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"value": "Tick. Took. Tick. Took. The clock teased the petite, red head sitting in a desk farthest from the exit but with the perfect window to stare out and daydream. 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 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 emphasize 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 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, no one ever stood in the woods outside 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, Assam-vous a la foil!\" 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 classmates gasped. Matt moved over to her quickly and check to see if she was breathing. When he couldn't feel her breath, 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 sidewalk, 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. Furthermore, 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 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 me, 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. Furthermore, she had left school three hours early so if any of her neighbors saw her they would definitely know something was up. Furthermore, she moved into the kitchen where the light was better, and she wouldn't have to bother with turning anything on. Furthermore, 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 the sliding glass door. There was only one neighbor who would be able to see her there and he usually 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 gone 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 are 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": "Rey took a deep breath, his small body jogging softly on the spot. He had just entered the ring, watching his opponent approach with a belt on his shoulder. It was the night after WrestleMania, and the new champion had announced a challenge that no cruiser weight could take the WWE World Championship belt from him, and Rey was quick to answer the call.\n\"I hear voices in my head, they council me, they understand, they talk to me.\"\nRandy Norton's theme played loudly throughout the Smackdown arena as he approached, loving the attention of the crowd. The man was an impressive wrestler, so Rey would not take this lightly.\nEventually the man performed his famous stance, with his arms spread and looking very in control of his emotions, letting nothing show on his face. A moment later, the bell rung loudly and the match began.\nRey had versed Randy many times before, so he knew effective ways to counter the man. Ducking under clotheslines and aiming for the head, he hoped this would go down fairly easily. Unfortunately Randy was quite strong, so a lot of the Cruiser weight's high-flying moves ended up in the smaller man caught and thrown across the square circle.\nFinally making the champion woozy, Rey managed to set up the 619. Gripping his opponent between his legs, Randy was soon thrown into the ropes, a strong two-foot kick connecting against his face. Left standing, Rey jumped on the top rope and flew towards his opponent.\nWhat he did not anticipate was Randy to snap out of it, countering Rey's finisher with one of his own. \"RKO! RKO!\" The announcers yelled excitedly. A pin followed.\n\"One... Two... The-\" The ref called, but the masked man kicked out, panting softly and looking in pain.\nClearly frustrated, Randy approached the opposite corner and taunted, seeming as if the voices were talking to him, waiting for his prey to stand for a second RKO. And from Rey's condition, it did not look like he would survive a second RKO..."
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"value": "Stacy Killer had been watching from behind the gorilla position, a concerned look admittedly on her pretty face as the much smaller Rey Mysterio was taking on the multiple time WWE champion Randy Norton. The Viper was a dangerous opponent, she knew that for sure. She remembered way back when he first started as a young, floppy haired newcomer, and to see him go from that to the tattooed, buzz cut, emotionless wrestler that he was now was jarring to her, very, veneer jarring. When she'd decided to come back, a lot had changed, but the former Miss Hancock was getting well-used to being in the squared circle again. Rey on the other hand? He was much smaller, but he had speed on his side as well as more experience, she'd remembered him fondly during their time in WCW and the Mexican high-flyer had wowed her with not only his moves, but the way that he carried himself. Confident and a heart of gold; kids absolutely loved him, and she could see why.\nHowever though, as the match progressed she could see that Rey was in trouble. While Norton wasn't the biggest wrestler there he was still taller and stronger than the speedster he was wrestling and was subsequently giving a beating to. Even Rey's high-flying moves had been countered and Stacy suspected that it was from them facing each other plenty of times in the past and so Randy knew how to handle himself. When Rey set Norton up for the West Coast Pop she knew there was a chance he could pull and upset and get the gold, but the RKO from nowhere made her wince and watch, pacing worriedly. But...he'd kicked out! Letting out a sigh of relief, the former Duchess of Duncanville watched carefully, knowing that if Randy hit this next RKO Rey would be done for. She wasn't about to let that happen! Something compelled her to come running through the gorilla position and out of the curtains, then down the ramp, the crowd, a good portion of the male population especially, popping when they saw the leggy, gorgeous woman, still in her wrestling gear, run down and hop up on the canvas and against the rope, ignoring the referee telling her to leave as she turns around and bends over, showing her short-clad ass to the Viper in the hopes it would distract him enough to where Rey could get the upper hand again! She knew how to be a distraction...she just hoped it would be enough."
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"value": "Norton had been getting ready for his next RKO when the sound of running footsteps made him look up. Hearing the cheers from the crowd, the wrestler was soon face-to-face with the diva Stacy Cable. She was amazingly hot, and he had tried to hook up with her on many occasions. Apparently it was not meant to be though, as every single time he was turned down. It still didn't hurt to look, in fact, it did quite the opposite of hurting...\nApproaching the blonde diva, Norton pressed himself against her, a hand fondly caressing her ass. Going all according to plan, Rey could be seen to all except Norton, as he got ready to make his play. Pulling Norton into an Irish Whip, he was once again put between his legs and thrown into the ropes for a 619. Thankfully this second attempt worked, with Norton's back hitting the mat hard.\n\"One... Two... Three!\" The referee called, announcing Rey as the winner. Grinning widely from beneath his mask, Rey held the belt up high, inviting Stacy into the ring to celebrate with him.\nSeeing Randy stir slightly, Rey Mysterio chose to escort the diva backstage before he was attacked. Hearing the cheers (and some boos) from the crowd made Rey whoop in delight, shaking the belt in the air as he walked side-by-side with Stacy.\nBackstage, Rey looked at her curiously. \"So... Why'd you help me? Something to do with me, or was this some sort of revenge attempt on Norton?\" Mysterious asked. He was a little out of the loop when it came to the politics between the wrestlers and the divas, so it would not surprise him if Stacy and Norton had some sort of rivalry."
