. The people that held his hands now and days were the girls that obsessed over him, and their hands were always sweaty, and he really detested them for getting so close. But with Neji, be it because of the mission or some other reason, he felt no urge to rip his hand away and glare. \"The first thing we should do is book a hotel room, we don't know how long this will last and it wouldn't look good for us to be sleeping on the outskirts of the town.\"\nSeeing as he was the 'man' at this point, he gently guided Neji into the town, keeping the other close to him to look protective of his girlfriend. \"And you should probably come up with a different name.\" They came across a fairly nice looking hotel, not five star and fancy, but not a roach infested mess of gross. Sasuke lead Neji inside and paid for their stay for the night and took the keys and stuffed them in his pocket."
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"value": "Neji was slightly surprised at how easily Sasuke adjusted to their holding of hands, as if it almost felt natural. Still, there wasn't time to be confused, Neji just nodding slightly as he moved closer to Sasuke, allowing him to give the illusion of protecting his girlfriend....even though this 'girlfriend' was more than capable of protecting 'herself' if the need arose. \"Yeah....we should get just one room....with one bed...otherwise it might make people suspicious...\" Of course Neji realised that would mean them only having one bed, and more than likely having to share it. They couldn't risk one of them sleeping on the floor incase of any kind of spying that might be going on.\n\"Ah...yeah...a name....I never thought much about that...\" Neji slowly glanced away, thinking for a few moments. \"I guess....I can just use Hinata....it's the only name that comes to mind...\" At least it would be easy to remember aswell, making it much less likely that either of them might forget it. \"Alright...we should go up to the room....probably get changed out of our 'travelling clothes' then head into town...try and find someone and arrange a meeting...\""
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"value": "Sasuke had taken his partner's advice and gotten a room with one bed. If worse came to worst, he could sleep on the couch and if anybody asked they had fight. He was stupid and called his girlfriend 'fat' or something of the sort. Or they could share a bed, which ever Neji was comfortable with. \"Alright Hinata, let's go,\" he agreed with a nod, feeling strange saying Hinata's name when it was directed at Neji. He made his way up the stairs and found there room. He opened the door with the key and stepped it.\nThe room wasn't amazing, but it was better then it could be. It was better then a rat infested roach motel. \"Would you like to take a shower first, Hinata-chan,\" he cooed. No he wasn't teasing, but he would have to get used to calling him that, plus if someonewasspying, it wouldn't do good to have them hear Sasuke call his girlfriend a guys name, or acting different towards 'her.'"
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"value": "Atya sighed deeply, boredom was getting all to common for her these days. She casually swept the silk curtains of her sedan chair aside and looked out into the deep forest in which her caravan traveled. Again she sighed with no-one but her fathers clockwork golems who carried the chair to hear her.\nShe wished something would happen. Constantly moving, from town to town, following her fathers work, never having time to make friends or....find a man. She trailed her hand down her exposed abdomen, due to the heat she only wore a fine silk halter top, embroidered in gold. And from her hips hung a calf length split skirt of matching silk. She couldn't help but daydream, she was nineteen and she still had yet to feel a mans touch. She had long since dropped dreams of a gentleman lover to take her virginity.\nLately she dreamed of a rough warrior. Bulging in muscle and brimming with masculinity. To take her over and over until she couldn't think straight. She trailed her hand up to her soft, pert breasts. But she ended up cursing in anger. She hated this life! She hated her father and his stupid golems! She needed to live and feel and experience the world! And experience the men in it...\nAnother sigh escaped her soft, puffy lips. Alas....no such possibility was in sight. At this rate, she would be stuck as her fathers little girl until she was an old woman."
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"value": "Off in a clearing near the woods a war party was put together. With a large central bone fire the smoke bellowed high into the air and the heat was enough to keep even a warrior in Northrend warm. A Tauren warrior who had just come of age and whose father had allowed him to go moved over to a set of drums and started to play on them a tribal war song of Valor and passion. Soon two Orcs join in on the song and a troll shaman even added his own twist two the beautiful drumming music that filled the war camp with happy times as they prepared and partied.\nThe Tauren warrior started to wonder if he would be able to meet a woman that he would not scare and they all seemed to slow the song some and yet it still held enough might to keep the dancing and party going without dragging down the mood though his had begun to shift. He didnt care and when one of his friends came he slipped out and switched places with him.\nWell at least I will be able to go into battle with my friends finally. He had grown tired of listening to their tails of glory and honor for the Horde. He had always been told to continue his journey grow stronger but now was his chance that great moment he had been waiting for and yet he was sad. Grabbing the nearest mug he could and walked to the edge of the clearing and sat by a tree and softly drank to the glory. He tried to remember the wise words of Cairen but was unable to remember his great wisdom at this moment."
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"value": "Atya slowly leaned forward. She could swear she was hearing music. She parted her curtains and peeked out, her deep blue-violet skin flawless in the broken sunlight. Indeed, she was hearing music, a powerful tribal beat. Her tail began to twitch as the heavy drums and fast paced flute captured her mind, refusing to let it go. She turned her glowing eyes to her fathers Golems. She had to get away, wherever that music took her, she didn't care, it was better than this. She thought hard for several minutes, then began preparing a minor spell.\n\"Alla saf negone!\" She thrust her hand out the opposite side of her sedan chair and created an illusion. A large beast, stomping around and challenging the caravan. Without a pause the Golems set down her chair and charged off to battle it. She then created a second illusion of herself in the chair and bolted off towards the music. Her Draenei legs carried her swiftly through the underbrush, she took care not to hurt herself, but she moved as quickly as she could.\nShe smiled and couldn't help but giggle as she felt so alive. She was away from her fathers clutches and making her own way. She had no idea what she would do, only that she would make the decision herself. She continued to move, following the music until she started hearing voices and seeing the flames of campfire. A camp? She was curious as to who. She slowed down and approached carefully, then gasped when the camp came into full view.\nShe hid behind a tree and peeked out. It was a Horde camp. Filled with all her deepest fantasies. There were orcs, shirtless, wearing only loincloths, their thick muscles bulging and dancing around, drinking some drink and being rowdy. Sinewy Trolls moved about, some dancing, some making the music, their lithe, corded muscles made them look like vipers, ready to uncoil and strike. Lastly the Tauren. Massive beasts like she'd never seen, walking walls of muscle and power, occasionally one would move in such a way his skimpy loincloth would move to reveal a cock like she never even dreamed about. She was getting hot, and blushing, it was like her inner fantasies came to life with this Horde.\nBut...she held no alliance to their enemy, still...how would they receive her? She didn't want to die...she didn't see any other women, perhaps they would enjoy her company? What man would refuse an eager young woman such as herself? Perhaps she was being naive, perhaps just stupid, but she had to try. She took a deep breath and gingerly approached a Tauren sitting alone...\n\"Um...excuse me? This looks like quite...quite the party...could I...could I join you and your friends?\""
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"value": "Sitting there for some time he heard the sounds of the music and it started to lift his spirits. Many things had crossed his mind maybe he would rape some of the alliance as he went through that way at least he would have a womans touch. Caerin had taught him too well though on to many occasions that you should not force anything on anyone. And he sighed and knew he should just go in there do as he was told and head home. Mind wondering onto other things and onto possibly sleeping with one of those young Dranei, and wondering if she would be able to even fit his cock in her mouth or even take his load. His cock was starting to grow hard at the fantasy.\nHearing the sounds behind the tree he stood and thought about alerting the others. Then thought about that again if he caught and ended a scouting party on his own he could prove to them that he should have been here with them long and that he truly was a strong warrior for the horde. Taking and turning he looked around the corner just as the young beautiful Drainei had come around the corner of the tree and smiled at her, hearing the query of the young woman he offered his rather large mug of ale.\nSure join us it would be great fun to have a woman here. He said to her and his hand came around as large as it was and grabbed her ass running his hand along her tail and smiled. He was showing how hard he was as his loincloth was lifted some and twitching his tail was flicking back and forth in his excitement maybe he would be able to find out just how a Dranei felt and be able to live out his fantasies."
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"value": "\"Out! OUT! GODDAMNIT GET OUT!\"\nThe machines moved at the sound of their master's voice, unkindly ejecting the petitioners. Unkindly enough to break a bone or two, by the sounds of the caterwauling as the doors shut behind them. Albert Wily sat back in his desk and looked around. His office was plenty opulent, but he felt something of a fool for just now realizing that wealth and power came with a price. Who would have thought that 'Rule' and 'Administrate' were synonymous? Not this scientist. Not his brainless steel servants. Something was going to have to be done about that...\nWily turned to his computer, booting up a succession of engineering programs. His anger with the series of factory workers and factory owners and humans rights activists and other rabble that polluted his days became the seed of an idea. Wouldn't it be fun to use THEM to shore up the materials shortage they complained of? After all, the human body was just a machine... Why not turn them into LITERAL machines, fit only to serve him, as they rightly should?\nHours blew past. Nothing relating to the work of the city was done. The work of robotics advanced significantly in that time, however. The guards stood watch impassively, their single red optic gliding back and forth, back and forth. Wily was deaf to the world, once again utterly lost in his work. He called a neurologist at one point for clarification on nerve cells. When the man complained that it was 3 AM, Wily threatened to have him killed. When the call ended, his reverie broke momentarily.\nI used to be so GOOD with the peons. This stress is doing nothing good for me. Must find a solution soon.\nFor the moment, alcohol was a sufficient solution. Wily pulled a brandy bottle out of a desk drawer, intending a short break. Five drinks later, he was very unconscious."
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"value": "The city was never dark enough at this point. There was always a light source, whether it was the light-rail as it slid smoothly past or the numerous neon lights. The constant glow of red eyes through out the city kept the warning. \"We Keep You Safe\", they said silently. The robots never spoke, not to anyone. That was one of the reasons she now hated the city she was raised in. Mina could no longer recognize any of it. The school that she attended when she was young, the old market that she stopped at on her way home, the once battered but beautiful home she grew up in. All of them were gone thanks to the man who sat happily in the tower. Her friends had tried to convince her that what she wanted to do was foolish. They had heard rumors about what happened to the people who spoke out against their new leader. In her eyes, he was nothing more than a greedy child, playing his hand at god. Mina's mind continued to race as she made the slow descent down the stairs of her apartment complex, her pale hands pulling her jacket collar up to shield her from the cold that seemed to be penetrating her very bones. As her foot hit the bottom platform, her eyes scanned the street before her, searching for the distinguishable glare of the red eyes. A deep sigh of relief left her when she found none. The idea had first come to her in the form men in the bar she worked at. They spoke of how the city used to be, pining for it like a child to a lost puppy. It made her sick. These men had spent most of their lives in the mines, working for a living. Now, they had no choice but to sit by and watch as machines did the work.\nThe young woman's stride seemed much longer and faster than normal. She wanted to get it over with. The gun in the pocket of her coat would do her no good against the massive metal that would no doubt be greeting her at the door. It would, however, do her plenty of good against the man at the top of the tower. By the time she reached the base of the tower, her hands would not stop shaking. Her eyes grew wide at the pure height, and her breath was heavy from the distance and speed at which she traveled. Mina had no time to stop for a breath of air. Moving swiftly past the security bots, she tried to look as normal as possible, trying to slip in as though she was supposed to be here. Her movement was quickly halted by a large pile of metal that suddenly stood in front of her. Her eyes grew wide as her feet were suddenly moved out from under her and she was grabbed brutally by a pair of shiny steel hands.\n\"Let me go! I've done nothing. I'm simply here to look around!\" The woman's voice rang out but was heard by nothing human. The feet marched heavily to the elevator, she was allowed to stand but not allowed to leave. As they reached the top floor, Mina's hand slipped into her jacket, securing her hand on the grip of the gun. The robot that grabbed her approached the door and pounded heavily. Upon getting no answer, the robot slowly opened the door. Pushed forward, she found herself in the wolf's den. Her pulled herself up right, her feet moving almost unconsciously to the space in front of the desk. As she viewed the man sleeping on his desk, she began to second guess her actions, until she thought about the reason she had come to this position. Her hand came out of her pocket quickly, the gun seeming to fire on it's own. What she didn't see or think of was the three robots still positioned around her. The last thing she remembered was a sharp blow to the back of her head and a stabbing pain in her lower back. A knife that she hadn't seen on one of the robots. One that had not been used in several years."
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"value": "The gunshot was only just loud enough to wake Wily from his stupor. The crack of wood splintering by his head as the bullet went wide was the first sound he consciously recognized. A jumble of images flew at him - The Snipers standing in defense formation, shields forward, except for his prototype, which was holding a bloodied knife. The burnt hole in his desk. And in front of his desk, a crumpled figure.\nHe ran around the desk, managing to minimize stumbling, and got a clearer look at the situation. As soon as he was fully cognizant, Wily was only able to laugh. Once again, God had provided. As always. Whether it be his innate brilliance, that delightful patsy Light, or now, a giftwrapped test subject for his new model, God always paved the way with gold for Albert Wily.\n\"Lock down Abel General Hospital, and take her there. I want her stabilized and kept sedated until I arrive.\"\nHe sat down again, barely noticing as the robots drug off their parcel. Wily was more annoyed with the burrhole in his desk. Maybe it should be left there, a reminder of failures before. No, best not to plant any ideas. He fired off a request to Maintenance, highlighting the bullet damage and bloodstains, before he turned back to his computer. He quickly cleaned up some details of the project and dropped it onto disk, packing up to go as quickly as he could. Sleep could wait. Work was more fun anyway!"
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"value": "The hospital was colder than normal. Not that she would be able to tell the difference, she had never been in a hospital before. The only things she could tell when she came to was that those robots were still there. She had no idea where she was currently laying. All she knew was the fact that she didn't feel any pain. Perhaps she had died and heaven had robots too. Had he managed to reach the heavens with his evil? She wasn't sure anymore. Mina tried to sit up but found herself incapable. Looking down at her body, she found herself bound to the hospital bed by several straps. She could lift her head just enough to seehimjust outside the door speaking with what was obviously a doctor. Laying her head back down, she stilled her heart. She hadn't died. She was still stuck in this living hell that this man had created. No. He wasn't a man, she reminded herself, he was a monster. A charming, attractive monster that had the entire city in a choke hold that no one in the city was willing to break because of fear. Mina opened her mouth to speak, but the only thing that managed to leave her was a slight rasp.\n\"Hello? Please, I don't want to be alone in here. Someone? Anyone?\" Her words were barely loud enough for her to hear, she was almost entirely certain that no one outside of that door could hear her. Almost as though commanded, one of the nearby machines turned abruptly, marching its way out the glass doors and stood nearby Wily, as though to retrieve him. A sudden burst of fear spread through her body as she realized what the machine was doing. She didn't want that man any closer to her. She began to strain against the restraints that held her in place. She suddenly found her voice as she struggled.\n\"Let me out of here!\" her voice seemed to carry a lot further than before. She continued her struggle until she felt something in her back tear, a wave of pain seemed to hit her out of nowhere, stopping her movements in their tracks. She felt something vaguely wet and warm begin to pool under her and felt the heat begin to drain out of her body. One of the robots had stabbed her. She must have broken the stitches."
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"value": "The door opened slowly, silently gliding on well-oiled hinges. There was a faint snap as he flicked the lights on, even this small movement carrying a measure of theatrics. Wily felt good again, he felt in control, and he felt ready to handle anything. This was excellent!\n\"Ah, stupid girl. First you injure yourself trying to injure me, and now you do it again, and why? Simply because you can? Be still.\"\nThe bed raised on hydraulics, and turned ninety degrees to allow access to her back. A 'sewing machine' quickly resealed the wound and the bed settled back into it's customary position. Wily ran his fingers over a line of syringes sitting on a tray, clearly in her view. They were each different sizes, and filled with different quantities of fluid, indicating different drugs in each. And something else... Wily picked up the object. A wallet. Her wallet. He removed her ID with a flourish.\n\"Mina Porter, 21, from Complex E. You, dear girl, are about to die!\"\nHe produced his pocket computer, and showed her the screen. It contained her government records. The cursor flashed patiently over a field marked 'Status:'. Wily pressed a button. The field filled in the word 'Deceased'.\n\"Now, let's see! How did you die? Were you hit by a car? No, too pedestrian, haha, if you'll pardon the pun. Perhaps there was an accident at your work? Although, a materials outlet is a relatively non-hazardous job. Perhaps you're simply as inept at your real job as you are when you moonlight as an assassin? I suppose you could have been a victim of street crime. Raped repeatedly, throat slit... Tsk tsk, it's dangerous to walk the streets alone at night. We'll need more patrols. And a curfew!\"\nWily laughed outloud, and filled in the latter story. As he calmed, he grinned down at her, and spoke again.\n\"But we need a body, don't we? Let's see, Mina. Who's going to die for your crusade? Family, friends? No matter, I'll figure that out later. I just want to be sure that you get the point. You see, you lashed out at me, and simply made me stronger. I no longer have to deal with the whining masses, for my own security. And now, anyone wandering the night can be incarcerated before they become troublesome. Do you understand, Ms. Porter? You chose the wrong side, and you lost badly. I would ask you to pick better next time, but the glory of it is, you won't have a choice!\"\nWith that, he snatched up one of the syringes and jabbed it into her arm, not bothering to find a vein. He depressed the plunger, causing a painful bubble in her flesh, full of adrenaline. As the epinephrine flooded her system, Wily proceeded to jab her again, and again, and again, each time adding a new ingredient to the chemical cocktail, with her serving as the glass it was mixed in. None of them were sedatives. None of them were painkillers. None of them were anesthetic."
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"value": "Bound and helpless. That's how Sarah felt at the moment. It was supposed to be a normal routine that was to turn out normal results and just be plain normal. How did she get into this situation? Ignorance and complete disregard for her superiors. She had only been on Pandora for a few months now. Prior to coming, she was undergoing the physical and emotional therapy to help strengthen her lungs to support the air on the vast Na'vi planet. She let out a sigh, trying to capture a glimpse at her captors through her red strands of hair. Her gray eyes glimmered through the light of the forest.\nIt was beautiful during the night, and had Sarah been at home right now, she would be enjoying it. If she were to ever return to her squad, she would be sure to give her commander a little more than just a piece of her mind. It was a setup and she knew it. She and the lieutenant could never see eye to eye and, although she obeyed her orders, she didn't like the older man. She struggled with the binds, but failed. Small sweat beads trinkled down her forehead, she was getting frustrated, and she hated being frustrated.\nAll the training she recieved did not prepare her for this. She had not planned on getting captured by the indigenous nor being left with no rescue. She knew her life wasn't that important, but damn. There had to be at least one other human missing her right now, trying to convince the army to come and rescue her. She couldn't speak the Na'vi language and she couldn't understand it. It was the only comforting thought she had as she sat in captivity, waiting to see what they would do with her.\nIt couldn't have been too bad. After all, what could primitive animals do to an 'alien' other than tear them limb from limb and probably bask in their blood as they slowly died. She shuddered at the thought. She wasn't ready to die and if that were to be the case, she would at least try and take one of the giants with her. Stop. There was no reason to be thinking like that. She gave out a ligh chuckle, almost sounding like a whisper as the wind played with her hair, giving her better access to the view. They had come upon a large, no huge tree that would have been the perfect treehouse to any little child with a big imagination. Of course, Sarah could only stare in awe."
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"value": "For Tark'Ek this was the night of triumph. Not only did the future Olo'eyktan managed to defeat the Sky People in battle, but he also captured personally one of them! He manged to jump at the read-haired creature from behind and tie it down with Or'Vi ropes while the other warriors barleykilledthe remaining three. Now he held it's leash in his hand as it moved behind him....the arrogant being it was, now enslaved by the People....looking at it made him both angry and happy, for it will pay for the crimes of it's race.\nThey entered the Home Tree surrounded by a mob of the People, male and female alike, old and young, strong and weak. The entire tribe celebrated their victory. Tark'Ek heard the words of praise coming from all the directions and for him and his warriors and the insults towards the prisoner shouted by those who noticed it. The Sky Person seemed not to understand what they were shouting- he wasn't surprised. Tark'Ed couldn't really expect a primitive creature like this to know the language of People.\nIn the central plaza under the Tree stood Gar'Nat, the current Olo'eyktan. The People formed a large circule around them and fell silent. Gar'Nat spoke\n\"I heard the word of your victory, and I am proud of that, Tark'Ek, son of Kar'Ek. Yet I am surprised to see the prize you brought. It's been many Periods since the last time Gatarokataya tribe captured one of the Sky People.\" It was true, Tark'Ek was still an Aspiring Aarrior the last time they captured and executed one of this filthy aliens.\n\"This makes me even more proud then\" the old man continuer, \"for this proves I was right when choosing a successor.\" He paused for a moment. Tark'Ek was shining with pride.\n\"Let me examine the creature now....\" Tark'Ek pushed the Sky Person forward and pointed to the floor.\n\"On your knees before Olo'eyktan, alien\"."
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"value": "Sarah grunted as she fell to the floor. Still bound, she managed to spit some of the dirt out that made it into her mouth in the process. She staggered to sit up straight, kicking the dirt in the process and glanced around. Many of the Na'vi seemed joyous and happy to the one that captured her and glared as they spotted her. She twitched her nose a bit, clenching her teeth as she stared at the Na'vi standing in front of her. She heard the Na'vi male speak to her and pointed to the floor.\n\"What? You want me to do something on the floor?\" she questioned, not quite following what the male had meant. She turned to glance at what looked like the leader of this particular clan and frowned. He wanted her to bow? Hell no. She was to proud and stubborn for that. She lifted herself up and stared at the Olo'ekytan leader, or what she thought was the leader and glared at him. There was a sense of pride that she had, and the years of training in the military was about to see how far it would get her.\n\"I will not bow to you,\" she coughed out, still a little dirt lingering in her mouth as she spoke. She took the time to slowly move her hands about, trying to see if she could somehow cut the rope with her metal watch, but to no avail. She mentally cursed herself and glanced around the large tree. There were alot of Na'vi inhabiting it and it reminded her of a city back on Earth. Oh now was the time she wished she had stayed."
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"value": "The creature sat, but notkneeled. Furthermore, itspoketo the great Olo'eyktan of Gatarokataya tribe. Tar'Ek, enraged, moved tomakeit bow. Just when he was about to grab the alien's leash, Gar'Nak stopped him with a gesture. The young warrior gave him a surprised look. Olo'eyktan ignored it and approached the Sky Person.\nHe brutally grabbed the creature's chin and started moving it in various directions, as if examining something. Few seconds he finished and pushed it away in disgust. After a moment of awkward silence, he announced, looking meaningfully at Tar'Ek.\n\"It's a female\"\nThe young warrior shook his head, confused.\nWhen capturing a male, it was easy. The prisoners were publicly executed and the case was over. However, according to ancient Na'vi traditions, capturing a female required..different approach. Warriors who manged to captured a female in battle where granted privilege of publicly humiliating her and taking as his own in order to insult her tribe. Now, this situation was a little different. That woman was an alien. She wasn't of any tribe, she was of...\nSky People.\nTar'Ek's thoughts took different direction. What an honor it would would be for his tribe, what an insult to the Sky People if he did it to her? With a triumphant smile, he addressed Gar'Nak\n\"Oh great Gar'Nak, Olo'eyktan of Gatarokataya tribe. I hereby ask you to grant me the Privilege of Victory.\"\nThe old man nodded. Then, he raised his hands and announced:\n\"The warrior asked for what's rightfully his. Rejoice!!!\"\nThe crowd surrounding them started screaming his name savagely. Such screams were supposed to help the warrior realize his primal energy and make Eywa know that this is the moment of his triumph. Although it had been a long time since the last time such situation happen, knowledge about this and many other rituals was passed from generation to generation. Olo'eyktan moved back and watched the scene with an indifferent facial expression.\nTar'ek removed the piece of Pa'li skin covering his sexual organs. His member wasn't hard yet, so he started to masturbate, while constantly looking at the captured female.\nIn a way, she was beautiful.... He wondered if she has vagina in the same place the woman of the People do. He'll soon find out....This uncertainty stimulated him even more. Soon, he'll be ready."
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"value": "Sarah looked around confused as to what was going on. Her face was abruptly grabbed and then tilted, as if he was inspecting her. He made a face of disgust before things seemed to be quiet, almost an awkward silence type of thing. Then he spoke. Of course she couldn't understand what they were saying and stayed silent. When the one that captured her spoke and rose his hand, the others started wailing and cheering him on.\n\"What the hell is going on here,\" she stated more to herself as she placed her legs beneath her, forcing herself up to stand. When she did, she noticed the male Na'vi take his direhorse cloth away from his genitals and exposed himself to her. All she could do was raise an eyebrow and say \"What the fuck,\" before he advanced towards her. He began toying with himself as his gazed was fixed on her, like a wolf staring the sheep down, as he did so. She turned her nose in disgust before realization dawned on her.\n\"Hell no, you aint gonna stick that in me,\" she nearly shouted, her head frantically searching for an open space to run, but there was none. The Na'vi seemed to cheer him on as he did so and while she occassionally stared at him, her mind twistedly wondered how the hell he would fit in her. He was twelve foot tall, she was barely passing six, being at five foot ten inches."
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"value": "The female stood up. It didn't really mattered to him though-he'll have her anyway, everyway he wants. There is nowhere to run, and with her hands tight there wasn't much she could do anyway. It was truly the day of People's triumph. The day of his triumph. After humiliating her, this little alien female will become his property, as the ancient laws stated. She will pay for her crimes, of that Tar'Ek was certain.\nWhen his member was hard enough, he charged towards her with a savage roar. With one kick in the belly he put her back on the ground where he believed her place is. Then, encouraged by a cheerful screams of the Na'vi gathered around he lied down on her, covering her clothed body with his naked one. He spread her legs and looked at the place where her count should be. Like the most of her body, it wasn't exposed. After failing to find the way to remover the material, Tar'Ek grabbed the cloth around her vagina and simply ripped it off. Surprisingly, there was another material under it. He ripped it off as well, finally exposing her small pussy. A little too small for his dick. Despite several attempts he was unable to fit it in. He was mad from both rage and sexual stimulation. Looking for a way to reveal his animal lust he sticked his long toque out and licked the female's cheek, while constantly pressing his penis against her vagina."
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"value": "Sarah gasped in pain and horror when the Na'vi male charged her. He kicked her to the ground and savagely assaulted her, trying to remove her clothing in which he seemed to fail. When he seemed to give up, he tore off her clothing, leaving her bare to the Na'vi's eyes. She felt a shiver fall down her spine and immediately began to squirm underneath the taller male. He seemed to be confused, almost as if he was calculating something before he began to fit himself inside her. Sarah almost laughed when he seemed to fail before giving a slight grunt as he rubbed against her.\n\"Told you there is no way you'd stick that thing in me,\" she almost regretted stating that as his tongue flickered out and touched her cheek. She would have spat in disgust but she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, he'd stick his tongue, or something else, in it. As he tried to fit himself, she could feel the pressure against her vagina, part of her wanting it and the other screaming to kick him off. She knew better though as the male Na'vi was clearly taller and stronger than herself. She wouldn't be able to fight off the whole Na'vi clan if she were to actually escape.\nWithout intentionally doing so, a soft moan elicted off her lips as he continued to fit himself in her. Although he was clearly thicker and wider than the average human, it surprised her that it still wouldn't fit. Back home on earth she had heard some rather disturbing tales of larger men fitting into smaller women. How they managed, she didn't know. She was just glad he wouldn't be able to stick his penis in without first widening her. A fit of rage still filled her being, trying her hardest to cut the rope from her wrists so she could have an advantage with free hands."
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"value": "Unlike fine, Na'vi women during the Privilage of Victory, the alien woman offer no resistance. What a pathetic creatures these Sky People are! So arrogant, so pompous, so disrespectful towards Eywa....yet when captured, they can't even fight back. Of course, this wouldn't have changed anything but honor required fighting to the last drop of blood. For some reason however, her passiveness made him even more horny...he wanted to rape and ravage her and nothing, especially not her cunt, will stop him! Angry , he tried to penetrate her yet again.\nWith one, powerful thrust, he charged his penis into her vagina. It was tighter and felt better then the pussy of any Na'vi woman he fucked ever before. When his cock was only halfway in,he started rapidly pumping inside her, stretching her cunt with every move. He knew he was causing the alien pain, but that stimulated him even more. He wanted to make her pay, he wanted to complete the ritual, but most importantly, he wanted to satisfy his own lust. While he was fucking her, his tongue forced it's way into her mouth. For him, it doubled his victory.\nHe continued raping her for a long time, until he couldn't hold it anymore. Tar'Ek howled savagely as he started cumming inside her vagina. Soon, he felt the pressure of his own semen, there was simply not enough place inside her for all of it. He quickly pulled his penis out, his cum poured out of her wide-opened cunt shortly after. The crowd of Na'vi was screaming his name cheerfully and Olo'eyktan nodded his head. This part of the ritual was over.\nHe stood up and looked at humiliated creature lying below. His last was gone, and all he felt now was some strange mixture of rage and happiness."
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"value": "Sarah's eyes widened as a scream tore from her throat. The sudden violent thrust managed to get the Na'vi's large penis into her, if only half way, and it felt like she had been split into two parts. It burned and it caused so much pain that she felt the burning sensation of tears fall down her cheeks. She tried to move, but as she did, it only caused the pain to grow and so she elicted to stop. As she opened her mouth again to scream in horror, the Na'vi male forced his tongue into her mouth, tasting his saliva in the process.\nShe wanted to throw up and she wanted to die all in the same essence of her being. He ravaged her for a long time, and when she felt him release, it filled her more so that when he removed himself, his cum had poured out of her widened vagina. Sobs errupted as she shook violently, the pain still coursing through her body as she tried to move. She didn't know that it could hurt so much, but then again, he wasn't exactly human to begin with. She felt the urge to kill herself as the Na'vi people rejoiced in her humiliation."
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"value": "Jacob woke up, just another typical day in Racoon City. Being part of the special Stars squad did have some advantages, he was offered a big house with a nice salary and everything he could dream off, the payment of offering his life for the service each time he was called into duty. Jacob was a very strong person, his broad muscles and six packs often attracted a lot of ladies, however due to his line of work he often was left having one night stands with no real realationship. However that did not matter, not anymore since a few days ago the world practically ended.\nUmbrella corporation the unkown cause of the end of the planet. Releasing a deadly virus that killed and reanimated the bodies of the dead. The world ended, the only problem was the dead did not stayed dead. He looked around from where he was hiding, a small appartment in the fifth floor of a building. It was small enough for him and somebody else, he had it stocked full of food and weapons. The entrance was reinforced and there was no chance any zombies would get in the appartment. He did all this in the first three days of the infection, now his mission was simple, find any survivors. Taking a deep breath he equipped himself with some weapons and a few granades for in case of emergency and walked down the stairs into the first floor of the building. Taking a deep sigh he walked off with his gun raised in case any zombies attempted to attack him.\nThe roads were very empty wich was very odd at this time of the day. He expected the roads to be filled with zombies and him firing a lot of rounds. He walked through the streets trying to make no sound at all. His eyes focused at everything going on around him. He was going to check first places where food might be found or weapons, those were the first places where a survivor would go.\nIt was then when he heard a woman scream, a survivor. Running out in the direction where he heard the scream he saw a old weapons store, the same store his best friend owned. Running he looked inside and saw a woman backing away from a lot of zombies, his best friend on the floor being eated alive by zombies. The sound of the zombies eating his flesh and the woman screaming paralized him at first before opening fire. The first hit landed on the head of the zombie who was about to bite the young woman. He rushed in and kept firing his weapon to any zombies who came near, Lady, behind me walk out, the symbol of Stars on his shirt as he fired away and waited for the woman to react to whatever it was happening."
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"value": "Jessica crept around the town that was once known as Raccoon City. It's desolate streets filled with loud moans of the undead sent chills up her spine. She hid behind a dumpster as a zombie lazily stumbled by. If she timed it right, she'd be able to rush past him and manage to get to the weapon store that was located just in front of her. She took two deep breaths and held the third. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she bursted from her hiding spot, shouldered the zombie from behind and caused it to plummet towards the floor.\n\"Ha, slow poke!\" she muttered to herself as she made a mad dash for the store. She didn't want to be caught outside by one of the dogs. Oh how she was terrified when she learned her pet doberman had to be shot in the head when it turned. She could still remember the stench that left it's body as the rotting flesh rolled down it's spine, exposing his ribcage. When she reached the store, she began to hail down her fists as hard and fast as she could to catch at least some sort of attention. Although she wasn't sure if there was a survior in there.\nAfter the first three bangs on the door, she was greeted with a shotgun to the face. Immediately, the man pulled it back and opened the door, pulled her in, and shut it behind her. She began to weeze as she gulped in the air she had seemed to have lost during the escapade and felt her knee's buckle in beneath her. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back and touched the floor as she lay with her hands on the floor and her knee's touching it. She gazed the area with her blue eyes before she gazed upon her savior. He was an older gent; short and stocky with a salt and pepper hair style.\n\"Thank you sir,\" she stated as she rose from the floor and shook his hand. The older male nodded before settling down behind his counter. \"I wasn't sure if anyone was still here,\" she stated, following behind him and leaned against his counter.\n\"And thanks to you those monsters out there will know there are two morsels inside just waiting to be ripened for the taking,\" he growled out as he set the shotgun down on the counter. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose before turning his dark brown eyes towards Jessica again. \"I suppose I couldn't just leave ya out there anyways,\" he concluded as he walked towards his door to lock it. Jessica had made her way towards the counter as he did so when the door burst open and a flood of zombies collided with the floor.\n\"Damnit!\" the man shouted as he made a grab for his shotgun that had still laid at the counter. Fear shone in his eyes as a group of zombies made a grab for his legs and pulled him down. Jessica tried to cover her ears to the screaming and the crunching as more zombies flooded in. She let out a scream herself as shots began to be fired and another man appeared. He told her to get behind him and she did as she was told. She ran out the door and out into the streets."
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"value": "He groaned as he saw a zombie bite his friend, Fuck. He pointed his gun at the zombie eating the man and blew its brains out. The body of the zombie fell down on top of the store owner lifeless body. As he pointed at shoot at the other zombie he realized there were beginning to attract other zombies thing that he did not wanted to at the moment. With a sigh he backed away and looked at the woman, If you want to be safe, follow me. He shot at a zombie that was approaching and walked to the corner of the streets. It would be a good ten minute walking before they could reach his house, if they ever got the oportunity to reach it.\nRacoon city was in shambles, cars were abandoned everywhere and the odor of rotting flesh were now a common thing. It all happened so fast that he barely could get out alive, if he ever got out alive it would be a miracle. Grabbing a handgun he gave it to the woman, I sure hope you know how to shoot, its loaded just point at the head and shoot away. His eyes looked at the full of horror eyes of the girl and sighed, Look I know you are scared, but if we are going to get back home I need you to be alert.\nHe shot at another zombie and slowly started to walk in direction back to his house. He took cover in every car and looked around before continuing on his way, to others that action might be stupid in the situation but it kept him alive. He counted each zombie that he saw each time he took cover and thought if they were going to be able to reach him. Running back to his appartment he saw two zombies in front of the door. Grabbing two knifes he threw them into the zombies head, We dont need the noise attracting the zombies.\nOnce they were inside the building and he closed the door he could breathe a sigh of relief. Walking to the door where the stairs were he held it open so the girl could walk in, once she did he closed the door and locked it with a couple of special made locks he placed. Hiding the gun he nodded, My name is Jacob, former Stars member, for now we are safe. What is your name lady? he said as he started to walk up the stairs in direction to his floor, each door was barricaded strongly except the last one."
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"value": "Jessica's eyes widened in horror as the streets began to become infested with Zombies. The man seemed good at what he did, shooting, and it served a purpose well to protect the two. She squealed slightly as zombies began to corner them before the man laid waste to them, creating an opening as they walked down the streets. She tried to stay alert, adrenaline still coursing through her veins as they strolled down the infested streets.\nHe handed her a handgun, asked if she knew how to shoot it, and proceeded to walk towards his \"home\" or so she thought. Although she wasn't incompetent with a gun, the only time she'd ever shot one was when she was applying for a concealed weapon liscense. She of course failed it, and has only been to the shooting range once or twice a month, given her current schedule, but now, it seemed like it would come in handy.\nWhen they approached his house, Jessica stood in awe of it. It was rather large for a man to be on his own and when they entered, he mentioned he was part of the S.T.A.R.S. group. That explained why he was so good at shooting. She sighed, allowing the adrenaline to cool down as he spoke. So his name was Jacob, and he was a \"former\" member of the said group. This would be quite interesting.\n\"I'm Jessica, and thank you for helping me out back there. I wish I could say the same for that man. The poor guy didn't deserve to go out like that,\" she muttered as they neared a barricaded door."
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"value": "He kept walking up the stairs, the place was full of the same rotten odor that was in the streets. Once he got to his floor he opened the door and walked in his room. It was rather small, mostly filled with food and supplies for survival. Electricity was being supplied by a power generator on the appartment. As he entered he let her get in before he locked the door and secured it, once he did he took off his gun placing it in a table besides the door, \"You are safe here\".\nHe stretched out and looked at her, \"Are you hurt, bitten or scratched?. If you do I am going to have to do something you might not like, kill you\". He had seen it so many times, people get bitten and then infected by whatever was killing all living things out there. As he walked to the livingroom he sat on the couch and looked at the girl. If she was bitten he won't kill her until she start to show signs of the change, it would be nice to have someone to talk to after the couple of days alone.\nPointing at the door he smirked, \"there is a bathroom there, you can go take a bath if you want to relax\". He opened the window and looked down at the streets, the zombies mindlessly walking around and the only thing heard down there were the moans of the zombies. He shook his head and looked at her, \"Go take a bath, then we can decide what to do next\""
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"value": "\"Oh, alright,\" Jessica stated as she moved to the bathroom. She pulled off her backpack that strung to her back and set it down on the floor. She rummaged through it and found a large white t-shirt that would reach down to her knee's and cover most of her body. She stripped down to her bare underwear and turned the water on. She tested it to make sure it wouldn't be too hot nor to cold. Once it turned out to be just right, she finished stripping and dipped into the pool of water.\n\"Hm,\" she soothed out as the warm water began working her muscles, soothing them so that they were no longer sore. Jessica ran her fingers through the water as her mind flittered to a time when things were simple and less complex. She could remember seeing her family, her brothers and younger sister standing in their backyard as they blew out their second birthday candle. Tears stung at her eyes as the image of their bodies bloodied and torn apart entered her mind. Her father was eaten by the cerberus that had attacked him as he tried to get them away, and her mother was caught by a zombie that fell on her.\nHer younger sisters were only five and fell to more cerberus along with her eldest brother who tried to save them. Only she and her second oldest brother remained alive. However, she didn't know if he was or wasn't. He had left and she was on her own, hence the reason why she was running through the streets. She was also searching for him. Her mind seemed to wander, uncaring to the world at the moment as she relaxed in the water."
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"value": "The book shop was as crowded as ever as Hermione Granger tried to squeeze through the crowd. Oh Merlin this was so annoying. She had decided to do her shopping without Harry or Ron this time. Making her way over to a shelf with her list in hand she began to go through the titles scanning over them. After a second she gave a frustrated sigh. The people in the shop seemed to have mixed them up pretty good. 'Great. Now I'm going to have to hunt. This is going to take all day.' She thought as she looked over the jumbled mess.\nShe really didn't want to do this right now. It was her 5th year and she had really demanding classes. So they demanded more complex and harder to find books. Pursing her lips she found one title she needed and decided to move to a less jumbled shelf. No luck there. This day seemed to be getting worse and worse. Little did she know but her day was about to get even worse when the bell of the shop rung again and two certain people stepped in."
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"value": "As the two Malfoy men entered they glanced around the shop with a look that could only be described as disgust, frowning at the sigh of all the....people. Still, this was a necessary unpleasantness for Draco to get the books he needed, though Lucius had no idea why he had to be the one to bring the boy, surely his mother could have handled such a menial task. Draco seemed to move away from his father to both search for the books he needed and to make his presence known, attempting to feed his already oversized Ego by belittling all he came across, making sure even the Slytherin students knew to fear and respect him.\nLucius Malfoy on the other hand had different ideas. He began to move slowly and carefully through the store, careful to never touch anyone or let anyone touch him, as if the people around him were far beneath him, but he didn't need to say it, his mere presence said he was superior. Eventually he seemed to notice someone, someone who had watched him for a moment before seeming to resume a search for books. Just as Hermione had finally found the book she was looking for, just as she was about to reach it, a pale hand reached past her, snatching the book from the shelf. \"My my....this is what they're teaching students now...? How.... quaint...\""
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"value": "She sighed as the book was snatched from her line of sight. Hearing the voice she inwardly groaned. Oh not now. Why did her day have to get worse. She would have just left and gone to find another copy. But that particular book was a bit rare and finding another copy would take hours in this sea of people. So she sucked it up and turned around. \"Yes very quaint. Now would you please hand me my book.\" She said trying to keep polite tones holding her hand out. But inside she wanted to just snatch the book out of his hand and punch him square in the face. But that would achieve nothing.\n\"Please Mr. Malfoy. I hardly have time for this.\" She managed as her eyes caught sight of the clock on the wall. Damn she was already supposed to be at lunch with Harry and Ron. She was still holding her hand out almost impatient now. Pursing her lips for a second she sighed."
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"value": "\"Youth....always in such a rush these days...\" Lucius began to turn the book in his hands, occasionally opening it and flipping through the pages, before snapping it shut once again. \"Now now....you say it's your book? Yet I picked it up first....and Draco has been interested in this particular title....\" The slight smirk on his face made it immediately obvious he was toying with her....and loving every second of doing so.\n\"So you don't have the time? Well....\" He went to hand the book back to her, though as he did so his long, pale fingers would brush against her hands. It could have simply been an accident, but the simple touch was just enough to let Hermione feel the coolness of his skin, how smooth and almost delicate his fingers were, before he pulled his hand back. \"Very well, be on your way girl....\""
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"value": "As he began to tease her with the fact that he might in fact buy it for his son she wanted to duck out of the situation and test her luck with the other shelves. But as he snapped it shut she almost flinched. She seemed to always tense up around him. But most of it was due to anger. As she looked up at him she set her lips in a grim line and kept her hand held out.\nWhen he finally gave her the book back something happened that she could only think to be an accident. His long elegant fingers brushed against hers as he pulled away. The feeling of his cool pale flesh trailing across her own made her involuntarily shiver inwardly. Mentally shaking off the feeling she nodded politely to him as he shooed her away. Quickly she moved away from him to find her other books.\nAfter finding everything she needed she made her way out of the busy shop and over to the Three Broomsticks to meet Harry and Ron. She was welcomed of course by them inquiring as to where she had been. She then explained her awkward run in with Mr. Malfoy. Both of the boys of course were just happy nothing happened and it had ended quickly. But Hermione still couldn't shake how strange it had been."
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"value": "Hey! shouted the deep, guttural tone voice of a Bangaa. Careful with thos~ lines~! The voice shouted with a hint of agitation on the already brash accent. You going to crassh us~! He hissed, his ss sounded even more distorted than usual as he squawked at a group of Moogles struggling to anchor one of the tow lines to the port as the heap of a ship was being steered in.\nThe Bangaa was fairly typical of his people, short-fused, stubborn and rough around the edges. He folded his arms, shaking his snout at the tiny furballs as they regained control of the ship while it was landing. Capn is~ gonna to be furious~ if you sscratch is~ baby! He shouted one last time, turning to make sure that the rest of the numbskull crew was doing their job right.\nThis tall, green scaled tyrant of the Rima Lees deck was Rahzil, the First Mate under Captain Hughes. He belonged to a group of bounty-hunters who sought after pirates both sky bound and below. He was dressed in loose trousers, made of simple brown textile, his tail; lashing about behind him lazily was clad in leather plated armor, the same style wrapping his left arm from shoulder to the back of his hand. He bore a cutlass at his waist for skirmishing, though preferred to fight with tooth and claw. His snout was long, but came to a round point rather than the ling spindly ones some of his kinsmen sported. His four long ears where decorated with silver rings.\nRahzil wasnt entirely green, his snout, chest and stomach where an off-white, and around his amber eyes where orange markings, the same color lining his back in jagged stripes. Although most of the deckhand feared his iron-fist dictatorship, they also respected and revered their reptilian friend, as it hasnt been more than once that he has saved them."
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"value": "With movements like a shadow, virtually silent even on the spiked heels of her armored stiletto shoes, Lyra made her way across the deck and towards the Bangaa with her long ears partially flattened along her head. She had been over-seeing their landing from further up on the deck, undoubtedly tending to whatever it was that she did while the ship was in the air; any time one of her crewmates sought her out, the Viera was usually below deck tending to various matters, and shirking any attempts to engage her in conversation. While she had been a member of the crew for quite awhile, she had managed to avoid forming any bonds with anyone as well as keeping her entire person shrouded in a veil of mystery.\nDont be too hard on them, Rahzil, came an accented female voice, low, but carrying easily over the clamor of the crew preparing their embankment. It came as a surprise to the aforementioned Moogles and they faltered long enough to realize they would earn themselves another warning if they continued to delay. She turned slowly to look at Rahzil, her eyes narrowed and her voice unreadable. You cant rely on them for everything. Are you afraid of getting your hands dirty? It was not entirely clear in what manner she meant this, jest or otherwise, but take it as he would, she brushed passed him with her long white hair swaying behind her, not intentionally appearing as standoffish as it came across.\nLyras lips glossed in white set in her typical expressionless line that at times lent her a look of amusement but usually came across as a frown of distaste. Her stomach and thighs were bared, the typical fairer shade of the Veena Vieras, but she wore across her chest very light armor that was silver in color laid atop a sheer top that held substance where it mattered to conceal her body and billowed about her arms in an elegant manner. On her lower half she wore a much simpler strip of this almost sheer cloth suspended by a thinly twined cord, and armor along the sides of her legs contoured to her shape. While her armor looked more of a decoration than a method of protection, but crafted as they were the substance was more durable than it appeared.\nThe great ship shifted beneath them, signifying the cut of the primary engines, and the roar on her deck died down substantially as the crew took a moment to gather their orders before disembarking if given permission. Solajn was the name of the town where they stopped now, a town unaffiliated with any pirate guilds and largely ignored by the officials of Ivalice. Its neutral status made it a popular stopover and resupply center for outlaws. It was nestled in the crook of a cliff, a large span of buildings situated around an even larger port southeast of the Euryt Village.\nSeemingly drawn by the sight of the village, Lyra hesitated, her hip cocked to the side, her eyes moving slowly. They would not be here long, but the desire to be out of the air and on solid ground was nothing something an earthbound creature could easily ignore, though she could think of no plausible reason for her to leave the ship. Frustrated, she turned to look at her crewmate, her arms folded beneath her breasts. She was looking at him so pointedly, it was hard to ignore."
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"value": "Rahzil cringed as the accusing tone oh so familiar rang through his mind. Although he didnt hear it often, it was still unmistakable, even above the clamor of the harbor. Turning towards the sound, his slit pupils narrowed as he was called out. Ahhh but if Im not hard on em, who will be? Hmm? He said, fighting back as he shook his head. He waited for her to face him, only to receive a critique about his position aboard the ship. Her words boiled his short-fused temper, and he let out a deep grumble as he was called out. Ive been on this ship before any of ye! He challenged, watching as she moved past him, spreading his arms wide to his side. You know very well that Ive earned my privileges~, and if any of these hair brained wannabes~ want anything, then they need to earn it!\nHe snuffed, knowing his point was made, even if it fell upon deaf ears. He wondered how someone with such large ears could so easily ignore so much as he pivoted, brushing aside his frustration as the ship jerked into its final position for the time. Calling out to the crew he dismissed them from their duties until further notice All right, you ladies~ can take leave. Rahzil, being one of the longest lasting members of the Rima Lees crew, didnt enjoy being sized up, especially from someone he saw as a lesser rank than himself. This attitude was probably part of the pack-mentality that his kind still clung onto, a remnant of their tribal past.\nRotating back to his female companion, he was unnerved to be greeted by the look she so often gave. It wasnt even the look, he was getting the whole deal; the stance, the cold glare and the deep-pitted sense that he had done something to terribly annoy her, even if that wasnt what was on her mind, but the Bangaa had given the quest to figure her out long ago. I really hates~ that look It always~ makes me feel like Im doin something wrong. Rahzil gave a sigh, So, have you any business~ here? he asked, in a small attempt to make conversation."
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"value": "For a long while, it seemed as though the Viera wasnt going to bother with answering his question, though there was an unmistakable light of amusement in her eyes, the source of which was not clear. The Bangaas snarls in response to her remark sent all those nearest them scurrying further away from them, though it was obviously more of a lament of self defense than a threat of some kind; but they knew better than to risk his temper. If anything, her own position on the crew was far more questionable since she seemed to put in the very minimum of hard physical labor on her own part, but her standoffish personality tended to deter any questions or resentment her crewmates may have held for her.\nSeemingly contemplating her response, she said slowly in a voice that was as low and expressionless as before,No.\nThe near silence on the deck was a little disquieting, the cry of the large cliff birds and the endless whisper of a sharp northern wind buffeted by the edges of the cliff the only sound of any prominence to reach them. A sudden breeze ruffled the sheer material about her waist and stirred the thick fringe of white bangs curling elegantly about her cheeks. She was watching an airship ship that had docked long before them, longer than the Rima Lee with a tapered nose, painted primarily in shades of brilliant yellow with black highlights, an odd combination for a vessel that belonged in the sky. Thus far she hadnt laid eyes on a single occupant, and it almost seemed a ghost ship. Her ears didn't detect the sound of even a single running engine or a single voice. At this thought, she looked toward the port and curiously noted the lack of people along its bank.\nWhen it seemed as though that was all she was going to say, she continued.This is the first time that we have made landfall in a long time.Her voice was soft, but wistful now. She dropped her arms to her side, abandoning the defensively crossed arms.\nPerhaps we can gather information while we are here. I have heard,she said, turning her head slowly to look at him with, her face carefully devoid of any readable expression, that the taverns in Solajn are famous for the mead produced from the forests around these cliffs.It would certainly sound like a bribe more than a useless piece of trivia provided for virtually no purpose, and with this simple invitation poised as a statement, Lyra donned her elbow length gloves, which were fitted at the back of her hands with a pair of long, curved, double-sided daggers, and disembarked without fanfare or a backward glance."