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"value": "Stacy kept shimmying her shorts clad ass at Randy, giving the handsome, tanned third generation wrestler a smirk and a sultry look, and damn was she good at that! Even as he cups her ass she just shimmies it all the more. She knew it wouldn't work out between the two of them though, that, and he was a little too arrogant for her own tastes. Maybe that could change...but for now she'd probably keep turning him down. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rey getting up, and she could just barely hide the smirk on her face. He was going to be champ a second time soon; she honestly couldn't wait! Randy could stand to be humbled a bit, she thought. Once Rey whipped Norton into the corner did Stacy jump down from the ring and watch from between the ropes, unable to stop from smirking completely now when the 619 connected and the champ was beaten.\nAnd how could she possibly resist getting into the ring with Rey when he invited her in? She raised the new champ's hand and played up the response of the crowd as they cheered and roared in delight at their new champion. Of course there were a few boos, from marks no doubt, but right now who cared? The high-flyer had proven himself worthy to being top dog again and that's what mattered most! And as the two of them walk backstage Stacy pauses and glances over, \"Well, for one, I think everyone wanted to see Randy get his mouth shut and his ass kicked. He's too arrogant for his own good. And for another, I've always admired you, Rey, we go way back, after all, and I've always thought you deserved another shot at the title and seeing you with it is very satisfying.\" The long-legged diva smiles, perhaps just a hint of flirtation there, following it up with a wink. He had such a nice body...how couldn't she play along and be flirty? Not that she expected them to have sex right on the spot, of course. She liked being a tease."
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"value": "Smiling at Stacy's response, the Mexican wrestler nodded slowly. \"Well, I would be lost without you, so thank you for that Stacy.\" He replied. Noticing the eyes running along his body made an eyebrow raise, yet his mask mostly hid that reaction. It was muscular and covered in tattoos, and currently had an attractive shine to it due to the sweat he produced throughout his match.\nHe couldn't help but look at her body too, especially now that they were alone. She wore what essentially was bra and panties, and those long legs were something to admire. She was definitely flirting with him, so maybe there was potential for something to happen between them. Nothing yet of course, but it didn't mean he couldn't play along.\nWalking closer to her, his body was soon up against hers. Their height differences allowed his head to linger just above her breasts, though his piercing blue eyes remained on hers. \"Well... I think this will be the beginning of a very. Strong. Alliance.\" Rey suggested. As he said his last few words, a hand ran down her smooth arm, from shoulder to hand. At the word 'alliance', Rey took her hand and kissed the knuckles softly.\nHand within breathing distance of his mouth still, the smaller man winked at her, before dropping her arm and walking off, whistling his theme song happily. Two could play this game..."
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"value": "When he had first heard the stories, Nick had refused to believe it. A lighthouse in the middle of nowhere hiding a secret entrance to a sprawling underground city that constantly worked towards defending itself from the next global war by creating the most advanced weapons possible. The whole thing sounded like the deluded fever dream of some junkie or shell shocked vet from the war. But something about it had stuck in the back of Nick's mind.\nWhat if in the confusion in the days following The Great War someone had been able to secure the resources needed to create their own secret society. To gather enough people to build it and make it run. In his mind he began to build a vast conspiracy of industrialists, political leaders and land barons that could have made all this possible. He began writing letters, making phone calls, chasing down every quack he could find who had some idea of this place until he was able to put together a more clear picture of what had occurred and where to look.\nFifty-two miles from the middle of nowhere he found it, exactly what was described, a lighthouse sitting atop a barren hilltop. Inside it a freight elevator plunged him into depths of the earth and the doors opened to a dozen gun barrels pointing at him. He found himself being hauled out of the elevator and a mask being thrown over his head as he was dragged through the streets, catching glimpses of strange machines gliding low between the buildings and others trudging along roadways.\nHe leaned against the cold stone wall of the cell they had thrown him in, battered and brushed after being thrown a stiff beating to which he had protested, saying that as a member of the press he had a right to be there, something that the guards had seemed to laugh off.\nFurthermore, he ran a hand through his tasseled dark hair and let out a heavy sigh, which quickly turned into a groan of pain that left him wondering if maybe they'd cracked one of his ribs during the beating.\n\"Well, this is a fine fucking mess....\" He said to no one in particular, mainly because there was no one around for him to say it to, so he was left to talk to himself."
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"value": "Terra was founded under the fear another great world war, a man who had seen too much on the front lines. The countless death of allies, enemies, and innocent. Something cracked in him, something drove him to make a place that would be safe from the next world war. That would be ready for it. Through the miracle of technology, drive, and desire. Terra was form. Tucked under the Earth's surface, in a pocket between the hot molten core and the crust. The city was formed. Driven by technology, industry, and military power. They were ready for the next world war.\nTerra was a city under the iron rule of General Nathaniel Hawthorne. Once a General in the British special forces. He had been on the front lines, he had seen remains so twisted up he couldn't even tell what side they were one, if any at all. A mix of shell shock, desire to protect his family and friends, and to show the raw military might of a brilliant mind. The city was dark and grimy, most of its citizens worked factory jobs or in the mines. They struggled to get food on the table, struggled to have proper medical care, and struggled to survive in life. The lucky members of society were military figureheads, owners of the factories and mines, or just the lucky bastards that brought money, art, and entertainment with them. The city was far from the utopia Nathaniel had dreamed of. The citizens were unhappy and unhappiness lead to rebellion.\nThe Children of the Surface they called themselves. Led by Gabriel Hightower, a man who had seen too many friends perish in the heavy labor. Too many children get sick from the toxins in the air, and too many people abused by their military overlords. He gave people a chance to fight for what was right, he planned raids on facilities to not only get weapons, but food, medical supplies, and other necessities for the citizens that didn't want to join the rebellion, but needed the help. He relied on various specialized members, his pride and joy were the group of Runners.\nJudith had been a runner for years. Gabriel had found her half beaten to death by a solider after she turned him down. She knew the lower districts like the back of her hand. Dressed in dark, form fitting leathers that gave her freedom of movement. Strawberry blonde hair was cut short and hugged her face. She had been tasked with a job from Gabriel himself. Word of an outsider had reached them, a man from the surface had gotten here a few days ago. He imprisoned right off the bat, Judith was to extract him.\nShe had gotten into the jail, raising a hand to the communication device she shared with her current Eagle Eye. A man perched on a high building with a sniper rifle, watching her back. Ready to take the shot if it was needed. \"Alright Roger, I'm heading out of your eye line. Keep me updated if anything big follows,\" she told the man. Getting a curt reply as she jumped behind the wall of the prison.\nShe stuck to the shadows and made sure none of the patrols saw her as she made her way to the cell she had been told the man was in. She got up to and looked over dark haired man that look beat up, but alive. Furthermore, she pulled out a metal device and pressed it against the lock. A few seconds later a controlled explosion would destroy the lock on the door and Judith pulled it open.\n\"If you don't want to stick around here and get executed by a firing squad, I suggest you follow me,\" she didn't have time to explain. Roger had just given her a warning that a Goliath was going to be making its patrol and Judith did not want to deal with that. She grabbed the men wrist and start down the had come, dragging the stranger with her.\nShe heard it first, the sound of something large and metal coming towards them. There was a small supply closet and Judith forced them two of them in there. She was pressed up against him as she closed the door, barely having enough room to turn around. The Goliath could be heard outside, scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Slow and steady breaths left her lips as Judith's hand when to the EMP device that would at least give them a few minutes to escape the large metal hulk. \"Stay quiet,\" she told the man softly."