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"value": "Rahzil stared rather blankly, waiting for his long-eared companion to answer his question in any form. As usual, however, just as he was about to give up with her, she made a response. He should know better not to be shocked by her blatant, to-the-point answers, but he was still caught off guard by it. No? he asks, shaking his head as he waved a hand at her, moving away as he intended to leave the ship letting her do as she pleased. He didnt have the desire to take deal with her attitude, or lack of one, for that matter.\nJust straight up, no. He murmured to himself, snapping some remark in a Bangaa tongue, stepping towards the plank of the ship to dismiss himself to a bar. However, before he stepped off the vessel he turned to her one last time. Ill never understand you Lyra. He commented, noticing her ever-present blank stare into the horizon. He turned his amber hued eyes the same direction, nothing on the horizon, the port, or even sky showing anything remarkably interesting to the reptilian, resulting in an uninterested shrug. She always seemed to have something going on in her mind. As to what it was, exactly, he would likely never know. In fact, Rahzil wasnt even sure what her job aboard the Rima Lee was. Though, he tolerated her all the same, mostly because she was a capable fighter if need be, but it didnt hurt that she was the only female over two feet tall on the ship, and quite easy on weary eyes.\nHe pivoted once more, and again, just as he was about the exit the ship she spoke. He grew frustrated with her delayed mannerism; but a smile cracked on his snout as the words: Tavern and Famous Mead rang through his head. Oh, so, why dont we make our way to some of these taverns and see if these rumors~ are true? He cackled, his laugh cracked and jagged, stepping to the side as she passed him, silently exiting the ship.\nHe followed behind her, his top-heavy body surprisingly well balanced with the aid of a tail. He was the feared brute of the ship, but it was all thick skin, and he failed to see anyone on board that he could readily trust. Especially since the crew was constantly losing members and hiring new hands. Although, that was also mostly his fault as well. He was interested in seeking out information at the taverns, it had been a while since they had a job that he had enjoyed, the small fry mop-ups they had been performing hardly satisfying, and the promise of something to drink always helped the matter."
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"value": "She watched him descend with one eyebrow arched, her large feet planted at shoulder length, one arm curved at her side to finger the wrap about her waist in a thoughtful manner. She did not have to express her pleasure in him accompanying her, the simplistic gesture of awaiting his approach so that the crewmates could walk equally if he so wished.Try to keep up,murmured the Viera, her right ear twitching in a way that was more rabbit-like than usual. She moved with confidence and grace, unaware of the play of sunlight like liquid silver over her clothing, her movements powerful and predatory. Every few paces she would shoot him a glance from the corners of her angular eyes, contemplating a topic of conversation that would benefit the both of them.\nWe are bound to find something goodsaid the woman suddenly, her voice low. She stretched her hand and curled her fist, the blade catching the light and throwing it back at her face.I wonder what kinds of treasures are hidden in these mountainsides.\nDespite her people not being native to the area, Lyra could see the beauty in the hideously jagged asymmetrical outcroppings that was the cliff side. The outcropping where the village laid was so steep, there was no way that it had all been explored, merely traipsing near the outer edges of the villages caused the land to crumble away from ones feet; it was said it was a only a matter of time before Solajn fell into the abyss below. The town would have been quaint if it were not a gathering area for the more unsavory travelers that walked its streets, prompting the people to cater to their needs, constructing pubs and facilities specializing in the repair of aircrafts and weaponry alike. To Lyras pleasure, they did not have to worry about meeting the stares or queries of the locals while they walked, as there didnt seem to be many people milling about despite the hour of the day. An older Hume watched them from beneath the wide brim of his hat, a piece of straw bobbing between his lips, and a pair of Hume children watched them, wide-eyed, from behind a water barrel, their eyes filled with distaste.\nThey are not to happy to see us, it seems.\nThey approached a building after a short time that was undoubtedly a booming tavern in the cover of nightfall. During the day, however, it looked more like run down restaurant with dirty floors and void of customers. The light slanted inside through dusty windows, providing a feeble light to an area that was primarily lit with lamps. They were the only occupants other than the bartender and a scantily clad Hume waitress, as well as lump of rags sitting near the end of the table that was snoring softly.\nThe girl perked up momentarily, prepared to greet their guests, until she actually laid eyes on them and her face fell visibly. Oh, she sighed. Morepirates. She spoke with great distaste, before turning her back on them and disappearing into the back room. The bartender was a little friendlier in his greeting, but he was wary. What can I get for you folks? sighed the man."
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"value": "The Bangaa busied himself with the sights of the city and the bold sight of the cliffside that created a natural barrier around it. The shadow of the looming ridge did little in the way of cooling the small settlement as the warm, briny air that wafted up from the southern seas was warm and gentile. He remained vigilant to the streets around them as they traversed, a keen eye out for thieving pickpockets. He was ready to snag the wrist of a greedy passer-by, and teach them not to take what wasnt rightfully theirs. However, he was a bit surprised by the absence of people on the streets. Even for a smaller town such as Solajin it was eerily quiet, something was definitely amiss. Hmm he responded in a quiet, albeit rough tone as he pulled his attention to Lyra. Perhaps~ there are some old ruins to be found. He added, grinning toothily, the thought of treasure hunting sounding much more bountiful than their usual work.\nRahzil couldnt help but notice the shabby state most of the village was in. Although the architecture, for the most part, was nice, it was marred by shacks and shanties. Most of the buildings made from mason where falling into disrepair and neglect. Much more poor here than I imagined. He commented blatantly, turning to witness the elderly gentleman sizing them up, a small grunt breaking under his breath. No, they dont but then again, since when is anyone happy to see me? he asked, his mood lightening as the hint of humor played his words, a sharp chuckled following shortly after.\nA large, claw clad hand held the door open for his Viera companion as they entered the tavern. He may have been a brute, but he still retained some shred of civility under his thick hide. His amber eyes, as aware as they where outside, looked about the stale atmosphere of the tavern. The flickering shadows cast by the oil lamps and fluttering dust playing in the small shards of light from the windows the most activity inside. Dead as a doornail. He caught the door with his tail as it swung closed, quietly settling it back in its frame so it wouldnt slam and draw too much attention, even if there was all but nobody present in the bar. He turned to the man peacefully dozing in the corner, shrugging him off as a mere hobo before moving up to the bar. A smile broke his face as the Hume barmaid turned to move up to them, however before he could make a brazen comment about her looks her expression went stale, and she so open accused them of a foul trade.\nInstead of simply correcting the woman, Rahzils eye gave a small twitch as a flicker of his mood sank. If there was one thing he couldnt stand, aside from invalid crew members, it was being wrongly judged because of his race. Listen, Hume! He retorted, voice rising. Just because I dont look like you, doesnt give you the right to assuming anything about me! With a deep seeded growl he turned, refusing to sit at the bar now, choosing to shift to a table at the center of the room, far from the ignorant wench, muttering to himself. Theyll never learn that us Bangaa are more than brutes out to destroy them.\nRahzil didnt even notice the bartender had entered while he threw his tantrum. It wasnt until the man spoke that he responded, turning towards them and informing the man that his employee should watch her tongue better, and stating how its no wonder their business is so poor if that is how patrons are treated. But his tone was beginning to subside as fast as it rose. He set his elbows on the table, resting his snout in one of his hands as, letting himself cool down."
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"value": "Acheron let out an impatient breath as he stood outside of the rest stop going into Portland, Oregon. Sitting astride his own custom Harley Softail Sportster. He was originally on his way to Nashville, Tennessee because he heard of some researcher making claims of having discovered Atlantis. On the way however, Savitar had told him that was being taken care of and that he was needed here instead. So he was here. Now that he thought about it, he'd been attempting to get a Dark Hunter stationed here so he could kill two birds with one stone.\nThough all he saw right now was a bunch of bikers likely on their way south taking a break. Picking up bits and pieces of their thoughts here and there, he found that this was a chapter of the well-known, Hell's Angels gang who was on their way to \"Church\" which meant meeting basically. A few of them had glanced his way, but as usual due mostly to Ash's constant \"FU\" aura, even hardened bikers knew to keep their distance. The thought brought a smirk to his lips.\nHe remembered Savitar had said something about an incident that occurred in a lab not too far from this place. When he asked Artemis about it even she was tight-lipped. Not that he was expecting the goddess to help him much. She'd done such a FINE job helping in the past what with watching him be beaten to a bloody pulp by her brother. A tick developed on his jaw before he simply shook his head and kept his senses open. Something apparently was going to go down either near here or at this very place.\nIt was then, when he noticed near the restroom a couple of men were hassling a woman. He immediately recognized the men as Daimons, but something about her aura was... weird. And while he could pick up the males' thoughts, he found himself unable to read her's at all.What the hell?!"
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"value": "Just passing through, that's what she had told herself four months ago. But the problem was, there was no one here protecting the people. She had come through, and noticed that right away. Even with her shields on as high as she had them, she still could sense a Daimon for up to twenty miles away. She had come to this rest-stop because there had been some rumors of young woman vanishing from it. So she had decided to investigate.\nShe traveled with the Hell's Angels, they seemed to be fine with the young woman. She didn't get in there way, and paid for the gas that was used. She had traveled with a man she had dubbed 'Papa Bear' very fitting considering she was everything a grandfather would have been, had she had contact with her biological grandfather. He was a kind old man, that took the pale and shaking girl in when she had first appeared in Portland.\nThe man didn't know what she was, which was fine. But he knew that she could handle herself. Decked out like the men, she looked like a leather clad angel. Delicate features, almost shatteringly pretty. Her eyes slightly slanted, and a perpetually sad look to them. Her eyes had an illusion cast on them, to make them look just plain old baby blue. Though someone with enough powers could see her true eyes. The dark blue outer ring, that melted into silver, that melted into purple at her pupil.\nHer hair was pure white, pulled back in a clip with her bangs framing her features. The bangs reaching her collarbones, and the hair clipped in the back reaching near her waist. Her clothing was leather, minus her top. She wore leather pants, that hugged her waist and ass and then loosened down around her legs. She wore leather harley boots, a pretty little gift from 'Papa Bear'. Her top was a black to the skin shirt, cut a little lower then she usually liked but it served it's purpose. Her black leather jacket was made to withstand traveling, and that was a good thing.\nShe came from the restroom, and the males came around her. Heckling her, she pretended to be frightened by the blonds, but interested. When the Daimons pulled her out behind the building, further then the restrooms, a feral grin overtook her features. \"Now tell me gentlemen, what has you so far from your hunting grounds?\" She asked as she whirled on them. Her shields dropping. The whoosh of energy was enough to make the dust rise up and rush out from around her feet.\nHer hand came up the ball of shadowy energy forming, as she laughed. \"Nevermind, forget I asked that. You are the ones stealing and destroying the young women who have gone missing here.\" She said as she stepped forward. \"My name is Shadow, simply shadow. As a righter of the wrongs cast on women kind, I will destroy you as swiftly as possible. You aren't worth my time.\" She stated firmly as she lashed out the ball at one males chest. Then released another at another.\nThey where similar to God-Bolts but a bit different. Formed out of the shadow energy that few actually truly learned to wield. There where three that had no braids and beads in their hair. The three that did would be her problem. Blades came up from gods knew where, but Shadow knew she would have to work fast. As they came at her she dropped to her knees and slid across the gravel, slipping between one of the warriors legs. She spun rapidly by using her hand to turn and then rapidly twisted her body to slam a kick into the mans hip.\nThere was a crunching sound as the Spathi dropped and started to scream. She had been trained for this, trained to kill. The sure and pulsing aura of death... was enough to assure that."
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"value": "Ash tried once again to read her thoughts, but everything came up a complete blank. What did that mean? He didn't like this one bit. While he had to admit with a smirk of his lips that the woman before him put Artemis' crafted beauty to shame. He slid his Oakley sunglasses down a little bit as he watched her approach the other men. She also had guts to even try to take on this clutch of Daimons by herself. Whatever she was. Acheron could sense her energy as she dropped her shields and so did a couple of the Daimons apparently as one or two of them had been stunned a moment.\nRolling his shoulders in the distressed black duster he wore over the black Misfits T-shirt he strode over to the fight in his dusty leather strides tucked into his straight black Doc Martens. His raven hair pulled back in a ponytail accenting his strong features he cracked his knuckles in one fingerless gloved hand and then the other. He'd be damned if he was going to even allow the possibility of anything happen to this woman. He remembered that Savitar told him. That people close to him would be blanks to his ability to read minds. While the Daimons minds were open to him he still couldn't get a sense of her while he approached the battle she was in. While he back was to another Daimon who was trying to attack her from behind, Ash lashed his hand forward and it was as if the Daimon had been grabbed by the collar of his shirt and jerked back towards Ash's waiting hand. Catching the man he placed one hand under his chin in a firm grip and the other at the back of his head and jerked. With a sickening wet crunch the Daimin found himself able to actually watch his back as his head was twisted backwards. The body toppled a few steps before falling to the ground. Ash threw a god bolt into the body for good measure turning it into little more than a pile of ash and soot on the ground.\nAsh didn;t have time to play around. This had to be defused quickly before it caused a problem for any standers-by. Luckily, Papa Bear and most of the other bikers were in the bar at the moment enjoying their rounds. Unaware of the fight going on."
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"value": "Shadow ignored the man that came to help her. She would deal with him later. Her eyes narrowed as she dodged the spathi she was still working on. She spun in a full circle releasing a handful of what appeared to be, and where, kunai. The bladed projectiles flew true, hitting the normal daimons in their inkblots. Leaving her with One healthy Spathi, and one injured. Then she felt the sensation she felt whenever one of their holes opened. Gods be damned, why did the fates always play her as their fool? She ducked and braced her hands on the ground, spinning her body in a full circle and kicking out feet as she went. The world inverted as she spun her body and flipped.\nShe brought the heel of her boot down upon one of the new Spathi's. His head crunched wetly as the scent of blood filled the air. Her nostrils flared for a moment, and her eyes narrowed as she spun. A blade releasing itself from her sleeve, one that hadn't been there a moment ago. Made into a projectile by a burst of magic. It took the spathi in the heart. Then she released on on the spathi that was on the ground with the broken hip.\nShe gave a cry of pain as she was suddenly hauled back by her hair, one of the males had her by her hair. The Spathi's beads fell against her shoulder as his fangs pierced into her neck. Sending piercing pain through her as the pulling sensation washed over her. Her eyes closed, as she pretended to sag. Her mind ran through the spells she had learned. Then she released a long gentle sigh. The Spathi made a gagging sound, and the female smirked. Though she controlled shadows, her mother had taught her a spell. It was called \"Liquid Sunlight\", a spell which had gone down with Atlantis.\nThe Spathi burst into flame, and turned into dust. The blood leaking from her wound was a bit luminescent and looked nearly gold now, rolling down her body as the wound slowly stitched closed.\"Man, can you shield, cause if you can damn well do it!\"Shadow sent the telepathic command to the man that had come to her aid. With that done, in her opinion more then enough warning, she drew her arms into her body. The shadows pulsing around her as she took the bolts of power thrust at her by a particularly vicious one. The smell of singed leather and a bit of hair filled the air.\nBut the shadows continued to pulse, and then suddenly exploded into a reign of knives that spread through the area. Designed to only fly so far, and ONLY pierce flesh. They would melt away after a certain point, and those that connected with flesh, would have a nice little core they would release. Her blood on the ground had been what had fueled the blades. So each of those blades had a miniature piece of sunlight. With that attack released, the female went to her knees panting. Her eyes closing as she gasped for breath. Fuck, that was too much. She shouldn't have used that last ability. Fuck, Fuck...\nHer vicious was darkening and that was never a good thing. She didn't know if she could really trust the male that had come to help her."
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"value": "Acheron had to admit that whatever she was she could damn well handle herself against the Spathi. Her movements were fluid, there was no wasted motion, and in the brief instant where he thought he would have to step in to save her, she'd taken control of the situation quickly. The spell she'd used had surrpised him however.Atlantean magic?! That sort of magic sunk to the depths with my mother's people! How does she know it?This woman was indeed full of surprises. His fascination was cut short however when he heard her mental warning to shield. The energy that hummed through the air was proof of the need. Taking her warning to heart he put up his own shield as her aura seemed to explode with eldritch power.\nHe watched as the energy exploded from her, taking out the rest in an orderly fashion despite the chaotic manner the spell went off. He could feel the energy beat against his shiled, and was glad for the warning. That would've hurt like a bitch. When he lowered his shield after he was sure the spell had subsided, he noticed her power was dimming. She'd used too much power, and was fading. He ran over and caught her before she would fall to the concrete, holding her, slowly sitting her down. Up close, her beauty was even more arresting, he brushed a finger along the snow white bangs framing her angelic face. Yet he'd seen just how dealy this woman was, and he could still feel her power, though having tapped into too much of it she was now a bit weakened.\nHis first order of business was to check the wound on her neck from the bite. Pressing his palm over the wound he begun about healing it. As he did, he wondered what course of action would need to be taken. The only Dark Hunter in the area he could think of would be Zoe, who he'd contacted prior to his coming to Seattle. Sebastian's was the closest haven he could think of, and thankfully that wasn't too far. Looking down at Shadow he wondered.Who are you?"
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"value": "The females mind barely knew where she was, or what she was doing. She panted as the energy pulsed around her one last time and died. She went to her knees, but ended up in strong arms. A sensation that she hadn't felt in a long time. These did not seek to hurt her, either. Which was a strange turn of events. He held her as if she was special, someone to save. The sensation of a healing spell rolled over the wound on her neck.\nIt sealed up, and the pain slowly left her. But the problem was, with her shields down, her mental barriers destroyed... She couldn't control certain aspects of her powers. It allowed him a window into her mind. The scene that rolled through his mind, would make a normal person cringe.\nTears rolled down the child's face as she stood up. White hair falling across darkening and blood filled vision. A cry slowly slipped from the girls lips. With that the fist of a much larger man slammed into her stomach, making her curl up and spasm. Blood leaking from her lips, as she vomited on his boots. She cried, and curled up. Sobbing and shaking. The voice of the man filling her mind.\n\"Take the pain and use it, damnit! Stop being a child, you are a Goddess! Awaken and fight. Don't let yourself be fooled. I'll kill you if you don't fight back!\"\nThe man screamed at her. The pain throbbed through her as the attacks continued. She wiped the blood from her mouth and fought to dodge. From the way her mind was formed, she was no older then eight. And she was already being put through so much. She followed the words of the man speaking to her, energy gathered and the world ran black.\nShadow spasmed as she was held in the mans arms. A scream silenced behind tightly closed lips. She rolled her head to the side, hands curling around her stomach as she shook. Trying to curl away from the man. She hadn't passed out, but her vision was darkening. She couldn't pass out, she couldn't!"
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"value": "Though part of him was focused on healing her and keeping an eye out for their surroundings, part of him felt for the woman in his arms. Centuries ago, he'd been forged in the fires of shame and humiliation, and then to be killed and brought back as a god to oversee a war that would determine the fate of humanity itself. He could understand her pain, he'd endured much the same.\nThough in her memories the man had called her a goddess. That brought an inquisitive look from him. Sure, she had an appearance that could rival even Artemis herself, but the power he'd seen her display in dispatching the Spathi had been pretty damned impressive. Could she have something to do with what Savitar was talking about? He knew better than to ask. He knew the god wouldn't tell him directly, but in some 'round-the-fucking-barn kind of way that told him nothing so he didn't screw the pooch that was fate.\nWhen he felt her bite back a scream and turn in his arms he held her tighter. \"It's okay. I'm here to help you.\" He said reassuringly, knowing that those memories coming back could be the cause of it as well. She was likely reliving those painful events all of the sudden."
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"value": "Shadow's eyes opened, her shields gone, and her natural appearance evident. She used magic to make herself look quite a bit more plain then she actually was. Her eyes were multi-colored. Three colors, purple, blue and silver. Her eyes shifted a little as she stared at him - a whimper leaving her. She shuddered a little and twisted a little in his arms. Her eyes closing as she arched away from him. \"Don't - just don't touch me!\" She snapped as she tried to twist out of his arms. She didn't want him hurt, but the barriers of her mind were collapsing here in his arms.\nOther memories came to light - as her mind started to fade out a little. Her breathing leveled out - in a manner of stress and serenity, all in one. Her hands gripped his arm as she collapsed down against his chest. Her eyes closed as she whimpered a little.\nShe crouched down, now about eight or nine. Her body poised at the ready to leap. The same man from before was there - and he was watching her as she darted through the obstacle course. Her body was alive with power - too much for one so young. She had to keep pushing herself, the man shooting at her. Bullets hitting a shield that she had created - one hand moving it as she darted through the course.\n\"Keep going - you dumb cunt. Seriously? You're supposed to be the child of a God, I know homeless people with more ability then you.\" The man snapped at her.\nShadow whirled around as her hands came together. Her first kill - was the only thought in her mind. Her hands came together as her eyes closed. They opened to watch the shocked look on the mans face. \"Hows that for a Goddess.\" She whispered as she watched the blood dripped down from the mans eyes. Then she crossed her arms before her and then slammed her arms out. A familiar attack - to Acheron at least - happened. Shadows burst around her as daggers slammed into the man.\n\"Fuck you.\"\nShadow regained the control of her being as she gasped faintly. Too much stress - and what the hell was this man. \"Let me go.\" She whispered softly as she tried to pull away. Her eyes closing as she gripped her leather jacket. \"I need to move.\""
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"value": "Players: Rm860 & EclipseNeko\nStory concept takes place in:\nNaruto Alter verse Modernism\n-Taking Naruto anime/manga concepts and using them in a more modern realistic setting but keeping within the theme of fantasy. Takes place in an alternative universe so no naruto cast is involved.\nPlotline: Akatsuki corp., a multi-national billion dollar corporation stands tall in the ninja world. Little does everyone know that one of their own is a criminal mastermind with an incredible ability. An executive with the power of the Rinnegan has an evil plot in motion; his assistant may be the only one who may be able to change his mind. Will her loyalty blind her?\nCharacters\nDonovan Reign --- (Right) Melissa Haruno\nAkatsuki corp. was on the cutting edge of technology for the ninja world, but they were much more then a just research and development company. They had stood prominent for more then 80 years and were a multi-national billion dollar corporation. They had their hand in almost everything from energy to banking to the latest ninja gear and weapons. Their proud symbol of the red cloud stood for greatness and it was obvious by the spectacle the company put on for this afternoons revealing. It was today that a new energy source prototype would be shown. The presenter was a well known executive and sat on the board of directors, he wasn't often in the spotlight but this revealing in particular was important. VIP's, mayors, governors, leaders of various ninja clans and press were all waiting to see Akatsuki corps latest product.\nDonovan Reign was important to Akatsuki corp., at the age of 39 he had accomplished a great deal. He wasn't an expert ninja, he wasn't involved in local politics; however he was a savvy business man and lead project teams of the highest standard. He had many secrets though and how people perceived him was false. He sat in the back of a four door automobile as the driver turned into the bottom floor of a parking garage. As the car stopped he took a look in the rearview mirror making sure his appearance was acceptable. He felt excited as he knew his assistant would be waiting; their relationship was not all professional. Exiting the car he took a look around seeing the masses of chakra with his Rinnegan. There were some powerful ones that would be tough to fight, however his perception was hindered by contact lenses that hid his optical power giving him now a hazel brown eye color. He now headed toward the presentation room but he would meet his assistant first.\nMelissa Haruno was his young female assistant of at least a year, he was fuzzy on the exact details. As he approached a small conference room she would be able to feel him, he sent out a chakra wave to make sure. Once entering the room he spoke with a serious smile his voice one suitable for public speaking Miss Haruno how is the turn out? Is the project ready? This is important so I hope you took care of everything."
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"value": "Melissa was currently sitting in the conference room. She currently was wearing small glasses with her short\nbright red hair pushed behind her ears. In front of her was a small envelope; this envelope was very, very important\nas it held the important details of her boss, Mr. Donovan Reign, new energy source that he was behind in creating.\nShe had been working for him for a year and two months as his assistant. She came from the famous ninja clan, Haurnos, who\nwere well known for their Genjutsu and loyalty to their partner.\nShe sighed as she looked at Mr. Reign as her partner. She respected him greatly but she knew more about him than\nanyone else and knew the plans he held. He was quite power hungry and sometimes cruel. She didn't agree with his\nplans and deeply wanted to stop him but of course he would just ignore her pleas. Despite this current issue, she was\nquite proud of her position, she was only 18 years old and was assistant to one of the most powerful men in the world as one of the most powerful corporations.\nJust as she glanced up the at the small clock in the room, she felt his chakra being released and it was pointing right\ntowards her. She quickly jumped up, grabbing the folder as she ran to the door, her heels clanking loudly. She stopped the the\ndoor, letting her own chakra slowly spill out, letting him know she felt him. She opened the door and bowed as she saw her boss quickly\nstep in. \"Good morning, Mr. Reign.\" She said as she stood back up and walked towards him, folder out ready for him to take. \"Was your\nride fine?\""
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"value": "Melissa did indeed hail from a large and famous ninja clan and Donovan despised that one aspect. He cringed inside every time his lips uttered a name that was of a clan. He wasnt from a clan he was orphaned as a baby because two members of different clans brought him to the world. A lot of anger was there but he could handle it with her as she hardly ever talked about heritage. In this corporate environment they hid their relationship so it was Mr. Reign to her and Miss Haruno to him.\nWhile he couldnt say he didnt take advantage of her upbringing of loyalty. But thats not why he fancied her or took her as his both professional and personal. She started out as an intern, little more then a fetch girl but he discovered her one evening practicing a Genjutsu that was creative and more advanced then he thought she was capable of. Even from a distance using his Dojutsu, the Rinnegan he was impressed. He took a interest in her and showed her his power. A bond formed and she was introduced to his ideals, and now she viewed him as someone special. She was young, pretty and talented so Donovan felt lucky.\nHe was happy to see her as they had not spent much time together these last few days. He had meeting after meeting and she was here preparing documents and overseeing some other tasks. He took the folder as he noted her heels, were they new? Yes it was pleasant, really needed to gather my nerves. You know, no matter how old someone gets there is still a slight fear of public speaking. He took the folder and gently pushed her back into the small room closing the door behind. You look cute today Melissa did you do that thing I asked? He got close his hand moving to one of her breasts as the other hung at his side still holding the folder. He could feel her chest and would notice her breathing Im sure you did, but Ill ask anyway. She was supposed to have arranged a meeting with his underlings; he was also the head of a criminal organization and she was also his assistant in that aspect of his life. He jut wished she didnt object to his plans sometimes, because she always gave in and did it anyhow."
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"value": "She saw his eye look at her almost disgusting for a moment before they suddenly\nchanged to a more wanting look. She knew it was because of her background and she sighed.\nThat part he would always hate about her till day her last name changed and she became part\nof a new clan. She just watched as he moved closer to her, having a feeling what he wanted.\nIt shouldn't come as a surprise since it had been quite a while they haven't \"done\" anything.\n\"One such as yourself, I figured speaking in public would not be such an issue.\" She smiled,\nalmost mocking him. She could fire back at him time to time, but tired not to anger him.. He\nwould always get a little.. violent then. As he spoke her took the folder from her hand and her\nback. Before she could even speak, his hand was upon her breast, lightly kneading it. She gasped\nand tired to balance herself. He always seemed to catch her off guard.\nShe brushed off his compliment as he got to \"other\" business. Ones that were usually dealt with\noutside the office. \"Yes, everyone has been contacted and they will be at the meeting ground at\nthe usual time.\" She whispered into his ear. \"Though.. can you please cancel this meeting and\nmaybe spend time with me instead?\" She slightly begged him. She wanted to distract him best\nshe could from the evil intentions that were going through his mind. \"The ANBU can wait, right?\"\nShe knew she was pushing her luck because anything that dealt with the ANBU always came first and\nanything that got in his way would usually anger him. Pushing her luck a little more, she wrapped her\narms around his neck, pressing her chest into him."
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"value": "Oh a little playful are we? Public speaking isnt nearly as scary as a certain red haired devil I know. He chuckled, for as stern as he was Melissa brought enjoyment for life out of him and it was new to Donovan. He spent so many years hating everything and trusting no one that at first getting to know her was a challenge and he almost got rid of her once. Donovan could have such a temper; one night in frustration about a year and a half ago he almost killed her. But it was her confession of how much she liked him; just two little words changed him. While he had not said it in return; being unsure of his feelings, he did however wanted this relationship.\nANBU or the Associated New Brotherhood of Unity was a vast criminal empire that he started along with several people to achieve what he called the ultimate objective. They had several branches but he led this areas group. While he was powerful due to the Rinnegan and a good leader it was the unity that was the true power. They were all like family in many ways, much like a religious cult and he needed them. Mr. Reign was their main source of funding and since he had to keep his cover the others did much of the work. He often had secret meetings with them to check on progress and give credit when it was due. It did come first almost all the time.\nShe had herself close to him; he could feel her warm firm breasts against his suit. He wore his usual business attire of black pants and overcoat with a red shirt and tie underneath. Red was his favorite color, perhaps a reason Melissa died her hair even brighter red. He liked to think she was a natural red head but he wasnt entirely sure of that. As she pleaded he sighed sitting the folder on a nearby conference table. He pushed her into an office chair leaning over her; a hand grabbing her arm roughly. You know its important dont you? My goal is now your goal. Understand! He raised his voice on the last word. I want to spend time with you, just its been busy. But after tonight how about we do an infusion? He delighted in a task he called chakra infusion where he literally fed his vast chakra from his ocular power into her. It could be through just touch or be sexual but it let them bond completely. When their chakra merged it was magical. Can I get a good luck kiss before I go and picture everyone naked? He referred to his speech.\nANBU Information\nANBU (Associated New Brotherhood of Unity) The criminal organization that Donovan Reign leads to achieve his ultimate objective. They are an example of a mafia in this world. They hide their identity behind red and white masks. Upon death or capture they use chakra to perform a body dissolve jutsu where they literally dissolve into noting but a chakra gas that quickly dissipates removing them from the ninja world. Unlike in the anime this ANBU only ware human face shaped masks meaning no animal faces and no ear looking things, color is always uniform; However, pattern can very by rank or job within the organization. The leader has a standard pattern; the generals, commanders, and other top personal can pick their own designs. All other members share the standard pattern of their leader and are mostly disposable. Low ladder members ware kaki colored cloaks while higher ups ware a wide selection of colors. The leaders cloak is black with red trim. The Ninja police forces view them as serious threats.\n- The Difference."
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"value": "Assassination. That was what she was built for. She was fairly strong, but she also avoided alchemy and guns. The young woman appeared nothing more than a Xingese traveler. Though there was much more to her than that. She'd been hired to do something for some Ishvalan rebels, as a slight grin stayed on her features. Her eyes cast back and forth, as though she were lost, hoever she was really looking for someone. There never really was too much to do here in the North. She'd followed a certain man here, to assassinate him. The young woman held her coat tighter, as she walked along the rather crowded roads. Despite it being winter-like all year round, she wasn't all that well clothed for the weather. She hadn't been expecting it to be this cold!\nBeing from Xing, she was used to hot temperatures, and had never been out in the snow before. Aoi shivered briefly as she rubbed her arms. Even the heavy jacket she wore did nothing to quell her chattering teeth.\nHonestly, there wasn't much she could do about it, but she was sure as hell still going to try. She narrowed here eyes suddenly, spotting her target as she continued to glance around, her eyes only landing on him a moment, before continuing along their lost gaze pattern. She would follow him until he was in an alleyway, going for a shortcut. She smirked slightly to herself, and slipped in the alleyway behind him, slipping up quickly behind her target, flinging her shuriken at his back.\n\"Hnn. I wasn't expecting the 'Great Red Lotus Alchemist' to be so careless.\" She sneered, as she lowered her arm, shrugging off her jacket as she smirked at him, she was ready to fight, her black hair hidden in a bun up above her head, and her bright red eyes focused on him. The eyes may have tipped some off that she wasn't completely Xingese, in fact she had a bit of Ishvalan blood running within her veins alongside her mostly Xingese heritage. Though she had absolutely no clue about this, and a smirk was on her features. Kimblee had been in the Ishvalan war, and he most likely would notice that her eyes were red, and obviously not Xingese, comparing it to the rest of her body, however, she was obviously not pure blooded Ishvalan either."
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"value": "He spent all day getting the ingredients to the right place. Normally he would have taken out the entire block but thats not how they wanted it done. By noon he was almost ready to set it off, only he felt like he was being watched. Reaching into his pockets he felt the marbles smooth cool with enough kick to blow off an arm. Her smiled and decided to wait the bomb was almost finished no point in letting it go to waste.\nKimblee was on a job for central, normally he was not so on task but the latest assignment was right up his alley a real blast. He was ready to set of the bomb hundreds of gallons of explosives running through the pipes of a major pain in the governments back side. Just then a shiver ran down his spine someone was watching him. Knotty, Knotty he did not like to run but even he could not blow someone to chunks and get away with it in public.\nThe figure was not that big, a woman or a young man either way it would be hard to make a big bomb before she was on him. The blade sliced through his coat falling to the ground it exploded in a shower of smoke and stone. Turning around he held a marble between is thumb and forefinger. An I did not think an assassin would talk so much Normally he would have already spattered the girl but he had to know what she knew. Damn bureaucrats always breathing down his neck burring him in paper work.\nThe small marble was as powerful as a hand grenade and in his hand far more accurate the best part was he had the btter part of a hundred. So tell me before you die miss assassin what is youre name so I can carve it on youre tomb stone Not the most original comeback but he had work to do and the bitch was bothering him. He aimed for her arms and legs, she would make a good distraction or a better fall girl."
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"value": "Giving him a smirk, the woman sighed, he'd blown up her shuriken and that annoyed her. She fell silent at his mocking, eyes cold, before leaping backwards a bit, with a grin. \"Oh, don't worry, I'm not that stupid.\" She grinned, as she leapt up to the wall, and dashed along it, to get behind him, holding one of her kunai out, as she attempted to get his arm when she flounced past him.\nShe knew plenty about the government, but she wasn't about to let him know that. She grinned at him as she pushed off of the wall, and landed behind him, almost delicately. A smirk was still on her features as she glared at him. It annoyed her, sincerely that he took her so lightly. Sure she was responsible for many deaths, but that was all part of the fun in her eyes. She wouldn't give in that easily and she was sure as hell strong enough to take him on if he couldn't use his alchemy. So maybe that should have been her first course of action against a State Alchemist, take out his power supply, his hands. But no, she hadn't thought of that until now. She narrowed her eyes, and slammed her knee towards his back.\n\"Well now, you're a lot slower than I'd heard~\" She jeered right back at him, with a sadistic grin crossing her features. Sure she wasn't all that good of a person, and she was sure as hell willing to cause him pain before killing him....If only she knew anything about the Philosopher's Stone. She honestly didn't, and so she wouldn't really be able to kill him. She placed a hand on her left hip, letting her gaze tell him she wasn't going to be easy to defeat, she was most definitely sadistic, and ready for a hell of a fight!"
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"value": "He caught the next spinning metal blade with his belt he was no boxer but he could throw a punch when he wanted to Come girl can you only play with butter knives He tossed the belt and blade at he taking out a section of the wall. As her knee slammed into his back ten marbles flew into the air. He smiled pressing his body to the wall a smile on his face he loved it the smell of scorched flesh.\nTell me if a ten foot section of wall falls into a 10 foot alley how hard will it squash a bug the wall mostly in tact began to fall towards her. He watched it fall slowly as he began to climb the wall using the handholds he made. As he reached the top he felt a wash of hot air before the wall smashed into the alley floor. The only thing he could see was dust and smoke billowing out like a storm cloud.\nYou again I should have known dropping a building on you would not be enough slowly he rotated his arm making sure the bitch had not hurt him too back. He already had lost his favorite jacket. Jumping back he watched half the building collapse on top of the smaller single story shop he already half destroyed.\nSuch a shame so young so viscous so hothe turned to leave discarding his glasses and placing a hat on his head. He could smell it the scent of life death lingers a sweat scent that you never forget this was life. Come on do I have to knock the entire city to burry you he asked throwing his hands up towards the heavens."
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"value": "Aoi narrowed her eyes angrily. Crap, this battle wasn't going quite how she wanted it to...Her bright red eyes widened slightly when he caught the kunai, and narrowed her eyes further, as she dashed out of the way when he flung it back at her.'Bah! This is not going too well...!'She closed her eyes, feeling the wall beginning to fall down.'A BUG!? If that bastard thinks he can get away with calling me a bug, he's got another thing coming!'She thought to herself as she sprinted down the alleyway, trying to get out the other side, unluckily for her, the wall finished falling, and caught her too close, smacking her down to the ground harshly.\n\"Gah...\" She yelped softly, and barely managed to get up from the ground in time to run out of the way of the next wall, \"Shit, shit, shit!\" She hissed beneath her breath as she sprinted around the corner, panting, and glaring back at the wall. It would be easiest to scale up the wall, to try and confront him directly rather than having to sprint around, when she was already out of breath, and trying to avoid his attacks when she couldn't attack him. Aoi narrowed her eyes quickly and ran from one wall, straight at the other, before suddenly turning around and sprinting up to the top of the building that Kimblee was on, eyes narrowed.\nShe grabbed onto the ledge of the roof, and flung herself over the side, landing behind him with a mocking grin. \"I guess it's harder to kill a bug than you thought it would be, isn't it, you bastard?\" She sneered, as she grabbed about eight kunai and shuriken from her sleeves, getting ready to fight again. \"Honestly...\" She hissed, before dashing at him. \"Don't underestimate me~\""
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"value": "He brought the tube to his mouth a dozen beads ready You think I am even trying to kill you he laughed the beads spread out exploding in midair forming a wall of smoke he leapt forward holding out his arm. Did he get her or not what ever happened he rolled out of the way avoiding a dozen blades on sank into his calf mussel. Bitch you really love sharp thinks Leaping over the side he began shooting beads into the building. The floors began to collapse on after the other until the building was gone.\nlanding on the ruble his leg gave out and he fell smashing through a half pain of glass cutting himself up something fierce. I know I know you are not dead grabbing the shuriken he yanked pulling back a bloody blade. Limping he began to gather ingredient in a bag his special fire bomb a good old home recipe. Come on bitch I have something for you blood leaked down his boot leaving a trail.\nHe found another blade in his arm he was not cut out for this run and gun fighting already he wanted to pass out. Come on bitch come get some he would have to fool her get her close enough to the blast while not getting hit himself. Come on dont you want to finish me off he was not sure how she was alive she should have been dead eight times over, that was it she was some kind of cat chimaera. Here kitty kitty"
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"value": "He knew what Aoi was, but she didn't know just yet. She sure as hell wasn't dead yet, and she hadn't been killed just yet. Though she'd been stuck on the building when it collapsed in on her. She groaned, now stuck beneath a pile of rubble. Aoi hissed softly as she struggled to try and get out from beneath the rubble, but wasn't able to manage it, just yet. She was getting beaten up pretty badly already from him, but she couldn't tell for sure if she'd been able to hit him with her mix of kunai and shuriken.\n\"Shit...\" She hissed in pain, rubbing her forehead as she slowly tried to move the rubble off of herself, at least it wasn't as devastating as a wall landing on her would be. She winced, rolling onto her back when she finally got all of the rubble off of her, and panted, trying to catch her breath. \"Gah...\" She winced slightly. It hurt a hell of a lot, so she wasn't able to move just yet, and she could also feel her vision getting blurry. Oh hell no. She couldn't pass out here....! But her brain just didn't want to work, eyes falling closes as she moaned softly in pain. \"God damn...\""
},
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"value": "He held up the tube he had to know if she was dead or not he had to know Come on kitty I just want to give you some milk he dove through a window glass fell of his shirt along with dirt and explosive residue. He landed next to her it was clear she was even in worse shape then him Tell me kitty why did you start a fight with me he threw a stun charge no shrapnel no gas of fire just enough to knock the wind out of her. Was she alone or was there an entire team of them waiting to tear him apart.\nYou will pay for every cut he moved closer was she down or would she have a few more lives tucked away. She was attractive and she was one of those one of the people he first learned the art of explosion on. Tell me what are you red eyed freaks doing among good god fearing people of science he wanted to kill her to thin one of those dirty people would come so close to doing him in. Tell me arms or legs first he asked he knew enough about a human any human body to take them apart piece by piece."
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"value": "She glowered at the man towering above her, and grimaced. She felt the stun charge thrown into her stomach, and yelped, having the breath knocked out of her, as she struggled to get up. \"Heh, red eyes don't mean shit! I'm Xingese for all I care to know!\" She snarled in response to him, with a smirk. She knew that it got on his nerves that she got so close to killing him, but it also bothered her, that she couldn't take him down. She was a lone assassin, there wasn't anyone with her, after all an assassin with her tastes preferred to be alone, she never did work well with others. She glared at him angrily as he stepped closer to her, and narrowed her eyes, trying to get up, still.\n\"Heh...I may be down, but I'm not letting you take me apart!\" She hissed at him, angrily, as she panted. Aoi was trying to get her breath back, still, and she was trying her damndest to not pass out. She was sure as all hell going to give it her all, if he tried to kill her, but her vision was fading in and out of focus, and blackness. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up."
},
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"value": "Well I cant interrogate you until you are better he lifted her up praying she did not stab him in the neck. Despite being a crime highway the sewers were not guarded or patrolled he found his way to his base in only a few minutes. The girl was a lot heavier the she looked most of it would turn out to be weapons. He had to admit as he ran his finger over her naked stomach that she was not hard on the eyes. I cant do much yet but when I Finnish I will know you re mother name and favorite color\nNow tell me xingese why are you trying to kill me, I mean I have my fans but none so persistent as you he ran his finger over her body the table was lined with transmutation circle if she got up she would blow up. I warn you move to fast and there wont be enough left to fill a tea spoon he would have plenty of time to get out of the way or sop he planned. Her ran hsi finger up the inside of her leg over her hip and up her armpit to her hand. Tell me who wired you to kill me"
},
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"value": "Aoi narrowed her eyes, though she wasn't able to resist, nor was she able to stab him, far too tired to do so. She was easily picked up, and taken to his base. She grimaced as he stripped her, all too easily of her clothes, and her weapons. She snarled bitterly at him, and attempted to move to get up, but then she saw the transmutation circle. It registered in her brain that despite being fast, she wouldn't be able to survive being blown up...She flinched, however, feeling his finger run along her stomach, and hissed bitterly, as she grabbed his hand on her stomach, \"Don't touch me...!\" She snarled.\nFlinching a bit, she felt his other hand wander the upper thigh of her leg, and grit her teeth, as he ran it up her hip to her hand. \"Ch-Che...\" She grimaced again as she struggled to not move too quickly, she had heard his comment about the transmutation circle, and glared at him. \"I'm not telling you anything...\" She hissed in response."
},
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"value": "Picking through her cloths he found enough cutlery to start a small shop. Look after you tell me what I need to know you can go to a nice cell with a medic slowly he began to take of his cloths he did not care what she did. He began to whistle a little tune as she shed his shirt and pants throwing them off into a corner. He had to admit she was the best chance he was going to get to relieve some pressure. It will end one way and one way only if you dont tell me what io want to know you die\nSlowly he climbed onto the table unlike his quest he knew the exact tolerances of the circle. Now I know you dont want me to do this so talk he began kissing up her neck then down licking around her nipples. Truth was after killing so many people he began to miss the simple thing like coffee and sex. His hands moved up and then between her legs if she fought back it would only be more pun. Now talk he demanded as he roughly shoved two fingers into her unguarded sex."
},
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"value": "Aoi grimaced as he dug through her clothes, removing the cutlery and weapons, narrowing her eyes as she glared back at him. He removed his shirt and then his pants. She glowered at him, from her rather strange position on the floor, and tried to keep her fists from clenching, she had a small idea of what he planned on doing, and she had enough pride to make sure that wouldn't happen, but he was suddenly on top of her, obviously he knew the alchemic properties much better than she did, and was able to move around without blowing them both up.\nShe flinched suddenly as he began to kiss her tender neck, and proving that she most likely was rather new to this sort of torture. She glared at him, as he began to kiss down to her hardened nipples, and shrieked in surprise, from his tongue. \"G-Get the hell off!\" She snarled in response as she slipped her hands up to try and push him off. She felt his hands move to her legs, and gasped softly when he pressed his two fingers up inside of her, and flinched, letting out a soft moan of surprise. She wasn't used to this at all. She glared back at him, \"....Who hired me?\" She asked, bitterly glaring at him, as she finally responded. \"Ishvalan's of course, wouldn't it be obvious to someone who tried to kill an entire race off the face of Amestris?!\" She snarled back at him."
},
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"value": "He laughed not a human laugh of mirth but one born of the deepest levels of hell an inhuman laugh. They couldnt hire a clown for a childs birthday roughly he pulled out his hand and shoved in three fingers. Never many in number central outspent the entire mut race in a week roughly he bit down on her chest. I mean who bank rolled you dont tell me you are some kind of avenging angel with that he pulled out pushing four fingers into her sex only an inch or so at this rate he would never get his entire hand inside of her.\nTell me which traitor general is paying you to kill me he laughed moving his hand to lick his finger clean of her juices. He then bit her chest again hard enough to leave an imprint of his teeth on her chest. Was it Mr flame alchemist that fool would have let me wrought in jail he wondered if she knew the military well enough to know all there nicknames like the crystal alchemist. Tell me bitch who paid for you to try and kill me he thrust his hand into her managing to get it up to his second knuckles. Already she was bleeding but thats what the drugs were for. Now tell me before I rip you apart who the traitor is I did not let you catch me just to kill some puke assassin"
},
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"value": "Aoi glared at him, flinching at his laugh, and glowered at him, before letting out a yelp as he suddenly yanked his hand out, and then shoved it back in. \"G-Gah!\" She cried out in surprise, as he bit down on her chest, and winced, letting out a soft whimper of pain, before clenching her teeth together, bitterly as she glared at him. \"I don't know who paid!\" She hissed, \"The man who's behind the payments? I don't know who it is, he just gave them the money to pay for my services.\" She hissed back at him, before cringing as he bit into her chest, letting out a slight gasp of pain before she breathed in, and tried to calm her breath once more.\nShe glared at him once again, as she thought a moment, about what he said, the Flame Alchemist...? She surely knew the man's title, and she knew most of their titles, as she had to research them before she left on this assignment. She grimaced as he thrust his hand into her, making her bleed more, and she cringed further. \"G-Gah!\" She cried out, as he threatened her. She clenched her fists tighter together, as she felt him slam his hand into her, further."
},
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"from": "gpt",
"value": "He laughed she was like a butterfly pinned to a piece of wax paper beautiful but unable to move or fight him. Then maybe I should find another use for you I mean you are a woman, I am a man he hated everyone they were at best fuel and at worst an obstacle. He smiled as he fit in the last of his hand. She was so tight that he could barley move his hand even lubed up with all her blood and other bodily fluids. Now if you bit this I will cut you and let you bleed to death slowly he mounted her head holding her nose he pushed his cock in. He felt her gag as he reached her throat pushing in to his balls. He wondered what he should do and considered hanging her from the wall. Now my little captive what should I do with an assassin who has nothing to say he could hand her over to the military or just dump her in the desert another body to add to a war that never ended. \"Tell me how you want it\""
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"value": "Starly stared at the convention around her. It was set up in a good place this year - near a park with a lot of stone fixtures. There was also a mall nearby. The convention was in a decent hotel - decent prices, and she had four friends on staff. She tapped her finger on her lip, it was the first morning of the covention - always a busy time. She was decked out in her cosplay, albeit it was one that bothered her a little. The seamstress was a friend of hers - and had decided that it would be a wonderful idea to add stiffer underskirts.\nWhich meant she had to be careful - not that it mattered. The outfit was her Dark Side of the MoonSenshi. The extensions had been easily, and her hairdoe wasn't dragging down on her too much. She had forgone a weapon this time - mostly because jumping around the place and impressing people with mock fights, went much easier without one.\nA chuckle left the dark haired girl as she walked towards the park across the street. She grabbed the ledge that was about a foot about her head, and dragged herself up effortlessly. She sat on the ledge - looking down at the con goers, amusement crossing her features. So many people this year, at least a good twenty thousand. The convention had bloomed well in three years. Since she had started attending - she had watched an influx of people.\nStarly was twenty, just barely reaching the age of twenty-one, that would be tomorrow. It was early spring and the air was warm, a soft crisp breeze brushed through her bangs. Well this would prove to be an interesting convention. She hoped she could get a good mockfight this time. One that actually challenged her."