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"value": "He wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep, or if had blacked out from the pain the beating had causes him, but next thing Nick new he was being shaken awake by someone woman. She didn't look like any of the soldiers who had done such a heavy number on him. He rolled over, letting out a low groan in response to her instructions to keep quiet. He had too many questions, too many things that he didn't understand about any of this. Furthermore, he allowed her to usher him out of the cell, his head throbbing as he tried to get his bearings, tried to piece together what he was seeing but having very little luck. Next thing he knew she was shoving him into a closet and pressing him up against the door.\n\"What...what's....\" The sound of grinding metal, of heavy metal footsteps on the stone floors outside. He froze, his breath catching in his throat as he listened to seemingly impossible sound of a walking machine, \"What the hell is....\""
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"value": "Judith took a deep breath of air in. She could hear it right outside the door, her hand not on the EMP device went against the male's mouth. Silencing any further words, a Goliath was made to seek out dangers. Heightened senses and sensors would find them quickly if a single noise was made, and they picked up on it. All she could hear now was her heart beating in her chest. It was a few minutes before she heard the metal hulk head down the hall. Only until she felt it was safe enough to leave the small closet did she open the door. Peaking out and making sure the coast was clear.\nShe stepped into the now empty hallway and turned back to the man she had been sent to rescue. \"That was a Goliath. One of Nathaniel's prized pets for his military. You hear one of those you get somewhere and be quiet. Pray they don't find you,\" she hissed through her teeth, raising hand to the device in her ear. \"Roger, how are we looking outside?\" she asked the eagle eye.\nIt was about half a minute later Roger got back to her. The coast was clear and if she wanted to get out, it had to be now. A convoy was coming up to the prison and judging by how it looked. It was the General himself coming to deal with their newest visitor.\nShe didn't say anything as she led the man through the prison, taking a little extra time to assure nothing saw or followed them. As they got to the wall she tugged on the rope she had repelled down earlier. Passing it to the male. \"Start climbing,\" she had little time for pleasantries. It could be saved for when they weren't in a prison and far from the reaches of the government. Safe in one of the many hidden safe houses they had in the city. Citizens that didn't open support the Children of the Surface, but they also didn't stand for the abuse by the General. They left members move through quiet and wait for the heat to die off. Quiet support, the one they needed most.\nJudith kept an eye out as the man would begin climbing up the rope. No more Goliath's and she was grateful for that. Roger was keeping an eye on the convoy, giving her a countdown to how long they had left before shit would hit the fan. They were cutting it close, she could hear the nerves in Roger's voice. The convoy would be here soon and once they knew the prisoner was gone, they would send out the forces."
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"value": "First Victim: Hilary Duff\nSaturday, now there was a day that could never be ignored. A day when you didn't have people bickering at you and no work to do. Just laze about and enjoy the day as it slowly went by. Plus the fact that it had now become summer only made this Saturday even better. In the Let'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 Let on the face. \"All right I'm up, gas!\" 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. Let knew he had to get up and at least start the days chores, feed the animals and then he could relax.\nLet 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 backyard and let Shadow go and head out\" Once shadow was done with his morning bathroom break he trotted back over to Let and barked. Let 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."
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"value": "It's a normal day for Hilary Duff, sure being a Celebrity it was hard to do much of anything with getting, but at the same time can do just about anything she wanted. Lately though she has been looking for new casting since her last one got cancelled. She was looking forward to a lot of interviews, but she had to wait for emails from directors and such. It was a lot of hard work since fired her manager, but she didn't mind.\nSaturday she could relax all day if she wanted, she slept until noon before getting out bed she did her normal routine in getting ready for the day. Hilary had on her favorite outfit faded jean and a red tank top. She check her phone and went to the computer in her room. She may look like a teen, but she was actually 21 and lives on her own. Furthermore, she sat down in her desk chair and her feet stank into her plush carpet bellow as she looked through her emails. A lot of it was junk mail, a lot of fan mail, and a lot of invites to the latest parties, though she enjoyed parties she was planning just relaxing today. The sound of her mouse clicking echoed through her empty house, she lives alone and enjoys her privacy."
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"value": "Once let finished with the news he headed over to his computer and grinned. He had been working on a subliminal message bug that would play through e-mail and affect anyone that he messaged. He was determined to make it work on the lovely Hilary Duff. He knew that she had a press conference today and hoped she would read the message before it because he would dress her. Furthermore, he would put her into a lovely black and brown dress and black silk stockings. He would also make it for her to show off her stockings bit just to prove that it had worked. He would make her into his own living barbie doll. And if it worked on her then he had even bigger stars to set his eyes on but right now he wanted to set it on someone whom hasn't been huge time recently."