},
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"value": "The hotel and area was filled with people, all coming together to celebrate their love of things anime, video game, television, and comic book alike. The minority of people were dressed in street clothes, a very small minority. The rest, cosplayers as they were known, dressed in costumes to represent their favorite characters, main or obscure, male or female, costumes and outfits ranging from dozens of different universes plotted the floor.\nSome were crappy, some cardboard boxes cut up and taped to look like armor. Some were of a very high quality, hiring actual make-up artists to make themselves look like a different species. One person in particular, to others, would seem like someone who really went all out today. This person had white robes, a cape draping over his left arm, accessories and very real looking weapons all around. It seemed like a perfect replica of whatever the man was trying to be. Probably because it wasn't a costume, this was the person.\nEzio Auditore da Firenze was an assassin, born in the fifteenth century in the city of Florence, Italy. Yet, somehow, he was here, on the convention floor, 2010. The man assumed it had something to do with a Piece of Eden, one powerful enough to do more than simply affect minds. Whatever the case, Ezio had been taken out of Italy and thrown into this new place.\nAs soon as he'd shown up he took to hiding, in crowds and along the walls, finding a good niche next to a pillar to observe the crowd and try to make sense of it. He could hear people as they walked by, talking about things he'd never heard of, using strange devices...It seemed to him like they were a bunch of freaks, though to all of the convention goers, he was one of them."
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"value": "The young woman remained on the wall that was part of the stone structure of the park at the convention. She stood up for a moment, and then let herself fall forward. Most people freaked out for a moment and screamed - but at the last moment she tucked and rolled - coming up on her feet and looking around like the cat that ate the canary. \"What? Did you think I would get hurt?\" She commented in a sugary voice to a Naruto cosplayer standing not to far away. The boy looked like he had wet himself a little.\n\"You wanna play a ninja? Learn a few tricks...\" She teased as she waggled a finger in his face, and then ran straight at the wall she had just jumped down from. She pushed up with her boots, a thick layer of sealant on them protected the designs, and the rough leather bottom produced a perfect grip. She scaled the wall rapidly again and then jumped down the fixture that was the waterfall attached to the otherside. She slid down a few of the rocks and then rolled to a stop, looking around. Who to pick on?\nWell she'd figure that out easily! She looked around a few moments and saw a cosplayer sticking to alcoves and shadows. Perfect, an assassins creed cosplayer. She dropped down quickly - remaining rather silent as she approached her boots didn't scuff the ground, and she remained low and to the shadows - her outfit being rather good for blending in. She came up behind the cosplayer and popped up, tapping him on the shoulder.\n\"You look a little outta place, most people don't go that all out on their Assassin's garb.\" She commented lightly."
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"value": "Confusion filled Ezio as he sat in the alcove, observing the crowd and catching what snippets of conversation he could. These people were all dressed so strangely, even compared to what he was used to. Even their conversation was weird, hearing mostly English. He'd learned some here and there from business contacts that his father had, and certain jobs in his own career as an assassin, not too much though, and these people were adding in strange words he'd never heard before on top of it. He decided to leave it up to the Piece of Eden, somehow able to let him understand.\nMainly he wanted to figure out where the hell he was. While the architecture slightly resembled it, he knew this wasn't in Italy. The people looked different, they had weird boxes with buttons they were carrying around, squares on the walls that had pictures playing like moving paintings... Certainly not Florence, Rome, or anywhere he knew of had these things.\nAs Ezio stared, suddenly a tap came on his shoulder. His left hand was ready to shoot out the hidden blade it carried as he turned to see who was here with him. Certainly someone that wouldn't be a threat to him wouldn't be able to get here without him noticing. A woman. Dressed like the others here, different though. Her clothing was very revealing, was she a courtesan? The ones of Italy didn't even wear such clothing, it seemed this girl barely had anything on. Not that it was a bad thing, she was rather attractive. Then she said assassin. Instantly he shifted from a flirty look to serious, now on his guard. If she knew who and what he was...that meant she was either an assassin herself, or a Templar.\n\"Why exactly would you think I am an assassin miss? You must be mistaken,\" he said in a deep Italian accent, glad whatever let him understand this strange English dialect also let him speak it"
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"value": "Starly's eyes lit up - this one was a good one. A good actor, and his reaction time was flawless. When his hand came up - hers came up for a block, almost instantaneously. Gold eyes danced with amusement - as her eyes took in his garments. They looked rather authentic, like they had been hand crafted. This was someone that definitely paid attention to his garbs. He spoke with a heavy italian accent. She arched a brow as she leaned back a little, arms crossing over her chest. \"Well your garbs are of Ezio, of Assassin's Creed. It's a video game.\" She said as she tilted her head to the side a little.\nSomething was of here, this seemed too authentic. Always a believer in the odd - a sort of idea came to her. Perhaps it was because of him - or perhaps it may actually have something to do with a Piece of Eden(as Ezio seemed to believe). \"Non siete di America. Siete?\" She said lightly - her accent was nearly fluent. But that was because her Grandfather and Grandmother were Italian by birth - and had come to the states. They had made sure she knew what she knew.\nSomething odd was going on - and the young woman couldn't quite place it. \"Mi spiace, sto cos rude. Il mio nome Starly Sanguidochi.\" She said lightly, knowing that some of the con goers were looking at her like she was insane. How ofter did someone speak Italian? At a convention. But perhaps it was part of a show? That's what people were whispering."
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"value": "Ezio was surprised, she was good. It only made him more suspicious that she was more than she seemed to be, perhaps really being an assassin or Templar rather than a courtesan, as her clothing would make her seem. He stared, though eyes widened as she spoke. She knew his name, but what were these other things? Assassin's Creed? Video game?\nThe confusion of knowing his name was shadowed when she spoke perfect Italian. \"America dove siamo adesso? Cosa sta succedendo?\" he asked, ignoring the English for now since she could understand. America... Where was that? Any other eyes that were on them were ignored as Ezio stared at her, seeming to demand answers with just the glance. Hopefully she would know to tread carefully, since he didn't exactly trust her right now, and the hidden blade beneath his sleeve was rather sharp."
},
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"value": "\"S. Siamo in America. Il nuovo continente. Ho la sensazione, pensate di essere da un altro luogo e tempo.\" She said lightly as she leaned back against the wall. Her arms crossed under her chest, a nice pair at that. A good handful - not to large and not to small. Firm but definitely perky. She couldn't wear a normal bra with this outfit, it had one built in - thanks to her friend. She looked around her and motioned for him to follow.\nWalking over towards the park now. Perhaps he would follow - knowing him - he would. She had a feeling that something odd was happening. This wasn't a cosplayer - there was something too authentic to this. \"Non siete in Italia. Non a Firenze, o a Roma. Siete in un luogo che sar creato un po' dopo il vostro tempo. Che cosa successo l'ultima che vi ricordate?\" She said as she looked back at him, her lips quirking a little.\nThe park was a good place, and there was a few alcoves that cosplayers tended to just go around. Mostly because that was smoking areas - which was what she was about to go do."
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"value": "The new continent? Different time? \"Naturalmente so da un luogo differente. Diverso tempo?\" he said, muttering the last in disbelief. This woman was crazy, though attractively crazy. Her outfit showed off her body, and Ezio took that as a sign to admire it. He smirked as his eyes gazed to her breasts when her arms crossed under them, sight moving south to take in her smooth legs, mostly revealed by the short skirt she wore. As she motioned he moved with her, dropping from the spot they were in with ease and moving with her through the crowds.\nEzio looked around as they walked, taking in the strange looking buildings. They did not seem to be made of clay and stone... More like metal and glass, and they seemed to reach to the sky. He looked to her when she spoke, taking her words with some shock. \"Dopo il mio tempo, siamo in futre? L'ultima cosa mi ricordo... La mia famiglia della villa in Monteggrioni, l'anno 1480 stato. Qualcosa accaduto e mi stato inviato qui,\" he said, hoping the woman could make some sense of this.\nPerhaps his Uncle found a Piece of Eden and hadn't told him? Then while experimenting sent Ezio forward in time? It didn't make sense, though he assumed whatever the real explanation was couldn't be any more logical. \"C' qualche tipo di evento? Ognuno vestito strano,\" he said, deciding to question why the people here were wearing such strange attire."
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"value": "Starly walked towards one of the alcoves, her hand braced on a ledge that was about as high up as her hips. SHe pushed off and pulled herself up - using the one arm. Rolling a little and then sitting with her legs tucked under her. It was one of the grassier alcoves - and a tree was up above. Perhaps she would climb it later, not now though. She pulled out her pack, and tapped it on the back of her hand. Pulling one out and lighting it up with a match. She took a long drag - and then exhaled. \"S. Qualcosa deve essere accaduto. E' l'anno 2010. Primavera stagione.\" She said lightly as she tapped her cigarette.\nShe stared ahead of herself contemplatively as she stretched out her legs, bracing one hand on her skirts for modesty sake. She exhaled again and then nibbled her lower lip. His next words were expected - actually, odd at that. \"Si tratta di un incontro. Come un festival. Ci riuniamo in determinati periodi dell'anno per celebrare le cose ci piace. Le cose che noi l'amore.\" She said softly as she tapped the cigarette again. She looked over at him - taking in the site of him. Yes he was authentic, which meant she was going to have to help him.\n\"Dovremo get you identificazione. Qui - alla convenzione - avete bisogno di avere un badge. Si dice lei appartiene alla convenzione, e che potete andare in tutte le camere.\" She stated as she shifted a little more, sitting back against the tree trunk and tucking one leg up, folding the other neatly to hide the under skirts and her underwear from site. He was a bit of a pervert - as the game had dictated, no reason to torment the poor lost man."
},
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"value": "Ezio watched her move, mostly waiting for an answer to his questions but also admiring her body once more, gazing up and down as she climbed above him. Still a few feet away, Ezio got a running start and leapt up to the ledge she sat on. He leaned against the tree and looked down to her, confused by what she pulled out and started to breath from. \"Che cosa stai usando?\" he asked, giving her something else to answer.\nHe stuttered some nonsense at what she said. 2010? It was really five hundred and thirty years later? If Ezio was to believe this, he would have to accept he was on another continent and half a millennium later than his own time. Insanity... Yet it all seemed too real to be a dream or some sort of joke.\n\"Siete riuniti in un festival per la ravvivatura stranamente? Non capisco. si assomigliano al Carnivale?\" Ezio asked, not really getting this weird event. His eyes looked down, hoping to catch a glance when her legs moved, unfortunately she seemed to have thought of it and adjusted accordingly. \"Come posso ottenere questo badge, per quale motivo avrei di restare qui? Vorrei per esplorare questo nuovo mondo, specialmente se le donne tutti indossare queste vesti,\" he said, smirking at the end."
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"value": "Starly looked over at him sideways and cocked her head to the side. Her lips quirking a little as she took another drag and let the exhale slowly leave her. He was so adorable with that question. Surely they had tobacco back then. She was sure of it - because the higher class people tended to smoke - quite a bit. \"Sigarette. Tabacco e di carta. Voi li fumo.\" She responded as she gave a faint yawn. She was in a way ignoring him - and in a way not. She knew he was suspicious of him, reading people was one of the many things she had been taught to do.\nShe looked at him, and noticed his confusion. Laughing softly as she rolled a shoulder back. Tossing her pigtail over her shoulder, and stretching her leg out now. \"S. Siamo riuniti e all'usura e costumi. Per sostenere le cose ci piace. Creazioni di letteratura - libri e animazioni.\" She responded as she laughed gently and cocked her head to the side. She laughed softly and tapped her cigarette again, pulling another from her pack and holding it out towards him.\nHis next question actually made her blush - as she scratched the back of her head. \"Qui, in America, abbiamo cose difficili per esplorare. Per essere onesti, senza identificazione, lei non sarebbe in grado di andare ovunque. Vostri trucchi e del commercio anche qualcosa che illegale qui. Come lo erano nel vostro tempo.\" She responded as she gained a thoughtful look. It was possible to get him identifications - to try and help him fit in. But who knew how long he'd be here, or if he'd actually remain? In all honesty.\n\"Come per il badge, ho amici in alti luoghi. Quando ho fatto qui, si pu andare e parlare loro.\" She stated lightly."
},
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"value": "Ezio had never seen tobacco, it was slightly after his time. Still he was confused, but decided to drop it. The thing wasn't important. What was important was how he was going to get this so called 'badge' and fit in with these people, and how he would get back. Even if he wanted to stay and explore, he still had a duty to complete back in Italy, to kill the Templars.\nSo... It wasn't exactly like Carnivale. The costumes seemed to be similar, but that was for fun, not to celebrate pieces of literature. A strange concept, but he accepted it. The other people did, clear as they walked past them dressed in all sorts of costumes. He gave a slight glare as she laughed, angry that she might be enjoying his confusion.\nThe glare disappeared as he saw the blush, a chuckle now coming from him as he saw the effects of his flirting, though her words seemed to show that she'd ignored it. \"Lavorando nell'ambito della legge non esattamente una preoccupazione di miniera, dovreste sapere se sapete tanto della mia racconti. Che cosa accadr dopo di noi ottenere questo badge? Io non ne sappiamo nulla della vostra letteratura, che cosa sarebbe io fare qui?\" he said. He couldn't exactly go to the event and have fun while celebrating things he knew nothing of, really wanting to either get back to his own time or at least have some fun outside of this place."
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"value": "\"Quando si riceve il badge, andremo in giro con le altre persone. Possiamo andare a eventi, dove discutere di cose che gli piace. Oppure possiamo anche solo rimanere in giro qui nel parco - ed eseguire per le persone. A volte si danno soldi per la gente se ne esegue abbastanza bene. Personalmente - Sono qui per uno sparring partner. Anche se devo ancora trovarne uno.\" She responded to him at his question. She ignored the fact that he was openly hitting on her - the blush staying on her cheeks as she flicked away the cigarette but and stood up. Legs rather closely together and back leaning against the tree.\nHer hand pressed to the top of her skirt - once again blocking him of any possible view. With that thought in mind she took two steps forward and jumped from the ledge. Holding out her hand in a questioning manner to him and smiling. She was ready to get going and get his badge. \"Come on.\" She responded lightly. She then turned and started to walk again, ducking through the crowd. She knew he would easily follow her. Out came her cellphone as she made a call.\nBefore they had even left the park, a short rather quite looking girl - dressed up like an elf ran up towards them. She handed Starly a badge, and Starly turned around to see if Ezio was behind her."
},
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"value": "Ezio nodded. The whole touring or discussing things didn't exactly appeal to him, though sparring and doing some free-running did, he rather enjoyed that aspect of his work. Of course, he supposed if he did stay, that meant more women here to try and meet. Something he'd noticed while observing was that there were many attractive females here, though dressed strangely. Like here. Another smirk formed as he noticed the blush stay, enjoying how he was getting to her.\nThe assassin followed when she jumped down, leaping after her and landing cleanly. He didn't like how much she was trying to hide herself, though that would change with time, he was sure. Ezio followed her through the crowd, rather easy to track with the long, long hair. \"What is that thing you talk into, I've seen many people here with them,\" he said, seeming that they'd gone back to English.\nHis eyes caught the girl moving to them before she got too close, and smirked once more as she approached them. She was rather cute as well. \"Thank you my dear,\" he said, giving a slight bow."
},
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"value": "The young woman blinked at him rapidly and rolled her eyes a little. \"I've gotta go, there's a short out in the game room.\" She stated as she turned and walked off. Starly turned back to Ezio and laughed - actually laughed. \"A bit of a hint about our time, some women don't like men - at all. Same as some men not liking women, at all. Sarah, doesn't like men - at all. Flirting with her does you no good.\" She said as she stepped up to him. Getting close enough that she could smell him. He must have bathed recently - he didn't smell horrible or sweaty. Just a little musky.\nShe leaned in closer to him, so her head brushed the top of his chin, as she pinned the badge to the edge of his cloak. Then she stepped back and looked around. \"We can go to a panel, or we can go back to the park. I'm hoping to find a sparring partner, that actually knows what they are doing.\" She commented as she looked around. She peeked her head around the hotel buildings corner - her body bending a little. Then there it was a flash, of smooth white flesh and a peeking of plain black cotton. She was not aware she had flashed him - but she was not aware he was watching her that closely either.\n\"Unless you are hungry, and I suppose I can cover some food for you.\" She commented."
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"value": "Ezio blinked a couple times and watched the woman leave, a bit surprised at exactly how much she'd shot down his flirts. \"Really, it's common here?\" he asked, looking to her. There had been some people back in his time that were like that, though it was hidden more. He smirked again as she got close to him, even if it was just to attach the badge onto his robes.\n\"I suppose you can lead the way milady, I do not know what this panel is, and I wouldn't know what to do otherwise,\" he said, standing behind her and looking down as she bent around the corner. Ezio's smirk returned and he let out a chuckle, seeing as how her body turned it revealed her undergarments.\n\"I certainly hunger for something,\" he said in his sultry, Italian tone, stepping a bit closer and placing a hand on her waist. The whole idea that 'revealing clothing doesn't mean she wants sex' didn't seem to hit Ezio. The only women who dressed as such in his time were the courtesans, and they were willing. \"Unless you are like your friend, and you aren't interested in being with a man.\""
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"value": "Starly laughed at his words - her eyes lighting up as she stretched a little. \"Yeah, it's pretty common. People are open about it too.\" She said as she looked around, and then started to walk around the edge of the building. She was unaware she had given him a nice bit of flashing. A hum leaving her lips - an old lullaby, one her grandparents had whispered to her to get her to sleep. Odd how the presence of a pervert, brought up such fond memories. Her head cocked to the side as she listened around her, trying to perceive anything of valure.\nThen he stepped forward, a hand landing on her waist, and a sultry voice in her ear. She whirled around, the fist was aimed in an upwards jab for his solar plexus - rage crossing her features as she glared daggers at him. \"Come hai osato! Io sono una donna - e vi treat me come tale!\" She barked at him, well anger seemed to flare certain roots in her. Her eyes blazed as she stared up at him. She shook her head and stepped back, pressing her palm to her forehead.\n\"Rule 1. Do not EVER assume that just because I'm nice to you, and just because I may be dressed differently then women you remember, do not EVER assume that I am an easy fuck.\""
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"value": "Ezio coughed as her fist landed in his stomach, he was able to move out of the way slightly, but it still connected and got him pretty good. He tried to catch his breath as she shouted at him in Italian. Even as he wheezed slightly and was reprimanded, he had to smirk.\n\"Ho potuto trattare lei come una donna, ma pare che non si vuole,\" he said in his flirty original language, smirking still as he recovered himself. \"I understand, though that means it is possible, true?\" he said with a slight chuckle. It seems he would continue to flirt, even while being yelled at about said flirting.\n\"In all seriousness some food would be nice. Perhaps afterward we could spar, if you wanted,\" he said, stepping around the corner and looking around the park and festival. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves, even if Ezio didn't understand. He noticed some people were looking to him and muttering to each other, to the women that would he gave a smirk and nod, causing a couple to giggle and some to roll their eyes and turn away."
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"value": "Starly's eyes flared with anger as she yanked away from him. Turning away and walking - she was ignoring his words now. As she walked down towards an opening - a door into a restaurant. He was lucky she had gotten paid - that way she could get him food he would at least be able to appreciate. \"We can get you food here.\" She stated as she jammed her clenched fists - downward. She looked at the line for the Italian Restaurant - and sighed inwardly to herself. She was just doing this - because otherwise he'd end up dead. His continuum didn't need that happening.\n\"As for a spar, we can do that later. Eat first, then I'll do my warm ups - and we can see about a spar.\" She stated as the young woman approached them. \"Two please.\" She said as she held up two fingers. The waitress nodded and lead them to a table. \"You should recognize food here. At least I hope so.\" She muttered as she sat down and picked up her menu."
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"value": "Ezio chuckled as he followed her, amused with her reactions. These were the fun ones, the ones you had to work to get at. Girls that fell at your feet were fun too, but it was a sort of thrill to him to work for it, slowly seduce them. \"Sounds good,\" he said as they walked in, scrunching his face a bit at the restaurant. \"They call this Italian,\" he muttered. Hanging up a flag and serving pasta apparently made you Italian now.\n\"That will be fun, just to practice. Usually when I am fighting, it is to take a life,\" he said to her quietly as they went to the table and sat. He took the menu and looked through it. Such a strange thing, like a book of food they had. \"Er, I suppose I will have the spaghetti. Do they have wine?\" he asked, looking over the menu to Starly."
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"value": "She snorted just a little and rolled her eyes. Crooking an eyebrow up as she watched his accents. \"This is a real one, and it has nothing to do with just serving pasta. This restaurant is owned by family friends. You shouldn't be so damn judgemental. You're getting a free meal.\" She stated as she watched the people walking by. She looked over the menu, and made her order. Stopping then she stared at him.\n\"Well without identification - you aren't allowed to get wine. Here they have a law that anyone under the age of 21 is not allowed to drink.\" She stated as she muttered their order to the man that had come over. The man nodded lightly and vanished. \"What kind of sparring are we talking about doing, just a heads up. I need to figure out exactly what kind of level of sparring we will be doing.\""
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"value": "Ezio scoffed quietly and closed his menu, setting it on the table. Well, he had been suddenly taken from his home and thrust into a different place, centuries ahead of when he lived. The assassin supposed he had a bit of a right to be slightly judgmental, angry even. He decided against it, not wanting to piss off the person who was helping him. At least, not too much.\nHe followed her example, telling their waiter he would like water, tone clear that he wanted something different. \"Don't I look over twenty-one? Hell, I had wine when I was well under that age,\" he muttered, not liking the rules this place seemed to have. His gaze moved to her once she questioned him about the spar. \"Well, I'd hope it is just a casual spar. I don't really feel like hurting you and I would hope you feel the same about me.\""
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"value": "\"Well that's still the way it is in Italy, back there. But here - this is America. The new Continent - and here you have to have identification.\" She said as she pulled out her wallet and showed him the card that was within it. \"We also only pay with coins if the item is worth very little, the rest of our products and possessions are bought with this or this.\" She said as she motioned to the cash and the credit card within her wallet. \"Though I try to avoid using the card...\" She muttered faintly as she looked around.\nThe Waiter returned, and bowed lightly. Holding a bottle on his arm \"A compliment from the chef. He says he can recognize one of his own - when he sees one, and says the meal is on the house.\" He said lightly as he uncorked the bottle and poured a little into each of their glassed. He set down the basket of fresh bread that was brought to him,a nd set the wine down in a bucket of ice on the table. \"Enjoy your evening, madame and Sir.\"\nWell damn."
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"value": "On the peak of mount Olympus, realm of the greek pantheon, a world fitting for the gods who lives there can be found. It is a palace of inhuman proportion, lavished with the finest materials that would impress even the wealthiest king of the world below. Each section is devoted to a certain god, Hephaestus in his forge, Zeus in his throne and Ares in his chamber. Ares however, is no more. The new God of war, Kratos, has emerged as a powerful force in his own right. Some of the other gods worry about the newcomer. Afraid he will one day become too wild. It was Aphrodite who suggested that they appease him by offering the one thing no man would refuse, mortal or immortal. Tight pussies.\nIt was a trick within a trick really, the love goddess merely wants a ride on the Ghost of Sparta's huge cock, but even she knows that one woman can never be enough. She fucked him, for days and days, untill even her goddess endurance failed her. Devising a new ploy, the love goddess decided to bless the god of war with her powers of love. As she sucked on his thick rod, Aphrodite imbued him with the power to captivate any woman completely with his cock. Hephaestus, eager to keep the Spartan away from his wife, decided to present his two most loyal servants, the Alexandra sisters.\nAnd so the two awaited their master, lying down on a large bed where Kratos conquered the love goddess herself. The two were very eager for action, each one dying for a taste of a god's cock. \"What off your husband, sister?\" Cassandra asked, lying on her sides. \"What off him? I only want a god's cock\" The older sister replied, licking her lips."
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"value": "Only a month has passed since Kratos became the new God of War after having killed Ares and after that he could feel that the Gods were wary of him becoming an immortal when Athena granted him the power of the gods and he took over the throne that Ares once sat in and he knew Aphrodite had been waiting for him for a long time and so he went to her. And he did just that as he went to her throne room and fucked her endlessly day in and day out although there would be breaks inbetween but they didn't last that long and when Kratos had finally fucked the endurance out of Aphrodite she was beginning to bore him and he could tell that she knew. She could've been upset with him for that fact but since she could no longer keep up with him she seemed to be satisfied and knew it was time to move on and go back to her husband Hephaestus. Although in return to make sure Kratos stayed clear away from Aphrodite from now on if she were to get back the endurance to keep up and crave a better man such as Kratos himself Hephaestus gave him two girls that had been his servants for ages and two girls were always better then one Hephaestus knowing Kratos wouldn't be able to resist and once the deal was done Kratos never saw Aphrodite again.\nAs the servants waited in Kratos's throne room that was once Aphrodite's the portal on the right side of the wall of the room flickered and then Kratos came on through it as he arrived back on Mount Olympus after having had been on a journey that involved him visiting his deceased wife and childs graves. Seeing his two servants lying there on the bed Kratos dropped both his blades of chaos on the floor and kicked off his sandals before removing his loin cloth from around his waste as he now stood totally naked. Walking over to the bed he climbed up on it and laid down inbetween both Cassandra and Sophitia wrapping each arm around both of their shoulders."
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"value": "The two girls were visibly arroused by his naked form, each one stripping down to their naked selves. Sophitia is more busty, her hair decorated with a garland of daphne leaves. She's been married for too long to a husband with average endowments, and the sight of the god's erect penis is enough to soak her pussy. \"So huge...\" She mused, grasping the god's cock with her slender fingers, loving the fact that she can't completely wrap around it.\nCassandra, the younger sister, has traveled the world and tried many cocks, white, black, reptilian and many more, but never a god's. Her lythe body is curved just right, and while her breast isn't as big as her sister's, it is very shapely. \"Let us take care of you, my lord..\" She added, fondling Kratos' balls.\nThe sisters bent over and went to work, each tongue dancing around over his hard cock. Sophitia took his cockhead in her mouth first, sucking with all the experience of a married woman and enthusiasm of a whore. Wet slurping noises filled the room as she bobbed her head up and down, moaning deeply. Cassandra opened her mouth wide and went for his balls, licking them gently, teasing abit then giving him her best effort."
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"value": "As Kratos laid there and relaxed on the bed with his head on the pillows that were quite big and fluff it gave him great support for his head and allowed him to look down between the two girls and watch what they were doing. Although as soon as he felt Sophitia wrap her hand around his 12inch long and 4inch wide cock and place her mouth around the head of his cock and start sucking on him Kratos closed his eyes and let out a soft and low but pleaseful grunt as his head tilted back some. \"Lets see if you two can make me forget about the guilt of having killed my own wife and child. That will be your goal. If you can then maybe I just wont decide to try and bring down Mount Olympus and kill my father.\" Kratos said as he opened his eyes and looked down between them as he placed each of his hands on both of their rears watching Cassandra have her way with his balls while Sophitia did her best to suck him deep into her mouth. With both of his hands he'd slide them between each of their legs as he then started rubbing their already wet pussy's entrance with three of his fingers before he decided to penetrate their depths with his hands big bulky fingers. \"Think you two can accomplish that?\""
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"value": "This could go as quick and as painless as possible, however she wasn't even quite sure if she should use the ammunition. She could just so easily let this scene play out as it soon would if she didn't take the three shots needed, breathing out softly as the first shot was taken. 'Fire one, down.' There went the, what she assumed anyway, was the husband of the lovely family, shaking her head lightly as she heard the noise of the ones behind her. She knew that they had to be careful out here, as not to trigger anything unnecessary coming their way, although they knew it was rather serene out here. They couldn't stay here for too long however, though the female took another faint inhale and breathed out again, second walker hitting the ground in a sputtering mess.\nThen came the last of the family trio, the one who seemed to be running, or whatever the hell you considered running in their case, the fastest. She was the 'youngest', mentally judging her at being at least fourteen before the outbreak wrecked her and her family. \" Fire three, down. \" Well, she certainly wouldn't be going to her prom, or make it to her sweet sixteen, scrunching her nose faintly as the shot connected, blowing out a portion of her brain from the front. Whistling softly to herself as she released the gun and leaned back on her hands, the female looked over her shoulder as two gentlemen from their group so promptly moved down the ladder of the barn. Obviously, the one making his getaway from the zombies wasn't infected, as she noticed by the evident fear across his face when looking through a pair of make shift binoculars.\n\" Another survivor. \" They hadn't seen one in quite some time, so obviously the idea was to see another and see what he had to offer. If he made them weaker as a group, well there would be things to solve that problem. Glancing off to her left as she noticed Anna sitting promptly on a bit of hay, the two women knew what could quite possibly happen in this situation, though they had already gone over what to do if something happened outside of this barn. You had to plan for every situation when you lived in an apocolypse, no matter how safe you prayed somewhere was. Honey colored eyes staring down and out the window, she noticed the man who had been keeping his life from the infected had slowed his pace a bit, fingers shifting up through her loose curls of blonde hair. \" We'll see how this one goes then, shall we? \"\nBlack boots hitting the wooded floors, both woman stood ready at the top of the barn with their guns, just in case something a bit, out of place happened. The years had gone by tremendously since the first outbreak of the infection, but it wasn't particularly for the better. The cities had been hit the hardest, after all their populations were the largest as opposed to the country side, although once it did reach the country, the animals were the first to show issues. Dying cattle, dying animals, and the crows pecking at their bodies, spreading the disease even faster. It had already been established to her that whoever had screwed this up, fucked up big time."
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"value": "Fucking shit. Fucking shit. Fucking shit. Fucking shit.\nThis was ridiculous. One minute he was looking down to grab his cell phone and the next minute out jetted a wild deer. He didnt know if it were rabid and infectious, running from possible zombies, or just trying to find a drink of water. Either way he didnt give a damn what its objective was, he was just wondering why the hell it had to stand right in front of his car at that exact moment. Why the fuck didnt it keep going? Was it gods payback for ruining his perfect little race? He read in a magazine once that when a deer ran out into the middle of the street that you were suppose to just ram it and you wouldnt end up spinning out and hitting a tree. However, the good doctor couldnt help but swerve. He didnt give a shit about deer and didnt care for the beauty of them. So why didnt he hit the little bastard? He was driving a very expensive piece of utility. It was as simple as that. It was his love for money and expensive cars that landed him in the situation he was in just then.\nSwerving frantically from left to right he tried to gain control over his Benz. However, his attempts were futile as just as he got the thing going straight again he flew off the side of the highway and down a steep hill flying straight into a tree. Good thing he had his seatbelt on. Well thats if he didnt get injured. Once the front of the car slammed into the large trunk of an oak tree, the air bag popped out keeping his face from slamming into the steering wheel. Well, at least one thing went right in his life for once. Groaning softly, the brunette weaseled himself from the wrecked vehicle. His body felt weak, his head a little light. However, the world was falling into an apocalypse and he wasnt about to be eaten alive by the flesh eating bio-weapons he had created. As he tried to pull himself together he could have sworn hed heard a sound deeper into the woods Well, he wasnt sure but he wasnt sticking around to confirm whether it was merely him hallucinating or his time on earth coming to an end.\nHe moved quicker despite his body wanting to just give out gathering a case from the back seats. Slowly but surely he made his way up the hill his car just had to fall down. Once hed made it back onto the roadhe started on his way. On his travel, hed run across a pit stop, and to his luck it look deserted. Looks could always be deceiving but he didnt give a damn at the sight of a white van sitting in the lot of the gas station waiting ever so patiently for him. Maybe there was a god, and he wanted him to succeed in fixing what hed inevitably fucked up. He was quick and silent with his movements as he made his way over to the piece of shit rotting van that was to be his transportation. No matter how much it pained him to think of riding in such an embarrassment he had to get over it. This was a matter of life and death. He hadnt the time to waste on finding a better ride. It wasnt as if zombie chicks gave a shit what he drove in anyhow either way theyd be pushing at each other to get a taste of him.\nNot to the brunettes surprise there werent any keys in the van. With a smile he hopped in anyway. Having a shady past had its perks, and right now it was showing a quite convenient one. Working his magic, Nathaniel managed to hotwire the car. Once it started up he was pulling out of the lot so fast he thought he might give his own self whiplash. At the speed he was driving it took him less time than he thought to reach his destination. Even in the worlds darkest hour, rural areas still looked beautiful. Driving up to a large house on a larger farm he parked at the front door. There was a huge barn pretty far from the house he figured he check out once he was done rummaging through the house. The ride into the city was going to be an excruciatingly long on and he needed some supplies. Probably should have raided the gas station but, hed gotten to ADHD about it the car pulling away a large majority of his concentration. Pulling forth a small black pistol from the case he held so close youd think his heart were in it, he started on his way into the house.\nEverything happened so fast. One moment he was checking the kitchen cabinets, case and first-aids in hand and the next he was screaming like a little bitch. The little combat training he had under his belt done him no good under the extreme paranoia he was in as he searched the home for what he deemed as valuable. The gun he had, evidently he couldnt aim it correctly as he was holding too much. So what did he do? He ran so fast, one could have sworn he was the flash. If he could make it to the car If he could make it to the car If he could make it to the car he was going to jet straight by it because the angry zombie family behind him was gaining on his ass. All he needed was some distance and hed drop everything and start picking them off. All he needed was a good distance so he could drop to the floor and start wasting ammunition. Sparkling emerald eyes caught sight of the barn and that would be his place for space-- that is if he didnt trip first, sprain his ankle and get eaten alive. Yup God hated him and was punishing him for the plague hed bestowed upon the world. Im gunna fucking trip. He told himself as one of the first aids lodged itself from his arms and dropped onto the grassy field below. It was then that his right hand was free, the hand he had like no fucking aim with, the one that oddly enough he had the gun in. Im gunna die anyway he murmured as he looked back and let off a couple of shots at the family of four hoping hed kill at least one. One of the zombies, the man of the house probably suddenly dropped. Now, he knew damn well he hadn't shot the guy-- turning his attention back to the barn he was drawing closer to he noticed he could see movement inside. Ah, a guardian angel perhaps. He continued to run, not looking back until he heard the last body drop. With a heavy sigh, the doctor dropped to his knees trying to catch his breath.\n\"Well...no more checking into random houses without a bag...\" the male thought to himself. Once he'd caught his breath and his legs didn't feel so much like noodles he stood to his feet and turned to face the barn. Quickly, he made his way into their clever little hiding spot. Two women, and two men. Hmmm.. Those were quite surprising numbers seeing where they were and all. He doubted however, their numbers would stay the same once they reached a city. That is....if they wanted to travel along side him.\n\"Well... well I certainly wasn't expecting such a lovely welcoming party my first day here on the country side.\" he said with a smile. \"Thanks for saving my life. My name is Alexander Rhodes. I'm going into the next city, would you like a ride?\" Was it necessary to lie about his name? Perhaps. Their hometown could have been the stupidest place in America, but it didn't stop the fact that perhaps they could recognize his real name and know who he was and shoot him on sight. The doctor preferred to travel by himself, but whoever that sharpshooter was he thought they would be a lovely back up."
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"value": "Alright, so those zombies were done with. Let's see what this man had to offer, hm? The two women remaining where they were at the top of the barn, the 'sharp shooter' so to speak raising a brow just slightly as her gun remained aimed toward his head until it was clear that there was no sign of infection on this male. From what she could see and hear, he was the goofy sort. How the hell had he survived? Then again, how had any of them made it out? None of them were exactly from this town, she herself being from California, San Diego to be exact, judging by the lovely sunkissed skin she had managed to keep despite the current predicament the world was in. Why she had decided to make her trip toward the inner part of the United States, she didn't know. She just knew she had to get out of California. Lowering her gun as he stated his thanks and his name, the two men spoke first, the man in the over alls being Jack, a farmer from a few towns over, and Daniel, the husband of Anna, who waved lightly with her fingers from up above, \" And that one up there is- \"\n\" Delilah. Delilah Santiago. Call me Lilah. . Lily if you're screaming. \" The female could speak for herself, thank you. \" And you're welcome. \" She added, being the one who had 'saved his life' so to speak, dark green eyes flickering between the three men before moving easily down the staircase set ladder. At first glance, and this had been pointed out the other day when she and Anna were doing something, her eyes were at their dark green stage, though often there was a ring of honey gold that circled around the iris of her eyes. Just something she herself had gotten used to. But wait a minute. He was going to the next city? \" Isn't the next city like. . Las Vegas or something? \" She asked, glancing between them as she looked back over her shoulder, Anna having come down the ladder as well. Leaning forward and standing on the balls of her feet, despite being in a pair of boots, it was a natural habit for the female before finally crossing her legs, unfortunately exposed due to the ripped denim material of her shorts.\nFortunately, she was rarely ever that close to one of the infected to have this be a problem; Yet. He was going to Vegas. By himsef. A crowded city. With no one but himself and whatever the hell he had in that suitcase. \" Tha' sounds like a deathtrap. \" Jack stated, shaking his head as he raised his trucker cap and ran his hand through his dark brown hair. \" Sitting in here is a death trap. \" Lilah responded, looking over to the man before there was a silent agreement that going into the next city was a high risk, but it was a get in and get out situation. They were running low to zero on supplies, and staying out here in the farm area? Not anything any better. They had to keep moving or just die of starvation. \" I- I think we should go. \" Anna spoke up, looking between the three others she was used to being around, Lilah nodding her head softly before turning her eyes to mister Alexander Rhodes, \" We're in. \""
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"value": "What a friendly bunch of people. They would make for a nice bait if they proved to be not-so-nice. \"Yes... the next city is Vegas and quite the trap o'death.\" he said with a shrug of his shoulders. In the name of science, and the severity of his mission being completed it didn't matter how dangerous Vegas would be. He had to get there, and survive there. For if he died all his research would be lost and the world damned. Perhaps he was giving himself too much credit. Then again since he prided himself in his gift of memory and tended not to write much of anything down perhaps saying mankind depended on him wasn't too conceited after all. There was an underground facility in Vegas that would serve as some nice protection as well as a good base for where he would conduct his experiments. \"But... I have knowledge of a place where we can hold out. That is, if you all survive the trip to this safe haven I speak of.\" his voice still remained that of a joking manner as he talked, bright emerald eyes gleamed with a seriousness that contradicted the tone of his voice. Nathaniel took his gun and turned the safety on before slipping it into the back his black slacks for safe keeping until he got to the car. The mild zombie invasion seemed to be over for now and he figured he didn't need the damn thing. Besides, the sharpshooter of the pack would protect them better than he.\n\"This place will be hell so I am going to say this now.\" with a deep breath he brushed back stray honey brown highlights looking over his newly found troupe. \"Whatever you did to survive this so far won't get you through in Vegas. You need to double...no, triple your efforts on being safe there. Whatever you see, hear, or even smell that's weird I want to know. There isn't a detail I want to go unnoticed.\" It was probably clear to them now that Nathaniel didn't survive as long as he had by just pure luck. He was a man of detail. No matter where he went he would meticulously break down his surroundings until their was nothing else unnoticed by him. Today however, things were a little thrown off thanks to nature. \"Now let's go... I'd like to be in Vegas by morning. Not that the infected care for whether it is day or night... It is just imperative that we get an early start, the days seemed to have gotten shorter.\" His final words might have seemed a little off to the others but, if they were working as vigorously as he was, they would notice that when you were constantly busy time seemed to just fly.\nHe wanted to drop a comment about the woman's clothing but decided against it. He was certain she knew how one got infected, and would be wasting his breath. Turning away from the group of people, he peered outside of the barn. The infected family were still lying there. Of course...where else would they be? He just couldn't help but mentally state much. It was his brain's way of recuperating from its trauma. Slowly he began to leave the barn making his way over to the little girl. He crouched down by her head watching as the blood trickled through her cracked skull and onto the soil below. He sighed as he placed the case down onto the ground. Opening it he removed a pair of tweasers. She seemed to be the fastest and most determined to eat him alive. He wondered if there was a chemical present in younger candidates that made them more dangerous than that of the elder ones. He pulled free a piece of her brain and slipped it into a small plastic bag. It was then that he swabbed some blood with rather large cotton swab. He then placed that into a plastic bag as well.\nClosing the case he stood to his feet. Before taking another step he looked around, and then continued on his way toward the white van, assuming the others were following him."
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"value": "To say the very least, this man was odd just by taking a few short looks at him, and of course she wasn't going to put all of her trust into this man. There was no telling what he did before the world came crashing down, just like the lot of them weren't exactly the people they were now. Delilah wasn't a sharp shooter, and hadn't had a job involving guns what so ever. She had been a student who had just graduated college a few months before the end, moving out to California for the beautiful water and the time she wanted to spend away from her family and college. Not to mention the enormous amount of surfing she had gotten herself into, breathing in softly as her mind momentarily thought back over the smell and feel of the beach. Her eyes venturing back to the man in front of them however, when he mentioned there being a place that they quite possibly could hold out. She absolutely hated how he said possibly, as though risking their lives to get through Vegas wasn't big enough, but then their MIGHT be a safe place. Fuck maybe.\nThen again, what more did they have to live on besides maybe's? Arms folding over her chest lightly as he stated that they would need to keep their guard up a bit more, despite the fact that his goofy ass had just been shooting and aiming at the zombies running BEHIND him, wasting HIS ammunition when he could barely shoot. Oh, oh ok. Cool. Lilah's eyes wandering back to this Alexander Rhodes man as he stated his goal was to get to Vegas at some time in the morning, it was still surprising to her to hear that other people were still managing to keep time. She herself was too, for the sake of it not going completely by the wayside, despite time easily being able to get lost or to seem as though it were forever. The time only seemed like it went on forever when you were in a situation like they were, or when you were in an 'I'm about to die' point of life. Of course they were going to be on their P's and Q's so to speak, each of them cautiously glancing out of the barn as their few things were gathered and moved, arm folding over her head as the sun beamed down on them.\nMomentarily looking down at the man as he began taking his samples from the little girl's dead body, her brow raised just slightly in the fact that he was taking samples. Again, it wasn't odd for people to keep what they did in their past lives out, although this was just one thing that irked her about this man, ignoring it as they made their way to the van that none of them had taken the risk in trying to work. Quite frankly, none of them had known how to hijack a car, and none of them had been there longer than a few days, and even though walking on foot was tedious, it got the work done."
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"value": "Slowly, darkness became light, sight gradually returning to Yuna. The ex-summoner, champion who'd defeated Sin and saved the world blinked away the darkness, her mismatched eyes attempting to adjust to the new light. She could barely see, and what she could see, she didn't recognize. She didn't even remember how she'd gotten here; one moment, she'd been with the others, the next, she was here. Yuna felt somewhat light headed, more than a little dazed, and found that no amount of shaking her head was helping immediately. Most likely she'd been drugged or spelled to get here, wherever here was.\nLooking down, Yuna saw that she was still in her usualgunner outfit, with seemingly no changes. However, as she attempted to move, Yuna noticed two things: first, that she was held down, paralyzed by something and she hadn't quite figured out what yet; second, that all her spells had been removed, as well as her weapons. The girl was essentially bound, helpless, and laying somewhere she didn't recognize.\n\"This isn't good,\" she muttered. Yuna thrashed, attempting to get free, only to find that whatever it was that held her, and she still hadn't quite figured out whether it was spell, beast, or simple rope, wasn't giving her room to move just yet. The girl let out a moan of frustration, before sinking back into the chair.\n\"Paine!? Rikku!? Anybody!? Help!?\" she tried calling, hoping that someone, hopefully one of her friends, heard her call and came to her rescue. Because for now, all the ex-summoner, hero of the world, etc. could manage was some weak struggling and a good yell, hardly enough to stage an escape."
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"value": "Standing just behind the girl struggling to escape, Rikku had been waiting for the female to wake up. Pulling off the sleeves and scarf and slipping down her mini-skirt, Rikku stood once more in her new dress-spheres costume. The rest had been a part of her ploy to make things seem as 'normal' as possible to anyone that may have seen her, though with all the male crew out on shore leave and Paine hiding herself away as usual, it would have been unlikely for her to have done so but it was always better to be safe then sorry. Standing there in just a yellow bikini top and bottom, Rikku waited a little longer before she would have her fun with the bound female.\nLet the girl struggleRikku thought to herself.You know that hearing her scream and trying to wiggle her way to safety is only making this sweeter for you.Even Rikku was having trouble ignoring the voice in her head now, it sounded as if it was speaking to her soul. Plus it was true, Rikku could feel herself becoming excited from watching Yuna, her soaked bikini bottoms were evident of that.\nAll the trouble had started when she had found that dress-sphere. Rikku should have waited for Yuna and Paine to get back so they could investigate it together but she had been so excited she had tried it immediately. Now, Rikku was not regretting the decision, in fact every part of her body was screaming for more, to take it further. Grinning to herself, Rikku watched the back of Yuna's head, her whole body dying to take advantage of her now.Why take advantage now when you can wait and savour something much more fun....?Rikku's inner sexual libido told her.\nBy the time Rikku decided to do anything, her body was full of lust and want for the saviour of Spira. Her bikini bottoms were soaked through from her lust and stretched tight from the extra addition this dress-sphere had given her. Male genitalia, as well as her female, were now positioned on the groin of her body, both reacting positively to the thought of Rikku had planned. Placing a hand on Yuna's shoulder, Rikku whispered quietly to her, her lips brushing slightly against the other females ear. \"Yuna, it's me Rikku. I'm here to help...\" A smile crossed the female's lips as she thought of the 'help' she planned to give the girl. \"Just stay still and I'll do what I can...\"\nWalking round to the front of the bound chair, her hips swaying from side to side in the way only a female trying to entice another person knew how, Rikku stood in front of Yuna, drinking in the sight of the bound female. \"You know Yuna... Secretly, I think I've always wanted to see you like this,\" Rikku told her, jumping up and down on the spot slightly, her usual personality traits slipping through the undying lust. \"Maybe we could help each other out? 'Kay?!\" Smirking to the girl, Rikku slipped onto Yuna's lap straddling her body with her legs as she looked deep into Yuna's eyes. \"I have a bit of a problem you see? And your the perfect person to help!\" Rikku glanced down at the erect member pushing out of her bikini now, some of the shaft and head visible above the material. With a grin, Rikku took Yuna's face in her hands before giving her the most passionate kiss of her life.\nThe kiss was long, deep and full of Rikku's lust for Yuna at that point in time. Rikku held Yuna's face still so that the female could not move during Rikku's show of affection. As she pulled back, Rikku licked her lips seductively, tasting Yuna's lips again. \"So you'll help me right Yuna?!\""
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"value": "A hand touched Yuna's shoulder, and the girl nearly jumped in surprise. Of course, the bindings held her down, preventing more than a jerk from the ex-summoner. Just as panic was starting to set in, a familiar voice echoed in Yuna's ear, making her sigh with relief.\n\"oh, Rikku! You don't know how relieved I am to see you! I have no idea what's going on. One moment, I was alone in the ship, the next, i woke up here, tied like this,\" Yuna prattled in her own usual way, not realizing at first what her friend was doing. She had just tugged at the bondings, trying to indicate what Rikku should start at first, when she remembered what Rikku had told her. Just stay still, Yuna, and Rikku would do what she could. easy enough. Yuna forced herself to stay motionless, though her eyes followed her friend as Rikku moved about the room. Strange, but there was something... hypnotic about the way Rikku moved now. Sensual. Like, like she was trying to seduce someone. For a brief moment, Yuna wondered if there was someone else in the room, perhaps a guard that Rikku was trying to entice. It would be a bit weird for her friend to use her body, but if that's what it took, the Gullwings would naturally do it.\n\"You did?\" repeated Yuna, blinking. she tried a smile, still hoping for the best. The expression shook, and the unease in those eyes spoke volumes more than the forced expression. \"I suppose I am always getting into trouble, and it's got to be--- uh, Rikku, what are you doing?\"\nThe other girl had slipped onto Yuna's lap now. Spirals of green stared directly into Yuna's own mismatched orbs, and it was then that the ex-summoner got her first hint that something might not be normal. Perfect person to help. A little problem. Yuna's eyes went down, following Rikku's gaze. The moment they saw what lay between the legs, they widened, fear and shock showing in her expression.\n\"Rikku, there's somethin--\" was all Yuna got before her lips were seized. The savior of Spira squealed into the kiss, feeling her lips forced apart, almost driven by Rikku's desire. Lust poured into that, almost flowing unwanted into Yuna's body. The ex-summoner had jerked at first, until she'd realized that resistance was futile. While she didn't start to kiss back, Yuna also didn't force Rikku from her mouth.\nThankfully, it ended, and Yuna stared wide-eyed at her friend. \"Rikku, there's something wrong with you. A spell or a malfunction or something. Let me help you. Let's get the others, and they can fix it. Someone will know what to do. You don't want to do this.\"\nYuna struggled against her bonds, getting no where fast. Trapped, with a hermaphrodite who clearly wanted her. No wonder why panic had started to sink in."
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"value": "The expression on Yuna's face nearly drove Rikku over the edge. Kissing Yuna had been bad enough and it was only because Rikku felt so turned on that she had to pull back, to stop herself from getting excited too quickly, it seemed Rikku's sensitivity had sky-rocketed as well as her libido. Something Rikku seemed quite pleased with.What other fun things has this dress-sphere got in store for me?Rikku thought to herself as she listened to Yuna try to talk to her.\n\"Of course there is something wrong, silly.\" Rikku laughed lightly, placing her hands onto Yuna's shoulders now. Flexing her fingers slightly, Rikku could feel Yuna's soft, warm skin beneath that of her hands and even that was beginning to turn her on more. \"What's wrong is that I have this between my legs and you haven't done anything to help me get it down yet...\" Smiling, Rikku leant forward placing soft delicate kisses onto Yuna's neck. \"But then again, I guessed you wouldn't say yes so I'm just glad I managed to get you down here!\"\nAs Rikku kissed Yuna's neckline, she drew each kiss ever higher towards Yuna's ear, her hands slowly drifting down Yuna's body to rest upon the small globes of her friend's breasts. \"Yes, it was a good idea to get you down here,\" Rikku informed the female biting on her earlobe gently as Yuna struggled with her bonds.\nGently, teasingly, Rikku began to play with Yuna's chest through the material of her gunner outfit. \"You always seem to dress so provocatively when we are out, I guess this is what you have always wanted right?\" Rikku asked, adjusting herself on Yuna's lap. Suddenly a little whimper left Rikku's mouth, followed by a very soft moan. \"Please keep resisting the bonds...\" Rikku asked, blushing slightly at what she was telling Yuna. \"I tied them myself so you won't escape... Plus all your fidgeting is rubbing my 'problem' between your body and my own...\" Rikku moaned gently again, a sly grin across her face as she looked Yuna in the eyes again. \"It's quite pleasurable...\""
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"value": "Whatever it was that held her friend now didn't matter; what mattered was that this wasn't Rikku. Rikku would never do things like this, act like this. Something drove her, and it sounded as though that something was a dress sphere. Yuna desperately tried to think of a plan, a means of escape, anything to work this out. But they were alone, something that Rikku seemed to have planned and liked just well.\nHands on Yuna's shoulders, feeling almost hot, certainly too personal. Yuna tried to jerk from that touch, resisting even now to give in to the demands of the sphere. A shudder shook her as kisses rained upon her neck, traveling gradually upright, until she felt nibbles along her ear. Yuna had to gasp at that, shaking, trying to jerk away.\nThat wasn't all, apparently. Hands had descended upon Yuna's breasts now, finding those orbs through the material of her outfit. Again, Yuna thrashed, trying to jerk away from her tormentor and somehow resist these unwanted affections. Again, it prove fruitless, even having an opposite effect. Those hands still played with Yuna's chest, obviously seeking out tender spots among the ex-summoner's anatomy. Worse, the girl could feel her body's natural reactions kicking in, chemicals and hormones knowing a pleasurable touch when they felt one.\n\"Rikku, please,\" Yuna tried again. That problem was rubbing against her now, and Yuna tried to bow her body, to move away from it and stop it from rubbing against her. \"This isn't you. It's the sphere. Take it off and we can discuss this, deal with it. You don't want this.\"\nIt felt repetitive, but for now, it was all Yuna could manage. She couldn't move, not well enough to resist, and she couldn't use any of her abilities. All that remained was her words, and she planned to use those as long as she could."
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"value": "Rikku giggled at Yuna's attempts to thwart her and this wonderful new dress-sphere she had been blessed with. Bringing her hands up Yuna's body again, Rikku rested her arms on the restrained females shoulders, her head leaning forward to stare directly into Yuna's compellingly mis-matched eyes. \"Oh Yunie... I don't ever want to take the dress-sphere off, it's too much fun!\" Rikku giggled again, bringing her hands to undo the material around Yuna's neck.\nSmiling warmly to the girl in front of her, Rikku jumped of the female's lap now. Bending over, making sure her ass was facing Yuna as she did so, Rikku picked up one of her knives, smiling a little sadistically at the other female. \"Now I think you should stop fidgeting for a bit Yunie... Otherwise this might slip and hurt you...'Kay?\" Walking over, Rikku pulled the material of Yuna's outfit taut, dragging the knife up to cut it from top to bottom. Pulling the material away from Yuna's body, Rikku threw it across the room, feeling sightly offended by the outfit that was separating her from her Yunie's body. Looking down at the half skirt and belt, Rikku ruthlessly did the same to them, though making sure to keep the skirt in her hands this time, a wicked grin crossing her face.\nBeginning to roll up the material, Rikku walked round the back of the chair her friend was tied too. \"We are going to have so much fun Yunie! Just you and me down here. Plus we can be as loud as we want down here...\" Rikku giggled a little. Getting behind the female, Rikku placed the material of the half skirt against Yuna's eyes, tying it behind her head so the saviour of their world could no longer see what was happening. \"Now when you start being a good girl again, I may take this off,\" Rikku explained as she let a hand rest on Yuna's shoulder, teasingly, Rikku began to let her fingers gently trace down the ex-summoners body, cupping her hand over a globe on Yuna's chest. Excitedly, Rikku began to bite and lick upon Yuna's neck.\nAs her hand played with Yuna's breast, cupping, squeezing, her fingers tracing gently over the warm, soft skin, occasionally letting them brush against the female's nipple, Rikku giggled softly into Yuna's ear, her breath blowing warm against her skin as she teased her."
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"value": "So much for trying to convince Rikku to stop by normal means. Yuna felt like crying out in frustration, or just playing crying. Instead, she tried to focus on the matter at hand, to do something in way of resistance. Unfortunately, Yuna couldn't see any immediate way of actually resisting, so the girl was left with gulping and watching.\nThe ass almost caught Yuna's attention, but the girl found herself focusing more at what Rikku was doing. Knives came out, and Yuna's eyes widened once more. Her breath caught and she tensed as the blade got dangerously close. Material pulled away, then sliced off by the knife. All thoughts of resistance left, to be replaced by thoughts of sheer survival.\n\"Rikku,\" murmured Yuna, but her voice didn't have nearly the fervor or volume it had previously. No one could hear her. She was trapped down here, at the mercy of her friend. Yuna didn't know for certain what would happen, but she had a fairly good guess, considering what lay between Rikku's legs. The blonde was going to keep going until she satisfied herself, and it looked like the object of her satisfaction was going to be a certain savior of the world. More tense, and then Yuna's vision was closed off, separated from the world as her skirt passed over her eyes.\nThe ex-summoner tried to jerk away from Rikku's affections, again stopped by the bonds that held her. Instead, she wound up baring her neck, allowing Rikku better access to the tender flesh there. Yuna could only moan and continue squirming, no other options readily available. She found her sense sharpened by the lack of sight, to her regret. Touches upon her breasts sent little shivers down her spine, her nerves and hormones starting to react.\nHot breath against her skin, insistent touches upon her body, and smoldering kisses upon her neck. No doubt: Yuna was being seduced, and she could feel herself slowly starting to succumb."
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"value": "This rp will be between the character Gin Ichimaru played by True Decade and an OC of mine.\nYoshiko Aizenhad always been faithful to the Soul Society. She had been at the top percentile of her class and had even been considered for the position as captain of an elite calvary squad that was being discussed. This expiremental squad was what destroyed Yoshiko's future. Yoshiko had been leading her group on a routine search and rescue mission when they were attacked. She and the other 21 people that were with her were captured by Arrancar and expiremented on. The effects were permanent and many of her friends were left to die because they did not give the desired outcome. She was one of the ones throw out to the hollows of Hueco Mundo and left to die.\nWhat the scientist that had so greatly altered Yoshiko failed to realize was that the many essences of different hollows that he had fuse with yoshiko's own spirit woul allow her to absorb the life force of a hollow when she was critically injured, in order to heal herself. She managed to survive on her own and was found by Shinji Hirako, and her older brother, Sosuke Aizen, while they were out on a recon mission. They had been trying to find any trace of Yoshiko's missing team. When they brought her back to Soul Society she was thuroughly examined by Captain Unohana and Captain Urahara in an attempt to help the young woman return to normal.\nThey were unsuccessful in finding a cure, and it was decided that Yoshiko would stay in a prison cell that could contain her power until she they could find some means of reversing what was done to her. She was allowed visits from Captain and Lieutenant level Shinigami only, and only allowed to walk outside under heavy supervision. They treated her well enough, and she knew that it was for the good of everyone if she stayed locked away until they found a 'cure' for her 'predicament', if that was even possible.\nIt had been fifteen years since she had been brought back to Soul Society, and it hurt her to not be able to see the people she cared for. Sosuke was allowed to come see her, but she always told him to focus his energies on protecting his squad members and the people of Soul Society. Now she could sense that there was an uprising of some sort outside her prison walls, but she wasn't sure what. She looked outside the window of her room to see her zanpakuto hanging on the wall, and she only wished that she could help the others somehow, but even she knew that she might be more of a danger to them than what they were facing now."
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"value": "Gin Ichimaru smirked as the body of the dead prison guard slumped to the ground. \"There's one more down.\" The white hair male said. Indeed, he had spent the better part of the day going up throught higher levels of the prison and murdering who every tried to stop him. He rather enjoyed it, even if he didn't know why he had been doing it until about ten minutes ago. \"You never told me you had a sister Aizen.\" He said, glancing at his companion. \"Oh? Must of slipped my mind.\" The brown haired, glasses wearing man answered. Gin decided to drop the subject, knowing that was Aizen's way of saying \" I don't care and you should be quit about it.\"\nThey were now near the top of the prison, and Gin figured that they where almost there. Of course, the higher up the pair went, the stronger the guards became. \"They're actaully get a little tough. It took metwowhole minutes to kill this group, instead of just one.\" He said, kicking one of the now dead bodies. \"For a prison fit for captains, they so dude have some weaklings guarding it. Not a single good fight in the entire place.\" He complained. \"I'm sorry it dissappoints, but did you epect more from Soul Society?\" Aizen asked him. \"Heh, guess you're right. So, how much longer untill we find your sister?\" Gin asked, putting away his zanpakuto. \"Not much longer. In fact....\" Aizen said, suddenly stopping in front of a door. Pushing it open, he walked inside and looked at the sole occupant. \"Hello sister, how have you been? It time for you to leave this place.\" He said, easily forcing her locked cell opened."
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"value": "\"So you're the one causing all of this disorder, Brother. How many times have I told you, my place is here. I belong in the soul society. They have been kind to me by letting me live here, when it would have been safest to simply kill me.\" Yoshiko said as she made her way to the other side of the room. She believed that she owed her life to Soul Society, where as herf brother obviously looked down on her. She noticed Gin Ichimaru and realized that he must not have known that she and Sosuke were related.\n\"It's nice to see you again, Captain Ichimaru.\" She said as she bowed respectively. Her hair stained with white streaks as a result of the experiments that were done on her. She had seen Gin before, but she had never hinted that she was Sosuke's sister. It was obvious that they must have been close because they constantly referred to eachother by their first names.\nShe was at a loss at the moment. She didn't want to fight her brother, but even if it came to that it would be a bit hard because she was unarmed. Her Zanpakuto was on the other side of the doorway that her brother was standing in. She wasn't sure how she should handle this situation, but she did know that she should figure it out, and quick."
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"value": "\"Oh, hello Miss Yoshiko.\" He said, bowing at her. \"So you're Aizen's sister. I would have never guessed.\" He said. \"Oh sister, much y ou ne so naive? They only let you stay here so that they can control you.\" He said, his voice rather calm. Through he could have just tell her to look out the only window in the room and see something that would convince her to join him, he decided to save that for a last resort. \"Don't you think your big brother knows what he's doing?\" He asked her. Gin just sort of listened while staring at the wall. \"I really don't have time to explain it all to you, so I'll put it in simple turns. Join me, or die. You won't die today, but you will soon enough.\" Aizen told her. \"It would be wise to listen to him, Miss Yoshiko. He's rather powerful, don't you know. \" Gin piped up."
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"value": "The bloody world war between Allies, Soviets and The Empire of Rising Sun raged for a year now. It was a conflict for total domination, no alliances were held and peace was not an option. Allies would not rest until the totalitarian regimes of world are destroyed, Imperials believed that it is their divine destiny to rule the world and Soviet were determined to make the world a single, glorious Soviet Republic. These times of total war spawned many heros, such asNatasha Volkova, champion of the Soviet Union.\nBeing a sharpshooter she alone had terminated over seven hundred enemy troops, being a commando she had infiltrated enemy lines numerous times, being a hero she had inspired countless soldiers to join the case of Communism, even more to die for it. No Ally or imperial soldier felt safe from her sniper rifle when she was on the \"hunt\". Present on every recruiting poster, mentioned in every military academy. She was a paragon for her people, Angel of Death for her enemies. Her mere presence on the battlefield inspired her troops and had a devastating effect on enemy morale.\nBut now she was in peril. The assault on the Allied city, Genewa, was a failure. The enemy used a strange new tech called \"chronosphere\" to bring in huge amounts of reinforcement. The Soviet forces were encircled and are now getting slaughtered. The enemy had both land and air superiority and it seemed that the small part of the city the Soviets had manged to capture will become their graveyard.\nBut Natasha would not surrender. Not to the capitalist pigs. Not to anybody. She was making her last stand in the ruins of one the houses they have captured. With deadly precision of her sniper rifle she was taking down every soldier that got in range, killing as many Allies as she could before her time runs out. But she was running out of ammo and she could see the enemy bombers on the horizon. Her last thought before the bombs felt on her position was that she had fulfilled her duty to the People."
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"value": "America, the bright and beautiful is what Major Dominic Franke loved and would die for, his mother parents had both been immigrants, barely escaping the fall of the Iron Curtain falling across the border of the USSR, he had grown up hearing horror stories about Communism and the things that had been done in its name. He had joined up nearly a decade ago in order to help keep things quiet on the border but when war had broken out he had found his calling. True he wasn't a large scale commander, he wasn't a leader of troops, instead Dominic was specialized on something a little more specific, intelligence or to be even more specific, the extraction of it.\nNormally his job was just dealing with double agents and defectors, people who came to him and told him everything they knew, Dominic would then filter what was useful from what wasn't and pass it along to the higher ups. This time he had been given a much more interesting job though, a recent bombing run had decimated a Soviet held region of the city... Allied forces had moved in right away to secure the area and when there they had found quite the prize, the infamous sniper Natasha Volkova, a celebrity in her home land, reported to have well over five hundred kills to her name. This beautiful monster had been found alive and brought in... and Dominic would have the pleasure of breaking her to find out what she knew. In order to learn whatever he could Dominic had been granted Carte Blanche, anything he needed to do in order to break her, the Soviet Citizens would be shown this hero broken by Allied forces, shown they weren't the only ones who could be monstrous.\nIn his dress uniform, stripped of rank pins and ribbons Dominic entered the cell where Natasha was being held, happy to see that she was naked and tied to a chair as he had instructed. Natasha Volkova. He said, holding up a file with her picture clipped to the front of it. Soviet hero and now captive of the Allied forces, I won't waste time by asking you to surrender to me, instead I will state the obvious, I will be hurting you, humiliating you... I will break you and I will enjoy every moment of it. Setting down the folder he smirked a little. You have claimed at least three people I called friends. Then without warning he lashed out, the back of his hand across her face as an opening movement."
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"value": "The last thing Natasha remembered were the allied bombers. she thought she'll die. She was prepared to die. Yet instead, she woke up naked in a cell, captive to capitalist scourge. A grim irony of fate, indeed.\nAs the Ally interrogator finished his speech, she rose her eyebrow.\n\"You're really fond of yourself, are y....\" her sarcastic taunt was interrupted by a strong slap to the face. She forced a smile, though she did not felt funny at all. Natasha knew what's going to happen to her. She's going to get tortured and raped over and over again. Telling them what they want to know, if they want to know something, won't help. She was Natasha Volkova, a bloody icon. The allies won't stop until she will be nothing more then a mindless husk which they will then show to everybody to prove their superiority.\nOn the other hand, her position within the Soviets was also her hope for avoiding this grim fate. She was too important. Natasha was more then certain that her people will keep trying to rescue her until they will succeed. That is why she can't let that pig break her. She the Angel of Death. And she will not give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her defeated. So she decided to play with her interrogator some more.\n\"Congratulations\"-she said with a thick, Russian accent-\"You managed to hit me. Few men manged to accomplish this. And none of the mis still alive.\" She theatrically looked on the chair she was tied to \"True, I was immobilized..but it's still quite an achievement...for a pig\"."
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"value": "He smirked a little bit as she looked down at that chair, she was trying to goad him, to make him angry. Normally this was the last thing that anyone would do in this situation but Dominic knew that she was trying to make him mad, was she hoping that he would make a mistake and somehow she would be able to get free, or did she plan to drive him to kill her before he could break her and that way avoid divulging any secrets. She was smarter then most and that made her dangerous, but Dominic was also dangerous and more then willing to play along with her little game.\nOh you think that you can take down? He asked with a chuckle as he looked down at the chair, bolted down to the floor as he had instructed, the rope tying her was a nylon cord, thin but also very strong, the room gave her no weapons that she would be able to catch him off guard with. A sniper, a coward who kills from afar thinks that she can fight me? Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a small tool, a seat belt cutter that was designed so that it couldn't be used to cut human flesh. Reaching in between her breasts, making sure to get a more then generous feel, he quickly slit the cord that held her to the chair and pulled enough slack to let her finish the job before stepping back away from an easy strike.\nGet up and fight me then Soviet whore. He mocked her as he removed his jacket, slowly rolling his shoulders and neck in order to limber up. I think I will enjoy fucking you once I have tenderized you a bit."
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"value": "\"HAHAHA! Having fun yet?\" The Joker inquired with a maniacal grin and deep tone of voice as Harleen and the other doctors saw that a guard was stumbling back, screaming out of his mind and holding his left eye as The Joker cackled from the safety of his cell. His tongue lashed across his scars, two on the sides of his lips, and down the middle of his lower lip. He watched as blood trickled the guard's cheek, still screaming for his life.\nTurning around, the Joker's fingers tapped together as he stared aimlessly at the wall in front of him. His sandy brown unkempt hair fell to his shoulders now, and the make-up that hid his true face was nowhere to be seen. However, the scars that ran along his cheek to curve into a wicked smile, the right side was more extreme than the left. His scarred tongue lashed across his lips in order to cool down the burning inflammation of his eternal smile. He never noticed, though; it became a habit of sorts nowadays, since being around someone who was incorruptible made him so giddy.\nApparently, he was supposed to get another doctor today. Within the last week he had forced two doctors to quit and three were sent to the hospitals, all males. Well, he hoped they would at least give him a woman; something to stare that wouldn't want to make him kill someone. Then again, he would still want to kill someone!"
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"value": "Harleen Quinzel, Fresh out of the classroom for her first day at Arkham Asylum. Trying to make a name for herself in the world of Forensic Profiling, She found something interesting about the man. Though the cackling howls from the other inmates often sent chills down her spine. They all heard the cries of the guard. Harleen watched on as the other guards scrambled to come and collect their comrade. Her patient the so called \" Clown Prince\" of crime had been a mystery to everyone.\nNo name, no id of any sort. His fingers were severely damaged by chemical burns his finger prints never would lead to correct confirmation of the man behind that grin. Harley had been assigned to him due to the fact all of the so called experts were fed up with his games and ambiguous responses. So the unthinkable happened. They sent the new Doctor in for a crack at the clown.\nA Devious smile came across her lips seeing the guard crying as he was being haled off. Her platinum hair tied tightly into a bun her piercing blue eyes easily seen from behind the wire rims of her glasses. A short skirt hugged her hips a tight blouse only accentuated her feminine curves. Though with that simple grin she had. He could tell the whole world was not as it seemed for the young Dr. Quinzel. Oh no a poor soul drowned in the monotonous drone that was her schooling and life. Always analyzing the smile but never having one herself at least most of the time.\nStepping closer to his cell door the click of her heals were easily heard. An off tone to be hearing in this of all places. A clipboard in hand her arms crossed about it as she just observed him amazed yet somewhat frightened."
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"value": "The Joker's finely tuned ears picked up he sharp clicking from a mile away, but didn't bother to turn until the woman was at his cell. He took a glance, sucking in his cheeks as his eyes flickered towards the young woman. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes trailed the fine curves that she had possessed, and counted it as a good day, so far. Eating, check; bathroom, check; hurting idiot guard, check; taking his vitamins... and now the gorgeous young female knocking at his door.\nHe looked away, his gazed returning to the wall, but his mind was still on her. \"You must be the new doc, right? Don't worry, I don't bite... hard.\" he said with a devious smile that she could barely see.\n\"What can I do ya for, ma'am?\" he inquired, his light Southern drawl the only indication of where he was born... he liked to think it was Kansas, but people always referred to him as a \"demon from Hell\", so why not?"
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"value": "\" I'm Harleen Quinzel and Yes I will be your new Therapist starting this afternoon. Though I must admit you handy work is quite an impressive.\" She said with a calm cool tone to her voice. Though from that sparkle in those deep blue hues of hers that wasn't the case. \" I hope we can have some pleasant conversations. I do hate to see a man chained like an animal.\" She continued. Hinting for him to calm down a bit.\nShe had worked long and hard to have her chance and she was not going to let a simple thing as fear get in her way. Adjusting her glasses she kept her focus on him not wavering for a moment. She was trying to read him... Mistake number one. He could tell that she was inexperienced with someone of his caliber. This was going to make for an interesting afternoon to say the least.\nShe had studied video of him with his other doctors she felt as if she learned the mistakes of each one trying to find a pattern. Alas with every time she laid her eyes on him it just made her want to unravel the enigma that was him. Seeing him in person was somewhat unreal experience to her. Was it just a rookies over enthusiasm or was it the seeds of obsession?"
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"value": "The Clown's face lit up with cheeriness at her words, \"Oooh! Sounds like a nice date, Harley. It's all right if I call you Harley, right? Of course it is, what am I thinking?\" he said, his eyes on her the entire time he spoke, his tongue quickly lashing against his scars before turning around with a giddy laugh. Well, he knew what he was looking forward to, today!\nPerhaps, with her obvious inexperience, the man could have some fun with her. And with the eagerness and fright that showed in her eyes, she wouldn't mind it, either!\n\"Well, you know what to do; call me, beep me, let me beat the life outta someone, your call,\" he said with a malicious chuckle, stretching as he laid back on his bed and looked at the ceiling, his eyes flickering over the young woman before his attention was now entirely focused on the ceiling."
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"value": "\" Harley now that name I usually never hear. But I have no idea what to call you.\" She said with a smile. Seeing how his attention switched to an lifeless object. She just turned \" I'll be back this afternoon try you best to behave... I may have a present for you or two during our next session.\" She wanted him to trust her and to open up and she thought a few privileges could loosen his tongue.\nHer methods were highly unorthodox. As one of her superiors watched on from a level above. She looked up giving her boss a slight wink. Soon as she left eye shot of the clowns cell. Heading up to her new office to get some preparations made for their session. Her steps confident and true with every stride. Overconfident some may say, as pairs of eyes watched from the cells of the rapists and murderers that were held captive in this fortress of madness."
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"value": "The Joker was intrigued by her notion of \"presents\", and made him grin at the ceiling. Oh so interesting...\nLater that afternoon, the man had surprisingly done as he was asked; he didn't kill anybody. But, he figured that the day wasn't over yet, so he still had time to catch an appointment or two. The man was brought in, heavily bound by handcuffs and chains, and they were tightly secured to the bolted-down chair that sat on one side of the table. It was a closed room, not much space, which he could work with if need be... or he just wanted to.\nThe Joker waited patiently for Dr. Harley Quinzel to arrive, swaying slowly as he tapped his fingers on the metal table, not keeping any sort of rhythm, nor was the small noises he gave made any sense, either. It was as if he didn't want any type of order in his life."
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"value": "Later that afternoon she was hesitant about coming inside. Knowing that the room did not have any cameras but she knew well that there was panic button on the lower edge of her side of the table. She could use it at any moment to sound the alarm alerting the guards to come in and assist. Carrying a recorder and a small notepad. Wearing the same outfit as before, with the exception of one thing she wore her hair differently instead of a tight bun, it was only half up giving a slight relaxed feel to the session.\nWanting him to open up she had brought a present for now inside of her pocket. For now she wanted to know if he was keen on her kindness. Since after all this was their first session. Unlike most who had gone before her yes they had experience but few. Oh few had the true imagination to put themselves inside the mind of someone like him. She closed the door behind her leaving the guards outside for now. \" Good Afternoon\" She said in a slight monotone voice as she often had when it came to her professional attitude. Taking a seat across from him she sat down slowly setting the recorder on the table. \" Mind if I get a few formalities taken care of?\" She smiled turning on the recorder. \" First session Patient number 1018273 aka \" The Joker \" \""
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"value": "Krakus stood before his Akra - bowed down on one knee. He looked older then many - which he was indeed. A Charonte of substantial age and power. He had been bonded to Kogane when she had reached her Queenhood. \"I am sorry Akra-Kogane, But the Goddess Appolymi has asked for the return of all of the Charonte to our Home. She had asked for us to return due to situations within the family.\" he said politely. He had a bad feeling about leaving. But he was required to go.\nKogane smiled at her Demon as she nodded. \"It's alright Krakus, you are allowed to go. I will see you upon your return.\" She said as she rose. Watching her demon rise and bow at the waist. She smiled softly and waved him off. She turned towards her other Guardians and began her path towards the Gardens of her Castle. All would be well in her world.\nThat was until the darkness rose in a wave, and Anubis came with the others. Till her prince died...\nKumori woke up - shuddering all over. Gasping as sweat clung to her features. The pale young woman swung herself from bed and gasped a bit harder. Clinging to the bedpost on her fourposter. That same nightmare - same dream. Demons and blood. Wings and Moon Princesses. She didn't know what was worse - the situation at hand , or the fact that the nightmares wouldn't leave her.\nGold eyes watched the situation around her. Her room was a mess - her uniform waiting for her to put it on. She had to get back to work. She ahd to get to Sanctuary - Mama Peltier was waiting. She sighed and reached over towards her headboard - pulling her hairpiece off and tying up her long and dark hair. She found herself wandering towards the door - picking up the pieces of her uniform. She sighed and rubbed her temples.\nShe stepped towards the door now, and threw herself into the shower - practically. She had to get there on time, she knew that much. But she wasn't exactly sure if she could manage it. She found herself out of the shower in short time, and on her way to work. Dressed up in her work uniform.\nIt was a clear evening - everything seemed alright. That was until the form of three males surrounded her. All tall and blond haired. They seemed to hold and air to them that made her feel like she was in a dream - or a nightmare. \"Can I help you?\" She asked.\n\"Yes, we just want to ask a few questions.\" One said and grinned and cocked his head to the side.\nKumori quirked her brow and put her hand on her hip. \"And what would that be?\" She asked with a slightly drawn out drawl to her voice.\n\"What do you taste like.\" He whispered. Then they jumped.\nShe sighed and found herself getting jumped. The pain flared through her head as she gasped and was thrown backwards. She was now in a fight for her life. She twisted her body to break free, a chunk of her hair hanging in the males hand. Two grabbed her under her arms and she kicked the first in the chest. \"NO! NO!\" She screamed as she flailed.\nShe would not let these blond bimbos with braids in their hair - capture her and rape her.\n~~~\n\"Are you sure.\" Haruka said as she looked towards Setsuna and Hotaru. Her head cocked to the side as she looked towards her lover and then sighed. \"We had all agreed you wouldn't release her starseed. Until such a time as it was needed.\" She stated as she looked towards the two older senshis. The pain was flaring through her as she felt the pain that had been caused all those years ago.\nThe blond looked at her lover - wrapping her arms around her lovers waist. \"We have to leave Japan, to go to New Orleans, because you let her starseed go. She's a basic level senshi - if she's even that. How will she survive?\"\n\"Dark times have come upon us, so we need even darker aids.\" Hotaru said gently - as a weak smile spread across her features. She looked at all of them with a sadness in her eyes. She knew this was what was needed. They all needed it. \"The Queen asked particularly for this thing.\" She whispered softly. It hadn't been Usagi, it had been Appolymi. \"She said that her child would need it. And I owed her a favor.\" The Senshi said lightly.\nShe stopped as the pain raced through her. \"Did you feel that, something is happening. We need to go.\""
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"value": "Matera?\nNaiea ma komatia?\nAre we going out tonight or are we going straight home?\nProbably straight home, Im tired.\nOk but on the way can we get some of that ti..ta.. that thing? The thing I like so much?\nIts called tiramisu my love.\nYeah that! Can we?\nI dont see why not, youve been such a good boy today.\nAracnia!\nThe slightly foreign and majority English conversation was taking place in a small caf in the quarter known as Midnight Kisses, between a young woman, Atlantia was her name though she was known as Tia for various reasons, and a young boy who looked no older then maybe four or five by the name of Akakios, called Kio as it was something people had less trouble pronouncing. At the moment the two were straightening up the best they could, cleaning up before the workers for the nightshift came in. Due to the nightlife the city tended to have they were generally busier than the earlier shifts and as a result didnt have time to do much and while it wasnt required Tia and her tiny companion tired to make things a little easier for them by cleaning up just a bit before it was time for her to clock out.\nWell this is as straight as its going to get I suppose. Removing her apron the girl would make her way behind the register and into the kitchen, hanging up the sweetly decorated pink apron and waving good bye to the bakers before making her way back to the front to say goodnight to the manager. Mama Flo? Pale blue almost white eyes would scan the room for the owner of the shop, a rather old African-American woman by the name of Mama Flow. She had owned the caf longer than most of the workers here had been alive and considered it to be her little pride and joy, along with everyone in it. As new as Tia was she considered the older womans pride and joy as well, but at the same time it almost seemed as if the woman treated herdelicately for some reason. But that could have just been her imagination.\nWere over here! Kio would wave from a small table located near the front of the caf, the young boy in her bosses lap, a chocolate cupcake in his tiny hands and he seemed more than happy to have it. His pale white skin covered in chocolate icing, or at least his mouth anyway, and maybe a little of his nose, unbelievable joy in his deep green eyes. If not for the fact the older woman was guiding his hands there was a good chance his long raven locks would have also been covered in chocolate.\nSuch a wonderful lil boy you have here Tia. I swear I could just eat em all up! Her thick southern drawl was hard to miss as she spoke. She would chuckle, the boy in her lap bursting into laughter as she tickled at his stomach. Well that would certainly keep me from giving him a bath later. Reaching over she would take the small child into her arms, placing him in on her hip, not minding, or probably not caring so much, about the chocolate getting all over her light blue blouse. Ive finished cleaning and clocked out, I need to pick this one up some treats on the way home so Im heading out. She would have loved to give the woman a goodbye hug but with how messy her shirt was now as well as the child in her arms well, that just wasnt going to happen.\nAlright. Youyou be careful ok? Keep yo eyes and ears open. Got it?\nYes maam. Night. And with that the young woman would make her way out of the shop, three more employees coming in as soon as she exited, a heavy sigh escaping her. She waswell aware of the fact that she needed to be careful in the upcoming days. Two weeks, two weeks until her twenty first birthday and for the first time in three lives she intended to make it that far, to get the rest of her powers to live. That was her top priority and she ended to make sure she did it, if not for herself then for the tiny boy in her arms.\nAs they walked Kio would munch on his cupcake happily until it was all gone, and at that point he would begin to lick the icing from his fingers and face the best he could. Suddenly though the boy would stop. Head snapping up from his fingers, green eyes swiftly moving back and forth, no longer dark in color but rather glowing, something of a twisted grin on his features, and somehow those lovely teeth he had been using to enjoy his cupcake with were now fangs. Matera?\nNaiea? The girl would stop, setting the boy down as he began to wiggle wildly in her arms, curious as to what he smelled or sensed. Actually no, she knew what it was, she just wished he didnt get so excited over it. But then again, he was still rather young.\nDo you smell that? Theres a group of them. Those bastards, they really are frequent around these parts arent they?\nI guess so. But focus, are they attacking someone? And what have I told you about cussing?\nYeahsmells female but theres somethingoff about her. And grandma does it all the time!\nGrandma is not the best example sweetie. But go ahead, have fun, dont get caught or anything.\nNo sooner had she said those words the boy was gone, out of sight. I guess I should probably follow him to make sure he doesnt get in trouble. With that the girl would also disappear, blond hair moving slowly in the wind as she also simply disappeared, onto a nearby rooftop, following the male to make sure he didnt get into too much trouble.\nA favor? The blue haired senshi would look down at the younger girl, curious as to what this favor could have been. At the same time though something told her now was not the time to ask such a question. All things would be answered in due time but until then, until then she simply had to wait and deal with what ever came at them as the answer to the questions she didnt even know. I suppose well- She stopped, as she watched Hotarus expression, moving to aid the girl she would instead stay in her place, that same pain rushing through her body. Ah, so thats why she stopped.\nWe need to go, now before anything happens to her. Haruka would clutch her chest as the same feeling that ripped through her friends ripped through her as well. Making sure she had a good grip on the others hand she would nod to Hotaru, the violet haired girl quickly racing down the street and the other three following close behind. All she could do at the moment was hope that they werent too late, that the girl was ok, that they would get to her on time before anything to bad happened.\nIt had been such a long, long, long time since any of the four females had seen the Forgotten Queen. They had carried her starseed for all these years so they knew she was alive, but they had never met the girl. If their paths crossed then they crossed, it wasnt something for them for force. So imagine the surprise the four were in for when a certain goddess had asked them for their help. At first it was a little unbelievable, or hell, very much so. It was safe to say at first they had thought it was a dream, old lives, past lives, coming back to haunt them, but that simply wasnt the case. If the goddess wanted their help and the queen needed their assistance then they would do whatever they could to make sure the job was done."
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"value": "Kumori fell backwards - blood spraying upwards from the nose she had just broken. Her body moved into another rotation of blows - as she worked towards keeping the males off of her. The taunts and jeers were enough to make her skin crawl. What were they - and why had one of them survived his neck being - oh gods they were THOSE things. She had heard about them in her intro from Mama Peltier. She had known about things - others hadn't, and when Sanctuary had been attacked recently, she hadn't been able to have her memories erased. Which is apparently what happened everytime something like that happened.\n\"I'll skin you alive.\" She found herself snapping as she flipped backwards and braced herself on the wall, half clinging to a pipe. Her hair was grabbed and she was yanked backwards. A gasp leaving her as she shuddered and felt the pain spike through her. Teeth buried in her throat. Pain beyond pains. The shimmering form of a woman holding out an item. She screamed then, the darkness rising around her. A wave of chaos that would draw the attention of anyone of a strong bloodline or power. She didn't know who would come to aid her - but she knew in her heart of hearts that these creatures were too much for her.\nHer hand reached out - grabbing the locket offered to her. The pain flaring as she fell backwards into the creature feeding from her. She screamed again - long and hoarse, as ribbons of Chaotic energy wrapped around her being. The pain flared further as she felt the chunk of skin ripped from her neck, as the Daimon was thrown backwards from her. \"Go to whence you came.\" She snarled as she twisted around. Holding her hand over her throat were blood poured - she clutched the locket in her palm. She wasn't sure what to do, but the phrase came to mind. \"Dark Moon Prism Power - Unlock!\" She cried out.\nThe key appeared in her fingers, and she unlocked the locket in a solid movement. Another wave of Chaotic energy rushed through the area. The Awakening had begun.\n~~~\n\"We have to hurry she's flared to awakening.\" Hotaru cried as she ran down the street. Darting between people and working as hard as she could to race towards the scene that would hopefully not be so bad. \"I have a bad feeling though.\" She whispered as she found her small feet hitting the ground faster. Her pace picking up in a way that shocked her. She knew that she had to work harder to get there in time. A shudder left her as she reached for her henshin. \"Saturn Star Power - Make Up!\" The girl cried as she raced down an empty alley.\nWhen she raced out of the other side - she was Sailor Saturn. A new knowledge within her - a new power within her. The time had come to stop the Awakening - or push it for the aid of THEIR Queen. Usagi needed such a power on her side - not against her. And if they didn't get there in time, it would definitely be against.\nHaruka ran harder then - eyes narrowing as the wind caught her hair. She had always loved running - but not in this kind of situation. A gasp left her as she watched Hotaru's reaction. She too felt the pain spike through her. Groaning in annoyance her own henshin came out and her body thrown forward at a faster pace - down the alley that Hotaru had taken. \"Uranus Star Power - Make up!\" She screamed as her transformation overtook her. They had no time to spare - they had to be ready to fight.\n~~~\nNick found himself wandering as he had always wandered. Ever since that fateful night - and fateful choice. That woman Artemis - taking his humanity. In exchange for his revenge. But turning on her had made him feel good. Until he found out the side he was on was just as bad. Now he had no side - no allegiance. He stopped as he stared up at the night sky. There was an odd shimmer in the air, a part of him tingled as he realized that something wasn't quite right. A possibility of danger? Or was it a Daimon attack?\nEither way the man was going to check it out. He kept himself at an easy pace. But found himself rounding a corner to a scene of magic and danger. There was a young woman - surrounded in dark ribbons, that were forming into a uniform of some sorts. Surrounded by not one - but three Spathi. \"Shit\" He muttered as he looked around. Perhaps it was best to hide and see how it went. If she needed help - she needed help.\nUp on to a fire escape he went. To wait it out and see what unfolded."
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"value": "Stop!\nAkakios would stop in his tracks, growling lightly as he heard his materas voice in his head, bright green eyes glancing around for any sign of her. He knew she was around; she was never too far away from him when he went feeding, it was just a matter of finding her. But why in the world was she stopping him? He was almost there, almost there. So what was the problem? The male would let out a sigh, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as all demonic traits would fade away, his teeth returning to normal, eyes would stop glowing, and his finger nails were no longer claws. Matera, whats the matter?\nDo you not feel that? Stop focusing on your stomach for a minute, take a minute, and feel.\nSighing the little boy would do as his matera instructed, taking a moment to feel his surroundings and smelling everything else. Ahhso thats what she was talking about. There was a wide range of energy all of a sudden, chaotic energy. Powerful, potent, but wild, untamed. It was like a powerful baby being or something exceptIts familiar. I think its that girl I felt earlier, the one that was being attacked. There are he would sniff the air, Four othersthey have an oddly familiar energy. Or well, its all different, but at the same time, they all have similar qualities. Kinda like yours sometimesI wonder what this is all about..\nLike mine? HmmAnd if nothing else, for some reason, I see my mother having something to do with this. Just feels that way. When ever something big went on in this city but it had nothing to do with the Dark Hunters her mother was somehow, in some way, involved. For a woman imprisoned and had been imprisoned for thousands upon thousands of years she sure had a way of getting stuff done. Like having a baby. Atlantia didnt want to know how her mother had managed to give birth to her in the first place and for some reason, she didnt want to know. Not only that but theyre Spathi. Which means either grandmas involved with this, that idiot brother of mine, or there is that possibility they just picked the wrong person to mess with on their ownGo on ahead, but dontdo anything stupid.\nGrinning the young boy would gain some of hisfeatures back, taking off once again. Once he arrived at the scene he would blink, noticing a girl in a senshi uniform. Ah. So that was why it was so familiar. Hm. Well then. The energy that came from her wasamazing to say the least and the Spathi could feel that as well, they were so occupied with her they didnt exactly notice him. Good. Without waiting for the chance for one of them to notice him he would move quickly, sharpened claws ripping through the back of ones knee, hand viewable on the other side, it wasnt hard to hear the muscle tear or the bone break, of his screams of pain.\nAtlantia would make her appearance on the roof top above the Spathi, a frown on her features. She had never been as fond of the Spathi as her mother had been, and her mother wasnt all that fond of them, which was saying something. They were elite yes, dangerous, and completely evil, but she never liked the fact that they followed an idiot around for a leader. And Strykerius was an idiot in every since of the word, or at least, that was her opinion on the matter. Taking a seat on the edge of the roof she would cross one leg over the other, a brow arched as silver eyes noted the females attire. A senshi uniform? Well then, that made thisinteresting to say the least.\nSetsuna followed as quickly as she could behind the other three, a shadow of doubt in her mind. She had a feeling that there was nothing they could do to stop this now, hell, she knew it. All the four girls could do was take everything as it came and make sure that the Forgotten Queen knew her power was her own and that she didnt need to let that said power fall into the wrong hands. Not only that, but they were here to help her, to aid her as long as she wanted them around.\nGrabbing her Garnet Orb she would hold it close to her chest, murmuring the words for her transformation sequence. Pluto Planet Power, Make-Up! Her comfortable travel clothes would be replaced with her senshi uniform, Garnet Rod now in hand opposed to the orb that was there before. They were almost to the girl, she could feel it, the energy getting stronger as they approached. But thenthen there was another energy at the scene, two very similar energies that reminded her of another very special woman that was much moreviolet. But maybe her senses were just on over load or something.\nThere she is! Michiru could finally see the girl, the energy emitting from her almost overwhelming. Well at least she waswell, she wanted to say ok, but because she was being attacked that wasnt the most appropriate word. Neptune Planet Power, Make Up! A blue light would overtake her body, civilian clothes disappearing and replaced with her uniform. Deep Submerge! The girl would waste no time, sending an energy blast at the Daimon closest to the queen.\nThere were certain reasons Ash had always liked New Orleans. The people were some of the friendliest he had ever encountered in hiswell, some odd amount of years of living, the atmosphere was always welcoming, the food was great, and most of the people he trusted and liked enough to call friend lived here, making him love it all the more. So while he tried not to make it a point to visit the city to often somehow, someway, he spent the majority of his time here, tonight included.\nTonight the god had no real intention of working, he just wanted to take a few minutes to relax, to breathe instead of dealing with the hectic situations that somehow always found him. This past week had been a little worse than others. Daimons in some areas of the world had started attacking in large numbers, scaring civilians and the media was having a field day with it all. His mother had been contacting him a lot more than usual lately, which generally meant that something was bound to happen soon, it was just a matter of figuring out what that something would be and he hated guessing. Sometimes he really did love knowing what was going to happen and why, unfortunately with his mother and anything she did he couldnt have that satisfaction.\nAcheron would let out a sigh as he looked up to the sky, a strange energy emanating from nowhere all of a sudden. What in the world was that? Well, at least he had gotten his five minutes of relaxation. Shaking his head he would run to the scene, hoping that it wasnt anything too.well, why was he lying to himself? The energy he felt was nothing normal, far from it, which meant it would be a serious situation. Hopefully, maybe if he was lucky, it was one that he could walk away from that involved little violence what so ever."
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"value": "Kumori felt the darkness rising through her. Eyes glowing a bright gold her hands came up to the fuku she now wore. She wasn't quite sure how she was one of the Mythical Senshi - but she had seen them fight for her world back when she had been home in Tokyo. But that had been many years ago, when Chaos was scattered into the hearts of man. How she knew that - well it was because most of those seeds had come to her, forming into a darkness within her that was heady and dangerous. She knew things - always seemed to know. But at the same time she didn't. Her mind opened to the power, watching as someone came out of nowhere to attack one of the beaded warriors.\nShe flipped backwards and braced herself on the wall as she pulled the brooch from her chest. \"Whoever you are, better block your eyes!\" She screamed at the young man that had come to attack the others. She felt the words well up just as the orb of blue energy smacked into one of the beaded warriors. She knew that energy from deep within her a voice hissing darkly -Neptune. \"Dark Moon Flash!\" She snapped those words from her lips as the bright burst of energy flashed from the open brooch. The Spathi snarled, and clutched at their eyes. Now blinded - but not down for the count.\nThat's when the spiral of energy opened up - a bolthole as some would know it, but not her - and six more came out. Three with no braids, three with braids. Kumori jumped down from where she hung and rolled. Feeling the new energy pulsing through her. She was too close to one of the new Spathi, as it latched on to her shoulder, ripping into her fuku and causing a spray of blood from her other shoulder. A gasp left her as she went to her knees. She looked towards the others there, features paler then they usually were. \"I'm sorry - I'm not strong enough.\" She found herself whispering.\nThe Spathi that had bitten her gave a cackling laugh from this exclamation. \"Perfect, your perfect. A soul ripe for the taking - or fucking. I wonder.\"\n~~~\nHotaru whipped around, as the flash went off she shielded her eyes. Such a bright light - but dark all at once. Her arm came down as she spiraled around in a spin and swung her glaive towards one of the Spathi. \"We had to deal with Daimons before, remember the ones in Japan?\" She called out as she looked over at the other senshis. \"Aim for the chest!\" She called out as she raced at one, making a slashing motion towards one of the males chests. She was now engaged with one of the six spathi. One of the blind ones.\nThe forgotten Queen was busy with a Spathi, a new one. And that left several Spathi and the three normal Daimons. \"Be careful - these are the beaded ones, remember they are tricky. And some of them have...\" She stopped dead as she whirled around in time to see the bolt of dark energy slam into the Forgotten Queen's chest. \"Bolts...\" She whispered as she felt the fear well in her chest. What would that do to the Queen? She herself had barely been able to survive one of those blasts.\nHaruka was busy defending Michiru, working beside her. As they usually did. She summoned her Space sword and raced into the fray, jumping on the back of one of the normal Daimons and swinging down for his back. She caught him between the shoulder blades, and he burst into dust. She rolled and came up - slashing at a chest of a normal Daimon, blood spraying through the air and splattering them all. The Daimon hissed - and she hissed bag. Rage and frustration was passing through her as she realized they might lose the Forgotten Queen.\n\"Yo! Boy!\" She called out to the young man that was helping. \"Do whatever you can to keep the black haired girl safe. The one with the locket!\" She called out. Hopefully he was on their side."
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"value": "Matera? Should I?\nYeahHeal her if you can. Actually, never mind that just fight. Healing the girl would mean he would need to revert back to his more human form and she wasnt about to have him risk his life for a girl she didnt even know. But obviously if this many Daimon were showing up she had to be important somehow. It was just a matter of figuring out how. As much as she didnt want to get involved in this herself, as this was more so Kios thing as he got to feed off of the Daimons ousia and the nightmares of the souls. While the first thing wascompletely disturbing the second thing was actually pretty good. It allowed the captured souls to move onto the afterlife peacefully, without fears or nightmares after being trapped inside the daimon, so he was actually doing them a bit of a favor. What was the boy exactly? A birthday gift from her mother, and that was all she really knew. Gift or not he proved to be pretty adorable and useful, like now. As soon as Atlantia gave him permission he made his way over to the Daimon behind Kumori, his fangs burying into the flesh of the mans leg, going as far as ripping off and spitting it out. Oh how he hated the taste of blood.\nIll do it. The girl would stand from her spot on the roof, a rosy red blush on her pale cheeks. She absolutely hated going senshi, it involved an embarrassing costume and a corny longer catchphrase, but it allowed her to use some of her stronger abilities so it had its ups. The girl would remove what appeared to be a miniature sfora from her shirt, third pockets always came in handy, clutching it between both of her hands in a prayer position. Alexion Imora Atlantia, Power Make Up! A pale blue light would engulf her body as her work clothes magically disappeared, reappearing with her own modified version of the senshi uniform. If anyone had ever wanted to see what Apollymi might have looked like in one of those things this was as close as they were ever going to get. The tiny sfora in her hand turning into a full blow staff just about as tall as she was.\nThe girl would jump from her place on the roof, landing beside Kumori. Im here to help ok? She would quickly stand up, looking at the Daimon that bit her, currently trying to get his hands on Akakios, You sir, have a very dirty mouth. That and dont you know this is no way to treat a lady. A grin would cross her features as she brought the front of her staff to his chest, Kolasi She would murmur the word softly, the orb of her staff glowing a bright blue before firing a powerful blast of energy, tearing a rather large hole through the males torso. The souls that he had fed off of previously would actually make their way into her staff opposed to up in the air for what ever reason, but that wasnt important right now.\nAkakios, cover me while I heal her ok?\nGot it!\nShe would move down beside the female, looking at the bite on her neck. Im not going to say it isnt bad but it could be worse. Just keep still for me ok? Its going to sting a bit. She would place her palm over the wound, her hand glowing a light pink along with her own neck. She could heal the girl yes, but it would involve transferring the wound to herself, luckily she knew it could be patched up later on.\nMichiru made sure to stay as close to her lover as possible. These things werehorrible in Japan and it never helped that they didnt travel alone, oh no, they were always in groups so getting into a fight with a few was never a good thing. Or at least, not alone. Luckily she always had Haruka, like now. Even so, it wasnt helpful if these things just kept appearing. We need to get the queen out of here! If these things keep showing up well There was only but so much they could do and for so long.\nAgreed. Setsuna growled as she kicked one of the creatures away from her, sending the end of her staff through the ink blot in its chest. Every time they killed a good amount a few more would show up. Just where did they keep coming from? She would turn her attention to the queen and the woman healing her, How long until your finished?\nHow long do you need?\nSetsuna wasnt quite sure of the answer. They could hold off for a few more minutes but she didnt want the queen around if things got to bad. But as of right now things were slowly going downhill. Im not entirely sure, but the quicker you are the better!\nAlright. Wellshe couldnt exactly force it, it would all depend on the wound."
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"value": "Kumori was focused on the task of staying alive. So many people were helping her now. She looked up as the woman approached her - holding a staff in her hand. Her hand clutched her neck still as she took as deep and as calming breaths as she could. She felt it building - like a wave inside her. The voices - the darkness. The screams and the shouts. Everything around her was so sensitive. She felt like she was going to drown in the voices.\nThis was what it was to be a Lunarian. Many people didn't understand it. But the Light Side knew it - but she got all the good stuff. She knew all the hopes and dreams of the world - got everything good. While Kumori, Kumori had everything horribly. She knew that deep in her heart - even if she didn't remember much. She waited patiently as the other woman healed her. Her eyes closing as she listened to the battle around her.\n\"As the tides turn, and darkness rises anew. Chaos awakens - to start the age of Crystals.\" The senshi found her lips moving at a bare whisper. She didn't know exactly what she meant - but she knew somewhere in her heart, it held a deep meaning. Age of Crystals, perhaps other senshi's knew what that was. Did it mean more senshi's or other things? She wasn't quite sure. ANd what was this image of a beat up young man in her mind, that made her heart scream and sob. A promise broken - was all she knew.\n~~~\nHotaru shifted her body - and continued her attack. Making sure to keep the formation around the other senshi working on the healing. \"It's Sailor Atlantia. I do believe.\" She said as she looked at the others. \"The senshi bound to the continent of Atlantis. I think she was sent to help - not sure.\" She commented to Setsuna as she twisted her body and threw another attack. She was thrown back as a young man landed, holding a sword in his hand. She knew him somehow - it was a young man that rang in her heart.\nHe drew half of the Spathi away and vanished through another Alley. But that didn't stop a Bolthole form opening and more pouring out. They throbbed with energy of fresh souls. \"Shit.\" She cursed as she looked towards Haruka.\nHaruka kept her back to Michiru - defending her with all she had. \"It'd be a great time for one of those gods be damned Dark Hunters to show up!\" She snarled as she watched the man run off with a few of the Spathi. Perhaps he was a Dark- Hunter, but he had only taken some of the Spathi's and Daimons with him. There was more to contend with now. And it was only getting worse.\n\"How are we going to do this? It takes four of us to properly hand two of the beaded ones, there is eight of them now. How in the name of the Moon and all that's just - are we going to get out of this one?\" The blonde said as she looked towards her lover."