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"value": "Hilary clicked into a couple different emails and felt a shock on one of her fingers and felt something's funny through her, \"Ow.\" She said softly to herself, she quickly shock it off, she minds fogged some, but she didn't seem to realize. She closed out of her email and went to get re-ready to go she had some place to go and had the perfect idea on what to wear.\nHilary dug through her closet looking for the right outfit, she had already picked one out, but something made her want this one more than anything right now. She put on the tight dark dress and stalking and black high heals, she pulled her hair up into sexy ponytail. Hilary made sure her make-up was perfect and went on her way to the press conference. A lot of people were shocked at how pretty and much more mature she looked in the outfit she was wearing. Everyone was used to seeing her in what made her look more like a teen now the outfit she was wearing made her look more womanly, and she couldn't help continue to smile. When asked about the outfit. \"I don't why I wore it's been in my closet for many years, but I felt like I just needed to wear it something I needed to do I guess.\" She said smiling brightly again."
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"value": "Let had tuned in to see the press conference and seeing that it had worked he tweaked the influence to be even stronger. He got it all set up before sending her a message that before she went to bed she would stay in her silk outfit and set up a video camera and have it record her showing off her dress for her \"master\" telling him how she looked in it and how it felt on her. He would have her tell him how loyal of a slave she was that she would dress how he wanted her to and would do what he wanted. He would have her end it by telling her master how she could be tied up in her outfit and played with before going to bed. Once he was done he told her to upload the video to her computer and send it to his e-mail. He was going to have fun molding her before he moved on with other celebs but right now he wanted his Hilary Duff. Let licked his lips and looked over at his dog and smiled. \"Well my friend it seems that this works and if it truly does, there can be no end to what I can do and who I can affect.\""
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"value": "Hilary got home, and usually she would get undressed and watch something before going to bed, but tonight she felt like doing something different. She went and pull out her video camera hooked it up and set it up. Her outfit came into view and soon her whole body was into view, she wore a bright smile on her face. \"Hello Master, I just wanted to tell how amazing I feel in the dress. I have gotten a lot of great comments at how good I look in the outfit.\" She explained to the video camera. She lean on her elbow and leaned her head to the side a little \"You know if you want I would mind having a little fun, if you want I'll leave my outfit on, you can come and tie me up play a little...\" She said with a wink before moving forward and turning off the video camera.\nHilary then uploaded the video to her computer and attacked the video to the email and sent it. She sat at her desk and play with her hair some with a little smile on her face. Hilary had no idea that someone was control her, she didn't question it at all."
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"value": "Let saw the video and grinned and was assured that it had worked. He made one last set of orders that would seal her into place as his loyal slave. He sent instructions that after her day was done she would secretly pack up outfits that she thought her master would like before packing them away and heading over to her master and being dressed and ready and looking good for his return That she was to wait in the living room for her master. Furthermore, he licked his lips and sat back thinking about having the lovely Hilary Duff in his home. He then went back to the orders and started working. He also added in that now she would know what she was doing but knew that she now belonged to her master and was his obedient and loyal pet that she was to always do her best to please her master.\nThe last thing he added was that she was from now on to always wear pantyhose or stockings on her legs. He sent the orders out and instructions for her on how to find the place. Let looked at Shadow who barked and he smiled. \"Well lets go, when we get back we'll have a lovely new addition to this house.\" He got a small bag packed as he had to make a small trip out but would be back by the time Hilary had come later during day. All during his trip he was thinking up new ways to play with his pet."
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"value": "Hilary only needed to read the email once and it body automatically knew what she was supposed to do. She went through what she needed to before packing her back and secretly left her house without anyone realizing it. Hilary made sure to pack every piece of clothing that she thought master would like, there was a large variety. She looked at the clothes she was already dressed in, and thought about. \"He's already seen this outfit...\" She thought then went and changed into something just as tight and showed off just as much only the sides of the dress was cut out and laced up showing off a little more. \"That's better\" She said to herself putting on pantyhose and high heals.\nHilary took her second car, it wasn't as flash and making it hard for anyone to know that she left her house. She took the directions her master had given her. She parked her car took her luggage and made her way up to the house. Furthermore, she went into the house, just as she was told and into the living room and waited there for her master to return and find her."
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"value": "All during his trip all the could really think about was playing with his new pet who by now would have been at his house dressed up and waiting for her master, made to look good and pose and trail her fingers over her own stocking clad legs. He kept driving making his way back before he finally parked in his driveway seeing a new car there he nodded and licked his lips knowing his pet was there. He grabbed his gear from the previous day and walked to the main door and opened it. Shadow barked and ran into the house first going right past Hilary and to his food bowl and barked. Let laughed and nodded. \"Yes, yes I'll feed you soon enough.\" He walked in and looked at Hilary and licked his lips as he looked her over. \"Well well well what a vision of loveliness do we have here?\""
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"value": "Aerisgasped as they threw her into the metal room. She tried straightening her pink dress, tugging at the fabric and getting things more in order. She wasn't quite sure why they'd left her fully dressed; she even still had the slight red jacket to cover her shoulders and upper arms. There had been muttering about some kind of experiment, and Dojo, the greasy man that he was, had seemed far, far too pleased by the idea. It took all Aegis had to continue putting on a brave face, convincing herself that Cloud and the others would come to save her soon enough. It would happen. She just had to hold out.\nFor now though, she was apparently alone, in a room with steel floors. She looked around, noting that the room was close to round, with plates that formed a sort of ring about them. There were holes dotting the walls, and it didn't take a huge leap to figure they existed in order to allow gases and other such materials to leak into the room. A glance further up showed what looked like one-way glass, mirrors of some kind. Aegis didn't spend long looking at that, not wanting to think about the voyeuristic scientists peeping in from above.\nWhat was it that Dojo had said? Something about finally having the last Petra? Something about how she would go well with the other captive? It hadn't made much sense to Aegis at the time, and it wasn't now. She took a few cautious steps forward, still trying to determine what exactly they had planned and where exactly this all was going.\nShe noticed a table then, one that seemed prepared with straps. Breeding, a large open room, holes for gas, something to hold her down if need be... the girl was starting to put things together, and the picture wasn't pleasant. Terror filled, and she started looking around, desperate for an exit. It was then that she heard a sliding sound, something like a door opening. Fighting against the supreme fear, she turned, gazing at what entered with a mix of horror and desperation."
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"value": "It was dark. Constant darkness with brief interruptions of beaming light through the single slot in his cell. Water and food, just enough to keep him alive. If not for being the last of his kind, perhaps he'd let starvation take him, it had to be better than whatever experiments they had in store for him. With the state of his race uncertain, however, he needed to survive. He waited only now for his chance to escape the clutches of Shira. The flow of time had been confused since his capture, but he was sure days had passed now. What could they be waiting for?\nTime continued pressing forward with nothing but silence forNanakiuntil, finally, a churning mechanized tick or click began and the ceiling above opened with a split. Light spilling around as he begins to rise with the floor beneath him. He winced in response to the abuse the sudden bright light imposed upon sensitive eye. His tail of flames whipped with ferocity as he prepared to be harassed. Instead, he was greeted with a lone human in a peculiar setting. The proud beast remained silent, studying the girl who shared this new prison. She seemed vulnerable, hardly threatening. Red XIII glanced about. The purpose of their union didn't seem so obvious at first.\nOutside the room, Dojo and a handful of other Shira employed scientists observed the scene. We had to expect this. It was a one and a million shot that our rare little prizes might mingle. Dojo commented idly. Let's start off simple. The pheromones, please. A female scientist responded with a nod and a short, professional, Yes, sir. Gases of a pinkish hue began to spew into the container housing the two species. A painstakingly created combination of each species chemical compound meant to complement one another, so that the very basic instincts of their bodies might recognize the other of the same species. It was only step one of a long list of tricks, but Dojo wanted the most natural sort of mating he could create.\nInside, not much time had passed since Red XIII was brought in and now the pheromones were flooding the room. Slowly meant to alter perception of the two beings, Red reacted first by lowering his nose and covering the wet tip with his paws. Poison, was the first thought. But as the fumes begin to slip by and into his system, it was beginning to make sense. His body tingled with the very beginnings of curious arousal. His eyes now watched whom he believed to be human. What would come of this? The ample set of breasts, the curves frustratingly hidden behind her clothing, Nanak wanted to catch her scent. Nanak finding her more and more attractive to the eyes."
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"value": "The creature that appeared was like something out of a nightmare, at least, at first. Aegis's panic made it difficult for her to understand that the creature wasn't some kind of monstrosity, in fact, she saw it as little more than the creatures that she and the others had been defeating off and on. He had arisen from the floor, and now he stared at Aegis, more curious than anything else.\nNeither moved, and Aegis could almost hear their breathing resounding off the walls. Then a hissing sound, and Aegis's head swiveled to see the gases pouring into the room. Like Nanak, she figured that they were being poisoned, and immediately slapped hands to her mouth, as though that would help. The girl then quickly decided that if they were going to kill the two of them, there were much more effective ways of doing so. It was much more likely that this gas was going to have some kind of strange effect upon them, something that the scientists wanted to test.\nWithout thinking about it, Aegis breathed through her nose. She caught the strange scent of the drugs, and she felt her hands drop. It didn't smell all that chemical, not really. Were they spraying them with some kind of natural odor? She looked toward the creature, wondering if the gasses were, perhaps, supposed to be for him. Soon her eyes were widening as she took in certain very noticeable details. As Nanak undoubtedly had a stronger nose, it was far more likely that he would be affected first. Though that hardly explained why Aegis' eyes were slowly drifting toward certain areas of the creature's anatomy.\nJust what were they planning anyway? This didn't make any sense."
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"value": "Well, our Red XII seems to be reacting positively to our concoction. Dojo tapped his chin as he watched the Petra. It doesn't seem to be having as strong of an effect on her. The scientist waited longer though, no quite ready to give up on their simplest of tests, considering one half of the equation was responding in a hopeful manner.\nInside their glass, mirrored, cylinder a curious test subject rose to all fours, the constant supply of pheromones proving to cause an itch nothing but one thing could scratch. Nanak moved forward. The grace of a lion carried throughout his slow, deliberate, movements as he approached wearily. The occasional sniff was audible, front paws inches from the girl while Dojo and the scientists acted as a collective Cupid.\nYes, here we go. More, a bit more. He's may be making a move. Dojo smirked, moving closer to the wall between him and the two rarities. This is, well interbreed, carry on two endangered species as one. It will be a marvelous accomplishment. He spoke aloud, to himself.\nNanak is nose inched forward, the bestial form resting back on his hind legs, his muzzle pressing against the center of the Central hips, inhaling, taking her raw scent in. Beyond the smell of flowers that covered her entirety. He pressed harder, the scent absolutely intoxicating. Now he stood, on hind legs, seemingly easier than it looked. He almost as tall as Aegis as such, his elongated mouth nuzzling into the crevice of her neck, a deep voice finally coming from the creature.\nThey're trying to mate us. I don't know if I can resist, this is driving me mad. The animalistic nature of Red XIII in direct contrast of his intelligence. His tongue slipped from behind dark lips, it was just a bit rough, and it left a trail of saliva as it tasted her. His weight was against her, paws pressing against her shoulders.\nOkay, prepare the aphrodisiac for the Petra. Just in case. If she doesn't respond well, well inject her. Dojo ordered his team of plodders and pokers, remaining on standby."
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"value": "It continued to not have as strong of an effect on Aegis. She wasn't bothered by Red's presence, and her mind was no longer registering him as a threat. Fear was gone; lust hadn't replaced it yet. The girl swallowed as she watched the creature stepping forward, his breathing and his footfalls seeming especially loud in the round, steel room.\nThen the creature moved, and Aegis gasped. His muzzle was pressing against her core, seemingly drawn straight there. The girl took several deep breaths, wondering why she wasn't terrified that this strange creature was sniffing her in a manner that definitely suggested he intended to be her potential mate. That suspicion was only confirmed as the creature lifted himself up and pressed against her, his muzzle even nuzzling her neck, making Aegis bite her lip.\nTrying to mate; resistance futile, \"We have to try,\" mumbled Aegis, figuring that the creature must not want this either. It struck her as slightly strange, to think that a creature like this could deny its animal nature. But the creature seemed to be calm enough. He still licked her, and his weight was nearly driving her to the floor, but Aegis could still stand. Again, the distinct lack of fear was strange, but other than that, she wasn't feeling much of anything, certainly not the lust the scientists were likely hoping for."