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"value": "The city of Midgar was said to be the metropolis of the world with its advancements in the production of mako energy thanks to ShinRa Electric Company. However, this was only a partial truth of the glory that many people like to believe in when it came to the city. If you were one of the fortunate ones to make it to the plate and live in the first class world, occasionally second class citizens as well, then you would see nothing but potential opportunity and comforts in life. Those who were born poor, looked down upon as nothing more than street trash were the poor souls who inhabited the seven sectored slums that separated one from another.\nEach slum was in itself its own village, its own city that connected to the others via a roadway and train station. If you were lucky enough to make it into SOLDIER you could even ride the train up to the top of the plate and make it big; however, most simply made due by working in the reactor plants that processed mako from the planet to convert into energy. It wasnt the best style of life, but it was something to get the people by. Day by day it was becoming harder for those who lived in the slums to find reasons to move forward with their daily routine, that is, until a group known as AVALANCHE made their appearance for the greater good. They were every day people who wanted to be more than ordinary, people who wanted the best for everyone, and for the planetso they struck back at ShinRa and their processing of mako energy.\nSure it mad peoples lives easier, but it was killing the planet, and in turn killing everyone else\nWhich brings us to the setting of our story, a train speeding down the railway toward the Sector One Reactor. It was supposed to be a supply train for SOLDIERS who were stationed there; however, it was soon overrun by members of the terrorist faction known as AVALANCHE and their leader Barret, a very intimidating and charismatic African-american male with a penchant for swearing as well as a gun grafted into his arm. Other members of the team were nervously awaiting their stop as the speeding train slowly made its way to a stop, and all of them seemed on edge. All save for a single man in the back of the train.\nYospikywhys it yo punk ass aint got shit to do or say about thiswe going after a Reactorthis is big shit! Barret didnt quite trust the new recruit as of yet, being a former member of SOLDIER, but if Tifa would vouche for the blonde bitch then he was going to give him a chance. The only thing that pissed him off more than Shinra though were cool headed tough guys that didnt give a shit bout nothing.\nThe blonde male, five-seven with an impressively athletic build, opened mako infused blue eyes to watch his employer with a blank stare. He was wearing a blue armored suit connected to combat trousers by a bangle set of suspenders, and wielded the impressive Buster Sword atop his back with ease. A sigh fell from the mans lips as the train came to a halt, and rather than answer the man he simply made an acrobatic leap from the window to the outside area as two SOLDIER grunts were coming to inspect the trainhis blade moving through them with ease. Cloud Strife hated talking about pointless things; this was after all, just a job for him."
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"value": "Barrett Wallace watched the former SOLDIER slice and dice his way through the first two opponents, shaking his head. The silent blonde didn't seem to want to try to go in unnoticed. He looked over his shoulder to the other AVALANCHE operatives that had joined them on the mission, waving his gun arm to catch their attention. \"Hey! I'm not paying yo asses to sit around! Jessie, Biggs, Wedge! Get it in gear so we can get back!\"\nThe other three members of AVALANCHE hurried off the train, going to try to catch and keep up with the mercenary they had hired. The organization had lofty goals, but had a hard time keeping members in the company. Jesse was the only girl out of the present members of AVALANCHE, her dark brown hair in a high ponytail with bangs falling into her face, ignoring the red head band she kept in place to try to keep them back. She huffed, clutching her weapon as she hurried along.\n\"Yo! Spiky! Wait the hell up! You can't do this alone!\" Barrett called after the man before he could disappear into the door way that lead to the countless stairs to get them to the reactor. \"That's what we're here for too you know.\" He seemed like the sort of man who could only yell instead of carry on a decent conversation. Wedge and Biggs seemed like they were better suited to be in a comedy routine than taking part in an important mission, like destroying a reactor."
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"value": "Cloud glanced over toward Barret before watching the man move forward and make his way through toward the first checkpoint they had listed regarding the Reactor. He had not been contracted to AVALANCHE long, but he was all ready familiar at least with those who were present. Biggs and Wedge seemed to be too kind-hearted and humorous for this assignment; while Jesse was a rather talented demolitions expert...and rather attractive when he had the time to notice it. \"Hmph...you forget, I was a member of SOLDIER Barret...\" It may have come out condescending but a single SOLDIER 1st Class was worth more than an entire army when it came to combat situations and they knew it.\nThe enraged leader of the group began to sputter out curses left and right before shooting off bullets passed the spiky-haired male's face. \"Just get yo spiky ass down here and do what you're being paid for...same for the rest of you! I wanna see Marlene ya got it!?\" While he wasn't stupid by any means, Barret Wallace was easily hyped up for things as he moved forward with his group. Bullets fired from his arm taking out some of the ShinRa MP's while Bigs and Wedge slipped through the enemies defenses to get to the first elevator door system. They needed to hold this position down for at least five more minutes before they could proceed.\nCloud sighed, unstrapping his massive blade and simply glanced toward Jesse. He pushed a single set of strands from his face before moving forward into the battle, covering the girl from a series of bullets by turning the Buster Sword flat. \"Pay attention in battle, Jesse...\" He wasn't sure why he saved her, but assumed it would come out of his pay if he didn't before dashing forward into the sea of bullets to by the others time to move forward."
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"value": "Jesse wasn't expecting to be fired on so quickly from the Shinra grunts that were tasked with trying to protect the reactor. She wasn't upset for a moment that the strange SOLDIER Cloud took the time to save her from being riddled with bullets. She looked up to him in amazement, tucking hair behind her ear as she listened to the advice Cloud had to give her. Her face burned hot with embarrassment as she watched the former SOLDIER go and slice through the Shinra MP. She used the time to grant them access to the next elevator.\n\"Yo, Spiky! We're getting close! Stop show boating and get your damn ass on down!!\" Barret called out to Cloud, taking down a few Shinra MPs himself. He was a good long distance fighter, but he didn't fare so well in close combat. \"We've got to take care of these damn idiots so Jesse can have the time to make sure her bombs go off right!\"\nJesse wasn't wasting any time. She moved down to the reactor's core after quickly scaling the ladder, placing the powerful explosives she had carefully carried down with her ."
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"value": "The sound of a light melody rang through the moist breeze. Fall was changing to winter, and you could smell the damp in the air and see the color transition on the leaves. I hummed a light lullaby while raking the front stairs of our miniscule log cabin. The cottage house was just on the outskirts of the small village in France. I lived with my father, a lower class citizen trying to make a career out of his imagination a strong talent I inherited. Being an inventor, there was barely any money going in to the household, but it didn't really matter. I hosted a small vegetable garden in the backward, and we got bread donated from the local bakery. We got by fairly well. I did my best to help around where I could here and there. But it was a small town, and paying for things with gold wasn't really the mode of payment it was more trading items and food, among other things. But still, it was a happy and untouched village.\nDusk was settling in and soon be to transfer over to dark, and my father had yet to return. He should have been home early morning, but no sign or hear from him yet. Of course, it was only normal to be late, some times a couple of days but he was incredibly punctual and I began to worry. I was just about to enter the cottage before I heard a muffled noise to my right. I turned only to be abruptly greeted by Philippe, the horse who had carried my father's cart into the forest. Philippe! What is it, boy? He look confused and whipped his head around while making spitting noises with his mouth. Pieces of wood were dragging behind him. It was the remnants from the carriage. I ran to the door and unhooked a coat .I headed back and untied the broken wood and mounted the horse. I pulled on his reigns and after much struggle, finally got him to set back into the forest. He began to trot, but slowed himself when nearing the darkness of the woods. He made rough hissing sounds before backing up. With sudden flails, Philippe took off running, but turned around, and began to jump around as if something was attacking him. Philippe! Philippe! Whoa boy! Whoa! I was thrown off of his back and he disappeared into the shadows of the trees.\nI stood up from the cold ground, groaning in pain from the rough landing. I was wrapped around in my cloak that I had thrown on before hopping on Philippe. I rolled around on the ground, like an injured worm trying to squirm for life. I stopped in my tracks to the sound of growling. My eyes shifted over to the sight of a pack of wolves looking down at me. A blob of drool fell onto my face. My body began to shiver in fear. Nice... doggies... The leader snapped, and I began to scream at the top of my petite lungs. I rolled around, finally standing on to my two feet where I was being pounced by raging wild animals. They latched onto my dress; shaking their heads from left to right and slowly tearing it piece by piece until there was almost nothing left. I picked up a log and began to defend myself. Once I smacked one out cold, the rest slowly started to wean off. Get away! I screamed. I was lucky, my skin was barely broken; but a few scratches here and there.\nI turned around, almost falling over to the sight of a gigantic castle standing tall in front of me. My legs wobbled over to the gates and I shook them hard until they swung open suddenly. I fell onto my face, the ripped cloak fluttering on top of me. My body trembled in cold. My dress was sprawled all over the ground behind me, in literal pieces, and I had but a few shreds of dress left to cover my thin image. Bringing myself to my feet, I wrapped the cloak around my body and approach the door. Hello? Hello!? Does anyone live here? Papa? Papa? Helloooo? I bumped my fists against the door. I heard the locks crack and cringe open. The door slowly leaned into the house to leave a small opening for myself. I looked around and poked my head in. Hello? My voice echoed throughout the palace. The house was in the dark with the exception of a few candles that lit up the path up a crumbling staircase. I crept up the stairway only to be lead to a dungeon. Papa? Papa! I ran over to the bars where he was hunched over, coughing, and trying to hold my hands.\nBelle...! You must leave! Now! Before it's to- He choked on his own words, coughing out a wad of blood from the back of his throat. I swore in the name of Christ, but he silenced me and continued to speak. Before he comes back, you have to escape. Leave me here... or you will end up just the same, or worse!\nI looked at him confused, He? Who's he? No. I'm not leaving! I'm going to get you out. There was a loud slamming noise behind me. Papa yelled out in protection as I turned around; pushing me away to try and get me to run. But his screams and pleas were blurred out in my mind. The only this I could focus on was the shadow enlarging before my very eyes. My jaw dropped open as I clenched the torn cloak to my nude body. My eyes bulged out of my face in fear. I couldn't recognize the huge figure before me, but judging by the sheer size of the thing, I knew I was in trouble; big, bad trouble."
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"value": "He had once been named Adam, a prince who had been less then kind to strangers, he had power and he rarely respected anyone without the same sort of status. Kindness was not something he was known for but he hadn't considered himself to be particularly cruel to others, just he treated them as their station in life warranted, those with power or money would be treated with a measure of respect while those without would need to learn that he was hardly the sort of person to care about their needs in the least.\nThe old gypsy woman had sought to teach him a lesson those years ago, cursing him in order to try to make him see the value of others but so far it had gone unlearned, if anything it had made him worse. Where before he just hadn't cared about others now he took out his anger on those who passed by, instead of not being willing to help those in need he would instead punish them, like the old man who had recently stopped by trying to get out of the cold, the Beast formerly known as Adam had instead thrown him inside of the dungeon of his manor which had fallen into a state of disrepair.\nThe old man had of course begged to be released, said that he had a daughter that he needed to care for and of course feeling a little bit cruel at that moment Adam had informed him that if his daughter should come then the old man would go free and she would take his place. He hadn't expected anything like that to happen but as he heard the wolves howling that night he had moved to investigate, seeing a lovely young woman pursued by them. He had felt moved to save her, not out of any kindness but more from a lust, something that he had not felt since his body first changed. Could this be the daughter that the old man had insisted would come for him?\nHe had followed her as she escaped the wolves and entered his home, a great deal of stealth being shown by something so large and beastial. Her mostly nude body only serve to further his freshly awakened desire. As ran into the dungeon he took his time following her, giving her a few moments alone with the old man before he interrupted. She will do nicely. He growled, his voice deep and close to that of an animal. Reaching out with one large paw like hand he gripped her arm. I will take her to her new home and be down to free you later one. With immense strength he began to drag her away."
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"value": "Something hairy, something foul, came to grab me that moment. It was such a sudden, violent snatch, that I was taken off my feet before I dragged about. My father screamed behind me. In his pathetic attempt to shake the bars open, he continued to plea for my release. He was a good man, willing to let his own life be taken for the safety of his daughter. But unfortunately, I was a better daughter and I would never leave my dear father to suffer and wither away. No! No! Please! My body lunged for the bars of the dungeon. I held on to his hand, but the strength of the force pulling me away was to great for me to hold on. Wait...! Wait...! I cried out, bubbles of tears beginning to accumulate and my eyes starting to swell. Papa, no! But I was in darkness now, and his face had disappeared. I couldn't see anything. Partially sobbing, I returned to glance at the form that had ripped me from my father. He, or it, was huge.\nMy mind was tangled in confusion as I tried to unravel the possibilities of your kind. Perhaps a cripple? Or just a diseased man? But wait, he was hairy. I dug my long nails into your wrist. Let him go! If you have me, why did him? I kicked and shoved, but it was so use. Who are you? What have you done to my father!? Can't you see he's sick! He needs help! Please! Let him free! My whining didn't see to motive any less bad behavior. Then I quieted down. My hands grazed gently upon your forearm, exploring the means on this shape to fit the puzzle. That's when I realized whatever this was, was not in fact human, but a monster; a Beast.\nWhat... are you? A couple of tears strolled down my face, but they were soon drying up under my eyes and I was too disturbed to shed anymore. Show me yourself! Don't be such a coward! I said angrily, my voice got louder and it's vibe repeating itself down the hallow hallway. In the light, show me! Show me now! I want to see the face I'm agreeing to accompany... My hand finally separated from your grip and I stepped a couple feet back. There was a light graze of light around your shape. You were a much larger figure than I had anticipated originally. An odd shape, with a large torso, huge feet, and a bulky head. I was almost certain now, you were the Devil. Running away was not any option. This place was so big, and so dark, that I was more likely to run into a wall than to find an exit. The only thing I could do now is to plea, wait, and see."
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"value": "If he had known that he was thinking, if he had known that she was thinking that he was some foul animal then he would have probably been enraged, he might be greatly beastly but he was hardly foul, his pride meant that he still put a great deal of effort into remaining clean, often using the lake out behind his manor in order to get clean, even with it frozen over he was unbothered by it, his thick fur keeping him warm even with the ice covering the lake.\nHer nails digging into him was hardly even a bother to him, the thick fur keeping her from being able to reach the skin and piercing it. Still it was a little bit annoying and he would have to do something about to teacher her how to properly behave later on. Your father will be released later on. He assured her in his characteristic growl, even in the dark he was able to see perfectly, his eyes adapted to the gloom much better then her own were. I did promise your father that if his daughter came and would take his place I would release him after I caught him breaking into my home.\nHer demand to see his face though was a rather amusing one, he was more then twice her size and able to drag her along like she weighed nothing at all but she was still trying to fight him in one way or another. Well if she wanted to see what he looked like that was her own call, not a very good idea he would say but if she desired it. Stopping for a moment he reached with his free hand into his cloak and withdrew a book of matches from a small internal pocket, striking one of them on the wall and using it to light a torch.\nWithin moments the hall they were in was illuminated by the glow of the fire which grew and illuminated him despite the gathering shadows. His face was revealed right away, bestial and twisted, horns growing from the fur of his head and tusks from his lips, his eyes like cold blue chips of ice that gazed down at his captive, waiting for her to react in fear to his apperence. I am the Prince of this Manor, but you may call me Master. He informed her as his face twisted into a sneer, his fingers curling around what little clothing she still covered herself with and tearing it away, unconcerned about the cold and draft, if she needed to stay warm she would stay close to him."
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"value": "There was absolutely no point in trying to plea anymore for my father's safety. It didn't sound like you would change your mind or course of action. I had already decided I would sneak out at night to release him, or at least try to find away to give him food or make medicine. I was skeptical about whether or not he'd even make it through the night. But all that was just another concern in the back of my mind. The whole situation was like a wild, twisted dream. I'm in an abandoned, crumbling castle; one that has mysteriously appeared and no one knows about where my Papa is trapped in a dungeon and I, barely holding on to a sheet of cloth, am standing in front of a demonic creature I cannot explain; who wishes to hold me captive as a genre of slave. It was like a horrible nightmare I couldn't wake myself out of, no matter how horribly hard I tried.\nI clenched the shredded material tightly to my chest. My heart beat roughly against my chest, and I could feel the thumping against my hands that pressed against me. My legs were hopelessly revealed in all of their glory; slim, shapely, and slender. My concern was little towards my lower half, I was just intimate to keep my breasts and womanhood hidden behind whatever I could hide behind. Though, as the hallway soon lit up. My eyes hallowed into an empty stare which stormed into fear. I was clearly in shock; staring straight up at you at your animalistic physique. For a short moment, I had lost my breath and not in a good way. My mouth slowly parted as I gazed in disbelief. You were not human, but an animal that stood like that of a man. You had hair all over, and large sharp teeth with horns you were a demon, but not; definitely a beast. I had never seen anything close to this type of creature, and I was at a loss for words.\nMaster...? I gave a slight nod. My question was rather rhetorical. It was more of an agreement to something I wish not to call you by. But I didn't have a choice, and I understood that now. I was no match for something I didn't understand. If I didn't know what I was dealing with, how could I fight against it? I would be an even bigger fool. But your eyes did not look friendly. I let out a yelp as you ripped the cloak off of my nude body. No! How dare you... you... pervert! I covered my private with my right arm and hand, and the other rose to cup my breasts to shield myself from your eyes, but they were already roaming. I looked away in shame, my face turning red. My eyes returned to yours, Now what am I supposed to wear? A shiver erupted over me. It's so cold in here... Trembling was inevitable."
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"value": "Drake had been working for the company for more then 3 years now and in that time he had become one of their best agent to find the \"target\" and retrive it for them before training them then handing them over to be sold. He sat back in his chair all dressed up.\nThere was supposed to be a big party for Celebrities, some A list group who thought that they were untouchable that they wouldn't get caught and disappear like some of those B list stars. Laughing he got up and headed to his car and checked his trunk for all of the tools of his trade. His ropes, gags and chloroform. Getting into his Car he headed out from his house and into the city where the after party was being held.\nDrake was able to slip into the party, conning many people into thinking he was someone important. His dark black hair and dark eyes always gave him an air of mystery. He chatted with stars and producers alike as he looked around for his next targets. Who would the company want now. it had to be someone really at the A list, someone who would actually cause a spark once she was kidnapped and never seen again. Then that would strike panic into them and make them know that they were not safe.\nHe knew that they operated all around the world. Some in shadows and some in plain sight of others. They were able to put themselves into top levels of government. who knew what position they held. But they were bringing these powerful women and taking them to become their slaves to show everyone they they were truly in power."
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"value": "Lindsay Lohan was sitting at a corner table in the far end of the room talking with some other girls and sipping on her champagne from a crystal flute the she held delicately in her fingers to the side of her face, giving herself a gleaming glow like look. Lindsay is wearing a crimson form fitting one piece dress that stopped just below the butt in a small, flat ruffle, Lindsay laughed heartedly at a joke that one of the girls told before she caught a glimpse of a dark haired man she had never seen before, he intrigued her for some reason... He drew her attention... Lindsay excused herself and got up running her hands down her dress to smooth it out before walking over to the man still holding her champagne flute.\n\"I've never seen you before... I'm Lindsay Lohan...\" She said to the man holding out a hand with the knuckles up so he could take it as a gentleman would. After she spoke Lindsay pushed out her lips a little accenting her matching crimson lipstick."
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"value": "Drake nodded and gently took her hand and kissed it. \"Ah my dear Ms.Lohan, I am Drake Ramerez.\" He gave her hand a light squeeze as he watched everyone making key notices of who was around. He also made notice of those whom he worked with that had infiltrated the party as well and who they had their eyes set one. Drake gave a quick nod to one of his brothers who was already heading out where one celebrity was headed out on her own.\nHe grinned and licked his lips just thinking about being able to control these humans. Knowing it was all a matter of time and soon it would come to grab these girls but first he had to think of a plan to be able to get them all alone and one by one so that no one would suspect anything until it was too late. \"Well I must say Ms. Lohan you are looking awfully well tonight I do hope that you are enjoying this party for now. who knows when the next time you'll get to really relax due to a hectic work timetable.\"\nDrake did his best to act as any other star and human but deep down it enraged him as much as he knew it upset the prince that these far less superior and weaker creatures could even think that they were on the top of the food chain. Hell in history all the progress that was ever made was due to his own kind aiding the humans so that they could be used for their own purposes."
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"value": "Lindsay smiled at the man and his gentlemanly actions, it made her happy to know that there was at least one decent man left on earth that wasn't a pig. That's why she had gone to women is cause men were so brutally belligerent with their feelings and the fact that most of them were sexual. Lindsay looked the man up and down again making notes of his dark and handsome features before she spoke again. \"Why thank you Mr. Ramerez, you are looking very well put together your self.\" Lindsay said back before sipping her champagne. \"Would you care to sit with me and talk? You seem to have a head on your shoulders, maybe we can actually have a decent conversation unlike some of the people here.\" Lindsay said with a smile as she motioned towards a empty table near them."
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"value": "Drake gave a short nod of his head and decided to take up this woman and her offer. He also knew that other members of his kind were outside and dealing with other celebrities. All ready Shadow had grabbed his two targets and was deep in the dark looking over the two women. He grinned and shifted over to his natural form, letting his tail uncurl and his ears stand up. His yellow eyes looking over the lovely women that he was ordered to grab. \"Well it seems the music box does work.\" He watched as the two women who were tied together tried to huddle together out of fear. \"Now you will learn my pets, that your old life no longer exists, your new life as slaves begin now.\" And just who were these women who had been abducted and tied together? well none other then Beyonc Knowles and Tyra Banks.\nShadow grinned and watched the two before walking over to them and running a hand against their cheeks. \"Now there is no need to be afraid, All you need to know is that you will learn to please and obey your master.\" and as he stood in front of them they were able to see his slowly hardening cock due to the fact that these beasts did not wear clothes if they were in the warrior class because they were allowed to have anyone they wanted as a reward for their service to the king."
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"value": "Beyonce and Tyra were lying on the ground tied up and gagged down on the ground. Beyonce tried to scream as the man shifted into a alien like form which she had never seen. Tyra was still unconscious lying on the pavement, Beyonce tried to scream again as it spoke in its statically mechanical voice, Beyonce's eyes went wide when the 'things' cock started to get hard right before her eyes. Tyra's eyes started to flutter open at that moment which made her groan, lifting up her head she slowly started to freak out as her mind registered the binds and her gag before her eyes fell on her captor which made her scream against the gag, her muffled voice begging for mercy and to be let go.\nLindsay sat at the table with Drake and snatched a champagne flute from a passing waiter, handing it to the man. \"So Drake, what line of work are you in? I hate to sound conceded so I'll tell you my profession, I'm a actress.... I hate having to feel awkward when I say that but I do cause people are usually like, I know!\" Lindsay asked the man as she finished her champagne and took a new one from a second passing waiter."
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"value": "Shadow looked at Beyonc and Tyra as they continued to put up their struggle. He coughed for a second before spitting out a small black box. \"Much better.\" When he spoke it was almost like a growl, his voice was able to produce an animal like characteristic to it. His tail uncoiled from his waist as he watched the two girls before he grabbed Tyra and lifted her up pinning her against the wall. \"I think I am going to enjoy myself with you before I have you sold.\" He then looked at Beyonc and licked his lips. \"As for you, I think I'll keep you for myself, unless you can convince me to keep both of you and not sell you.\" He watched their reactions as he let his hand glide over Tyra's legs to the edge of her dress.\nDrake looked at Lindsay and nodded. \"Besides helping up and coming celebrity's career's to rise I also run a small import and export business for selective clients. Be it expensive cars, toys, girls and drinks, we can get what a client wants and deliver it to them. and for right now, you're wanted by someone.\" He smiled knowing that she had drank enough of the laced champagne to put her under its spell, to others she would just seem drowsy from drinking but she wouldn't be able to say or do anything, she would be a prisoner inside of her own body. \"Just sit back and relax miss Lohan, it will all be over soon.\""
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"value": "Tyra whimpered and sobbed as the 'thing' picked her up and shoved her against the wall, making her eyes water in pain. When he spoke Tyra tossed her head from side to side and screamed again, her long chestnut brown locks whipping her face in the process. Beyonce tried to get up on her knee's and inch away but fell face first onto the floor with a small muffled cry, Tyra whimpered and started to cry as the beasts hand started to go up her dress, as it touched her thigh and roamed up further Tyra's tears became more and more pronounced as it started to touch the front of her panties.\nLindsay all of a sudden went still, her mind racing but her body not responding to what she wanted it to do, 'It will all be over soon?' What the fuck did he mean by that!?"
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"value": "Shadow watched Tyra and grinned as she tried to struggle, it only made him harder and she would be able to tell as his now hard cock was pressing against her pantyhose clad legs. He then watched as Beyonc tried to squirm away only to fall and not move far. His tail reached out and grabbed Beyonc around the waist and held her up. \"Ah whats wrong feeling left out?\" He grinned and pulled the two girls together and tied their hands together before tying it against the wall so that they couldn't pull away. He also tied each of their legs together so they were unable to move away. \"Now who first?\" licking his lips he pressed himself up against Tyra and rubbed himself against her panties while his hand sneaked up Beyonc's backside and slipped up her dress.\nDrake looked at Lindsay and grinned before gently helping her up from the seat. when a waiter walking by asked if she was okay he simply gave that she had a little too much to drink and he was getting her a cab to take home. He walked her out to the back before leaning her against a car. Once done he stripped her of her crimson dress and tucked it away, instead he dressed her into a short black and white dress and black hose.\nIt was a familiar dress to her but would of been a little shorter from the years but still showed off her womanly figure. He then tied her and placed her in the back seat before pulling out a small black card and opening it. The image looked to be of a boy no older then 17 but he had animal look to him, yellow eyes, pointed ears and fur. \"You have her?..Good..you have the next target order as well.\" Drake nodded. \"Yes my prince.\" He then turned and looked at Lindsay. \"Well your new master is the prince, feel lucky.\""
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"value": "Tyra clamped her eyes shut trying to block out what sh was sure her mind just playing tricks on her, but as the 'things' cock rubbed up against her leg she whimpered and closed her eyes even tighter, Beyonce whimpered and tried to scream again as she was picked up by the things tail and slammed against the wall before having her and Tyra's hands and legs tied together tightly, as it's hand slipped up her dress and groped her ass Beyonce whimpered and whined while Tyra's scream tore through her gag as the thing pressed it's cock against her panties, making her pussy wet itself in anticipation despite her situation, human bodies rarely listened to the minds of their host despite the circumstances.\nLindsay didn't know what to do, even if she did her body wasn't responding to her minds commands, when the man Drake lied to the waiter she tried to scream out that he had drugged her but to no avail. When she got bent over the car and redressed Lindsay started to cry, tears fell but no sound left her as she got thrown into the back of the car. When Drake mentioned the 'prince' she got worried however she still couldn't do anything to save her, let alone show her emotions..."
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"value": "Shadow looked at Tyra and Beyonc and licked his lips as he kept pressing against Tyra's panties. As he pressed against her, he could smell her scent coming through the air. He could smell their body's natural reaction to him pressing his cock against them but he could also smell their fear and that to him was turning him on even more. He watched Tyra's reactions as he pulled down her panties.\nPressing against her he gave her time to get used to his size as he slowly pushed his way into her. He kept his eyes on her as he started to push harder and harder against her. When he was reaching his peak he pulled himself out of her and rubbed himself against Beyonc and grinned as he ruthlessly pushed himself into her and kept going at her. All the while he kept Tyra pinned and used his tail to slip inside of her.\nDrake looked at Lindsay and grinned giving her rear a playful swat. \"Oh don't worry it will be all over quickly.\" He grinned then looked up the intel on his next target. a young musician/ actor a miss Miley Cyrus. \"Hmm this shouldn't be that hard.\" He grabbed Lindsay and helped put her inside of the car laying down knowing the syrum wouldn't wear off until he administered the antitoxin. \"Just to keep yourself ready.\" He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small vibe and slipped it inside of Lindsay and turned it on low. \"That should keep you busy until we return.\" He laughed before walking away from the car and headed back inside to find his next target.\nLooking around Drake used his races's natural skill of tracking through scent. as he had already been given the scents of his targets it wouldn't be that hard to find Miley. He knew she was around here and after a little searching he had found her yet he needed to find a way to separate her from everyone else. He thought about it for a second but then nodded and moved behind her before whispering for her to get up a check a noise in the viewing lounge of the club. He then reached into his pack and pulled out a small round device and turned it on. the sound it made was like that of a music box. He then tossed it over into the lounge and waited for her to go and investigate the music. The music was something sweet and haunting. lulling its victim into a false sense of security and ease. Drake watched as Miley came into the viewing lounge and the music took control of her. \"So they are susceptible to it.\" He licked his lips watching her and moving up behind her."
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"value": "Drake had been working for the company for more then 3 years now and in that time he had become one of their best agent to find the \"target\" and retrive it for them before training them then handing them over to be sold. He sat back in his chair all dressed up.\nThere was supposed to be a big party for Celebrities, some A list group who thought that they were untouchable that they wouldn't get caught and disappear like some of those B list stars. Laughing he got up and headed to his car and checked his trunk for all of the tools of his trade. His ropes, gags and chloroform. Getting into his Car he headed out from his house and into the city where the after party was being held.\nDrake was able to slip into the party, conning many people into thinking he was someone important. His dark black hair and dark eyes always gave him an air of mystery. He chatted with stars and producers alike as he looked around for his next targets. Who would the company want now. it had to be someone really at the A list, someone who would actually cause a spark once she was kidnapped and never seen again. Then that would strike panic into them and make them know that they were not safe.\nHe knew that they operated all around the world. Some in shadows and some in plain sight of others. They were able to put themselves into top levels of government. who knew what position they held. But they were bringing these powerful women and taking them to become their slaves to show everyone they they were truly in power."
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"value": "Beyonce sighed as she moved toward her bedroom. She had just gotten off of the phone with her agent. What she had thought was going to be a precious quiet day was going to be interrupted by some A list party. She supposed that it would be good to promote her new single and it wouldn't hurt if the tabloids caught a flash of her but she was in some desperate need of some down time. It wasn't like she didn't mind being a celebrity, she loved it, but her life was pretty hectic now.\nOnce she was in her designer clothes and her hair and make-up had been done and applied, she had a different attitude entirely. She was a goddess and it was time to flaunt it. It was because of her that a diva had turned into a term to be proud of and she was. She had made something of herself and she didn't need a man or anyone else to help her. She was independent and strong and no one was going to hold her back.\nWhen she arrived for the party, she posed for the cameras outside. Paparazzi were both a good and bad for celebrity appearance and right now it could only help. Everything that she wore was specifically designed for her and she had made sure that she wouldn't end up in the what not to wear list this time. She was perfect and she was happy to pose for a picture to declare it to the world.\nInside, the party was rather dull, as most parties were. She hadn't intended on staying long, just to make an appearance. That was really all that was expected of her. If she stayed too long, she was bound to talk to the wrong person for too long and cause a scandal. She could see it now \"Diva chats with blah blah blah...is there love in the air?\" Ha! Just one more thing to bring her down. She had no doubt that whoever it was she was said to be in love with would also give 'inside information' about a romance that didn't exist."
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"value": "It had been some time but drake made his way through the crowd watching everyone trying to find his next target. He noticed someone speaking to Beyonc and who waved him over. He slowly walked over and gave a quick nod to one of his partners before her turned to face the popular diva.\nDrake nodded and gently took her hand and kissed it. \"Ah my dear Ms.Knowles, I am Drake Ramerez.\" He gave her hand a light squeeze as he watched everyone making key notices of who was around. He also made notice of those whom he worked with that had infiltrated the party as well and who they had their eyes set one. Drake gave a quick nod to one of his brothers who was already heading out where one celebrity was headed out on her own.\nHe grinned and licked his lips just thinking about being able to control these humans. Knowing it was all a matter of time and soon it would come to grab these girls but first he had to think of a plan to be able to get them all alone and one by one so that no one would suspect anything until it was too late. \"Well I must say Ms. Knowles you are looking awfully well tonight I do hope that you are enjoying this party for now. who knows when the next time you'll get to really relax due to a hectic work timetable.\"\nDrake did his best to act as any other star and human but deep down it enraged him as much as he knew it upset the prince that these far less superior and weaker creatures could even think that they were on the top of the food chain. Hell in history all the progress that was ever made was due to his own kind aiding the humans so that they could be used for their own purposes."
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"value": "Beyonce had been speaking to a government official who had wanted her to do a birthday party for his daughter when a strange man came up to speak to her. She didn't recognize him from anywhere and she tried going through all of the big shots she knew. It was always good to great up and comings by name since they could give your career a little boost while they were on the rise but she had never seen or heard of this man before in her life.\nWith the way he acted, he probably wasn't a crazed fan. Most of them would have been near fainting by now and asking for her autograph. This man was so....casual. He had to be important some how. Only important people acted like that around the rich and famous. Even then it got a little crazy sometimes. She had hadstarsgush at her before.\nShe put on a photo-worthy smile and let him kiss her hand.\"Well it's nice to meet you, Mr. Ramerez.\"She told him, acting as sincere as possible. Maybe if she played friendly he would tell her what he was doing here. It wasn't new for agents to invite potential somebodies to parties like these. He could just be a really relaxed person. After all, he had singled her out and was talking to her like this.\"I don't know if this really counts as relaxing but I'm enjoying the party so far.\"She wasn't but it was better to lie about these sorts of things."
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"value": "Drake looked at Beyonc and nodded. \"Besides helping up and coming celebrity's career's to rise I also run a small import and export business for selective clients. Be it expensive cars, toys, girls and drinks, we can get what a client wants and deliver it to them. and for right now, you're wanted by someone.\" He smiled knowing that she had drank enough of the laced champagne to put her under its spell, to others she would just seem drowsy from drinking but she wouldn't be able to say or do anything, she would be a prisoner inside of her own body. \"Just sit back and relax miss Knowles, it will all be over soon.\"\nHe looked at Beyonc and grinned before gently helping her up from the seat. when a waiter walking by asked if she was okay he simply gave that she had a little too much to drink and he was getting her a cab to take home. He walked her out to the back before leaning her against a car. Once done he stripped her of her crimson dress and tucked it away, instead he dressed her into a short silver dress and hose.\nIt was a familiar dress to her but would of been a little shorter from the years but still showed off her womanly figure. He then tied her and placed her in the back seat before pulling out a small black card and opening it. The image looked to be of a boy no older then 17 but he had animal look to him, yellow eyes, pointed ears and fur. \"You have her?..Good..you have the next target order as well.\" Drake nodded. \"Yes my prince.\" He then turned and looked at Beyonc. \"Well your new master is the prince, feel lucky.\""
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"value": "Shiro Asamurahad been searching for the one who'd be her Ashikabi but had no luck whatsoever. She was currently being chased by other Sekirei's like herself, since she was Ashikabiless she was always the main target, they all seeked to eliminate her from the tournament. \"God damn it, stop fucking targeting me!\" She yelled as she continued to lead them into her trap. She was a very powerful Sekirei, she just was limited due to not having an Ashikabi yet.\nFinally reaching her goal she smirked and laughed. \"Well at least you're persistent, but I grow tired of this cat and mouse game. I've got you in my trap now, thank you for keeping up with me...\" She grinned as she opened a dark portal beneath the confused Sekirei as she sent them hurling into it. Where they went not even she knew, but it was far away from her. She went to leave when she saw a girl looking at her. 'Shit did she see everything?' She asked herself as she looked at her. \"Ummm... Hi?\" She said as she walked over to her. 'What's this strange feeling I'm having...?' She thought as she got closer to the girl, not knowing who this girl was exactly."
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"value": "Sarah Fawcetwalked down the street lazily. for weeks now she had hadn't found anything to fill her interests. her friends were starting to bore her with their incessant bullshit. it all seemed so meaningless to Sarah. ever since she moved to japan it seemed like all she got were weak challenges and pathetic failures surrounding her. at this point, she was actively considering just returning to america. it seemed like very thing was just boring for her. little did she know that today was the first day of the rest of her life. a life that would be far more interesting the previous.\nright as she turns around to walk home, sarah is suddenly knocked over by something. somehow, she manages to maintain her balance, and swing her head around, looking at this new intruder. it appears to be a girl. one that seems to be about her age. on this girls face is a seemingly desperate look like she was trying to escape something. for some reason, sarah felt compelled not to be very mad at this stranger. she didn't know why. she had every reason to be mad at this girl for knocking her over, and it seemed unlike her to let it slide. but for some reason, she felt drawn to this girl, finding herself moving closer to her for seemingly no reason. \"hi\" she replied to this strange persons statement in an almost trance-like tone. she felt like something was meant to happen, but she did not know why."
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"value": "As Shino was close enough to almost touch the girl she had felt the pull bringing them together. 'Could this be... My Ashikabi?' She wondered as she looked deeply into the girls eyes. She had been told about what was to be expected when she found her Ashikabi, but she never knew it would be like this.\n\"I.. I believe you might be my Ashikabi...\" She said shyly. \"I know this is sudden but I need to know...\" 'Damnit this girl didn't even look fit to be my Ashikabi but what choice do I have? Sooner or later there would come another Sekirei that will be much stronger than I and that would be because I cannot even tap into my full powers yet..' She thought as she continued to stare at the girl. What the hell, she had no other choice. \"We must kiss if we are to be bound. I am a Sekirei and you I believe are my Ashikabi. We will discuss matters later... But first we must be bound.\" She said as she was now facing the girl upclose."
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"value": "sarah's eyes shuttered as she heard the strange girls rant. it seemed so strange. what was she saying to her? sarah had no idea what an akshibi even was. she couldn't figure it out, that said, she did have a strange urging in the pit of her stomach. it told her to reach out and kiss the strange girl in front of her.\nsarah had never been a lesbian. she never even kissed a girl before. when a guy had asked she had actually punched his lights out. but right now the urge to just reach out and make out with this strange girl was overwhelming. \"what...is an ashikabi?' she asked more in a breath then anything else. her mind was telling her no, but her body was saying yes. she just wanted to take this girl and make her hers. she couldn't tell where this desire came from either. it freaked her out. then after a few more seconds she couldn't stand this magnet attraction between the two. she roughly grabbed the girls arms and leaned in and gave her a strong kiss. her tongue plunging deep into the other girls mouth."
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"value": "Shino couldn't deny the calling, the pull that was slowly binding their bodies together. This girl was to be her Ashikabi and whether or not they liked it, they both had to accept it. She knew it was fate that they met like this. I was something they could not have escaped from even if they had wanted to. The girl roughly grabbed her and kissed her strongly, it was so intense.\nTheir tongues danced with one another as their kiss lasted. Shino's wings had burst from her body, proving that this girl was her Ashikabi now. Breaking the kiss slowly she looked deeply into the girls eyes and then got down on one knee and kneeled before her. \"My name is Shino Asamura and I am your Sekirei. There is a great tournament taking place and all stray Sekirei's must have their Ashikabi, or master/mistress before the finals. I am bound to you as you are me. I am your to command and do with however you please. However you must take part in this, we cannot escape or else the squad will come after us and kill us.\" She said as she continued to kneel before her Ashikabi. \"There is a prize at the end of this tournament however... The last Ashikabi and his or her Sekirei standing will have one wish granted to them, whatever they desired.\" She finished as she kept her position. Waiting to hear what her Ashikabi had to command her to do."
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"value": "As he examined himself in the mirror of the platform 9 platform Draco couldn't help but smile, everything was going just how he had hoped it would. After his success in arranging the invasion of Hogwarts at the end of last year his family had been elevated back to their former status, undoing the damage that his father's failure to bring the Dark Lord a certain prophecy had done. More then that though, more then just the Malfoy name had risen in status, now Draco was a rising star among the Death Eaters and as the youngest Death Eater he had a particularly important title, he was the Dark Lords faithful servant, his eyes and ears among the students at Hogwarts.\nTrue Snape was now Headmaster, and other Death Eaters held teaching positions at the school, but Draco would be a law unto himself, able to do whatever it was that he might like. Whatever he wanted was his to reach out and take, one thing in particular of course.\nLeaving the restroom Draco moved through the masses, people getting out of his way quite quickly. He was on the hunt now, there was one thing that he had always wanted but been unable to take because of circumstances in the past, she would have rejected him but now she would have no choice, like it or not she would belong to him.\nGinny Weasly, beautiful blood traitor would be his, the excuse would of course be that he was only doing it to make Potter and his friends suffer. It didn't take long though to see the flash of red that gave her away, the grace, the delicate beauty... she was going to be his.\nPushing his way toward her he was soon not far behind, pressing his wand against her back and his mouth beside her ear. Weasly. He whispered to her. I suggest you go into the train compartment on your right... and if you attempt to draw your want I will of course make you regret it."
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"value": "It was difficult, bidding goodbye to her mother and father on the edge of the platform. Mollys eyes hadnt been dry since her second-youngest childs departure, and it was only Ginnys well established sense of dignity that kept her own eyes dry. Tears seemed to be contagious around the Burrow. After hearing that Ron was leaving with Harry and Hermione, she had been tempted to simply refuse to return to Hogwarts but that would be stupid of her, considering all of the trouble that it would cause for her parents and siblings. As much as she loathed the idea, the most reasonable thing to do at this point was lie low and try not to stir up too much trouble. The would see how long that could last. It would be a minor comfort to return to the school and see the classmates she had been worried for over the summer though Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and various others.\nShe had only just boarded the train and escaped the view of her parents, resolving to go look for her friends in one of the compartments, whenever she felt the harsh prick of a wand pressing into her back through the thin material of her tee shirt and hot breath at her ear, sending an involuntary shudder of outrage down her spine as she realized whose mercy she was subject to. She wanted little more than to close her fingers around her wand or give her elbow a good jab into his stomach so that she could run, but neither choice was a real option unless she wanted herself hexed into next Tuesday. She would have to wait for her opportunity.\nGrudgingly, she obeyed the command and turned directly into the right hand compartment, waiting until she heard the glass slide shut behind their bodies to reach into her pocket and slip her wand out and turn to face him, putting a couple of feet of distance between them in the process. The farther away from Draco Malfoy she could get, the better. She hadnt the faintest idea what he could want that called for such seclusion, but had immediately decided it couldnt be anythinggood.Ditching out of her sixth year to go with Harry, Ron and Hermione was beginning to look better and better, to hell with her bloody safety. What is it, Malfoy? Havent you got somewhere else to be?"
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"value": "She wasn't trying to fight him or yell for her friends, that was a very good idea considering he already had the drop on her and had learned a nasty spell or two from the older and much more experienced Death Eaters. Not that he wanted to her her, Merlin no, he wanted to keep her all to himself and hurting her would only throw his plans off quite a bit. He wanted her to grow to be his willingly, to bow at his feet and serve him faithfully. As she drew her wand on him he only smiled a little bit at her, she wasn't going to be able to hurt him.\nI don't really have somewhere else to be Weasly and neither do you... now I suggest you put up your wand. He said, a tone of mockery in his voice as he slid his wand away into a pocket of his suit jacket. Crabbe and Goyle are expecting me in about an hour, completely unharmed and if you have cast even the most harmless spell on me then then Mr. Longbottom and Ms. Lovegood will be suffering a great deal at their hands. Not entirely a bluff but not something that he had planned out ahead of time, however to anger him would lead to problems for them.\nNow sit down and relax. His face was crossed by a small sneer as he saw that as he took a seat himself, crossing one leg over the other. He was trying to put her at ease, no reason they couldn't be polite about this. I am about to make you a very nice offer and once again accepting it is the only way to keep your friends from experiencing a great deal of pain. Now the sneer was more evident then ever before, Draco in true form with someone at his mercy, someone who would not dare oppose him. From this point on you belong to me, you will serve me however I like and if you fail to do so... well I don't think I need to threaten your friends again."
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"value": "He suggested that she put up her wand. She almost snorted at the comment, but her lips turned down in a slight frown whenever he obliged first by sliding his wand into his pocket. How could he be so confident that she wasnt going to put him in a world of pain at that very moment? Cocky death eating prick. She let her wand drop halfway to her side, but didnt put it away. She didnt like being cornered, even if he didnt have his wand at his disposal. Crabbe and Goyle? It was impossible to keep the amused skepticism from her voice. Im pretty sure Neville and Luna would hold up. It was true that her friends were far more advanced magic users than either of Dracos cronies, but she knew that she was lying. Just like she couldnt hex Malfoy into an inside out slug, Luna and Neville couldnt raise their wands to defend themselves. It was the higher power they were messing with at this point, and to put it gently, they were sincerely fucked.\nAs if she could relax. Ginny pressed back against the window, leaning against the glass rather than sitting down on the bench. How long would it be before Neville or Luna got concerned and came looking for her? Before Malfoys hour was up? As she listened to him his proposition her wand arm fell to rest at her side, and she stared at him for a long moment. And then she laughed. It bubbled up in her throat and escaped her lips before she could think of it. She wouldservehim? And he thought that his idle threats to Luna and Neville would convince her of that? She didnt like the idea of being punished for hexing him or his lackeys, but if he was really gettingthissmug with his position, then he had another thing coming.\nDidnt he? Her laugh faded as she took in his expression. He was quite serious hell, he might even expect her to be pleased with his offer. She cocked her head, studying him for a moment before she straightened and shoved her wand back in her pocket. She was leaving. Go fuck yourself, Malfoy."
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"value": "Her lack of concern for her friends was a little bit amusing, did she think that his friends wouldn't have learned a trick or two after the whole DA thing that Potter had put together. While Potter had taught his friends defense against the Dark Arts the Slytherin students had learned how far behind they were in experience and knowledge, without telling anyone they had banded together and shared what they had learned from their families... what had come from this was a great deal of shared knowledge and experience in some rather nasty curses and hexes...\nCrazy girl and Longbottom would have a nasty surprise in store should they run into Crabbe and Goyle now, especially since Slytherins now outnumbered any of the other houses, Mudbloods having fled the school and since Slyherin lacked any at all they now had quite a numerical advantage. SO much power, and as Head Boy Malfoy would be the one in charge of the Slytherins and the students who were smart enough to see the shift and align themselves with the proper power.\nIt seemed however that Ginny wasn't smart enough to see what was coming, laughing at him and then trying to walk away without his permission. Such profane language to the man who she would soon acknowledge as her master. Standing quickly he moved forward, pressing against her while his hand kept her from drawing her wand. His body was pressed fully against hers, even though the clothing he could feel her softness against his own firm form. You don't seem to get it do you? He asked, his voice a low growl against her ear. The Order lost... The Dark Lord is now in charge and that means that blood traitors like your family are in a very delicate position while my own family now has even more power. If you won't submit to me then I can take you by force and no one will do anything to stop me."
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"value": "She shouldnt have been stupid enough to stow her wand away, but it was too late to think about that now. Ginny stiffened as Draco moved fluidly to his feet, cutting off her path to the compartment door with the barrier of his solid frame pressing so closely against her own, the long fingers of his pale hand closing around her arm to make sure she couldnt whip her wand out on him. This distance was disconcerting not because shed never been so close to a boy, but because shehadand she had never planned on being so close to Malfoy. She didnt want to feel the warmth of his body pressing against hers, or feel the contrast of his firm muscles against her soft curves.\nShe tilted her head away slightly when his hot breath touched her ear, a mildly annoyed attempt at tugging away. She couldnt comprehend anything he was saying mostly because she didnt want to. The way she saw it, things may be utterly dismal, but as long as Harry was alive there was still a sliver of hope. The muggleborns had fled, but she didnt blame them what choice did they have? They had more freedom than she did at the moment, even if they were on the run.\nBut being in a delicate position was not going to stop Ginny Weasley from being anything less than the typical spitfire shed forced everyone to know her as. And Dracos new stature wasnt going to earn him anything unless he had a damn good way of forcing her into it. She could ignore his threats in their close proximity, and the mild flutter of her pulse an effect of adrenaline brought on by anger is what she dismissed it as. What she couldnt ignore was his snide barb in regard to her family. But if he was going to be so calm, then she wasnt going to act out like some snot-nosed brat. He wanted to play his game, then he could bloody well play it. Id rather be a blood traitor, she returned sweetly, than suffer from inbredity. Isthatwhats wrong with your logic, Malfoy? Your dear old dads banging his sister? Certainly explains the resemblance, doesnt it?\nShe shifted against him, making to sidle around his body even as she snatched her arm from his grasp and yanked her wand from where shed stowed it in her pocket. At the same time she closed her fingers around the handle of the compartments door to yank it open and move out into the cart where someone would at least see her. She wasnt sure if Draco was willing to cause a scene or not or if he would even need to. He may have locked the door, or snatched her back before she could make it past the compartments threshold."
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"value": "Pushing him off was one thing, trying to ignore reality was another thing but it was something that he could ignore, later on he could teach her the error of her ways. Right now her problem was that she had dared to comment on his family, to make accusations of inbreeding. It wasn't even the commentary on his parents, it was the commentary on pure bloods that she was making, had she forgotten that her own family was pure blooded, that they had been a respectable family once. How dare she besmirch the honor of pure bloods everywhere. She would need to be taught a lesson in how to be proud of her heritage.\nAnger trusting his featured Draco grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her against him, despite his anger his arousal was pressed solidly against his back, so rare was it that any young lady offered him any sort of challenge to him. You will learn better then to speak to me like that. He whispered as a hand curled up around her neck, squeezing lightly while the other hand began to tease up underneath her shirt, he didn't have the patience to wait any longer for his prize, he wanted her right then and there.\nI am a Death Eater, I am in charge right now... you can either serve me or your friends will suffer. Every student in the school who wants an in with the new powers will be looking to kiss my ass and I will have them punish your friends every time you deny me what I want. He didn't really want to hurt her, it would accomplish nothing in the end but by threatening her friends he would be able to get what he wanted from her. Submit to me Ginerva or else you will all suffer at the hands of myself and my friends."
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"value": "Who the bloodyhelldid he think he was, yanking her around? Ginny only just managed to refrain from letting a shout of surprise escape her lips whenever he grabbed her once again, pulling her back from the compartment door. She tensed at the feel of him stiffening against her and closed her eyes for the briefest moment. The feel of a hardened male pressing against her wasnt new, but she hadnt imagined she would ever have Malfoy at her back. His arousal, paired with his mouth at her ear and his fingers curling around her throat brought her breath up short.\nAnd as his fingers brushed beneath the hem of her shirt, dancing across the soft, sensitive skin that was so seldom exposed, she found herself writhing, jerking back toward him in an attempt to escape his touch. In this position, it was far easier to grasp how right he was about her situation. It would take only a flick of his wrist or a nod of his head to have a hoard of his cronies on top of Neville or Luna or any of her other friends and though they were damn good wizards and witches, all hell-bent on eradicating the student Death Eater posse, there werent enough of them to take on the Dark Lords new recruits. Draco especially had risen to sit on his throne, and could indeed do anything he wanted. Any way he wanted. And who would he have to answer to? Her. Because she had too much pride and self respect to bow down to him the way he so obviously wanted.\nIll speak to you however I like, she hissed, squeezing her brown eyes shut. Would Neville or Luna blame her? Probably not but she couldnt bring herself to put either of them in unnecessary danger. She didnt want them punished, not on her account over Malfoys sick idea of a good game. Just because the spoiled pureblood monster wanted to have his way. Keep your goons away from them. This would be much easier if she could look at herself as noble for submitting to him, letting him have his way for the sake of her friends. But she couldnt. What would they say? What would her brothers say? Or Harry?\nShe shoved those thoughts away, only noticing now that her hands were free both of them digging trimmed nails into the wrist of the intimidating hand at her neck. What do you want? Her voice was a whisper as if she was afraid of being over heard. Or maybe it was the fact that she felt like she couldnt breathe. Whether that was an effect of the pressure on her neck or the pounding of her pulse and shortness of breath, she wasnt sure, but she wished it was less noticeable. She scraped her nails over his arm, dragging up the tailored sleeve of his suit in an all too obvious attempt to draw blood from his alabaster skin and lifted her lashes to glare forward at the door. Her only way out, and he was holding her just in front of it. She didnt know if she wanted anyone to interrupt them now not in this state. The embarrassment would be too much to handle if she was going to be subject to that sort of torment, she would rather let Malfoy do as he pleased in private than have anyone know hed had her in the first place. Which brought a whole new flood of panic who was he going to gloat to? How much of a laughingstock was she going to be when he got done with her? She didnt want that she couldnt have it."
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"value": "Talia was glad to finally be off that damned plane and in her hotel room that she had gotten under the name Natalya Borovsky. She lay down on the king size bed that dominated the large room. She decided she would unpack her things later, after a quick nap. She planned to go out tonight and see if she might be able to catch a glimpse of the Batman. She wondered exactly how much trouble she would need to cause to bait him to come after her. She didn't want to seem too much of a threat though. She didn't actually need him chasing her down; she just wanted to see him. This was the man whom her father had trained. He had also been trained by some of the same masters who had trained her, but she felt that she clearly had the advantage. Talia had been trained to be an assassin since she was a child. Unlike Batman, she was not afraid to kill. In fact it was the whole reason why she was here.\nShe had heard that during his training, the man who was now Batman had refused to kill a thief. He clearly had not been the homicidal type, but why was her father dead now? What had happened here a few months ago that led to her fathers death? She could reach no other conclusion that Batman had had a hand in it. Tahlia swore she would find out what had happened, and she would make him pay.\nShe knew who Batman really was: the billionaire playboy of Gotham City, Bruce Wayne. She remembered seeing him, watching him during his training. Her father had warned her to stay away from him, so she had been careful to never be seen. She wanted to get to know both Batman and Bruce Wayne, but the playboy would have to wait. Tonight her toy of choice was Batman.\nHer thoughts were rudely interrupted by the phone ringing on the nightstand by the bed, barely a foot away from her head: A short, blaring sound, unlike any ring she had ever heard. It made her jump and took all of her control to not throw the damn thing across the room. She was hesitant, completely aware that no one knew she was here, but answered it anyway, switching immediately to her alias for her trip, a Russian heiress, her accent obvious but she spoke perfect English.\n\"Hallo?\" She asked cheerily.\n\"Good evening Ms. Barovsky. This is the front desk, we are just checking in to see if there is anything you need.\" The women on the other end asked politely. Talia had barely gotten up to her room 5 minutes ago, what the Hell could she possibly need?\n\"No, I am fine. I actually think I am going to....\" she pretended to search for the right phrase \"turn in early. It has been a long day.\" She informed the woman.\n\"Completely understandable, Ma'am. I'll make sure no one bothers you.\"\n\"Thank you so much. I won't hesitate to call if I decide I want something, I assure you.\"\n\"Wonderful, Ms. Barovsky. You have a good night.\" The smile was audible in her voice.\n\"You too.\" With that, Talia hung up the phone, considering disconnecting it, but thought that might be too suspicious if any one at the front desk decided to check up on her again. Instead she simply turned the ring volume down. She had gotten the most expensive room in the hotel which she was slightly surprised was readily available when she had called to reserve it barely two weeks ago. She lay back on the bed allowing her thoughts to return to revenge. It didnt take long for her to fall asleep.\n-Several hours later-\nAs Talia walked the streets of Gotham near her hotel a couple hours later decked out in black leather, she had a feeling it wouldn't take long until she found some one to 'play' with her. The crescent moon was high in the sky but offered very little light below, which unfortunately was needed. Some of the street lamps were flickering, some were off. It made Talia smile inwardly. It definitely wouldn't be long now. The streets were fairly quiet and orderly though there were a good amount of people walking around as well. There was a certain alley a couple blocks down that Talia noticed most people were going out of their way to avoid. As she neared, she could hear the commotion going on inside. She stopped to watch. There were at least 10 men huddled around....something in the very back of the alley. It took her a few moments to realize that they were gambling, throwing dice most likely.\nAfter about a minute or so, one of the guys finally noticed her. His eyes locked with hers, and it was obvious to Talia that he expected her to simply walk away, but when she didn't he roughly tapped the shoulder of the guy standing next to him who also looked up at Talia. Both men started to come over to her and it took barely a few seconds before every one elses attention was on Talia as well. \"Are you lost little girl?\" the second guy asked, his voice taunting and condescending. Talia did not back down, in fact she smirked at him.\n\"If I was lost, I definitely wouldn't ask directions from the likes of you.\" she informed him, switching back to her regular, subtle Arabian accent.\n\"So, what is it exactly that a guy like me can help you with?\" He retorted as he stopped right in front of her.\n\"I want to play.\" she stated firmly.\nBoth men began howling in laughter. The first guy looked back at the other guys. \"She wants to play!\" He announced, and they all started laughing as well. Doubling over, falling into one another.\nTalia chuckled softly. Her hands had been in her pockets the whole time and she brought out her right hand which had $2,000 in 20's. She held it out to the men before her. \"I want to play.\" She repeated. Both men stopped laughing immediately as their eyes fell on the cash. She pushed past them, cash in hand and went to silence the others with even more cash pulled from her left pocket. She had $4,000 total and threw it down before them all.\n\"I think it's my turn.\" She told them, holding her hands out for the dice which were readily given over to her.\nIt took her less than 20 minutes to get her money back and also the money of every man standing around her. She quickly counted it up in front of their stunned faces. It was barely $6,000. She rolled her eyes. \"Well, thank you gentlemen for wasting my time. It almost makes this $2,000 not even worth it.... almost.\" She giggled as she pocketed the money and stood up making her way from the alley.\n3....2....1....\n\"Hey, wait a minute!\" Called the first guy. Talia stopped and turned. \"I got another game we can play.\" he said as he walked up to her. Talia smiled and pretended to be excited. \"Really? What is it?\" He came right up to her and grabbed her upper arm roughly. \"It's called 'Give us the money or we'll kill you.'\"\nTalia suppressed all urges to laugh out loud. \"Hey, I won this money fair and square; most of it is mine anyway!\" She spat back at him. He responded by clumsily back handing her. With a sharp cry, Talia allowed herself to fall to the ground. She allowed the guy to drag her up by her arm and throw her up against the brick wall. She even allowed a few of the other guys to crowd around them in an attempt to block her in. She feigned heavy, nervous breathing, her hazel eyes darting around to all of the guys' faces.\n\"She's a pretty one, Jay. Maybe we shouldn't kill her just yet.\" Came a voice from some one who was blocked by the guy now pinning her against the wall. She could only assume that he was Jay.\n\"Yeah, you're right.\" He agreed, his eyes now filled with feral pleasure as he looked her up and down.\n\"Let go of me!\" she demanded, bucking against him in an obviously futile attempt to free herself. The men barked in laughter.\nWell, thats enough of that, she decided, before viciously head butting Jay. He fell to the ground. Talia refused to let the dizziness of the blow take over her as she grabbed the 2 guys standing on either side of her and brought them together. The sound of their heads colliding echoed in the alley. Three other guys looked at her wearily, but weren't about to let her get away with taking out their friends, so they all attempted to tackle her at the same time. She jumped up, grabbing onto the fire escape, and laughed as all the men ran into the brick wall. She dropped, landing hard on one of the guy's back. He groaned loudly and she stepped down onto the ground. The last four guys stalked over to her. Within 2 minutes she had all four of them disabled. One with a concussion like the others, two with broken arms and the last, sadly, was dead due to a broken neck. All 10 men now lay scattered around her. She grabbed the money from her pocket and threw the bills in the air, letting it rain down on top of them. \"Your friend is dead. I hope it was worth the $4,000\" she murmured, certain that at least one of the guys were awake enough to hear her, before she jumped back up onto the fire escape and climbed up onto the roof of the 10 story building to wait. She quickly reached into the back pocket of her black leather pants, and pulled out a small black mask. Even though the roof was well shadowed by the neighboring building, she placed it over her eyes. Just in case Batman found her, she didnt need him seeing her entire face. She could already hear the sirens approaching; she could only hope they were heading in her direction."
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"value": "The cons of leading a double life as Batman:\nChances of putting anyone that you love in jeopardy are heightened.\nChances of living are always decreased whenever you go out to fight crime.\nWhile these may be true, the certain thing that annoyed Bruce at the current moment, as he felt his room door closing, was the fact that he only had around 4 hours of sleep to run himself off of. Alfred had came into the room with breakfast and as Bruce's eyes opened, annoyance was in his mood. However he distinctly remembered having a conversation with his butler about the things that he must sacrifice if he wanted to be Batman. And sleeping in was one of those sacrifices. That specific protein shake that Alfred made for him every morning was handed to him and he drank the glass clean, handing the glass back to Alfred. Alfred smiled and looked around the decorated room. \"Master Wayne, are you sure that you should be sleeping in a house that is not exactly protected?\" He asked, as he opened the door of the room to show the hallway. The hallway had numerous pictures that Batman had taken of the few girls that he enjoyed taking out. He was thinking of taking the pictures of those other girls down, since he had Rachel still in his mind... Bruce shook his head. The room that he was in was built securely by himself, it was warm, nice, and big enough to suit his liking. The hallway opened up to 10 other rooms, one of the rooms being a kitchen. \"I've told you before, I'm sure that I am safe as I can be. After all, I'm not scared of anyone that wants to mug me.\" He replied, sitting up and flexing his muscles slightly, as if he was concerned if they weren't going to be there.\nBruce stood up and he walked over to one side of his wall, a library of numerous books. Nearly all of the books on this cramped shelf were his, excluding a few on the bottom that were Alfred's favorite. His hands scanned along the sides of the books, smiling that gentle smile as he took a book off of the shelves and opened it to the middle page. Page 354. He pressed his thumb onto one of the lines, horizontally, and the book scanned his thumb print. Then the bookcase opened to a more eloquent elevator for his Batcave. Alfred did not seem surprised. \"So quickly to venture into your cave, Master Wayne?\" He asked, and Bruce laughed slightly before he walked into the elevator. Alfred followed and the two men descended into the cave. Bruce opened up a secured locker with a key that he had pulled out of the elevator console, near all of the buttons, and he gave it to Alfred to put back. He then looked at his suit. His symbol... his pride and symbol of hope for the people of Gotham... under his house. Alfred seemed slightly worried that Bruce was putting on the suit so soon. \"Must you go so quickly out into the dangerous world Master Wayne?\" Alfred asked. \"Surely you can at least go to your company first and see if there is anything new that they can show you. Or call up a woman to have fun with.\"\n\"It is not about fun, it is about fixing the problem.\" Bruce replied, running his hand over the suit that he has been using tirelessly the past few years. He noticed that it had some wears and tears and he glared at them, as if the tears were going to mend themselves from Bruce's stare. \"You have a point Alfred, I have to talk to Lucius about fixing my armor.\" He replied, not looking at Alfred as he said this. He took the armor out of it's casing and he looked at all the other gadgets that he would be using on his adventure tonight, and realized that he needed a few new ones. His old gadgets were starting to wear out. Picking up a suitcase, Bruce placed the armor, and the depleting gadgets into the suitcase and then closed it, smiling. \"Would you like to accompany me to the door?\" He asked. Alfred smiled. \"Of course Master Wayne.\"\nBruce waited in the back seat of the car as Alfred drove him to the Wayne Enterprises building. He had his suitcase in the trunk, and pulled it out as he got out of the car. His blue eyes turned towards the building, his company. He loved it. He walked through the building, passed security, and walked straight to Lucius' room, explaining that he needed to trade in his armor for a new pair, while his old armor would be repaired or something along those lines. Lucius agreed and handed Bruce another suit, one that needed to be spray painted black first. Bruce showed Lucius the depleted gadgets and he got new ones of those as well. He smiled as he thanked the man, and then walked out of the building, satisfied. The rest of the day had been spent up, listening to financial advisers telling him how he should be spending his money. And he didn't really want to listen to any of them. He contemplated firing one of them, considering that most of his spent money was focused on weapons that no one knew about. He was driven back to his house (if it could be called that) and he descended back down into his Batcave. He spray painted his armor black, practiced martial arts on a few new testing dummies that he was given, and had gotten used to all of his new gadgets at the time. Throwing bats, slingshot hooks, and the usual gadgets, all that needed some calibrating for his missions. He was all ready as night time had risen on the city. Bruce smiled as he put on his armor, placing the mask over his face. \"Have a good night Alfred.\" He replied in the raspy and almost unrecognizable voice that he used for his persona.\nHe jumped into his Batmobile and then drove out of the house, turning on stealth mode as he did so. He silently drove around the city, undetectable by any radar or other cars. But when he noticed a particular amount of cop cars gathering around a certain alleyway, he had parked the Batmobile around a corner that was a few blocks away, and he began his work.\nHe pulled his grappling hook out of his belt and shot it into the fire escape on the side of one of these buildings and with the press of a button, he had ascended upwards onto the ladder. A few staircases and he was on the rooftop. He looked at the amount of space between the buildings and he then jumped, deploying his memory foam cape and forming the shape of a bat for now, as he flew from one building to the building that was to the right of these supposed murders. A tracking and listening device that he placed on one of the cars (through a silenced gun that he used previously in his Batmobile) had explained what had happened. Apparently these men were taken down by one woman, and one of them was killed as well. That meant to him... no mercy. He saw a woman that was standing on top of a building and he quickly contemplated his way of confronting her without making any noise that would drive her away. In this darkness, he couldn't see anything, so she could have a grenade or a gun with armor piercing rounds for all he knew. But for now, he had to be careful. He disengaged his cape and landed silently on a building right behind her. Batman then felt his fists clench as he looked at this murderer... this woman that killed one of these men and beat up all the others. Whether it was accident or not, a murder was a murder. He would have to talk this woman into turning herself in, despite how much she probably wasn't going to. He engaged his cape again and jumped off his building, landing on the woman's building. \"You think that you have any right... to kill?\" He asked her, his raspy voice showing off part of the anger that was in it. \"You don't have any right... to take the life of another.\" He had his hand on his belt, just in case he needed to use any of the gadgets. Sleeping powder... throwing bats... ect. \"I am going to give you a chance to surrender and be tried under a jury of your peers. Or else...\" His blue eyes stared at this woman, the tone of his voice and the anger in his eyes showing these true feelings. Visions of his mother and father dying in the street had played in his head as he looked at this murderer. They always played when he looked at murderers. He hated all of them..."
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"value": "Talia heard the sharp but soft sounds of air moving behind her, and the whipping of fabric. Her breath caught in her throat and she went perfectly still as if somehow hoping that the darkness would simply envelope her and she would become invisible, but she knew it was too late. He had already seen her. His nearly undetectable landing sent a sharp jolt through her body, and she began to breathe again. His voice sent shivers down her spine and memories of him so long ago flooded her mind. She was very well aware what he was capable of and while she wasnt afraid, she was hesitant.\nShe wasnt exactly expecting him, at least not such an obvious confrontation with him. She had expected him to first investigate the scene, which was the only reason why she had stayed to watch. But now that he was right behind her, she didnt quite know what to do and he was too close for her to run with any hopes of getting away, but, on the other hand, maybe a chase would be fun. A smirk played on her lips but she pushed the idea out of her head. She needed to try to get him to let her walk away.\nThe irony of his words were laughable and yet enraging all at the same time. Talia had to resist all urges to succumb to either emotion. He couldnt know why she was here yet. She needed to get under his skin first. She let out a soft sigh, and turned her head ever so slightly to acknowledge his presence, but not enough that he could see her face or the mask she wore, her hair was in the way. A light scoff escaped her before she said anything. You speak as if you saw it all happen, and as if your justice system works. Her voice was soft, low and calm. She was also trying her best to hide her accent, but speaking American wasnt exactly easy. You and I know very well, that it is nothing but a sham. You are the direct product of that.\nTalia flipped up the collar of her leather jacket, and stepped up onto the raised outer rim of the roof top, slipping her hands in her jacket pockets. She turned to her left, the collar of her jacket still hiding at least half of her face from view, and the mask hid the rest, as she began to walk along the edge. Her head was down, but she wasn't so much watching her step as she was simply trying to keep her face more hidden behind her popped collar. She had no problem with him seeing her face, she was expecting it eventually, but for now, she wanted to be as mysterious as possible. Besides, I have no peers. Well, none that cant be manipulated. She added with a shrug. Who do you think a jury would believe? The beautiful, seemingly innocent woman? Or some street thugs? Instigated or not, they touched me first and any one of them will tell you that, except the dead one, of course. She stopped and turned her head just barely, so that she could see him out the corner of her eye. The pictures she had acquired of him did him little justice. Granted most of them were fuzzy chance sightings, still.... After a moment's hesitation she finally turned to face him. She had to see him completely. She stood perfectly still and her voice was deadly serious. Only you would find me guilty of foul play, but your opinion is skewed and twisted. You are no better than me.\nShe shrugged again, her body relaxing. I have no record. No previous crimes. No reason for anyone to believe that I could be capable of anything. Except murder as a means to protect myself against 10 dangerous men. I can go to the police. I can make up a tearful story why I ran, and then I would be let go. Why bother waste my time? A smirk played upon her lips. You should look me up, though. My information is on the money. I believe you will be pleasantly surprised by what you find. I know a lot about you, I suppose it is only fair.\nShe stepped down from the ledge and eyed the fire escape behind Batman, before looking back to him. \"I think the most important thing that I should tell you is that, plain and simple, your police nor your government can touch me. In the end, this will be between you and me. You can have at me now, for you are the only one I give permission to touch me, but I ask you don't use your toys. It wouldn't be very fair. Or you can let me go, and hopefully next time you can catch me in the process of doing something naughty.\"\nShe began to make her way across the roof, wondering what he would do now...."
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"value": "Batman's eyes were showing the diligence that was within his character, as his hands remained near his utility belt in case she were to pull anything funny. His baby blue eyes were the only thing that was bringing color to this dark symbol of justice and skewed opinions of right and wrong. She was correct that he was the product of a city that had run out of hope, and managed to luckily get a symbol in time to rely on. But on the other hand, Bruce had done this for a reason. He had become Batman because he wanted to be able to bring all of that hope back, to make the city think that it had a chance for change. And change it did. The city was amazing now, boasting powerful businesses and a lesser crime rate that made Batman start to wonder if he should even be fighting. But at the same time, crime never stops. And it has only been a few years since the days of corruption had been plaguing this city like a poison. From the woman's words, she had the connections to that kind of blackmail, extortion, and blatant lies that he was trying to combat. As his fists clenched slowly out of anger, he let them relax. Just the thought of him bringing her into the jail, would make the anger go away. \"I am a product of hope and justice in a city that needs it.\" Batman replied, in the same growling voice. \"I am here to combat misfits like you. Murderers.\"\nWomen always had it easier. And when it came to the legal system, it was sad that this was still true. She did have the ability to lie to these cops and get away with murder. And since Batman was unable to take a picture of this kind of crime, he had no evidence. This woman would be cleared instantly, and would be thrown back into a city that is like a playground to her. The thought of two cops taking off her handcuffs and throwing her out into the city with a pat on the head had angered him. All these emotions... boiling up inside of him. He had to control. Had to relax. \"I am not better nor worse, for we are all human. But you are a murderer. Under the eyes of the law, you deserve your sentence in jail. A trial. But since you are unable to cooperate with any of those things, it looks like I am going to have to give you what you want.\" His hand instantly grabbed a throwing bat and threw it at the woman, attempting to have it slice some part of her body. He used that slight distraction to try and gain the upper hand on her, since he knew that this woman was dangerous. If she could kill one and take out 9 more, she had some kind of power with her. For a second, he remembered taking down several prisoners back when he was arrested, but that passed as he moved forward.\nHe tried to take advantage of any kind of weak spot that he could find. First his forearm attempted to crash into her stomach, followed by an elbow to her face. And he would also slide his elbow to the right, attempting to cut her or her clothing with the spikes that were on the back of his elbow guards. He followed up with a headbutt, a knee to the stomach, a shoulder smash into her shoulder, and then if she was still being uncooperative, he would jump back and use his newly designed Net Gun. This gun shot a folding and collapsible net out of the chamber that fashioned around the first solid object that it hit. Sure she said not to use his toys, but they were not toys, and he was not going to play fair for a murderer. If he missed with this net gun, he would go on the defensive, since she might have a few punches or kicks of her own to display."
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"value": "Things weren't exactly going according to plan for Ginny Weasley, on the Hogwarts Express on her way to her 6th year at Hogwarts, sat in a compartment completely by herself. There were less than half the students onboard that would normally be there, many too scared to dare set foot in public, let alone somewhere like Hogwarts. She wasn't scared though....although god knew she probably had more reason to be than most. Well....she used to anyway. During the summer she and Harry had finally expressed their feelings, kissed....and what did he do? Did he stay with her? Did he give up on his selfish quest for vengeance to be with her? No, he had ran away, left her behind. Hell, thanks to him her home had been burned to the ground! Well she'd taken all she could....6 years she had waited for him, 6 years she had tried to catch his attention, make him jealous and what did he do? Go off with that slut Cho, 'the bicycle of Ravenclaw'....well enough was enough, now....now Ginny had her sights set elsewhere.\nShe wasn't stupid, she could see the way things were going. As determined as he was, Harry was still nothing more than a child, a child without Dumbledore to guide him anymore. Well Ginny was sick of being nothing more than a cheerleader, being ridiculed as Harry Potters second or third choice. It was time for a change, it was time to embrace feelings and urges she'd been suppressing for a long time now. Ginny knew what was happening to her...she had known about the darkness in her heart ever since that incident with the diary, and until now she had simply locked it away, resisted whispered promises of power in her dreams, but it was time to stop resisting, it was time to take what should be hers.\nThat was when she saw....when she looked up and eyed the pale skinned 7th year patrolling the train. A slight smirk crept onto the teenage girls lips as she silently stood up, moving over to the door of the carriage, waiting like an animal ready to strike. As soon as he was in position and his attention was diverted, Ginny opened the carriage door, grabbing Draco Malfoy and yanking him inside, closing the door behind her. \"....So....enjoying your little patrol Draco?\""
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"value": "It had all gone down perfectly, Dumbledore had died and now after months of plotting the Death Eaters were now in charge of the ministry, even the minister was in there pocket and would soon be replaced by someone who didn't need to be kept under the Imperius curse in order to keep them following what the Dark Lord had in mind. Perhaps even his father would be made the new Minister Draco thought to himself with a small smirk as he made his way through the train, going through the duties he had as the schools head boy, a wonderful little bonus that came from Snape being the headmaster.\nIt was all perfect though, who would have thought that things would progress so quickly after the death of Dumbledore, Draco had figured that it would take a few more months for things to reach the point where they had but now Potter was a fugitive and Death Eaters were pushing all the Mudbloods into hiding, all of them being hunted down and dealt with. Potter and his friends probably thought they would end up saving the day and changing things back to they way there had been but what they didn't realize was that there was no going back... things would never be the same as they once were.\nHe had just scared a few third year students into hiding in a compartment for a few hours, this was done for no reason other then the fact that he was a little bit bored. Maybe he should make his way to the back and have Pansy get on her knees for him, at least that would help pass the time a little bit. That whore sure knew how to work a dick. However before he could actually do so he was grabbed and pulled into a compartment by... by Ginny Weasly, he had heard that her brother wouldn't be at the school. Could it be that the red head was looking for some sort of revenge. Reaching slowly for his wand he narrowed his eyes a little bit. What do you want Weasly, I have more important things to do then deal with you right now... unless you feel like sucking me off."
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"value": "\"As vulgar as always Draco....\" Ginny frowned and shook her head at his little comment....but then again she hadn't expected much better. For all the power and status that Draco had earned, he was still the same spoiled brat at his core...so cocky....so confident....well that would make things easier so perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing. \"Try to stop pissing yourself Draco....\" Ginny turned her back on him, walking back over towards the window of the compartment, the words sounding rather unusual coming from her. \"I'm not going to try and take revenge on you for anything, I'm not so petty....I have more important things to be concerned about\" She stared out of the window, rain beginning to pound against the glass as the train continued down the tracks. \"....Things are different now...the world is changing....and I don't intend to be left behind...\"\nShe frowned, clenching her fists tightly, her reflection in the window seemingly obscured by an odd darkness that seemed to eminate from nowhere. \"Nor do I intend to be on the losing side....the side full of desperate idiots trying to cling to the past....I wont make the same mistakes, I wont throw my life away in a pointless struggle that will end in failure no matter how hard I fight it....\""
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"value": "He was watching her carefully as she spoke about how she didn't want to be on the loosing side. Something odd was going on here and Draco had no idea what it was. Perhaps she was attempting to pull some sort of trick, getting in with the Death Eaters. Could it be that little Ginny was planning some sort of assassination attempt or did she think that he would let his guard down and she would be able to take him hostage? Well whatever it was she seemed different but he wasn't just going to trust her just yet and his hand moved over the grip of his wand ever so carefully, ready to draw at a moments notice.\nI might be a bit vulgar Weasly but I have better things to do then hear you babble endlessly. Draco sneered, he was feeling something off and went with his default reaction to anything, distrust and curiosity in equal measure. Now I get the general idea of what you are saying but it hardly matters, if you can't show me that you mean what you are saying then I am just going to have to ignore you... or perhaps even turn you over to the head master."
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"value": "Ginny knew he wouldn't believe her, not at first anyway. She had been prepared for that, though no matter how much she had thought about it she hadn't been able to think of an appropriate way to prove it...well....not except. The girl frowned again, she wasn't overly fond of the idea....but still....if that was what it took to prove herself to him....then she'd do it....she would rather do something like that than just let herself get killed. \"Hmph, turn me over to the headmaster? Well you go ahead and do that if you want....it's you that will be missing the opperunity to earn favour after all...\" Ginny smirked slightly, slowly turning around to face him. She seemed....different now that Draco would get a good look at her. She still looked the same, still sounded the same, but her presence was....different....darker....more powerful. After all....she had a fragment of Voldemort himself inside of her...a piece of his very soul.\n\"But if it's proof you want....\" She took a slow step toward him, seemingly unconcerned with Draco's grip on his wand. \"Then I'll give you proof. Take it out\" She folded her arms, her gaze moving down slightly. It might almost be like she was referring to his wand, but the direction of her eyes was just a little different, a little more....central. \"You wanted it sucking didn't you? Well take it out if that's what you still want\""
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"value": "Lyxanna breathed a sigh of relief as some crewmembers walked right over her. When she had made this plan she had planned for a small crew, light opposition, a standard raiding party at most. But this target had a veritable army on board his ship. Once the crew was out of sight she continued sliding through the ventilation duct beneath the floor. This was a seriously old design too, not many ships still had such antiquated systems anymore. She smiled to herself, her gain. It had made the infiltration a whole lot easier, being able to sneak through the ship without having any run ins. As much as she enjoyed fighting, she didn't want to fight so many ruthless mercs.\nShe slid around onto her back and held up her Omni-tool, checking the schematics to make sure she was in the right place. While she waited for the uploaded specs she shifted uncomfortably, the vent was slick with some kind of lubricant, which made it easier to move, but it was starting to work into the cracks in her commando suit. And it was making certain motions....awkward at the least.\n\"Okay....five more meters...\" She deactivated the tool and flipped back over, her breasts plumped up against the duct-walls due to the constricted space. \"Damn it...why couldn't I have been born a B-cup?\" She whispered, mostly to keep herself company. Five meters farther she came up on a slotted vent hatch. Being very quiet she slid up to it and peered below, and seeing her target. She smiled. Perfect."
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"value": "There was an intruder on board the Frigate Scorpion, Theron had been alerted about a half an hour ago when they had tripped one of the ships more subtle detection systems. Sure most of the systems on the ship looked antiquated but Theron had made sure to upgrade some of them in strategic places, let any would be assassin be put at ease by the simply evaded systems while the less obvious ones trip them up. The only problem with this strategy was that he had been unable to use cameras to get a good look at the intruder. That hardly mattered though, there was only one of them and from the sensors that were being tripped off it looked like this intruder was heading to his quarters, perhaps the intruder was an assassin sent by any number of people that Thane and his crew had pissed off.\nAs he slowly stretched, the alert having woken him from his sleep, he considered alerting the other members of his crew and sending them on a hunt to track down the possible assassin. That however would lead to him losing the respect of the crew, if this person were coming to kill him then he would have to deal with it himself. This might seem slightly dangerous but Theron was confident in his own skills, that and the lubricant that was inside of the vents the intruder was crawling though... a passive defense designed to make it difficult for the person to move about once outside of the vents, keeping them sliding about instead of attacking him.\nMoving quickly he dressed, pulling on his combat armor, black plate over black mesh, it might be clich in color but it was a classic in his mind. Then his weapon was selected from his personal weapons locker, rather then selecting something like his rifle which would be used to kill the victim outright he chose a small custom made pistol, something that he had designed to use for hostage taking missions, when he and his crew were kidnapping a dignitary rather then just grabbing something of value and leaving.\nThen it came down to waiting, Theron turned down the lights in his quarters and sat down on the edge of his bed, soon the intruder would arrive and they would learn not to mess with this Drell Pirate."
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"value": "The target, a Drell pirate captain named Theron, seemed to be getting ready for combat. She bit her lip. He would have been a much easier kill had she got there before he put his armor on. But that didn't matter. She was going to get him anyways, and now she'd just have to work for it. She was curious however, they were no where near a planet when she came on board. Perhaps they had crossed into a shipping lane....that was a plus for her since it would offer her and easier getaway. But still....what was he getting ready for? If she was discovered she would think the whole ship would be up in arms....crap she didn't have time for idle thoughts. Time for action. As soon as the lights went off she placed her hands against the grate, ready to blast it loose and attack. Once she saw him sit down on his bed she enveloped herself in a biotic field and surged it outward, bursting the bottom out of the vent. She dropped to the floor, and immediatly slipped, falling painfully on her rear.\n\"Shit!\" She cursed as she jumped to her feet, only to slide again. The lubricant from the vent was incredibly slick, and she could barely get a grip on the floor. Fuck this wasn't how it was supposed to happen! She was vulnerable, so she followed her instinct and rolled over behind the captain's desk. Fuck! FUCK! This was bad. She wasn't killing anyone covered in this crap! But she had to kill Theron before he sounded the alarm. Again, instinct took over and she did the first thing that came to her mind. She focused and generated a powerful biotic field around her body again, then rolled over to her knees, and kicked off the wall, using the field to propel her body towards the Drell.\n\"Time to die!\" She knew it sounded so cliche, but her pride was badly wounded from all the flopping around she'd done with that lubricant. She had to do something to make herself feel tougher..."
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"value": "The moment he saw the vent blasted open his mind went into overdrive. Like every other Drell there was Theron had an eidetic memory and while his might not be triggered by combat, rather he remembered something else in perfect detail, he still had an excellent memory on his own. It took only an instant for him to match up what he was seeing to a past target, a powerful Biotic user that had nearly turned an entire raid balls up on his own, it seemed that his would be assassin wasn't in the same class as that individual though.\nHer abilities was the first thing that he recognized, the second was her race. An Asari assassin and a rather beautiful one at that, even by the standards of her kind. A sneer creased his lips as she began to slip because of what he had coated the inside of the vents with, a powerful clear lubricant that would make it difficult for to stand, and it was doing his job. It took everything he had not to just laugh at her as she slid and fell on her ass. Even as she slid to behind his desk, no doubt trying to take cover and reevaluate whatever her initial plan had been. Unfortunately this gave him plenty of time to aim his stunner in her direction, it seemed that his plan to take his would be attacker alive, before he had wanted to torture them to find out who had sent them but it seemed like it would be so much more fun to keep her. An Asari consort was a status symbol and now he could have one.\nReally, that is the best you can do? He asked as he threw himself aside and fired off a short burst in her direction with his stunner. Really he had half expected her to launch his desk at him rather then trying to throw herself in his direction, did she perhaps have some skill at close combat that would give her an advantage or was she just that inexperienced. For a quip it is really kind of sad."
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"value": "She had expected him to dodge, but she had hoped he wouldn't. At least in close combat she could use her enemy to keep upright as she locked him up with grapples. Her lithe, flexible physique would have given her the advantage, and even the lubricant would have helped her keep out of his grasp. But instead he fired off a burst from a stunner, which most of the shot dissipated once striking her biotic field. But just enough got through to paralyze her left arm. The dead weight caused her to shift and slam into his bed....hard.\n\"Fuck!\" She groaned. This was unbelievable. That she could fail this miserably was completely unacceptable. Worse was that torture, interrogation, and death had to be swiftly approaching if she couldn't pull of something miraculous. At least on the bed the lubricant didn't make her slide, the cushion allowed her to come to a knee.\n\"FUCK YOU AND YOUR LUBRICATED VENTS!\" She growled and lifted half the stuff in the room, and with one surge sent them flying at him. Her mind was clouded with rage and embarrassment, so her accuracy was poor, but she was making up with it with the sheer quantity of objects being thrown, and the force of the throws. As each object flew she picked up something else, data-discs, chairs, desk, anything she could get a grip on."
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"value": "His reflexes had been as sharp as ever and his training paid off, she hadn't hit him and it looked like he had shut down her arm. A pity that it hadn't been enough to truly disable her, with her Biotic abilities she was still a threat with even one arm working. Still he had her just where he wanted her, she was already loosing her temper because of the lubricant, it would make it more difficult for her to fight him effectively. On my bed already, it seems that a good Asari knows her place. He was antagonizing her, he kept his calm when he was fighting and the focus gave him the advantage but she seemed to be at the mercy of her emotions.\nHowever it seemed that perhaps pushing her buttons to much might not have been the best idea as his entire room seemed to fling itself at him. He was rather agile and flexible, having trained his body to be in peak condition but still there was to much for him to dodge all of it, instead he just looked to where the object were at their thinnest and threw himself toward that spot, doing his best to weave his way through the mass of potentially deadly object. Several of them struck him, most striking his armor and one glancing off his head without harming him to much. As he did this the stunner was raised again, letting loose several more shots as he drew closer to her.\nA pity that he had no Biotic abilities of his own, perhaps given some time he would pick up a few tricks just to allow him to fight those with the abilities on an even ground, but until then he had to rely on what he already had."
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"value": "Nothing was working....even as she tore the room apart he ducked and weaved her assault like childsplay. The best she could do was a few minor hits. Meanwhile another volley from his stunner slammed into her body. Now that her biotics were projected outward her barrier was at minimum strength. The last shot made it through and hit her square in the chest and she went limp on his bed. She cursed and sluggishly kicked out at nothing. Damn it! How the hell did this happen?! How could it have gone wrong to this degree? It was absurdity! It was like a poorly written build up to a bad Batarian Porno-vid!\n\"Fuck you!\" She growled, unable to control the anger that made her body taught and ready to snap....if she could move of course. Her body was numb, the shot to her chest shocked her nervous system, so she could only just barely move her core, as for her limbs they were sluggishly functional. There was no turning this around at this point. Maybe she could at least antagonize the Drell into killing her quick.\n\"Don't even bother asking you...you....Goblin!\" She remembered the word from some time she'd spent with some human history fanatics, they particularly were obsessed with this fictional setting involving a great deal of things that were completely absurd and absolutely impossible. \"I'm not telling you anything so go suck a Batarian and kill me now!\" She managed to struggle herself against the wall and glared at him. \"Come on! Be a real man and use something besides a stunner! Finish me off before I recover and tear your spine out! COME ON!\""
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"value": "A small amount of blood dripped from a cut on Therons head where something with an edge had caught him, fortunately it wasn't dripping into his eyes so he just pressed a hand to the wound, trusting pressure to slow the bleeding down considerably. The last thing he needed to do was bleed out when there would soon be so much fun to be had, his own private Asari consort, maybe share with the men if they behaved himself but first and foremost she belonged to him.\nHe didn't know what a goblin was but he had a feeling that it was something quite insulting, perhaps later on he would punish her for for that slut but right now he had more important things on his mind, a stunner might be a useful weapon in this situation but it was slightly unpredictable, one could never be sure quite how long it would last. Before she was able to get herself moving again he would need to make sure that her biotic ability hadn't rebooted. He was however lucky enough to have picked up something from Batarian slavers a few months ago that would serve him quite well in this situation and as luck would have it she had thrown that thing at him in her rage.\nYou will end up telling me who sent you. He said with a small shrug as he bent and retrieved what he had been looking for, approaching her with it. If not now then later. Reaching out he brushed a few fingers over her face and neck before sliding the repressive collar into place, feeling it lock into place. The collar was a simple little thing, black leather with a ring in the front and a locking mechanisim in the back, but beneath the leather was advanced circuitry that was designed to repress biotic ability, allowing for easier slaving. But I have no need at all to kill you, keeping you alive will bring me so much more pleasure.\nHis fingers traced down her face and neck, down over her body lightly, beginning to peel away her bodysuit. You made a mistake coming here to fight me... and soon you will learn that."
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"value": "\"Wha? NO! Back off!\" Lyxanna struggled and tried to slither from his reach as his fingers brushed her skin. His touch was not what she was avoiding though, she new exactly what that collar was. Unfortunately she had no ability to resist as it snapped into place. She groaned as a draining sensation washed over her mind and body. The collar worked by basically shutting down the portion of the brain that controlled biotics. A little known side effect the device had on Asari was that the brain had to reroute non-biotic signals through different areas, most importantly the ones that handled inhibition and suggestion. Neither good things for someone about to be interrogated....accept he did not appear to care about interrogation yet...\n\"Fuck off you bastard!\" She growled as he began pulling off her bodysuit bit by bit. This wasn't happening....she wasn't prudish, in fact she was one of the Asari that gave her kind their reputation of promiscuity. But this was different, as his fingers moved over her body she squirmed. If her fate was unclear before it was crystal now, he was going to have his fun, she was going to be humiliated and violated, by who knows how many of his crew. Her pride only went so far....\n\"Please! Don't do this...I...I will tell you everything! Please!\" She hated the sound of her voice....especially the almost indiscernible arousal caused by the damned collar...."
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"value": "The effects of the collar, primary and secondary were well known to him though the secondary had only been taken as a rumor at first. However in the edge of her voice he could hear something, could that be arousal combined with how she was begging him and offering to tell him anything? It seemed though that the stunner was wearing off because she was clearly able to quiver under his touch and twitch quite a bit. With a small sneer on his face he hooked his fingers into the body suit and gave a sharp tug, it held for a few moments but soon began to stretch and tear open, revealing her body to him, as perfect as all of her kind.\nHonestly I really don't care who sent you, I have to many people who want me dead to be bothered with that sort of information, you are a much more valuable prize then any of that. Leaning down his tongue flicked out and brushed over the side of her neck before his teeth lightly bit down on the flesh, teasing her. I do pretty good for myself, piracy is good business but it doesn't bring in the money I would need for my own Asari.\nReaching down he ran his deft fingers over her womanly folds, normally he wouldn't care if his victims enjoyed it but after what he had heard about an Asari the more pleasure there was for her the more he could be feeling. Even the lubricant in the vents coating her and seeping through her body suit was making her body feel slippery... easy to play with, this was going to be a great deal of fun."
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"value": "Fuck what was she doing? She grimaced as her suit was ripped open, revealing her naked skin to the reptile. Part of her sighed in relief as her heavy breasts were freed from the captivity of her....NO! She growled and squirmed. This wasn't right! She didn't want this! She wanted to kill the bastard running his hands over her...but it was useless. She couldn't fight him...and because of the damned collar her own mind was turning against her. Lyxanna squirmed under his touch as best she could, trying to maintain some semblance of resistance.\n\"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU you BASTARD!\" She screamed as his tongue snaked over her neck and his teeth raked her skin. The simple action sent shock-waves over her purple skin, making her toned abdomen quiver. She writhed as his hand slid between her legs, her voice a lingering whimper at most.\n\"Please....\" She whimpered. \"...Don't....\" Was all she could get out for fear of actually moaning, which would be insufferable. There was no way out. He was going to take her, do with her as he pleased and throw her to his cronies most likely....maybe...maybe she could trick him. Her mind lit up...maybe she could feign subservience and bide her time! Once the paralysis wore off she would have another chance! It would mean....giving herself to this....freak...but the alternative was worse. Oh gods what was she thinking! She couldn't just give herself to this Drell! It had to be the collar but her mind was racing....sorting through pleasure and humiliation and the faintest hope of escape...."
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"value": "Her screaming at him was pointless, she really couldn't do anything to stop him, her motor functions temporarily shut down and with that collar around her neck she wouldn't be able to use any of her biotic abilities to stop him. His deft fingers slowly ran over her body, never ceasing their movement and teasing every inch of her exposed skin as he slowly removed the remains of what she had been wearing until her body was completely nude and exposed to him, and even as his hands worked his mouth followed, his tongue flicking out and teasing her nipples, running over her soft flesh.\nThen once satisfied that she was completely unclothed and perfect for him he backed away from her and began to strip himself of the armor that he had put on, making sure to lay the stunner far outside of her reach. He took his time to undress, laying the armor aside piece by piece until he stood as nude as she did, his large and ribbed cock standing out from from his body, practically leaking precum from the tip as he looked over his prize. She was probably thinking that she would be able to handle him once the paralysis wore off but she wouldn't stand a chance.\nYou might as well keep begging me, you can't get away from what is coming though embracing it will make it so much more enjoyable for all of us. He teased as he moved back over toward her, reaching down to spread her legs wide as he took position. I expect my little whore to show me every trick she has at her disposal and if she fails to do so I will hand you over to the Vorcha on my crew and they will be much less gentle then I. Then without warning he thrust forward roughly, pushing deep inside of her with a single hard thrust, his hands on her hips pulling her onto his dick as he did so."
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"value": "Lyxanna squirmed and growled as her body went to war with her mind. The Drell's touch was fire and lighting at the same time, teasing and taunting her senses with his deft fingers. And his tongue made sure her body fought all the harder, the wet muscle assaulting her sensitive breasts. She was losing it big time, it was taking every ounce of her will to suppress a moan. Just when she thought she was going to break he stopped and stepped back. Oh gods he couldn't be done....part of her was aching for him to return....the other was thankful for a reprieve. But when she opened her eyes and saw him stripping she started squirming again.\n\"No....\" She mewled. By the goddess he was hot....shit! NO! But he was! In a bar, in a shuttle, anywhere else under different circumstances she would be turned on by his lithe, hard frame....his dark green scales....and that dick! Her eyes widened, she'd never seen a Drell's phallus before so she hadn't thought about what to expect. It was thick and long, a very good size, and heavily ribbed. She couldn't take that inside and keep her cool, not in a thousand years. That sold it, her mind crashed and she knew the only choice she had was to play along, and pretend later that she didn't like it...\n\"O...okay....y..you win....\" She said panting, her will cracking with each word. \"Just don't...don't give me to the vorcha....I will do anything!\" And then without warning he plunged inside her, the hard ribs of his cock grinding their way through her insides and hitting her upper spot the whole way.\n\"F...F..FU..FUUCK! A...aah! Goddess!\" She screamed loudly and lewdly. It was like someone vibrated her spinal chord right up to her brain and turned the heat up in her body. She bit her lip, suppressing the urge to cry and growl at the same time, and moaned instead."
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"value": "This was his own little slice of heaven, right then and there to be buried balls deep inside of an Asari except while other men often had to pay for the affections of an Asari consort Theron had this one all to himself for as long as he wanted. Of course she would also be an excellent way to boost moral of the crew, even as he slide deep inside of her and his arms wrapped down around her to pull her body against his Theron's mind was racing, plotting and thinking about how to best take advantage of this.\nYou like this don't you whore? He asked with a sneer spread across his face, his tongue slipping out to run up over her neck, he wanted to have every one of his senses attuned to fucking her, after all he would remember all the details perfectly. TO busy playing with all the humans that infect the galaxy to play with the Drell... by the time I am done you will beg for permission to ride my cock, you will suck off my pet Varren at my command in the hopes of getting favor with me. He would break her down, an Asari might be free spirited but if he broke her and had her willingly using her talents and skills to please him then how much fun would he be having.\nQuickly with great dexterity Theron moved up higher on the bed with her and rolled over, so that she was now ontop and his hands were soon on her hips. Move ontop of your master. He growled, feeling a little bit lazy at that moment. Later on he could fuck her violently but she was off guard right now because of the collar and he wanted to take advantage of her as best he could until she managed to regain control of herself. Fail me and the crew will be allowed to fuck you in the ass."
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"value": "She panted and tried to regain her composure, she had not expected his ribbed cock to hit her senses so hard. Her hips were quivering with him inside her as he taunted her and pulled her close to him, his iron body only furthering her from self control. This was not going to work and she knew it, this damned collar was going to turn her into the ships little whore.\n\"Yes...yes I...like it.\" She cooed as she stretched her neck out to give him more room to play. It was true she had rarely ventured beyond humans and other Asari. Once she'd been with a Hanar, but that was it. This Drell was far superior in many ways, from his muscles to his cock....gods she couldn't be thinking like that. Wait....suck of his Varren? She groaned as his tongue swept over several of her soft spots. She couldn't imagine....though with this collar she may not have a choice....she prayed to the goddess that it didn't come to that. All hope was lost when he rolled onto his back and demanded she fuck him herself. There was no way she could do this and keep control....at this point, perhaps it was better to give up control willingly than to have it robbed from her....\n\"Yes...master...\" She cooed as she braced herself against his green chest, his scales were slick as much of the lubricant on her had been transferred to him as well. Laying there she caught an angle of him that made her insides melt, his highly toned abs stretched out before her, slick from the lubricant. Trailing up to a tight, powerful chest....there could be far worse individuals to suffer this with. Running one hand down his body until she placed it against his navel, she raised herself up on his cock, the ribs still playing hell on her senses and making lewd noises as they slid out of her. Lowering herself down she moaned as his thick member filled her perfectly. Then she picked up speed, as she adjusted she moved faster and harder, her fluids leaking copiously down his cock as she drove up and down on him."