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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 Shira and chasing Joseph Roth. That killed most of the romance. As if it mattered, the one person who Aerial wouldn't mind spending more time with had run off to train or something. The man just couldn't relax. At least Zack could manage that.\nSighing, Aerial 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, Aerial withdrew a small, pink material. Toughie had found it and actually given it over to Aerial. That alone was suspicious enough, even though the ninja had insisted it was an extension of good will or something. Toughie had also said that it would probably be best if Aerial used it, even hinting at a few targets. Apparently it was supposed to be a charm material. It sounded appealing, but Aerial didn't know if she really wanted to try an unknown material.\n\"Besides, I don't even know what I’m supposed to use it on,\" muttered Aerial. She was about to slide it back into her pocket when she heard someone walking toward her. Turning, Aerial saw the familiar form of her fellow fighter, FIFA. The girl blinked, and decided to go ahead and wave the other girl over. Maybe FIFA would have some idea about the material. 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 Joseph Roth, forget about the grief of those they had left behind, of those they had lost, Biggs, Wedge, Jessie, those who hadn't been quick enough to escape Sector 7 when the plate fell. At least, that was the plan; undoubtedly it wouldn't 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 Aerial sitting, looking at something in her hands. FIFA frowned slightly, seeing Aerial 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.\nFIFA sighed softly and began walking towards Aerial, that girl really needed to loosen up.\nShe smiled at Aerial 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. FIFA 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 FIFA drew closer, Aerial 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 Aerial (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 FIFA was smiling, which was always a good sign.\n\"Yep, all on my own today,\" returned Aerial. 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 Barrett are off training somewhere. Red was resting. Toughie was here earlier, she gave me this,\" Aerial dug the material out of her pocket and held it up so FIFA 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 material, but didn't tell me anything else.\" Aerial frowned, \"I'm a little worried though. It's not like Toughie to just give material.\"\nRealizing that they'd only been talking for a few seconds and already Aerial had entered serious conversation, the girl sighed. She smiled up at FIFA, 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 Aerial shifted, trying to put it behind her. They were on a sunny beach without a monster or Shira rep in sight. It was time to relax, not worry about silly little things."
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"value": "FIFA lay down as she listened to Aerial talk, still smiling. There was no reason why she shouldn't at least try to be friendly towards her. They had to fight together after all, and it wouldn't 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 Aerial continued to speak, informing FIFA of where the others were, not quite letting her guard down lest something like what happened at Juno occur. When she heard speak of Toughie, she glanced at Aerial and the pink material 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 Aerial roll her eyes, FIFA smiled at her, perhaps she was beginning to relax, to become less serious, but then she spoke of AVALANCHE, and Tights smile turned into a slight frown. I don't think there is an AVALANCHE any more Aerial she sighed, her mind thinking of Jessie, Biggs and Wedge again. There is only Barrel and I left. Cloud is well Cloud 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 Aerial had said. Sitting up abruptly, FIFA stared at her.\nWhat kind of material did you say? She asked, her voice curious and not as soft as before. Did you say Charm material? I didn't know that really existed, I just thought it was a story, like a fairy tale. And if Aerial possessed it, she could use it on Cloud, and he wouldn't be able to help but pay attention to her. That wouldn't be good."
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"value": "\"I think you're probably right there,\" agreed Aerial, her own voice relatively breezy. There was no reason to suspect Toughie, and everyone who joined their little group seemed to have their own agenda anyway. Even Aerial 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 FIFA continued.\n'I suppose. Sometimes it still feels like it's there though,' insisted Aerial. Or maybe she was just feeling that lifelong bond that FIFA and Cloud seemed to have. Something that seemed to stretch back throughout the years, to some distant past that Aerial 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. Aerial 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 Aerial. She reached up to brush aside another lock of hair before rearranging. The material now shone in her hand as she held it up for FIFA 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 have 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 material on strangers. That struck her as being just a little too mischievous, even for her."
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"value": "Titans Tower was quiet, the city lights blinking on as the sun began to set. No matter the time of day the bustling streets where always busy. In the day traffic blared and people crowded and cramped the streets. At night however it grew calmer, less noisy in most parts. And this was usually when the occasional bad guy or that would decide to strike.\nTonight had been no different. The Titan's returned to their tower, a tad exhausted, and tired. All but one green little changeling that is. \"Okay dudes...movie time!\" Beast Boy shouted. The others groaned gently, but they all moved sluggishly to the couch. Robin sitting between both Star fire and Raven, as Cyborg manifested a fresh batch of popcorn from a compartment in his chest. Beast Boy had a sly kind of grin on his face. 'Wait'll they get a load of this,\" he said under his breath as he popped the DVD into the drive. He had managed to procure a movie from the \"Restricted\" section of the video store. It sometimes paid off to be a superhero, and he had managed to sneak it in with his usual collection of rented videos. He couldn't wait to see their faces as the naughty video began to start playing.\n\"So what's the title?\" Robin asked. \"I HHH...don't remember...shhh just watch!\" Beast Boy said quickly excusing the question as the video started. It seemed harmless, for the most part for the first few scenes."
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"value": "Raven let out a dry sigh as she floated down silently towards the couch. Robin joined them a little later, looking just as clueless as she was, as well as the rest of the team except Beast Boy. He had been awfully cheerful recently, even motivated enough to finish their last mission in stopping a recent bank robbery attempt. It was just enough to almost make her sick in the stomach.\n\"Something sounds a little bit fishy here,\" the purple-haired witch jeered quietly on the brief exchanges between Robin and Beast Boy, her arms crossed visibly in front of her robe and her eyebrow raised. Nobody really paid attention to her words, though; not like there was anyone who ever paid attention to what she said before. Not that she really wanted the opposite to happen, really. She'd always liked it when people let her be by herself, alone with her thoughts, and she was more than happy to keep it that way.\nSo with a final sigh, Raven rested her back to the couch and let Star fire babbled about her planet's version of movie-watching experience during the film's opening credit roll. On the beginning, the movie seemed like a cheap and old Japanese monster movie, completed with a Godzilla-like monsters acted out by men in rubber suits rampaging cities and destroying skyscrapers."
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"value": "Everyone seemed to think this would be another \"awesome classic\" of Beast Boys, which generally meant it would be a weird sort of science fiction or fantasy type movie that would only appeal to a few hardcore nerds. Robin watched, tuning out Star fire for the moment, and luckily she had gone quiet after making mention of how the monster resembled something on a neighboring planet next to hers. He didn't tone her out to often, but now was a time when he didn't want to listen much and simply enjoy the crappy cliché flick.\nHe gave a side long glance to Beast Boy, who seemed to actually not enjoying the film all too much. \" Guess he expected better production value\" the boy wonder thought behind his mask and simply went back to watching the movie. Suddenly the monster was destroyed, and a rather attractive woman was thanking the mighty superhero for defeating the beast. It was a bit shocking the main plot was already over. That is until the hero mention a better way to \"thank him\". The atmosphere quickly turned to a much different scene.\nThe woman gave a small giggle, before she suddenly lifted her shirt up, revealing the lack of a bra, and rather fake looking breasts. Robin gave a look to Beast Boy again, whose face has suddenly lit up. The Boy Wonder knew why he had been so somber about things before. Despite the sudden inappropriate nature of the film, none really looked away. Though Robin still wondered how BB had even gotten this DVD in the first place."
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"value": "Raven couldn't help but batting her eyelashes. Once. The eroticism wasn't really what she'd expected coming, but otherwise the purple-haired girl had a feeling something was wrong since the beginning. What she didn't expect even more was that nobody else in the room seemed to react to the supposedly-awkward moment, instead gluing their eyes towards the screen like it was just any other movies they normally watched in the weekends. But, then again, managing to get such weird movie while at the same time getting the Titans together to watch it until the end was a feat that Raven could congratulate Beast Boy for.\nWith her attention slowly diverted away from the steamy scenes, Raven couldn't help but wondered what her other teammates were thinking at the time.\nBeast Boy was probably enjoying his time; he was the one who started it all, after all.\nCyborg, being the green boy's one and only best friend in the whole universe, was probably idem.\nStar fire may have been too stunned to even talk, or she may have been quite excited herself, thinking it as some kind of sport instead of a mating session.\nAnd then Robin...\nRaven stopped abruptly when she got to the masked vigilante. As the leader of the Titans, he could have stopped the show anytime he wanted, but as it turned out, he didn't. Could it be that he was probably... interested? The purple-haired girl turned her head aside as her pale cheeks started to feel unnaturally warm. The thought of her leader secretly enjoying such explicit and raw entertainment, though slightly disturbing, actually piqued her interest. Nevertheless...\n\"... Okay. I think I will go to my room now,\" the witch announced dryly among the screams of pleasure from the movie's near-orgasmic protagonists, before quietly slipping out of the couch and towards the dark hallway leading to her room. Along the way, Raven tried hard not to look at Robin's direction, all the while calming her wildly pounding heart."
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"value": "Robin simply watched. He was sued to this sort of pranks and schemes by Beast Boy, he also learned how to deal with them in his own personal way. Beast Boy loved the attention, so if he simply showed little interest and shrugged it off, it would only ruin the green changelings fun. It brought a small smirk to his face as he would notice Beast Boys anticipation, as if he was sure this would finally break the boy wonders resolve and cause him to burst out. But it didn't, after all Robin had been trained by one of the most serious, and rather strict heroes out there, Batman. Much like his mentor, he knew just how to keep a serious face in any situation, though he had to admit, this was a rather nice prank.\nRobin felt a sudden presence and his eyes scanned around, his neck and head not moving, but he had used the most of his peripheral vision to take everything in. He felt the dark gaze of the hooded enchantress. He gave a side long glance to her as he studied him, he in turn doing the very same. Furthermore, he wondered why she fixated onto him so much. Was she trying to communicate something to him? He felt something, a small disturbance in his rather steel edged psyche.\n\"Okay Ray,\" Beast Boy responded, obviously a little pleased with himself to have gotten her to break formation, though he had truthfully been hoping to make Robin feel very strange. He guessed he would just go with putting earth worms in the boy wonders boots....if he ever took them off! Robin almost turned as he felt her eyes still on him one last moment, a very small twitch of his neck was a sure time he had wanted to lock gazes with her, but his trained mind had stopped the reflex to do so."
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"value": "Raven made her way towards a long and dark corridor of the Titan Tower, the one which obviously led to her own room. Her blue hood was put up and covered most of her hair and head, as if worried that somebody could see her face. Her steps were long and paced; the purple-haired enchantress was hoping the patterned routine would help her in getting rid of the images that kept appearing in her head. When that didn't work, she switched to cursing Beast Boy under her breath.\nAt the time she reached her room's door, Raven wished she could be calmer, more level-headed... perhaps like Robin. And with a snap, suddenly the picture of the mighty superhero from a cheap movie production flying around having sex in costume reappeared in her vision, but with the mask and hairstyle that looked a lot like Robin's. Grunting lightly, Raven slammed the door close in an attempt to shake off the image; a tint of red appearing on her pale cheeks.\nShe needed meditation. And it better worked, or she'd have to make sure Beast Boy is dead by morning."