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"value": "\"Ah. Home sweet home. So much space! So much room! And the walls aren't padded so you can bang your head off of themallday and do yourself as much damage as you like. Oh... this is the life.\" He was a man of theatrics, with a laugh that struck fear in to the city. He was unpredictable, dangerous, insane. For years, he had terrorised Gotham City with his murderous rampages, and that gas that he used -- the toxin with horrible side-effects. The citizens knew him as the Joker. And he missed the meetings with his old, retired foe -- Batman. Removing his trench-coat, the Joker tossed it to the side and watched as it fluttered a short distance on to the wooden floor of his hideout. \"Things to do... number one. Buy a new coat-stand.\"\nHis residence was situated in a long, open-spaced loft on top of an old building in Gotham's Industrial District. At the very end of the room were the large windows that looked north towards the remainder of the city -- and giving him a front-row view of watching his grand plan(s) going in to action. The long walk to the window took him about ten seconds with his slow pace, a noticeable spring in his step -- his worn white suit in need of repair. There was always time for changing outfits later.\nOne of the long walls was decorated with hundreds of newspaper cuttings and photographs of his oldpalBatman. Years of writings and ramblings, made up stories and true life tales of how he had foiled another bad guy's scheme. Joker was in plenty of them, but Two-Face, Riddler and various other criminals all had their equal share of the limelight. What saddened him greatly were the ones that told the end of the Dark Knight's story. Pages upon pages of his retirement, and how it would effect Gotham. What would they do now their protector was gone? The articles that celebrated his resignation -- the outspoken members of the press and government -- were all crossed out by the Joker, who frowned upon their words. Where was the fun in committing crime if the big bad Batman wasn't there to spoil the day?\nIn front of the window was what really caught his attention. First, someone had kindly left an old armchair a few yards away from the glass, facing outwards like it were a throne for a King. It was badly scratched up, and was a deep purple colour that seemed to match the Joker's usual bad comical dress sense. On the right arm was a chain, which descended towards the floor. What was attached to the chain was what he wasmoreinterested in. Slumping in the chair, the Joker yanked suddenly on the chain to wake his poor prisoner up. Some of his goons had knocked her out and brought the woman here a few days ago, dressed in her cat-outfit and shackling her to the arm-chair (which itself was bolted to the ground) with a rusty chain that fastened to a thick collar around her neck. It had been tightened just a little too much to be comfortable, and it's length prevented her from actually climbing on to the chair. Rope around her wrists also restricted her movement, while a pair of cat dishes -- one with water, the other with what appeared to be cat food (it's true identity was a mystery, but it was perfectly safe to eat) would help any hunger or thirst.\nEventually Joker let the chain go, allowing her to breath once more. He leaned over, keeping his head inches away from the maximum distance she could reach with those claws of hers. \"Wake up Kitty... Joker's home.\""
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"value": "It wasnt the jerk of the chain that yanked her into full wakefulness, but the breath catching in her throat, gagging her as her eyes flew open to search for the source of the sudden obstruction to her already limited air supply. Shed drifted in and out of consciousness for days, never managing to be able to make herself uncomfortable enough to escape exhaustion. Not that she wanted to. She preferred to force herself into the sanctuary her muddled mind offered, rather than waste her time and energy squirming around her tether to take in her surroundings. There wasnt much to look at, apart from her city view and the long wall of clippings all featuring the retired Batman. Shed long since taken a gamble at where shed been dragged to.\nSelina Kyle was right. Or Catwoman. She was Catwoman right now, suited to attire. She blinked slowly at the Jokers face as he leaned down to her, biting back a wheeze as air rushed over her parched throat, through her eager lungs. She only vaguely remembered the incident that brought her there the flurry of movement, vibrancy of painted faces, glitter of discarded jewels and finally, the pressure to the back of her head that ended the struggle. She pulled forward against the chain toward her captor, only to find that shed jerked up to the end of her slack.Meow.\nShe shifted, slipping back down to the foot of his chair. Maybe if she wasnt the one on the receiving end of the leash, she would be able to appreciate how witty the method of incarceration was. She glanced to the side of the old wooden floors, quirking one eyebrow so that it disappeared beneath the mask of her PVC cat suit. The cat bowl of water was all too enticing, but with her hands tied, she wouldnt be able to pick it up to get a drink. And like hell was she crouching over to lap it up. It was the same case with the food though that was more because she hadnt the faintest idea what the meal was composed of. Shed starve before she even nibbled at it. Just looking at the contents of the bowl caused the ache of hunger to fade. The water though The water made her throat burn.\nShe shifted on the floor tucking her heeled feet under her bottom as she lifted her head to look up at her subjugator and licked her lips. The remnants of her days-old lipstick tasted oily, and only served to amplify the desiccation of her throat as her pink tongue slipped back past her teeth again. If shed been untied, the Joker would have a whole new face to sport whenever he left his hidey hole or maybe if shed been untied, she wouldnt be feeling so destructive. Straight to the point was the best path to take provided he didnt feel like playing games. But that was doubtful. Why go through the trouble of bending her into this position if he couldnt take pleasure in seeing her at his mercy?Shewould certainly take her time to enjoy her handiwork. Still, she asked, her voice dry. What do you want, Joker?"
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"value": "\"I want your talents, Catwoman! These days, it's so hard to find someone that's good at their job. I mean there's me, of course, but I can't be in two places at once. Who's going to help commit all my crimes when I'm sitting in my chair, laughing away at Gotham going up in smoke?\" The Joker asked her, his words followed by that prolonged laughter that he justlovedto do. His grin wide, yellowed teeth on full show, his pointing chin characterising an unusual demonic shape.\nFinally he stopped, and got back to his feet, circling around Catwoman and looking down at her bowls. Almost as if he had memorised the safe distances down to the nearest millimetre, the Joker stood at a point that put next-to-no air between her claws and his trouser leg if she attempted it. \"Aww... you never touched yourJoker-branded, Extra-Meaty Kitty Food. And to think I slaved away for hours making it in the Arkham kitchen for you.\" He turned around, clasping his hands behind his back and putting on a saddened face. \"Oh... no one ever thanks Joker.\" The clown then stepped towards the articles on the wall. \"Not even Bats. Oh, I miss him. We had some fun times, y'know. Sent him lots of letters when he stopped coming out to play... he never wrote back.\" Another deep, long sigh. Then he was back to looking at Catwoman, smiling again.\nOh, she was mad. He knew it, and he loved it. Chained to a throne like some pet, the collar digging in to her throat and reminding her that right now she belonged to someone. Or at least, what ever choices he gave her over the next few hours weren't going to be ones that would help her at all. Joker had the upper hand. She may be deadly and agile, but Joker had been doing this kind of stuff for years. \"I need you to steal some things for me. Do you think you can do that?\" Skipping around her, one hand grabbed the rope around her wrists while the other stroked her chin. \"Go on. Give Joker a nice big meow to let him know you'll help him.\""
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"value": "There was a damn good reason that the Joker was locked away in Arkham, and Bartholomew Wolper was an imbecile to believe in any kind of reformation. Catwoman cocked her head as the maniacal cackle continued, examining the point of his chin and the full mouth of yellowing teeth. Until now, shed managed to steer clear of the madmen and women about Gotham, though that was more than likely because the great majority of them were locked up tight behind charged fences or rightfully rotting in psychiatric wards.\nShe was heavily tempted to take a good swipe at the leg of his dirty white suit pants, but thought better of it. Dont bite the hand that feeds and whatnot even if he didnt have anything worth nibbling in his palm. Forgive me for insulting your hospitality, she rolled her eyes, reclining to lay on her back. That was far more comfortable than sitting up, the pressure suddenly alleviated from her all too stressed spine, even arched as she was to keep from straining her arms. She almost sighed whenever she rested her head down against the floor as well. Kitties are finicky, Joker and if you werereallylooking for my talent, youd offer me sugar and cream.\nThough it was good for her he hadnt.That,she may have submitted to lapping from a food bowl and licking the rim.\nSelina allowed her eyes to fall shut as he spoke, listening to his rant. That was what he was up to then luring his Batty Caped Crusader out of hiding. It only made sense what was the fun in committing any crime if you knew you could get away with it? And Batman posed a formidable challenge to the sadistic clown. She sat up slowly, moving to her knees as she rested her shoulder against the arm of the chair. She didnt want to get too comfortable, that was never a good idea. But maybe if shed remained lying down, the Joker wouldnt have had the opportunity to harness her by her bindings. She bit back a hiss in favor of a purr, blinking her cerulean eyes at him for the response. Only after you tell me whats in it for me. You know, your boys lost me a big hit when they knocked me upside the head to drag me here.\nShe was testing her luck, but she wasnt bowing just yet. Simply complying might get her out of there a bit faster, however. And that was important. Her husband would wonder where the hell she was and she didnt yet have any allies to back her on a damn good explanation. But then, that brought another question to mind one that had her heart jumping to her throat and pounding there, cutting her breath short all on its own. Bartholomew hadnt shut up about the talk show the Jokers public appearance and his victorious reformation.Thatwas how he got out. But he would have what did he do with Bartholomew? Did he kill him? She couldnt very well ask had he felt the acceleration of her pulse? No but her might have noticed the stiffening in her shoulders.\nOf course she could help him. She didnt see how she had much of a choice, in any case. Tell me the details so you can to let me go, funny man. Ive got my kitty to feed, Im not sure I left the window open for her."
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"value": "\"Oh, don't worry about your kitty. Clive is looking after her. Or is it Morris?\" He looked out of the window, hand under his chin and finger on his lip. \"No. I don't know a Morris, do I? Catwoman! Remind me to recruit a henchman called Morris.\" He remained frozen in a pondering thought for a few moments before snapping out of it and returning to discussing more serious business with Selina. Opening up his suit jacket, he pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it in front of her. This is what I want you to steal. Or get for me, rather. Its not stealing when it already belongs to you, right? On the paper, Joker had hand drawn something with what appeared to be a green crayon. A locked box, about a foot long, and roughly half the width and height. There was a handle on top, and a lock on the front. It was uniquely characterised by a small happy face on one corner.\n\"This is my box. But I can't get it. Because it's all the way in my old hide-out at the north of the city, but Bats decided to booby trap it all those years ago when we were still pals.\" He lifted his feet up, one at a time. \"But because of these big clown feet, I'd probably just set it off!\" Another laugh. It was an abandoned warehouse, formerly used by a clothes shop before the Joker took over. Joker didn't describe what kind of booby trap had been set, or even what entrance it had been set on, although there'd be no point in asking because she wasn't going to be told. Whether that was because he didn't know, or because he just wanted to give her a nasty surprise, Selina would find out the hard way. Unless she was as good as he heard she was, then she'd have no problem with it at all.\n\"Now Kitty's got to promise not to go for my face when I unchain her.\" He grinned, wagging his index finger from side to side. The chain was unhooked, and her wrists were finally free after being bound for days. However, there was no sign of the collar being removed, and during the little job she'd be stuck with the circular piece of metal digging in to her throat. He'd take it off if she proved useful. \"Now. Just before you think about running off... we should set some ground rules first,Selina.\" He spoke, his voice deepening as he muttered her name, tone changing from the laughing clown from before. \"I've got so much dirt on you I could build a tower up to the moon. Don't try anything funny, you hear? Because one of my guys is sitting waiting to tell every single person in this city about your little private life, and what you like to get up to while everyone's asleep.\""
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"value": "It took an insurmountable amount of self restraint not to whirl and sink her teeth into his hand as she sat there, listening to him talk about Nothing. Morris. She didnt have the patience for this. She could only imagine why the Batman had held the Joker as an enemy on such a personal level. With the green crayon sketch thrust in front of her, she could only blink, because anything she said was likely to get her strangled on the end of her chain. Or worse, left there and forced to drink from the water bowl so that she didnt die of dehydration.\nShe didnt like being sent out on a fools errand. And with the way he described the place, he could very well be setting her up for a death trap. That was, if she was stupid enough to get herself killed. She was the best at her job, so that was unlikely but shed sure like to know what was in this box that looked like little more than a toolbox or tackle kit that was so important. And what, precisely, the traps were. She wasnt, however, interested enough to knowright then.And she doubted the Joker would be sharing any more details with her if he hadnt offered then already.\nI dont make promises, she muttered as the chain was unlatched from the metal collar and her wrists were freed, whereby she immediately lifted her hands to yank off her gloves, examining her chafed skin with pursed lips. That was going to take a good bit of lotion to smooth over, and long sleeves to mask unless she wanted anyone to think she had spend the last several days tethered to the head of a bed or something equally gutter-minded and terrifically untrue.\nNow free, save for the collar, she rose swiftly to her feet not bothering to distance herself from the clown. If he meant real harm, she suspected he would have made it apparent by now. Selina folded the gloves, tucking them between her thighs as she lifted her agile fingers to fiddle with the clasp of the collar. She didnt want her claws digging into the skin of her neck, but it was no use anyhow. The circular scrap of metal was locked, and the Joker apparently didnt plan for her to be slipping out of it any time soon. Maybe it had a tracking device in it. Or it was a nice liability to make sure she returned with what he wanted.\nOr maybe he just thought it was funny.\nHad she been in possession of real cat ears, they would have been perked toward the villain as he spoke and flattened back at the sound of her name. She should have suspected he would know who she was. But that didnt change the slow, boiling anger that was erupting in her stomach to eat its way up her throat. She swallowed it. Youre the one tugging my chain, Joker, Im in the palm of your glove. If youve got cream waiting for me when I get back, maybe Ill bring you your box with a bow right now I want the specifics of the location. Im not going on a scavenger hunt.\nShe paused, weighing the next question, unsure whether or not he would answer. Unsure of herself, too, and whether she needed the distraction of knowing. \"What did you do with Bartholomew?\" She wondered vaguely if he would mistake the note in her voice as concern. She was concerned all right. Concerned with what kind of alibi she was going to need if the bastard was dead. If that were indeed the case, the Joker could be making a thousand problems for her at the same time he solved one. How to handle the police, where to claim she was for the past - however long she'd been chained to his chair, how in the world she would be able to pretend to mourn him when she was positively ecstatic with the fact that she would never have to look at him again...\nBut on the bright side, she needn't worry about the expenses of a divorce, or getting him to pick up the pen and sign the papers."
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"value": "Joker watched her attempt to remove the collar from her neck, but she learned quickly that it wasn't going to come off. It didn't matter how many times she pried her fingers underneath it and pulled, or even got something sharp like a saw to cut through it, it just wasn't going to come off. The piece of metal was a part of her as long as Joker had her by the reins, and he intended to keep it there as a reminder of who she was working for. It wouldn't be easy for her to ignore it, either, on the count of it digging in to her throat and causing her breaths to sharpen quickly.\nHe wouldn't let her know if there was some kind of tracking device inside of it -- the Joker always enjoyed the idea of leaving things up to the imagination of the mind. Kept her guessing, kept her in the dark, wondering what exactly the collar's purpose was for. If she knew that it didn't have any kind of tracking device inside of it, then she'd float about Gotham doing what ever she wanted in her own time. But if she thought that there was something hidden beneath it's metal coating that sent a signal back to the Joker, then that would keep her on her toes.\n\"Oh I think there might be some cream in your dish when you bring me back the box. Or maybe that should be 'if'. It's beensolong since I've been near that place, I've got absolutely no idea what you should expect. Oh well, I guess that's all part of the fun, ain't it?\" He asked, grinning and chuckling to himself a few times before she began talking about Bartholomew. Ah, the good Doctor. Selina's husband. They both knew that Joker was aware of their relationship, although the abusive part was something that could have been unknown to the clown. Once again, he wasn't going to let on. Keep her wondering. \"The box is in a drawer. Has the number \"004\" on the front.\" What she didn't know, although would find out, was that the drawer was part of a much larger set-up, a filing cabinet with 20-odd drawers in rows four rows of six drawers. Each of them was locked -- which would be where Catwoman's lock-picking skill would come in. However, much to the Joker's delight,everyone of the boxes had the number \"004\" written on the front.\nOnce more thinking about the woman's husband. He was safe, for now. No harm had came to him, except for the shock ad trauma of the whole events that had led up to the Joker's escape. That, and a few bruises. Selina Kyle would soon come face to face with him, although right now, Bartholomew was only a mere distraction to the Joker's main plan. \"Bring me back my box, Kitty. And you can have all the cream you want!\""
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"value": "He wasnt handing out information, obviously which was more than a little perturbing. But she shouldnt have expected anything less. She was playing this game on his terms, and was at his every beck and call. Selina Kyle, however, was not one to let on when she was distressed, and Catwoman certainly wasnt either. So she rolled her blue-green eyes and smoothed a hand over her front, absently plucking her claw over the zipper of her cat suit. Selina got the feeling that shed garnered about as much as she could from the fiend, and wasnt to keen on sticking around to have small talk. The sooner she got done, the sooner she could breathe easily again. Quite literally, with the lock around her throat, constricting her airway. Without further adieu, she turned out the way the Joker had come and slipped out into the street.\nThe ache of hunger in her stomach was nearly unbearable, but she could deal with it until shed finished what he wanted. She could not, however, ignore how thirsty she was and that was her first stop. A vending machine. She felt rather ridiculous as she pulled the water from the compartment and downed it in one long drink, but that was of little concern. She was quickly enough on her way again, to the Jokers old headquarters.\nTripping the detection system was childs play - five pin tumbler system, single circuit alarm. She was inside in a matter of three minutes, detecting little more than a mutedbeepas she gained access. More than likely a warning note, perhaps even an alert to a third party system. She scanned the room for cameras, flashed her leather bull whip and snatched the only one she could find from the corner. Still, she suspected she could be under surveillance by sound or by more craftily hidden devices. As far as she knew, this could be one of the Jokers fun little tricks and he was sitting back, watching her in his new hideout.\nShe snorted at the sight on the far wall annoyed all over again with the predicament. A large filing cabinet of some twenty-four drawers in rows and columns, and she was willing to bet that each of them had a separate lock. No time to waste anyway. She gave herself ten minutes. Eight, if she didnt want to grapple with any oncoming do-gooder, and was over to the filing cabinet, unlocking two of the drawers consecutively to yank them open and grab the boxes inside.\nBoth featured the number 004 over the front.\nShe unlocked another, and was greeted with the same result. She didnt have time for this shit."
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"value": "Chaos. That was it was. Pure Chaos. Everyone had thought they would be safe. The kingdom and sent a full brigade of knights to defend this city. They had been told that the foe was ungodly in power, and that they should evacuate the city. They said even if the knights could keep them from taking the city, the damange from the battle could very well level the city. Many people ignored these warnings. What kind of monsters could destroy a city? Sure they had all heard the stories, how beast men from the north were ripping through the land and its people like a fish through water. But no one wanted to believe. And besides, the people of this city were stubborn things. Hard to move, much less bend.\nNow they were broken, just as broken as the knights that had come to defend them. The disfigured beast men were flooding the city. Fires were everywhere; the only thing louder than the screams was the sound of a magical made explosion. Chaos, was all Lin could think as she watched as monsters brought down fleeing women and children. That all this was.\nLin was dressed as she always was. Tight fitting purple top, with a matching long skirt, open wide along one side, showing off her long, lovely legs, which were clad in thigh high stockings. She was a bit on the flat chested side, but well made up for that in the curve of her hips and the plumpness of her rear. Her long green hair blew in the wind. She was panting heavily. A dead monster man laying at her feet, her shoes and sword splattered with its blood. She wouldnt run. Ever part of her mind told her to run, but she wouldntcouldnt run. There more rasons to stay and fight and die than their were to run.\nShe lifted her hand, placing it on the purple jewel around her neck. She always held it when she was nervous, and now was on of those times. She took a deep breath, returning her hand to her sword, and charged forward, engaging another one of the monsters in battle. She got lucky last time, but she was sure she had more than just luck on her side at this point. At least she hoped so."
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"value": "It was sheer chaos all around the kingdoms, Rose had been trying to find out the cause of all of the humans being transformed into monstrosities. She had been wondering around, going from village to kingdom, slaughtering all that she could. There was only so much she could do by herself now, her long black hair wavered in the wind as she picked up the smell of burning buildings in the distant. Taking her rapier out she knew what that meant, another attack. She clenched the black stone and allowed her transformation to take hold now, once in her dragoon form she took to the skies and flew to the direction of the smoke.\nWhen she got there her stone was glowing brightly, like it had three hundred years ago. She saw men and women fighting the monsters off and flew in to join them. She slaughtered many of them as a girl who was struggling to fight off one of them caught her eye. She flew over to her to aid the girl, she came down hard with her rapier embedding it deep in the monsters heart. Standing up straight she looked at the girl and noticed the purple gem around her neck and realized what it was as soon as it started to glow with hers. She was in shock since she hadn't seen that gem since the last Dragon Champaign and knew now that the dragoons would be brought back together again. \"You there, where did you get that gem?\" She asked curtly as she stepped closer to the girl to get a better look at her. \"Do you even know what this means?\" She eyed the girl and brought the girl back up to her feet."
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"value": "She fell from the sky so fast it was like watching black lighting strike the ground right infront of you. The wind from her impact was so great and Lin was so shocked she stumbled back and fell on her back. What on earth! She thought as she saw the raven haired woman dressed in armor like she had never seen before land and impale the beast with ease. She had seen arrows bounce off the monsters hard skin. It took a sharp sword and a strong wing to even start cutting the beasts. This woman killed the monster with such speed and grace it was almost more terrifying that the monster.\nShe blinked in surprise as her necklace began to glow. It had always twinkled a bit when she held it in her hand, a soft glow, like a candle flickering out. But this time it was so bright, so powerful. She could almost hear it humming with power and light. She felt an odd pull inside core, like something inside her was reacting as well, trying to pull itself free from inside of her. She looked up in stunted silence as the Black armored woman spoke to her, lifting her back to her feet. She looked down at the brightly glowing gem, and then back to the woman WhatThis thing? I found it when I was a kid, it was floating down a river and I grabbed it. Why? What is this? who are you? What on earth are you wearing? She had no good answers for the womans questions, but so many questions of her own."
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"value": "\"I have no time to answer your questions right now. But you can hear your gem calling to you. You must release the power within now! Don't think, just do!\" Rose instructed as she slayed a few more of the monsters as they tried to attack her from behind. \"Now girl! We don't have much time! If you want to help me save your people then you must let the transformation take hold of you! Don't hold back! Hear the dragon's call and listen to it!\" She yelled as she was now fighting the monsters off of her, cutting them in half with her rapier.\nIt had been so long since she had fought in the last Dragon Campaign, however she wasn't rusty and she had her duties to fulfill. She had to train the new dragoons who were supposed to save the world once again. Only this time it wasn't from the Winglies, it was from the humans that had their DNA altered and changed. They were turned into monsters now and Rose had to get to the bottom of it, with or without help. She looked back at the girl and hoped she would listen to her advice and let the spirit take a hold of her."
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"value": "She couldnt help but resist the pull of the voice inside of her. The feeling was not threatening, she could sense it meant her no harm, but it was new and overwhelming, and it was human nature to resist things of that ilk. As the strange woman in armor continued to fight the monsters she took a deep breath. If her father died in this attack, so be it. But to let these people die would be unfitting of her as a warrior. She closed her eyes and gripped the stone. I need power, she thought to herself, I need your power, give me all you got. She pleaded to the feeling, that voice inside of her as she stopped resisting its call.\nIt was like nothing she could ever explain. She wanted to scream out, like her body was being torn apart, but she felt no pain. Light enveloped her as the air around her began to smell like a thunderstorm. She felt her feet leave the ground as she was pulled up into the air. Pulses of energy struck her body, like lighting striking trees. Each time something seemed to change, her clothing into armor, the shape and feel of her weapon, the strength she felt in her muscles and soul. It felt like minutes, but it had only been seconds. The light faded and she looked t herself in shock. He body had been encased in an almost ornate looking armor, seemingly fitted to suite her perfectly. It was light, covering her chest, thighs, shins, feet, forearms and hands. Her midriff left bare like she liked it, making for easier maneuverability. Even her sword had changed, Looking more solid, light glowing from it, it looked to her as if it was made to match her armor.\nShe Just then realized that she was flying, She had wings, and was in conscious control of them, as if they were another set of arms that had always been there. Felt strength and power welling up inside of her. There was so much she felt like it would drive her mad if she didnt use it. She tighten the grip on her katana and gave a wicked smile as she gave in to the urge to exercise her new found powers, flying into combat with the monsters with an almost feral level of ferocity."
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"value": "It was a couple months after finishing her seventh year at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Luna decided to go on this little adventure or journey to uncover what the world had to offer; what the Wizarding world had to offer. She had always been a huge fan of rare magical creatures such as Testrals or Nargles, creatures that others would not know of or care for and it was her journey to uncover more. Creatures that may be very lightly profiled or non-existent to the world.\nOn that one very day during a very strenuous venture to seek out a Crup, her foot caught onto a muddy patch and it sent her rolling backward down the small hill, back down to the party she had just climbed, causing her to land on her stomach and face down in mud. It was a gloomy and wet day and while she was so close, she was still so far away. Pulling her face out of the mud, she spat out what came into her mouth and wiped the little mud off of her face, only to notice a shiny object. Ohshiny. Perhaps? Then it flew away, revealing itself to be a particle with a water droplet. No. Standing, she dusted herself off, about to continue on her venture up to the Crup when she heard growling. That was definitely not a Crup. The whimsical little blonde, slowly turned and saw a pack of wolves; hungry wolves that saw her as this huge drumstick of meat that they could feast on.\nOh no Thankfully there was a path to her right and without a second thought, Luna made a run for it. Never did she feel like she ran that fast and hard in her life but she was not about to succumb to being wolves dinner. In the view coming, she saw a large and beautiful castle. She could feel and hear the wolves coming closer and faster, their barks and howls reverberating in her ears like a harsh clap of thunder. Her heart was pounding in her chest and in her head and she was panting hard.\nThere was a small little bridge that lead up to the pathway up to the castle but in front of that bridge was a gate. No It didnt stop her. Somehow, she was going to get to that castle and away from those wolves because her life truly depended on it. Jumping into the gate, somehow and someway she was able to climb up it and managed to climb down once she was on the other side. Stepping back, she fell back onto her bottom, watching those wolves clawing and hitting at the gate, trying to get at her to no avail. Panting and calming down, Luna stood up, a little shakily and turned to really look at the castle. It was so beautiful and had this olden day feel to it and its structure that was mighty alluring. Slowly, she walked towards it, her breathing having come back to normal by now and her pulse normal as well. Arriving to the door, she curled her hand up into a fist and she knocked gently, praying there was someone there. Looking back, she saw the wolves laying out in front of the gate, as if they were so determined to make her their dinner."
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"value": "Ah, the wolves have caught something.\nThe sky overhead was surprisingly picturesque, stained a dark orange by the light of the setting sun. The wolves seemed not to notice or care. Right as it began to seem as if there was nobody coming, as if the wolves were going to wait patiently for their meal, there was a sound at the door. The lock began to creak, then groan, as if it hadn't been used in some time. And then the door swung open.\nThe man inside looked scarcely older than Luna, handsome though somewhat pale as if he had recently taken ill. His hair was black and hung down to his shoulders, but his most striking feature was probably his eyes: they were a shade of amber rarely seen in humans, and seemed to catch the light in such a way that it looked like they were glowing. He was dressed confusingly; a wizard would probably have answered the door in a robe, and yet he was wearing a dark suit that had been out of fashion for at least a century.\nHe looked appropriately concerned at seeing a muddy, frightened young woman on his doorstep with wolves at the gate. \"My god! What happened to you?\" With a slight shake of the head he opened the door further and stepped aside, allowing Luna the opportunity to come in. \"Quickly now! Are you alright? Are you hurt?\""
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"value": "As the door opened, Luna looked at the man and her eyes went wide. She bit her lower lip and scratched the back of her head before she managed a somewhat smile. Oh sorry. Its just not your everyday occurrence of being chased to death by wolves. She laughed slightly dryly, as she walked in slowly, almost wearily as if she was about to enter a jungle. For her, just living was like an adventure; perhaps she was like her deceased mother that way but for Luna it was exploring, rather than exploring interesting chemicals and potions.\nTurning, she looked at the man and rest her hands in front of her, clasped together, her pleasant look on her face never fading. Thank you so much. I hope its not an inconvenience. Hanging from her shirt were her swirly-looking glasses that if put on, with them she could see interesting things that werent and couldnt be seen with the naked eye. She had been curious about his aura to begin with the moment he opened the door and this explained it. My my She let out a soft gasp, walking to him. Such tiny little particles. I hear they are known to be kind of similar to Sprites but these are like enchanted cotton pieces. Its fascinating and youre surrounded by such dark clouds of them. May I ask why?\nHer high pitched soft and gentle voice was kind of an allure as she spoke. It didn't seem like someone like her would have that kind of voice but she did but it matched her whimsically persona and it was how she was. Luna was deeply fascinated by the wonders of this world and what had not yet been discovered or were low profile and he seemed like something she didn't know."
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"value": "The thing that immediately stood out about the entrance hall was that it was very dark inside. All the windows were shuttered and only the bare minimum of lanterns had been lit, casting huge patches of shadow across the walls and floor that undulated slightly like living things. The ceiling was up so high that the walls simply seemed to vanish into darkness.\nAt first he wasn't quite sure how to react to her. Somehow he got the feeling that he had gotten off-script. But one doesn't live for several hundred years without learning how to improvise, so he simply favored her with a thin, roguish smile and shrugged his shoulders. \"I couldn't say,\" he said, voice low and even. \"I've never been much for aura reading.\"\nThen he tilted forward slightly, and extended his hand to Luna. Perhaps it was the way the light reflected off his eyes, but did they just glow? There was something to his voice as well; perhaps it was the baritone, or perhaps it was the slight hint of the supernatural in it. It wasn't a very strong compulsion, but there was definitely something that seemed to draw attention to his words. \"How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Gavril.\" After a moment's pause he continued: \"Would you like for me to have a bath drawn? You seem to have had quite a day.\""
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"value": "Perhaps she was a touch eccentric but she never noticed. To her, it was normal. Looking at him, she took her glasses off slowly, still wondering exactlywhathe was since she was sure he was not human. It was not surprising in this world but she never thought shed actually meet someone like him. Taking his hand, she looked at him and smiled gently. A pleasure to meet you Gavril. Im Luna Lovegood.\nIm still so very sorry for my intrusion. Those wolvesthey wont leave and I dont understand it. I hope you dont mind at all. When he suggested a bath, she pursed her lips. A bath does sound lovely. It has been a couple of days. Though for some reason she felt so guilty for her intrusion. I really hope this is not an imposition. Though as easy as the guilt swarmed, her attention swept around her surroundings. It was so dark in this place with hardly any light. It was such a dark place it kind of gave her shivers but she was not about to be rude. Her eyes landed back on him, finding his eyes so incredibly intriguing. It was likea glow."
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"value": "Alicehurried home from work, it had been a long day but she was excited to come home to her baby. After leaving wonderland she took a few years to travel and get the expansion done, but after that she was able to return home - return to Wonderland. She found the Hatter and was able to bring him back with her. Though others looked at him in a weird sense she didn't care. She loved him and knew he was the man for her, unlike Hamish, the man whom had proposed just before her second visit to Wonderland.\nShe was almost home when she decided she'd show up in her favorite outfit, and outfit she knew he would love. She pulled into a gas station and pulled her backpack out. She headed into the bathroom and changed into her sexy blue dress and all the accessories that went with it. She smiled at the gas station attendant that started at her as she walked out. She assumed it wasn't often someone saw a twenty-four year woman in a sexy outfit like her little blue get up she had.\nOnce back in her car she headed to her house, parking the car once there. She smiled, just thinking of how she'd flaunt herself about the house for him. Thinking of how she would tease him. She headed into the house and yelled out for her love \"Hatter! I'm home baby.\" She knew his name was Tarrent, but loved to call him Hatter anyways.\nShe set her keys down and closed the front door behind her, walking through the living room and into the kitchen. She sat her cute little ass on the counter top, crossing her right leg over the left as she waited for him to emerge from where ever he was hiding."
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"value": "A yawn escapedHatteras he relaxed upon the window sill, book in hand as per usual. A cup of tea on a little table with milk and sugar beside it remained steaming and untouched. He always got heavily into a book when it had his attention. It was a big deal when a book captured him so thoroughly. Adjusting his jacket and hat, he flipped a page before his hearing was captured by a voice he knew so well. A smile curved his lips as he heard her footsteps echo after her words. He didn't bother to give away his position but instead put his book down and took a sip of delicious tea. Leaving the items where they were, he thought of which direction of the house he should go. She was in the kitchen, he knew, so he wanted to surprise her.\nTapping a half-gloved finger against his stubble-covered chin, he thought and thought. It didn't take long before Hatter grinned and swiveled on his heel to tramp quietly down the hallway that led towards the back of the house. It wasn't a very large house, more tall than wide, and painted in varying colors that suited he and Alice quite well. A brush of fur against his leg had him reaching down to pet Malificent, their wonderful little kitten, courtesy of Cheshire.\n\"Be a good girl and go distract Mother.\"\nMalificent gave an excited little purr and dashed off to find Alice as asked. Humming a little tune to himself, he tucked his hands into his pockets and whistled the tune he knew would ensnare his beloved. It echoed throughout the house along with the words that followed as he moved around a corner, staying out of sight and just beyond Alice's reach as she moved through the house.\n\"Alice, oh, Alice~ Come to me and we will see, what we can do, with just us two~\"\nHe let out a small little laugh as he turned down another little hallway, nearing the kitchen but still beyond seeing Alice."
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"value": "Alice sat on the counter top, listening careful for her love; knowing that he would try something. He always did, such a playful man he was. That was just one of the many things she loved about him. He was as mad as she was, if not more. As the thought crossed her mind she heard his whistling and looked up. As she looked up she saw Malificent prance into the kitchen and hop onto the counter with her. She grinned widely and scratched behind her ears, \"Did Daddy send you?\" she whispered in a delighted tone. The pur she received in return was enough for her.\nAs she realized what tune he was whistling she grinned wickedly. She knew that tune all too well. She'd heard him sing it more than once and over the years it had become their song. She hopped off the counter and began searching for where the tune was coming from, whistling the harmony back at him. It was a bit difficult as the sound bounced off the walls and reverberated throughout the house; proving that he had to be moving around.\nShe let out an excited giggle as she heard his words, back in the kitchen where she started. She knew where he was now, she knew how close he was. With a grin she casually sauntered around the corner to the hallway, stopping just before him with a grin. \"Hello dear.\" she smiled at him as she leaned against the wall, her finger gently tracing circles over his chest. \"Did I interrupt your reading dear?\" she asked in a soft tone. She knew that was what he was normally doing while she was at work, reading books and drinking tea. Over the years she had learned to always keep plenty of both in the house.\nAs she looked into his gorgeous brown eye she wondered what he was thinking, what he was feeling. What crazy idea he was coming up with now. She knew that if he was roaming the house as he did that he had something planned and something told her that she would love it."
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"value": "When she came into view, he felt the blood rush from his brain and down into his nether regions. She was wearingtheoutfit. The one outfit that would drive him insane with love and lust and desire. He couldn't stop the grin the curved his lips upward- with a little edge of craziness. Feeling her finger trace against his chest through his shirt and speak so sweetly, she was in for a treat. Hatter could think of so many different and delicious ways to take off the outfit - or keep it on. What to do, what to do...Tipping his hat back to see her face before, he moved one of his hands to cup her chin gently, making her look up at him and expose more of her smooth and elegant neck. He was going to mark that neck. It was much too smooth and flawless.\nHis other hand moved to slide up her stomach, gently between the valley of her breasts before finally moving to stroke at the soft skin of her neck. So soft, so delicate, so begging to be marked by his teeth. He could feel her pulse jump at the feel of his fingers upon her neck. They were probably a little cold. He moved forward, hoping to push her back just the slightest bit since she was already leaning against the wall. He wanted her to be a little more excited, a little more on edge. He wanted her to try to guess what exactly he had planned. His hand on her neck moved down her body in the same, slow way until his hand was touching her thigh. His thumb moved back and forth over her skin, wanting to tease and tempt his little Alice.\n\"I was reading, my love. But I always make time for you...\"\nThat grin took on a boyish quality as he looked down at his beloved and wonderful Alice."
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"value": "Sora's life had turn to normal after everything had happened, he still kept in touch with all the new friends he made, but being on the island was amazing. Kairi was there, Rikku was back to normal. Things couldn't get better. They were all growing up and growing together. Especially Sora and Rikku, though Sora doubted that his best friend saw it the same way.\nSince they had come back to the island, Sora had began to realize that he looked at Rikku differently - much differently. He found himself day dreaming about him and getting excited when he was close. It was all a bit confusing, he thought he wanted Kairi. In a way, he still did. But something about Rikku just got to him.\nSora headed to the beach as he thought to himself. They'd just said good bye to Kairi, who was leaving for a week long vacation with her parents. It was just Sora and Riku for a whole week! It was like a dream. But he didn't know how well it would go. He knew that Rikku still wanted to drink like they did every weekend, but Sora was worried. He was very honest when drunk. Honest and horny. Normally it was pointed at Kairi, but with her not there with them there was only Rikku for him to be flirty with. But how would his best friend take that? He really didn't know and tried not to think of the possibilities as he waited for his best friend to show up with the bottles."
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"value": "Riku was happy to be back to normal and being able to be with Kairi and Sora. Riku was a little upset when he found out Kairi was leaving then for a week but he quickly got over the thought when he realized it was a perfect time for him and Sora to have some guy time.\nHe was hoping to have a good time drinking with just Sora plus he was wondering what would happen when his friend got drunk and there was no Kairi to flirt with. He always found it very entertaining to watch Sora flirting and telling everyone his emotions for Kairi. When he finally noticed the time he toss on a shirt then picked up the bag of bottles and headed to Sora so they could start drinking. He had a few new and stronger drinks to try out plus the usual drinks they always had.\n\"Sora come get this bag.\" Riku called out as he was walking up to his friend with a grin a beer bottle already opened and in his free hand. He had only taken one drink out of it. \"I have something new for you to try tonight its in the bag somewhere.\" He told Sora with a smile then sat down and took a swig of his beer."
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"value": "Sora smiled when he heard his best friend call his name. He shot up quickly from his sitting position on the beach and ran up to him, taking the bag like some well trained puppy. He reached into the bag and grabbed a bottle, not bothering to look at what it was as he walked beside Riku. He took a swig of it, holding it's sweet taste in his mouth a moment before swallowing; it had to be what Riku was talking about. \"Hmm, not bad.\" he said with a grin.\nOnce to the beach he sat down, setting the bag between him and Riku. Normally Kairi would be sitting between them, the booze between her thighs as they all talked and watched the sun set. But not tonight. It was just him and Riku, just the guys. That thought was both kind and hurtful in Sora's head. He missed Kairi already, but he enjoyed getting alone time with Riku also. He finished off his bottle quickly, the sweet liquid going down easily, a slight tingle in his finger tips. It had to be stronger than what they normally drank.\nHe looked up at Riku with a smile \"So how was your day? Do anything exciting?\" Sora so hopped that Riku had a story to tell, his day had been far too boring - sulking most of it away at the beach."
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"value": "Riku smiled as he put his bottle down and stripped his shirt off showing his very nice body with his well defined 6 pack. He then went back to drinking as he got comfortable where he was sitting. He did not seem to be upset or missing Kairi but it was because he already came to terms that some guy time was just what he and Sora needed. They were always with Kairi when they hung out and having a girl always around got annoying sometimes.\n\"So how do you like the new drink i picked up. They are a lot sweeter and i know you like your sweet drinks. Just be careful they are stronger.\" Riku said with a grin and looked up at the sky as he sat there relaxed with his best friend. He soon finished his beer and got out one of the new drinks with a smile as he opened it and took a long drink from it.\nWhen he heard Sora's question he smirked and said \"My day was kind of cool i worked out as always and had a long sparing match with a few guys. it was really cool this one guy showed me a new move and it makes you a little faster when you attack someone's side maybe ill teach it to you if you ever get better at fighting.\" He teased with a grin. He loved to tease Sora about his fighting skills since he never won."
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"value": "Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.The clock teased the petite, red head sitting in a desk farthest from the exit but with the perfect window to stare out and day dream. Bonnie McCullough felt as if she was being smothered. Her class of twenty three was full today and even with her teacher's fan blowing in her direction, it did nothing to cool her. Her curls were pulled up nearly on the crown of her her head to cool off the back of her neck. When she had gotten up that morning, it had been quite cold so she had dressed in layers. She wore a light blue tank top with a loose, long sleeved shirt that came down to her forearm with a belt at her middle to emphasis her small waist. She also wore a jean skirt with black leggings that came down to her calves but that didn't matter much because of her dark purple suede boots nearly covered the bottom of them. Over her shirt she wore a black fitted jacket to keep her warm.\nUp until her French class, she had been freezing and normally this class was the worst for her being cold. While she was walking down the hall to class, she stopped off in the girl's bathroom and took off her loose shirt and jacket, but left on the belt since it still looked cute with her tank top. She stuffed her shirt in her bag and carried her jacket to class. But even as she sat in class, everything just seemed to get hotter. Shifting uncomfortable, she glanced out the window. She couldn't even pretend like she was paying attention to her teacher as he spoke mainly French. She tried to focus in on anything outside of the window. Her green eyes seemed to focus in on someone on the edge of the woods. It was as if time stood still as her stomach clenched. There was a tall, lanky man on the edge of the woods. First of all, no one ever stood in the woods outside of the school and secondly, his eyes were staring directly into hers.\nA spasm of fear rocked through her body while her heart stopped before picking back up and racing. The tall, lanky man wore no shirt so it was easy to see how thin and pale he was. His torso, even at this distance, showed his ribs sticking out against his skin in a harsh and sickening way. He wore ripped up baggy shorts that were help up by a frayed rope. His hair was a dull brown color and the oily strains hung down into his eyes. But it wasn't his appearance that chilled her to the core. It was the look in his cold, hard eyes. His eyes held such hostility and she knew that it was directed at herself alone.\nSuddenly her world seemed to get hazy around the edges and her lungs seemed unable to take in or let any air out. The world around her swirled as she broke gaze with the man. No one around her seemed to ever notice her distress either. Unsteadily, she forced herself to stand and try to move down the aisle towards the door. As soon as she stood she began to stumble down the aisle, her teacher immediately started telling her to take her seat and when she didn't listen his voice became louder and more insistent.\"Mme McCullough, asseyez-vous a la fois!\"Her deprived body seemed unable to move forward and when she opened her eyes once more she could herself face down on the ground with something wet and sticky running down her forehead.\nSomeone moved then so she could barely make out the ceiling or the few faces hovering over her. \"She's cold to the touch!\" One of her class mates gasped. Matt moved over to her quickly and check to see if she was breathing. When he couldn't feel her breathe, he opened her mouth and noticed something shiny near the back of her throat. He swished his pointer finger around in her mouth and caught onto a part of a chain. Gently, he dislodged the necklace from her throat until Bonnie's gag reflex kicked in and she turned onto her side and coughed.\nThe chain fell out with a clatter onto the floor. Bonnie gasped for air, looking around her terrified. Matt and the other people who surrounded her faces looked completely baffled by what happened. Her eyes fell to what was on the floor beside her. A gold locket laid there, oddly shining in the dull florescent lights. Knowing exactly, what must have happened, her hand scooped up the locket and she clambered up to her feet. While the other's protested, she snatched her bag and darted out of the room.\nBy the time she reached the side walk, tears were already streaming down her cheeks. Tomorrow she would be a freak at school. No one would understand what happen. She didn't even understand what happened. One minute she was staring at this man and the next she couldn't breathe. He had to have done this to her. There was no other explanation. She continued to run down the sidewalk in the direction of her home."
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"value": "Jack Chambers was average in every way. He had nothing unusual about him in physical appearance, his job, or anything else about him really. He led a normal life, working at an auto repair shop, graduating at the top of his class in mechanical engineering, among other things of the same. He could have gotten a job anywhere really, but he preferred the small town life, blissfully unaware of the shadows and other things that went bump in the night. That was about to change very soon. For now, rolling out from under a black Ford pickup truck after having completed the engine repairs, Jack yawned behind a greasy hand before standing up a moment later. Brown shoulder length hair, blue deep penetrating eyes, a good sized muscular build, and a slight tan to his otherwise rugged looking skin was apparent at first glance. Still, despite his appearance, he wasn't a dumb person by any means, having a keen intelligence behind his rugged face.\nWearing blue overalls over a brown grease stained shirt, and matching brown pants with equal amount of grease on em, Jack pulled his tool belt off and tucked it away in red tool box. Sighing, something felt a little off today for some reason, having heard rumors of some guy in town that looked like he had crawled out of a sewer. A few people were freaked out by this guy, but Jack hadn't seen him. Heading home for the day, he wasn't worried as he walked home, preferring the exercise since everything was in walking distance just about anyway. He did own a car, but it rarely got any use since it was the last memento of his parents he had. A 1997 Mazda RX was a bit over the top perhaps, but considering his folks had burned in a plane crash before his graduation, it was all he really had left of them at the moment besides old pictures and stuff."
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"value": "It didn't take long for Bonnie's feet to carry her home. She retrieved the key from inside the top of the lamp next to the door and unlocked it quickly before replacing it. She shut the door quickly behind her, locking it and looking around her house to make sure nothing was inside with her. She had left school three hours early so if any of her neighbors saw her they would definitely know something was up. She moved into the kitchen where the light was better and she wouldn't have to bother with turning anything on. She glanced around her, making sure there was nothing there. Even just the natural shadows in the kitchen made her skin craw.\nShe stood by the table that was just inside of the sliding glass door. There was only one neighbor who would be able to see her there and he usual worked very late so she didn't have to worry about it. She pulled out the locket from her pocket after dropping her back on the ground. She tried using her nails to pry the stupid thing opened. It didn't work. She tried throwing it at the tile floor. Still nothing. She put it down on the table and went to go get one of the meat beaters. After a few minutes of hitting it against the metal surface, it cracked opened a little. And when it did, the atmosphere in the kitchen changed. She suddenly felt dizzy. The shadows grew darkened and moved with life. She didn't understand what was going on. She gripped the back of a chair, trying to keep herself from falling."
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"value": "Jack saw someone, his next door neighbor to be precise, run into her house and quickly lock the door. He had just about been ready to slip the key into his own locked door of a small two floor home when his ears had picked up on the noise. He didn't think that was a normal thing for Bonnie, he thought her name was, to do. Sure, she was a little weird, but that wasn't a bad thing since he wasn't exactly normal himself. Besides, what was normal? Chuckling despite himself, Jack tucked his key back into his overall pocket. The fact he hadn't went into his house right then probably saved his life since something had been waiting on him to enter.\nInstead, Jack Chambers walked over to Bonnie's house and gently knocked on the door. \"Bonnie? You ok in there? It's Jack, your next door neighbor. Aren't you supposed to be in school or something right now?\" He asked, hoping she was ok as worry, genuine worry at that, filtered through his voice despite his effort to hide his true feelings on the matter. No need to freak her out more if she was already freaking out for some reason or another. Even so, Jack was a friendly guy, had no criminal record, (yet,) and had never gotten into a fight in his life. Small scuffles maybe, but no punches had ever been thrown his way. Hoping she'd at least answer him, the two red eyes that stared at him from his bedroom window disappeared, and whatever had been up there left in disappointment. It would have to hunt elsewhere."
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"value": "Feeling the suns rays hitting his face as they went outside, Ezreal smiled. He was enjoying his afternoon in a quiet manner with Annie, heading down the main street in the Demacian capital. Everything was quiet around them for once, no one wanting autographs, but a few nodding in their direction and waving and pointing at them.\nHe had grown a lot since he had begun fighting. His chest was broad now, with wide shoulders, though a thin appearance. He wore his usual loose shirt and pants, the weather being warm and no excavations in need of his assistance. He smiled for himself as he looked down at Annie, having noticed how she had grown next to him a lot over the past few years.\nThey had developped a friendship quickly, helping each other, but also fighting when they were summoned on opposing teams. After the battles, the winner always apologised and bought the loser dinner. The thought made him smile as he noticed the shop just by a smaller sidestreet. \"It's here.\" He told her gently, looking down as he pointed towards the matchmaking caf where they had been invited to the beta testing. They were the first with an appointment in the entire group of applicants."
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"value": "Annie smiled as well as they walked through the capitol, waving at the others. It had been quite some time since she had joined the league, and hit a rather sizable growth spurt. The situation had her feeling somewhat akward, and she had a feeling her powers changing had something to do with it... She had also developed more of a bond with 'Tibbers' and had stopped carrying him around as the teddybear. She had actually offered to release him at one point, he had desired to stay by her side, and now resided in a crystal pendant. She could therefore no longer manifest him into a physical body, was now able to call upon his power passively, augmenting her other abilities.\nShe had been looking down for awhile, toying with the pendant when Ezreal spoke, bringing her out her thoughts, and into a slew of new ones. \"Ah... right.\" She said, looking up at the building. The explorer had been a long time freind of hers sincea year or so after joining the league, and remained so even after being forced to fight against eachother from time to time. He found him... enjoyable, and one of the few magic users in the league that didn't freak her out.\nSince she had 'grown up', she had recieved many advances, but turned them down. Another effect of storing tibbers, was that she seemed to grow a penis when aroused, something that only tibbers, and a single medic of the league happened to know about, although not the reason why. This did little to calm her akwardness, but Ezreal had still somehow managed to convince her to try out that crazy robot's dating service.\nShe sighed, taking a deep breath as she nodded. \"Alright... \"If anyone tries to touch my ass though, their ass, and yours is getting burned.\" She half-joked, half-cautioned as they stepped inside. She approached the terminal, nervously looking around. Thankfully, no one else was really around as she accessed it. A few minutes later, her eyes widened. \"So many damn questions.\" She groaned, shaking her head. She knew that he wouldn't let it go though, and proceeded to finish it.\nShe groaned again several hours later, collapsing back into the chair. By now, other champions, and citizens had filed in, filling out an application as well. A few minutes later, several of them were called up to recieve their match. \"Jeez.... fleshling E652C is soooo descriptive for my date to be. Mine is too, H8MN1.\" She said, shaking her head. \"Doesn't seem to be very effective to me.\""
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"value": "Ezreal stayed silent as they entered, giving her a nudge in right direction and a smile as they worked through the applications. Once processed, he found her again as he stood by her. \"Yea, it's a bit weird but I guess there's nothing wrong with trying it out.\" He said with a shrug, watching the electronic screens displaying the matches as they were made. He didn't notice much until his number appeared flashing, he knew by having read the letter that it was because there was a special match for him. The same when he noticed Annie's number was flashing too. \"Come, looks like they're done.\" He said, gesturing for her to come with him.\nThey went out into the backroom of the place, being greeted by a robot presenting them individually with a board of a picture of their perfect match. Ezreal gasped as he saw who he had been matched up with, blushing madly right after as he looked up over the board of paper and picture, speechless as to what was happening. His mind had grinded down to a halt, not wanting to process the data. His heart was thumping loudly and violently in his chest, at least according to himself as he put the board down on the table by them.\n\"You're my match.\" Was all he said, still looking at Annie, unaware of what this might mean. According to Blitzcrank, there was at least 85% chance of the calculations procurring a perfect match, but to think that it was his best friend who would be his match? Ezreal would remember this day, he knew it. But he was a bit scared at the same time, what if she had been given another match than him? What if the calculations had gone wrong in some way? He didn't want to lose her."
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"value": "\"Yeah, until they match the wrong people and they destroy a few blocks of a city.\" She said with a scoff as they sat down. \"Like I said, if anyone tries to touch my ass...\" She trailed off, shaking her head as she looked up at the monitor. She didn't even really bother looking at the picture after it finished loading, figuring she would find out soon enough. She wasn't quite expecting this though.\nShe turned to look at him. \"Oh come on, that wouldn't...\" She trailed off as she finally looked at her display, only to find it was indeed Ezreal, and Rhyze... which was not going to happen. She blinked a few times, caught off gaurd from the turn of events. Certainly, he was attractive, and nice enough. But as a boyfreind? She had other freinds, sure, but none that she shared quite that same bond with, war tended to have that kind of effect.\n\"That's uh... not quite what was expected...\" She finally said, rubbing the back of her head. She noticed his blush, and that he was somewhat staring at her, causing her own face to flush as well. \"Well, er...\" She stammered, processing hte information, and the possibilities. \"What ah... do you think about it?\" She asked, placing her display board down as well."
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"value": "Ezreal noticed the suprise on her face as well. It seemed just off, that he would be matched up with the only person he considered his best friend. He looked at the display again, there was no other match for him but he could see now that she had been matched up with Ryze as well. That old geezer had been watching her a lot lately so he figured it was probably because they had checked off the same stuff on the schedule. Biting his lower lip, he even heard her question as he notice she looked like she was blushing too.\nHe had always found it cute. Making Annie blush was a bit harder than he had first expected, but by now he knew the tricks around by now. \"The result is.... quite unexpected.\" He said with a light smile. \"Though I'm not disappointed by it.\" He added. He had thought a bit about asking her out, but he hadn't found the courage to do it. He had always been a bit difficult when it came to feelings. Slowly standing from where they had been sitting, he held his hand down towards her.\nThen it happened, the pressure of the summoning trying to remove him from his current location. \"It's battle time.\" He said with a sigh, closing his eyes as he didn't seem to register if she took his hand. He just vanished in the midst of everything a moment later, being send into the darkness just before the battle. He tried to think about what had happened at the matchmaking shop, but his mind was being overruled. He knew he was under the control of the summoner who had chosen him for the battle, but he already feared what might happen if he stood against Annie in the battle."
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"value": "She huffed at his smirk, ignoring his hand and standing up on her own. She wasn't too upset about the pairing either... it was just... odd. \"Look, I don't know about this, I mean, we're most likely just the first to...\" She trailed off as she got another 'ding', two more matches appearing on her display. Her face flushed another shade of red, seeing Janna's, and Katarina's profiles showing up. She quickly hid it, but wasn't too suprised to find that Noxus warrior was bi-sexual.\n\"A-anyways, for now let's...\" She trailed off, also feeling the familiar tug of being summoned. \"We'll talk about...\" She was cut off this time, as he was summoned, followed a few seconds later by her. She was in the rift as the summoners prepared themselves, and took a moment to view her team mates. Twisted Fate, Warwick, Nunu, and... she shuddered, seeing Rhyze there as well. He seemed not to notice her too much this time, maybe he hadn't been notified yet... For a moment, everything went pitch black, something had gone wrong. It lasted for ten seconds before lifting, everything seemed normal.\nShe hoped this battle would be a quick, decisive one, so that she could go back to relaxing... and sort out this thing with Ezreal. Soon enough, the tug grew, and they were transported to Nexus. She took a deep breath, nodding at her team mates. Suddenly, a ring appeared on her finger, and the summoner had her moving straight down the middle. \"Right then... let's do this.\" She muttered to herself as she made it torwards the center of the battlefeild, waiting for the minions to arrive, wondering who it was she was going to face."
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"value": "Amidst the entering of the summoning, Ezreal slipped his hands into his pants as he got a view of his team. It appeared he was the only one without the ability to crowd control as Sion, Veigar, Xin Zhao, and Pantheon greeted him briefly. He had fought with them all before and against them, it would be no problem beating almost any team with these guys. His mind was however still going through what had happened a bit earlier, that was until everything went black. He knew something was wrong when that happened, but he also knew it was the reaction of a summoner being interupted amidst it all.\nHe shrugged as he entered the field, getting his usual items from the vendor before he made his way towards the center of the map. He was almost praying for it to be someone easy, like Karthus or Ashe. He wanted it to be over soon so he could get back to Annie and talk with her about what had happened. His mind was still busy with thoughts as he arrived at the tower. Leaning in against it, he looked towards the middle, preparing himself mentally for what was going to happen as he felt the link with the summoner unlocking one of his three early game abilities. It was odd in his mind, the teleport he had wasn't commonly used, but perhaps this guy knew what he was doing?\nThen the minions arrived, a few moments after he had been there as he waited for the ranged minions to pass him before he followed along, his gloves on and ready for the battle at hand. Though upon arriving by the middle, he saw his opponent. For a moment, his mind was in conflict, he had to fight her. Whether she was his match or not. He felt the loosening of the connection for a moment, something was wrong with his summoner. But he ignored it for now, taking the orders that swarmed into his head on where to move and when to attack the enemy minions as he played the first few minutes rather safely against Annie."
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"value": "Her hands glowed with fire as the minions charged torwards the middle, already attacking as minions are just as her own met in battle. Her eyes were scanning a head, keeping a close eye on the brush as well. Her eyes widened as she saw Ezreal. Her summoner seemed to become less agressive, and a little more defensive, disentergrating with near perfect timing.\nHer vision sudenly whied out again, and she was let standing there, the enemy minions charging at her, one of them cutting her legs. Her body automatically responded, launching a disentergrate, followed by a stunning cone of fire as she hobbled backwards, wincing in pain. Somehow her summoner was no longer in control. Annie moved as fast as she could, barely managing to get past as her own minions covered her retreat, heading torwards the brush, it was going to be a pain to walk all the way back like this."
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"value": "Ezreal felt the link smash too, the break between him and his summoner. As his first sight was seeing Annie being hurt, he felt something swell up inside him, affection for the girl. He bit any rivalry into him that might show from the battle as he ran towards her, seeing the minions hurting her. When he was within range, he did his shift ability, knocking one of the minions down before it could touch Annie. Even if it was his own side, he felt no remorse as he knocked a second one down with a quick Mystic Shot. Turning towards Annie, he didn't seem to realise that his brain was on auto mode.\nTaking her hand, Ezreal pulled her in close to him, counting the seconds that had passed since his shift. He knew it would be ready again soon as he held her in his arms, seeing two minion waves treating them like hostile jungle creeps and ignoring their internal feud. Gasping for a moment he looked over his shoulder, seeing the brush and getting the idea. Without asking for her permission, Ezreal shifted her with him, passing to the other side of the brush before he took her hand. \"Come, something's wrong.\" He told her in a gentle tone."
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"value": "Annie's eyes widened as she saw Ezreal rush torwards her. She froze for a second in confusion as he teleported next to one of his own minions, taking it down. She reacted without thinking as he grabbed her towards him, her hand glowing with fire again as she blasted his face. What is the meaning of this?! There ar rules to...\" She was cut off as he teleported again, taking her with him into the brush. She pulled away from him, her amulet glowing brightly.\n\"What is going on, i'm not actually forced to...\" She trailed off, staring up at him. She let the spell pass, the glow fading as she watched the minions fight. \"Just what the hell happened?\" She asked, not sensing her allies either, she was completely cut off from the summoner, something would most likely be corrected by the council quickly. She grabbed his hand this time. \"Quickly! They can't see us now.\" She shouted, pulling him along into the forest. She took a quick look around, pulling him in behind the Golem, it's rather large stature hiding them. She panted slightly, sitting down as she looked up at him again. She blushed slightly, seeing his blackened face. \"Sorry about that... wasn't expecting this...\" She murmurred."
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"value": "Ezreal flinched, hearing her voice first but the sudden blast of fire singing his eyebrows off caught him by suprise. Letting her pull away, he noticed the glow from the amulet before she begun talking. Shaking his head, he looked at the minions for a moment, he hadn't interpretted what had happened fully yet as they stood there until he felt her hand in his own. \"Okay, okay.\" He replied with a light smile on his face, not seeming to mind her rushing as he followed along. Holding her hand as he noticed the golem in front of them, it wasn't active yet so that was good as they made it past. Looking at her, he grinned lightly at her comment.\n\"It's okay, you still thought the battle was going.\" He replied in a light tone, wiping his face in the sleeve of his shirt before he sat down. \"I must've freaked you out a bit too, suddenly teleporting that close in to you.\" He added with a nervous chuckle, sitting next to her as he gently put his arm around her shoulders. \"So what now?\" He asked after a few moments of silence, looking around at the trees before looking down at Annie."
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"value": "Outside the castle walls snow was starting to fall and in the large rolling grounds around the Hogwarts castle students were enjoying the change of the season and the first snow of the year. The hallways around the place were rather quiet as were most of the room with a majority of the students having started to depart for home for the holidays and Christmas and those who were remaining making the most of the soft snow outside with many a snowball being exchanged between different groups as snowmen popped up all around the grounds.\nInside the castle, Hermione Granger had been enjoying the snow for a different reason. The quiet hallways were productive for thought as she strolled through them on her way to the library, dressed in her favourite soft lavender sweater and old faded jeans which had seen a few years already. The hallways were dressed in their usual festive decorations but Hermione ignored them as she walked, her mind already in the library and the books she was headed there to find. The quiet of the day just made her favourite place in the castle more appealing and she knew that despite the slight chill in the hallway from the stone walls she would find a nice fire somewhere in the warren of books and a comfy chair in which to pursue her research.\nRounding the last corner she looked forward to the warth of the fire and brushed a stray strand of her wavy hair out of her face and behind her ear absentmindedly as she focused her thought on the pathway she needed to take through the shelving units to make her way to where she wanted to go."
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"value": "Elsewhere in the castle the Boy was getting ready to go out and do some studying of his own. He knew with most of the student's gone he could sneak into the Library without any distractions from the students or the teacher's really. There was a few books he had heard about in the restricted section that seemed worth reading into. Some books on his heritage and the dark arts the older slytherin needed to explore and figure out what he could do. He was already learning alot from some teachers and his family's personal library but he wanted some the more rarer books the school was known for.\nSmoothing back his inky black hair the boy checked himself in the mirror. One His rules was always be sharp. so he was making sure he looked like a hundred gaellon's before he even left the room. Shoes shined, check. Black jean which look brand with a Green vest that's crisp and lighter toned on back side. His white button up shirt looked crisp and was tight a little against his quidditch players Body. He was the back up seeker after all. If malfoy didn't have all the money he may been the main one. A soft growl given a little about the fact that Pounce who was everything a slytherin should not be still being seeker over him.\nTurning from the Mirror he slide on his leather bracelet and his Violet tinted glassed as he smiled. His bowler flipped onto his head the mans began down towards the library to get the books he needed. He would turn into the library and saw.. The golden girl all alone. He grinned alittle and moved towards her now she didn't have that Punce weasley hanging all over her trying to shove anyone who was male except harry away. He thou waited to see where she was going, curious about what she be coming study. she was One few people in school above him in grades. her and the ice queen greengrass."
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"value": "Hermione made her way quickly and quietly through the shelving without any effort. She was here so often that she knew the way like the back on her hand, especially with the recent studies she'd been doing. She'd stumbled her way across a reference in an old mythology book that had intrigued her while studying for an exam the other day and had been wanting to look into it more. If anyone knew about myths being based upon truth it was her. Almost every myth had a least some truth behind it and she wanted to know a bit more about this one. Now with the holidays upon them she would finally have some time to get stuck into it without schoolwork getting in the way so much.\nHer black ankle boots made a slight clicking noise as she made he way across the stone floor inbetween the aisles which seemed to echo through the empty rooms. Even the teachers seemed to have made their way to other places, not that she minded. She knew perfectly well where to find what she needed without the librarian's help anyway. She paused halfway to the back of the shelving in the current aisle and glanced around for the moment. Despite the emptiness around her she couldn't help feeling like there was someone else there. She tried to shake it off. Maybe the librarian was around somewhere nearby out of sight. That was probably all it was."
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"value": "Eye's watched her move threw the shelves as if she was at home. He knew the library almost as well as she did, but not this well. He smiled following her, watching her move . She really was a beautiful woman when you thought about it. Most thought she was a little off color. But he enjoyed her and always imagined she was like a librarian from lore. so prim and proper on the outside yet very naught and down to the core. He smiled as he moved towards her. The Mans shoes polished dress shoes. He tipped his hat down and walked by her without looking directly at her the first time.\nHe stopped beside her and acted Like he didn't notice her at first. Grabbing a book down from one the top shelves. He had to stretch out to do so. The book on advance uses of runes and the history of them. She maybe being one the only other seven students in the school who would be able grasp it. or did anyway. he then rocked back off his toes and looked at her with a blink.\" Oh Hi\""
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"value": "A slight frown fell across her face at the guy walking through the library. He was familar, she was pretty sure he was in at least one of her more advance classes but she couldn't quite place him. Fact of the matter was she didn't often pay much attention to the people around her, especially in those classes but now she found herself wishing that she had, even if just so she could place a name to the face. Perhaps the holidays were already starting to effect her. She would usually remember at least that.\nWith a slight glance at the book he was looking at she felt one of her eyebrows raise slightly in consideration of if he could actually understand what he was looking at but she quickly pushed that thought aside. She did recongnise him though so it was possible. She let a soft smile cross her lips at his greeting, no reason not to be friendly she thought as she returned the greeting. \"Hello there, nice day,\" and with that she continued down the aisle slightly to the mythology section she'd been steadily working her way through in the past few days without much luck. Soon she would have exhausted the options here and would need to move on to the more ancient and advanced books of the restricted section. Thankfully being head girl would allow her access to those without any hassle. One of the quirks. She did wonder vaguely what the other student was researching on a day like this which most students were out in the grounds but pushed that aside as she opened a particularly heavy book to have a glance through it before deciding if it was worth further pursual."
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"value": "The Man looked over at her with a smile on the corner of his lips. His head tilted as he looked at the book she was reading, trying to discern it from the distance thou he was unable to. So he then moved over and leaned over her shoulder a little..He leaned close enough she could feel the heat his body. yet not close enough be crowding her.\" Light reading?\" He asked her almost seriously. Thou to most the book she would have would be considered crazy reading. To him he understood what she was reading better then some, after all he still had his own thick tome in his hands. He smiled at her and then looked down and over the book.\" Maybe i can Help you? I am after one few in top ten,, thou i am no granger.' He teased her a little. She was the best. he knew it, at least she did better then hm in some subject's. and he did better then some in most. the Man smiled as his hand seemed to on accident stroke the small her back.\n\"i Myself am looking for few books and am about sneak back that way.\" He tilted his head towards the section of books she loved. The section only teacher's and few others would ever get to see. He needed it for his project and he knew she would be able go there. But of course, hed go either way. He was a Slytherin and would not be stopped by silly things such as the rules. Hand rubbed her lower back just alittle more before he literally would Walk by her. and go on the way to the section of books he just mentioned.. and without Premission!"
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"value": "Her eyes snapped up from the words shed just been studying as he lent in over her shoulder and she turned slightly in an automatic but needless reaction to see who it was. Silly really seeing as they appeared to be the only ones in the library at all. \"didn't anyone ever tell you it was rude to look over peoples shoulders?\" she asked primly before snapping the book shut. She didn't really want anyones help so she avoided the question of what she was looking up for now hoping that he would get the hint and leave her in peace.\nHis hand accidently brushing against her back made her feel weird, a little nervous and edgy but she wrote that off as his being a slytherin combined with her current annoyance with him. So much for having the library to herself. Her eyes widened at his uncaring mention of going into the resricted section. \"you do realise I'm Head Girl don't you?\" she queried, one eyebrow raised before stepping forward as he began to walk away from her and towards the section and grasping his wrist to stop him. \"Do you have a permission slip?\""
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"value": "He grinned seeing her act so shocked and casually ignore the touch.He shrugged and continued on for now as she shoved off his offer for help, the boy then grinned a little at her as he stopped as she grabbed at his wrist. His own hand looped back at her own wrist. He moved to rub his thumb against the inside of her wrist as his finger's stroked against her wrist. A deep grin as he just smiled at her. Eye's looking over the silver rims of his glasses as he winked.\" And why would i have one of those mis granger? and yes I often think about you being.. the Head girl.\"\nHe said with a grin. The smile became so large and he winked one more time to get the playful suggestion to her with a smile.\" Are you going punish me? Oh?\" He said with a wild smile. \" Now. I was going to study some stuff that i need to.. if you don't mind.?\" he said with a tilt of his head. His other hand came up and pat her cheek very softly.\" Your very beautiful. id love talk more. so join me in the section?... so No one gets in trouble.\""
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"value": "Something smell odd in the Gryffindor common room. That did happen, happened with surprising frequency, since the Weasley twins took up residence in this particular house. It also didn't help that occasionally someone's homework took on a strange odor. Quite often students were told to try their potions homework somewhere else. Possibly outside. But what made this odd was that there was hardly anybody in the common room.\nHermione Grangerwas in the common room, a book cradled in her hands, as usual. The girl had been taking some much needed time to study. They were between events in the Tri-Wizard cup, and things had been crazy lately, with Harry's participation and three houses hanging around. To add even more complications, there was Viktor Krumm and Ron to consider. Hermione wasn't even sure how she felt about either, and wasn't about to share her feelings with anyone.\nBut back to the strange smell. Hermione closed her book, setting it aside as she started prowling, following her nose. She'd read the potions book cover to cover already, had even checked out a few extra books on the subject. Even with this knowledge though, she couldn't quite place the source of the potion. The bushy-haired Gryffindor student was therefore just as curious as she was off-put. Puzzles were meant to be solved, after all. Hermione had been solving them since her first year, and she didn't intend to stop now.\nThere! Hermione stopped over a girl, who seemed to be hunched over something. Oddly enough, the girl looked to be about Hermione's age, but she couldn't quite recall her fellow student's name. that didn't stop her from tapping the other girl on a shoulder though.\n\"Excuse me, but what potion do you have?\" she asked, craning her neck to try and see, desperate to figure this puzzle out. she cast a look at the girl too, wanting to make sure that she knew that Hermione was talking to her."
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"value": "Jessi Lang bent over her small caldron as she slowly stirred the potion. It had taken the girl the better part of the summer to collect the ingredients for this Desire potion. Looking over her shoulder, the thin Irish redhead looked at her hearts desire. She could remember the first year of school so well as she was placed in the same house as Hermione. It was from that point that she fell for the smartest girl in their year.\nLooking back to the potion, Jessi pulled out the last two ingredients that would bind Hermione to her. Breathing deeply, she dropped the Hermione and her own hairs into the potion, both disappearing quickly as the potion dissolved them. Slowly a new scent drifted from the Desire potion. Feeling her heart beat faster behind in her petite body, she could feel her nipples grow hard with her excitement as her B-cup breast raised with her breath.\nKeeping her hands in her lap she looked at the burned piece of parchment to check that she had made the potion correctly. She was still worried about the potion as she got to the burned part of the instruction. Unknown to her, the potion was never meant to be drunk. It worked when the person simple smelled it.\nJumping as her shoulder was touched, Jessi turned around quickly, \"Oh Hermione...\" she said a smile spreading across her freckled face, \"It's an old family potion to help with studying. My grandmother gave me the recipe over the summer... Would you like to try it? It's perfectly safe...\""
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"value": "Hermione had already smelled the potion, rather hard not to, with Jessi having it right there. The potion itself though, it looked completely unfamiliar, not at all like anything in the books that Hermione had poured through. It wasn't even in some of the special books that Hermione had checked out from personal libraries.\nThankfully, Jessi seemed to know what she was doing, though Hermione wound up looking worried. \"Are you sure you should be trying something like that here? What if you got it wrong?\"\nHermione looked around, wishing they had a bezore available to cram down someone's throat. Snape had told them it worked for poisons, though Hermione doubted this would actually kill anyone. she looked at it again, thinking. A potion to help with studying, given by a grandmother.\n\"I could always use something like that,' she said, remembering the horror that had been her third year. A potion like that might have made her get through it successfully, and she wouldn't have left out any possible subjects. If she tried it now, maybe she'd be able to take some of those subjects back up again.\n\"why don't you let me try it, and then you'll be able to see if you got it right,\" Hermione suggested. \"I mean, I know you just offered, but it's really to test, not really to try.\"\nshe reached out for a vial or class, smiling reassuringly at the redhaired witch. Jessie reminded Hermione vaguely of Ginny, though with less of a Weasley look and slightly more freckles. Still, the comparison made her seem that much more harmless, and assured Hermione that this would be a perfectly save experiment."
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"value": "Still setting with her legs crossed, Jessie slid over so Hermione could look at the deep blue potion, \"It's not the first time I've made potions in the common room. It's how I got such high marks in Potion class. I haven't missed up a potion since my first year...\"\nSighing a little when she took an interest in the potion, \"We can all use something to help study. I know last year was hard for me.\" Jessie had been watching Hermione over the last four years so she knew how much she studied. When she found the old parchment in Knockturn Alley, she knew she had found the key to Hermione's heart.\n\"Well... I guess you would know if something was wrong...\" she said taking the glass and filling it half way, \"It might be a little sweet. Some of the ingredients are sweet...\" Handing the glass to her, Jessie had to remind herself to breath as she watched Hermione. Looking at her throat, she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Pressing her hands into her lap, she waited until she drunk the potion.\nLike so many of spells in the magical this potion wouldn't work on anyone but the person that it was made for which was Hermione."
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"value": "Hermione nodded, not bothering to hide how impressed she was with Jessie's skill. even she occasionally messed up a potion or two, though she knew that wasn't her strong suit. Having Snape as a teacher didn't help matters, since the peevish teacher always seemed to have it out for Hermione and her friends.\n\"I don't need it to help; I just want to help you test it,\" insisted Hermione, taking the deep blue potion. \"Since you're so good at potions, you can probably whip up an antidote for this, I'm betting. Not that I think you'll need one.\"\nNo, what Hermione figured was that the potion wouldn't do much of anything. It would taste sweet, which it did, but it wouldn't actuallydoanything. Hermione swallowed it, then smiled at Jessie. A warmth had immediately come over the Gryffindor, and she felt herself tugging at her robes, wondering if the fire had started blazing hot or something. Or was this a side effect of the potion? Hermione looked to Jessie and opened her mouth, but found herself nearly moaning instead.\n\"Is this, is this supposed to have any side effects?\" she asked, looking at her house mate. \"Because I'm, I'm feeling really hot right now. Almost feverish.\"\nAnd thoughts that had nothing to do with studying crossed Hermione's mind. She could feel portions of her anatomy that hadn't seen use suddenly start flaring up. Another side effect? Such a strange potion, to do something like this."
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"value": "\"Oh... Of course,\" Jessie said as she watched her, \"Just to help me out.\" Somewhat worried that Hermione asked about an antidote, \"Yeah... I can make an antidote...\" she said hoping that Hermione wouldn't hear the concern in her voice.\nSmiling as Hermione started to drink the potion, Jessi slowly stood up, wrapping her robe around her as she did. Watching her start to pull on her robe, Jessie smiled widened, \"So...\"\nStepping closer to her, \"No... It's supposed to do this... You're not feeling a side effect... You're feeling it's effects,\" she said reaching out to take Hermione's hand. Pulling her toward the stairs, \"Come with me. I know what you need to cool off.\" Pulling the girl up the stairs, Jessie walked them up three flights before stepping out on a small landing.\nMoving over to the only door on the floor, Jessie pushed it open showing a private bedroom. \"This is my room...\""
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"value": "Hermione pulled even more at her robes, feeling hte heat rise. It seemed centered on three key points of her body: both nipples and her sex. The latter seemed the hottest, nearly blazing, and it seemed almost like Hermione was sweating or something. Her nipples were just two twin points, each jutting against her confining bra. Certainly the robes already felt like enough difficult, let alone the girl's underwear.\nStill, she followed Jessie, hoping there was a point. Up several flights of stairs, toward a landing. Hermione was hoping to find an antidote or possibly another potion. Instead she walked into a bedroom, quite confused. she turned, her face showing her puzzlement.\n\"I don't see anything here that could fix this,\" she said. \"This looks like your bedroom. Is there a potion stashed away somewhere, maybe? I'm, I'm getting hotter, and I fear I may have to use the toilet soon.\"\nBecause a burning pressure had started at Hermione's groin, flaring up within her. It said something about the girl that she didn't even recognize sexual arousal. There was nothing in her textbooks about that, and she certainly wasn't going to read any lurid literature. So the poor girl was squirming, convinced that the pressure between her legs meant a trip to the restroom, not a trip to the bed."
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"value": "Oh there's a cure here...\" Jessie said softly as she moved around Hermione. Standing behind her, \"You don't need to use the toilet. I did a lot of reading this summer and what you need is to have a release of a different type...\" Walking over to her bed, Jessie took her robe off, dropping it on her chest at the foot of the bed.\nTurning back to Hermione, Jessie walked over to her. The front of Jessie's skirt stood out a little from her hips as she stood in front of her love. Moving her hands to Hermione's shoulders, \"First thing we'll need to do is take your cloths off. Your going to keep getting hotter until we do. After that we can start cooling you down.\" Pushing Hermione's robe off of her shoulders, she hoped the girl was to far gone and wouldn't resist her.\nJessie stood close to her as she moved around to stand behind her. Her excitement was growing with each passing second. With her excitement something else grew... Jessie had been assigned a private room for a special reason. And that reason was what held her skirt up. Jessie was a futanari. Most time she could control herself, but this close to the girl she had had a crush on sense the first day of school was more then she could take.\nPlacing both hands on Hermione's shoulder, Jessie started to lightly rub them, \"It'll be ok... I'm going to help you...\" her voice dropped to a soft whisper, barely loud enough for Hermione to hear, \"My love...\""
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"value": "\"What-what are you talking about?\" gasped Hermione. the confused girl offered no resistance as Jessie began taking off her robes. Standard school required garments fell from Hermione's lean body, baring the school girl uniform underneath. You could now easily see Hermione's legs pressed together, dancing marvelously: two stocking clad limbs that seemed almost to have been hit by a curse.\n\"I don't think I really need my clothes removes,\" said Hermione, flushing. True, she was in another female's dorm, but already she'd begun to notice that Jessie acted different. Hermione found herself watching the girl quite closely, her eyes scanning every inch of the other witch's body. therefore when she saw the slight rise in Jessie's skirt, she simply thought it was a wand. That was the logical thing to do.\nHands on her shoulder now, lightly rubbing. Hermione couldn't hold back the moan of delight from the touch, her head rolling back slightly, those marvelous curls sliding nearly all the way down her back. \"Please help me,\" she insisted. Her head turned, trying to find Jessie's face. \"I need you,\" swallow, \"to help me. Please.\"\nWait, had Jessie said my love? Hermione had thought she'd heard it, but again, that didn't make any sense. Her mind was already starting to fog anyway, the heat between her legs unbearable. The girl's hands found her way there, thinking that perhaps if she touched it, things would get better, more bearable. At this point, Hermione was willing to try anything."
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"value": "Moving her head closer to Hermione's, she smiled at as she thought about kissing her. Letting her hands move down Hermione's back, Jessie stepped closer to her. \"I'm going to help you...\" she said softly in her ear as her hands wrapped around her. As both hands touched Hermione's stomach, Jessie pressed her body completely against her. Letting one hand slid up to Hermione's breast, her other slip lower to touch her skirt covered thigh.\nJessie's heart pounded in her chest as she pressed her body to Hermione's. Feeling her erection grow to full hardness, Jessie wiggled as it pressed against her.\nKissing her neck, \"If you want me to help you we'll need to take our cloths off.\" Sliding her hands along the other witches body, Jessie gripped the hem of Hermione's sweater. \"Lift your arms... It'll be so much better once we're out of these hot cloths. I'm hot too... I need you to help me too.\" Working the sweater up, her hands rubbed across the other girls breast as she moved the sweater higher."
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"value": "Jessie stepped close, and again Hermione found herself moaning. She mumbled more pleas for help, and felt the hands moving about her body. They touched her stomach, moved to her thighs darting about her skin as though this was what Jessie had always wanted. The girl moved closer, and Hermione thought she felt a wand pushing against her skin. Hermione's eyes fluttered and she tried to seek out Jessie, to ask what the plan was.\nBut the lusty haze prevented her from thinking of anything else. she wanted. Her sex had started to throb now, juices beginning to link into virgin panties. The unknown feelings had risen within Granger, making her quake all the more. she lifted her arms when asked, wanting the blasted sweater removed.\n\"Why, why do we need our clothes gone?\" she managed anyway. she groaned as hands brushed across her breasts. Those two aching mounds wanting nothing so much as to be touched. Since Jessie wasn't about to help, Hermione reached up, cupping one of her own. This feeling, she should know what it was. Why hadn't she read about this before, in some book somewhere?\n\"Please, help me,\" she begged, turning to her red haired savior. \"I need it.\""
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"value": "Pushing her erection against Hermione brought a moan to Jessie. Staying behind Granger, Jessie kept her hands on the girls body touching her everywhere she could. 'The plan...' Jessie thought to herself, 'The plan is to fuck you my beauty...'\nSmiling as Hermione lifted her arms, Jessie pulled the sweater off and threw it to the side. Taking Granger's hand, Jessie pulled her over to the bed. Turning her around, Jessie's dressed stood out further as her cock flexed with her heartbeat.\n\"Why... Because the first time I fuck you I want to enjoy all of your beautiful body,\" Jessie said as she watched her cup her breast. Moaning at the erotic sight, Jessie quickly ripped her shirt open. As the buttons flew around the room, Jessie braless B-cup breast came into Hermione's view.\n\"Oh my love... I'm going to help you... I'm going to put that fire out,\" Jessie said as she reached out to yank Hermione's shirt open. \"You are so beautiful...\" she moaned as her hand reached for the other girl. Slipping one hand under Granger's skirt, her fingers started to rub her wet panties. Her other hand took Hermione's hand and guided it down to her hard cock, \"This is for you... This is the only thing that can put out the fire in your wet pussy.\""
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"value": "To fuck her? Hermione recognized the words, and they filled her with some worry and fear. She'd never even kissed a boy yet, let alone had sex with one. Her pussy was a stranger that she briefly met during bathroom breaks and showers, not something that she played with regularly. Yet Jessie was guiding the poor, quivering mess to her bed.\n\"What?\" managed Hermione, her sharp mind fighting through the haze of lust, and having quite the difficult time doing so. A shirt ripped open, and Jessie's firm little breasts sprang into view. Those two orbs, just big enough to cup in the hands and fill, with their rosy nipples. Without thinking about it, Hermione's hands went to them, her fingers closing about as she squeezed, almost as if testing them.\ngoing to help. Put the fire out. Hermione's skirt fell, revealing a pair of gray panties that likely qualified as \"little girl\" or \"grany panties.\" Soft cotton with a little pink boy, definitely not the type that you expected to be seen by anyone. The wet spot showed just where Hermione's nether lips were, and it seemed to be growing with each passing moment.\n\"I don't, I don't want,\" she tied. But a hand touched her panties, and the girl's protest turned into a moan. Her hand was soon wrapped around another wand, and her eyes flew open. \"But, but you're a girl! is this some kind of spell or...?\"\nLeave it to Hermione to start wondering and questioning even in the middle of mounting lust. In truth, holding that cock with one hand, while the other circled about a breast, Hermione's own lust started to build to a fever pitch. A flush added color to the girl's skin, making her look almost rosy. Sweat started to bead. And, of course, the panties grew ever wetter."
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"value": "Moaning as Hermione touch her breast, Jessie knew that she had the girl's complete attention. Leaning into her hands, Jessie's moan again as the soft hands squeezed her breast, her nipples becoming as hard as diamonds with the teasing touch.\nLooking down at the soft cotton panties, Jessie felt a shiver run down her spine that traveled to her sexes. Touching the wet spot with her fingers, Jessie started to rub her nether lips through her panties. \"So wonderful... So beautiful,\" she moaned as her hand moved higher on her panties. Finding the edge of the panties, Jessie's finger slipped under them and slowly started to move back to her wet lips.\n\"But you do want to... As much as I do,\" Jessie said in breathy moan. Throwing her head back and moaning loudly when Hermione's finger's wrapped around her throbbing erection, the girl hard a hard time not cumming right then at her touch. Letting go of Hermione's hand, she moved back up to squeeze and tease Hermione's breast. \"No spell... I was born this way...\" she said as her breathing sped up.\nLooking at Hermione, Jessie didn't try to hold herself back anymore. Moving her hand from the other witch's breast, Jessie moves it up to the back on her neck. Holding her, she quickly leaned in to kiss the other girl. Touching Hermione's lips, Jessie moaned as her passion built in the kiss. Her mouth open a little as her tongue slipped out to touch Hermione's lips."
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"value": "The feverish lust continued to eat at Hermione's mind, making her swim in a sea of lust. Another sea seemed to be developing between her lips, as more and more juices gathered, soaking the cloth. That finger drew such pleasant sensations as it ran its course over Hermione's needy body. Just feeling that slight touch against her, it made Hermione moan, shudder. Her hand clenched tightly around Jessie's member, squeezing it in an attempt to keep herself upright.\nWant as much as Jessie did. Somehow, Hermione suspected she wanted it more: much, much more. another moan left her lips as Jessie squeezed and played with the small mounds of Hermione's breasts. Barely a B cup, they were developing, but seemed perfect for Jessie's hands. The hands teased and pulled even as Jessie spoke of being born that way. that news alone penetrated the haze, making Hermione's eyes widen.\nThe magical world was special indeed.\nHer hand jerked along the length of the member, then fled entirely as Hermione's lips were seized. the girl tried to kiss back, her passion and lack of skill making her sloppy. Hermione's lips slid and slipped, but her mouth was open and willing, her tongue attempting to rise to the occasion. And yet more liquid poured into those simple panties."
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"value": "Jessie groaned as Hermione squeezed her hard erection. As her own finger's found Hermione's wet pussy, she gasped, \"You're so wet...\" Rubbing her lips, her finger's teased her as she collected her juices on her fingers. Wanting to taste her, Jessie started to push her wet panties down.\nMoaning as Hermione started to jerk on her member, Jessi pressed her body against Hermione's. Pushing Hermione back against the bed, she continued to kiss her. As inexperienced as Hermione, Jessie's tongue touching hers. Catching her tongue between her lips, Jessie sucked on it briefly.\nMoving her hand from the witch's panties, Jessie moved both to Hermione's hips. Pushing the girl onto the bed, Jessie pushed Hermione's panties completely off as she stepped closer. Still kissing her in a passionate, sloppy kiss, Jessie pushed her own down her legs, letting her member free. After removing her panties, Jessie's finger's returned to Hermione's wet core. Rubbing her finger's across her lips, Jessie stepped closer making her erection touch Hermione's thigh."
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"value": "Fingers touched Hermione's dripping sex, making the Gryffindor gasp and tremble. A low moan left her lips as she shook, and her sex seemed more than willing to provide more juices, more signs of her mounting arousal. Prety pink lips were slid open, allowing a tongue to delve into uncharted depths. Hermione's eyelids fluttered as her head swam. So heavy, so new were the feelings.\nMore kissing, a body pressed against hers. Just as hot, just as needy. Then Jessie drew Hermione's tongue inside, sucking along the muscle. Another moan drew out from Hermione, and her hands squeezed even more. they'd moved to hips now, gripping the flesh, fingers digging into the womanly curves.\nThe need pulsed between Hermione's legs, making her throb. it was nearly painful, almost made Hermione cry, so intense was the sensation. Hands left her panties, and Hermione nearly whimpered. But she felt herself go back, her body touching the bed. The panties slid off, baring her tiny sex. Just a narrow slit among the pale white of her body, a thin line of delicate pink. A small tuft of light brown hair lined the top, declaring Hermione every bit a woman. That woman kissed passionately back, her lips sliding, her tongue lathering. Spit slid between them, but Hermione hardly cared at this point.\nFingers touched her aching core again. Rubbed. And something hard pushed against the soft flesh of Hermione's thigh.\n\"Oh, Merlin,\" gasped the witch, shuddering. \"I--I--I'm not sure. It feels so big...\""
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"value": "Jessie gasped as Hermione squeezed her hard member harder. Breathing harder, her breasted heaved as she felt her body become hotter and more aroused. Slipping her fingers along her fellow Gryffindor's sex, Jessie could feel her own juices running down her legs as her precum dripped from her hard erection.\nBlushing when Hermione called her member big, \"It'll fit... It has to... We're made for each other,\" she panted.\nStepping closer to her, Jessie's hand moved from the other girl's lips as her throbbing member touched her lips. Looking down as her erection touched Hermione's lips, Jessie reached down to rub the witch's core with the head of her erection.\nPushing the girl back on the bed, \"Move over so I can join you...\" she said not sure how much longer she could wait. \"If you want me to stop... You had better tell me now...\" Deep down Jessie hoped the potion would last long enough that she could snuggle with her crush after they were done. The young witch didn't realize the mistakes she made on the potion could last forever."
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"value": "Made for each other? Did the girl even realize what she was saying? Yet, yet Hermione felt her body humming, aching, wanting that thing that throbbed between Jessie's legs. That huge cock, it could plunder her tiny sex, ravish her and leave her breathless. Fill that gaping void. The words rolled in Hermione's mind, and she moaned again.\nThe moan grew even louder as the head of the cock pressed against the tiny slit. Hermione's lips seemed to part just slightly, as if moving to kiss the head that touched against them. Just a kiss of sexual fluid, just a touch of the soft petals. Only a hint of what was to come, a tease. Enough to make Hermione moan all the louder.\nMove over. Pushed back. Hermione didn't resist, instead laying there panting. Her legs were spread wide, knees slightly bent, sex completely exposed. It glistened in the magical lights, the tender pink moist with want.\n\"I--I,\" stammered Hermione. She swallowed. Her voice had left her, throat gone dry with arousal. Instead she simply shivered, her body arching, the lust overtaking her mind and sapping her of her will. She wanted this, needed it, ached for it, and her body would have it, one way or another."
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"value": "Reaching down to rub her hard erection against Hermione's wet lips, Jessie hoped she wouldn't stop her. Jessie was afraid she wouldn't be able to stop. She was to turned on now to stop...\nWhen Hermione started to speak, Jessie's fear rose up. 'Was she going to stop her?' she thought to herself. Pushing a little more against her, Jessie moaned as the head of her cock started to part her lips.\nGasping, Jessie continued to push, her cock slowly parting Hermione's lips. Moaning, her fingers tightened around the base of her cock as her fear of cumming to soon raced through her head. Jessi had spent the last year masturbating and now she used that little trick to hold of until she was fully in her. Slowly sinking deeper, Jessie stopped as she felt the resistance of Hermione's virginity. Looking down at her, Jessie looked in her eyes as she waited until her need to cum pasted.\nShe knew that her next move would take Hermione's virginity... She knew that she was ready, now she would wait until Hermione was...."
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"value": "What was Hermione going to say? the words were there, dangling at the edge. Stop; I don't want this. I'm in love with... someone else. But was she, was she really? This was too much, and she wanted it. Hermione knew enough to know when she was aroused, and her sex was practically dripping all over the cock that rubbed against it now.\nThe cock parted Hermione's lips, just pushing against it. Hermione tensed, sucking in her breath. Her eyes pinched shut, her back arched, and she found herself whispering. Yet the lips parted, sucking in the flesh and surrounding it with a needy warmth, an accepting hole ready for the cock. It sunk ever deeper, stretching the tight hole. As it sank, Hermione held her breath, seizing her lips between her teeth, tensing for it.\nLooking in the eyes. Hermione opened her mouth, but found words failing her, instead she closed her eyes, rolled back her head. Braced. shifted. Ready. what else could she do? Her body wanted this, and it wasn't going to allow her to back out, no matter what Hermione may want in the end."
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"value": "Jessie moaned as she felt the warm depths of Hermione's sex. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried not to cum just from being inside of her. Swallowing she breathed deeply as she opened her eyes. Looking at Granger, she slowly pulled back, her erection almost leaving her.\nLeaning down, their breast touching, Jessie kissed her neck as she slowly started to push back in. Pulling back out some she whispered in Hermione's ear, \"I love you...\" Thrusting in quickly her hard cock tore through Hermione's virginity as she sunk deep into her core.\nPanting, Jessie eyes were shut tight as she fought of the urge to cum. Even though she wanted to fill Hermione she wanted this to last as long as possible. Taking several deep breaths, Jessie waited a couple minutes before she started to pull back. Moving slowly she hoped as she started to move in and out, Jessie could feel her nipples rubbing against Hermione's. Kissing the Gryffindor's neck, tried to find a rhythm that would make bring them both pleasure.\nJessie knew what it was supposed to be like their first time. Trying to bring Hermione as much pleasure as she could, Jessie let her body rub along Granger's as she moved. Hoping she could last long enough to give Hermione an orgasm, she continued to thrust into the girl slowly finding a rhythm for them."
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"value": "It wasn't every day that your boyfriend came home with a moving truck and suddenly announced that you and him were now leaving the apartment that you had been living in for the past couple of months for good. However, it was nothing new for Roxas. The move was sudden, terribly sudden. Axel came home from work only a few hours ago and basically just started packing up their things. Roxas was alarmed at first, nagging the other to tell him exactly what was going on, but Axel didn't really speak much and basically just said that he was sick of the place. It wasn't unlike Axel to do this, they'd done it twice before in the past twelve months, but he promised that they'd actually stay at the last place. Obviously that was a lie. However, Roxas wasn't too incredibly upset by the move. He was a little miffed that Axel started to pack up the pillows while he was laying on them, but he got over that quickly enough.\nThis kind of behavior was to be expected of Axel and Roxas had been more or less prepared for it. The pair had been dating for the last two years and Roxas knew more about the redhead than anyone, or at least he thought he did. He knew Axel's personality, his quirks, what he liked, what he didn't like, everything in between and he loved him for all of it. He was annoyed by the whole Axel loving to move on the spur of a moment thing, but he accepted it. He wasn't going to leave Axel just because he had a sort of drifter problem. No, he loved the male too much to do that. Besides, it brought excitement to Roxas' life. Whodidn'twant to live somewhere new every couple of months, honestly?\nRoxas let out a huff as he set down what was hopefully the last box into his and Axel's new bedroom just before he flopped down onto the mattress, sprawling out easily. You would think that after three moves he'd be used to lifting all of the heavy boxes, but no, he was still more or less a weakling. It was good that he left all the heavy crap for his boyfriend to carry.\n\"We're staying this time, right? No more moving?\" He called out to Axel, his eyes closing a bit as he relaxed into the mattress. Already he could feel a bit of familiarity with the place, as if it was already his home. Maybe this move wouldn't be so bad."
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"value": "It had barely been three months before his reliable sources had informed him that the Organization was hot on his trails again. Now, Axel was still a member of this notorious group, but his plans differed from theirs. He was one of their \"elite\" members and one that the leader prized and favored, so, of course, he had been assigned the most important mission: to eliminate or recruit such gifteds like them. His target was Roxas, and whilst he had no real trouble with killing people in the past, he couldn't bring himself to kidnap, let alone murder this boy. In the end, he ended up falling for him and getting himself into one of those \"relationships\", and somehow, his duty had turned into some attempt to keep away from the organization. The gang had no idea that he was hiding their target, but the leader was growing antsy; thus, the manhunt had started.\nAxel, being the sly, devious, street-wise rat he was, successfully distracted the organization and managed to protect Roxas at the same time from other powerful groups that wanted to harness his elemental power. Roxas was still naive and so very clueless about this whole operation that Axel couldn't help but believe he was lugging around a rag doll at times, and it amused him that Roxas wouldn't complain about or question his suspicious moves, but it was all for his sake, really.\nNow that they were settled into their umpteenth home, the redhead let out a sigh of relief and took a few seconds to dawdle in front of their bedroom window, taking a peek through the blinds at the foreign scenery. His emerald eyes scanned the place, then, with a satisfied grunt, he drew the curtains shut and turned back to the blonde, a playful smirk masking his grim features. \"Ya know how bored I get of these places, besides, this place has cheaper rent,\" he grinned, crawling on top of Roxas to plant a soft kiss to his lips.\nSometimes, he wondered if he should tell Roxas, but his better judgment persuaded him not to. There was no need to freak his boyfriend out about how he had powers, how Axel was a pyromaniac, and that there was a bloodthirsty gang out to kill them both for these mentioned abilities. No way. He sat up and ran a hand through his fiery locks, tilting his head and smirking, \"Why, you don't like moving around, babe?\""
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"value": "Roxas kissed his boyfriend back, soft lips pressing against the other's briefly before it was broken. Yeah, he knew how bored Axel got of these places...it was a bit more than mildly irritating. When he first moved into Axel's place he figured they'd be there for a while or at least for however long the two continued dating. Axel had only moved there just a little bit before the two actually met and seemed to like his place, but apparently that was not the case. No, that move had been just like the one's after it, sporadic, out of the blue, and a bit worrying. Roxas always had suspicions as to why Axel had a problem with staying in one place for any extended period of time. He assumed it was some sort of problem that stemmed from his childhood; maybe he always moved then or something happened that he wasn't comfortable with sharing yet. He didn't even suspect that Axel was part of some Organization that wanted his blood.\n\"No,\" Roxas answered truthfully, sitting up as well. He wasn't going to lie to Axel, moving this much kind of sucked major dick. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the new experiences and scenery that came with each move, no, he loved that. But you could get both of those things from traveling. Nobody moved every couple of months just for those two things, no, there definitely had to be another reason. He wasn't going to push it though, it was just part of Axel.\n\"It sucks, but I'm here, aren't I?\" He smiled at the redhead, leaning towards him to kiss his lips softly again. \"Besides, this place is nicer than the last and I've never been here before and I've heard nothing but good things about Twilight Town, so...I'm more okay with this move than with others.\" That should make Axel happy considering how unhappy Roxas was after they moved the second time and he was basically stuck indoors all day because he hated the entire neighborhood. At least he was trying this time!"
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"value": "\"It's nice moving around once in a while. The same ol' neighborhood gets boring pretty fast, and besides, I'm not a... settle-down type of guy,\" Axel admitted with a fox-like smirk, running his chiseled hand down the length of Roxas' milky thigh. He also had to confess, though, that even as he may seem like a promiscuous goofball, he was actually quite the opposite. To prove it, Axel had been \"dating\" the blonde for a while, now, and was currently working his ass off to keep him from a bloodthirsty organization out for both their blood. If that wasn't some sort of passionate dedication, he didn't know whatwas.\n\"You'll thank me one day,\" he snorted with a brief chuckle, sliding halfway on top of Roxas and supporting his weight with his sturdy forearms. With a delicate gesture not characteristic of his brutal looks, he grazed Roxas' cheek with the back of his digits as if he was some fragile petal, admiring the way the light seeping through the blinds bounced off of his mesmerizing blue eyes. To think, he pondered, 'Roxas has the whole ocean in his eyes...' He meant this in a different sense than the romantic inference, of course. He was aware of what sort of \"gift\" his boyfriend possessed, and as an ex-member of a power-hungry organization, his infatuation with such strength allured him and, quite frankly, tickled his curiosity.\nHe glanced at him, then ran a hand through his own mane of fiery crimson hair, the corners of his lips tugging upwards into a mischievous smirk. \"You wanna take a walk around town, or would 'christening' our new bed seem like a better idea?\" he grinned, sliding his fingertips under the hem of Roxas' shirt to fondle his smooth, flawless skin."
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"value": "The blonde beneath Axel rolled his eyes at the male's words and actions. He wasn't a settle-down type of guy? He would have believed that two years ago before they started dating, but they'd been going strong for quite awhile now and there wasn't an end in sight. Unless Axel had them continuously moving so that eventually nobody would know who they were and he could finally kill Roxas without there being an suspicion, but that was highly unlikely.\n\"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I will.\" Roxas rolled his eyes, but then locked them with Axel's own emerald ones when he brushed his cheek. He liked to tease and play with the redhead, but he truly did love him and care for him and he knew the other only had his best interests in mind. So if that meant moving every couple of months he'd be happy to do so...as long as he didn't have to carry any of the heavy shit. He smiled up at his boyfriend just a tad as they held one another's gazes. Unfortunately for Roxas, the sun was shining right in his eyes and they began to water. However, in Axel's view, he may have seen the blue of his orbs begin to spin just a bit, twirling like whirlpools. But then within moments the anomaly was gone, Roxas blinked a few times and everything was back to normal.\n\"Mm,\" He smiled at the offer of either taking a stroll around the neighborhood or sex. His eyes closed at the feeling of Axel's warm fingers sliding against his equally warm flesh. \"Well...how about we have sex and then take a walk around town? Or we could do them in reverse. Your pick.\" Already though, Roxas' own hands were sliding down Axel's back and dragging the end of his shirt up over his back."
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