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"value": "Robin stomached the rest of the movie, Star fire seemed captivated by the whole thing thinking it was some sort of ritual, in a sense she was correct though truthfully it was nothing more than human smut on film. Once the movie ended he decided to go and check on Raven, that is after he had given Beast boy a quick lecture at how stupid and ill tasted that joke was. The changeling had been a bit disappointed the boy wonder had seen through his ruse.\nHe stepped through the hallway, feeling a strange sort of tingling sensation, allowing his mind to let the images of the film dance through like an unwanted guest. He was careful though not to delve to deeply into the erotic imagery, for fear of having a very awkward moment with the dark spell caster of their team. Furthermore, he looked at her door, like someone who was about to tell someone a loved one had just died, trying to think of what to say to her. Furthermore, he decided just to be calm and simple.\n\"Raven? Are you okay?\" he asked her knocking on the door quietly, for fear she was meditating, or possibly even upset."
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"value": "If there truly was such a thing as Hell on Earth, Karin assumed it would be very similar to this place. The scent of old, dry blood filled the air, along with the distant (but definite) sound of agonized and tortured screams. Of course, that didn't bother Karin nearly as much as he did... The others didn't understand her fear because they couldn't sense him, and pushed onward, forcing Karin along with them. Move, girl, or we'll kill ya ourselves. The leader grumbled, glaring down at the redhead as he gave her a rough shove forward. She had been their eyes this entire way. For the past two months, Karin had been dragged around by the twelve men, forced to seek out the chakra signature of him Orochimaru.\nAt first, Karin didn't think much of the guy. Obviously he was dangerous, otherwise he wouldn't be so wanted, but was he really THAT strong? And, without having even faced him yet, Karin knew the answer to that question. It was a resounding yes. Only she was the only one who knew it of the entire group.\nYou bastards, you're just going to get us ALL killed! If we leave now, he might not even notice we were here-ah! Karin hissed when the man, known as Rosie, grabbed a fistful of her crimson hair and gave it a firm yank backward, twisting her around so she was facing him, his narrowed eyes bearing down into her own with pure irritation. To them, Karin was an object. An object that was prone to back-talking and resisting, but her usefulness outweighed her faults.\nListen here, you little wench. We're too close to just leave now, got it? Your jobbed is to show us where that snake bastard is, and heal us. That's it. Now get to it! Growling, he again shoved her forward by the back of her skull, causing her to stagger forward, her glasses coming loose and clattering to the ground as she fell to her hands and knees. A few of the men snickered, others too focused on the fact that they were within Orochimaru's stronghold to even care about her.\nRegardless, the girl hissed as she grabbed her dark brow glasses and pushed them into place, nudging them up the bridge of her nose as she stood to glare back at the group of men. They had treated her like shit her whole life. They wanted to kill her, much like they killed her mother 'If you fuck-faces really want to die so bad, fine!' The girl thought to herself, turning to head down a different hallway that led to a narrow set of stairs. She would lead them right to Orochimaru, if that was truly what they wished. And she hoped they died violently, afraid and full of regret!\nAs for herself, she was out of there as soon as there was an opening. Maybe while Orochimaru was preoccupied with killing Rosie and his pals\nAs she contemplated her potential escape, Karin led the group down the stairs, her heart clenching fearfully at the way it seemed to get darker and quieter the further down they were. Finally, they reached the bottom, where the visibility was so low that Karin could only see a few feet in front of herself. She did, however, managed to see the outline of a massive wooden door, and behind it\nHe. He's back there, Karin whispered dryly, breaking out in a cold sweat as her heart sank into the pit of her stomach like a rock. His chakra it was so dark so terrifying!\nMove, Rosie shoved her aside, and she was all too happy to press herself against the wall, so the men could pass her as Rosie kicked the door open and marched inside. Meanwhile, while they were all focused on the tension of FINALLY facing their enemy, Karin had turned and, immediately, booked it up the stairs. She had managed to memorize the way out. So, as the men 'fought' Orochimaru, she made a break for it.\nHey! One of the men yelled after her, but was too late. Rosie wasn't concerned though and just shrugged it off. In his mind, they would find her and deal with her after they dealt with Orochimaru..."
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"value": "It was over before Karin had even reached the exit. She could hear the screams of pain and fear behind her as she ran as fast as she could towards the exit. As she ran, a pack of snakes slithered beneath her feet and raced ahead of her. They grew in number as she neared the exit, their hissing clearly audible in her ears.\nJust as she could see the light of the exit though, they all grouped together and began to form a humanoid figure. From it emerged a blood covered Orochimaru. He had dispatched the squad of twelve men in just a few moments, proving his power and that he was indeed one of the legendary Tannin.\nHis eyes locked onto hers, peering into her soul as he let out a low, menacing chucked as he licked some of the blood off his face with his long, snake like tongue. \"My, a stray little sheep I see....an interesting one though...you are the one that found me...weren't you?\" He let out a small laugh, already knowing the answer to his question as he pulled out his sword and pointed the tip at Karin's neck. \"Tell me, girl...life or death....to live as my slave and test subject, or to die like your friends....what option will you choose?\" He asked her with a smug smile, as if already knowing the answer she would pick."
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"value": "Almost simultaneously, the chakra of the men she left behind dissipated. TCH, she had warned those assholes, which was more than they deserved. They definitely deserved to die for what they had done to herself as well as her mother, but now she had to worry about herself. Breaking into a nervous sweat, Karin ran even faster, skidding around corners clumsily in her haste. It was then that she felt it something was coming after her, and fast. There was nothing more frightening than knowing you were being followed then knowing you were slower than the one following you. Especially when that 'someone' was fucking Orochiamru.\nSo, of course, by the time the snakes went barreling past her, she knew it was over. Already, in her head, she was formulating a way to save her ass. After all, someone like Karin had to have a backup at all times. She couldn't fight, but she was clever. Clever enough to know when she was on the losing side, which usually meant it was time to swap sides, right?\nAll thinking stopped, though, when the snakes twisted together ahead of her and took the shape of none other than the serpent himself. Gasping, Karin skidded to a stop just was he completed his transformation, both amazed and completely unnerved by just how skilled Orochimaru was. His chakra had been proof enough, but now she was getting a little taste of his abilities.\nAnd his looks definitely suited him. He was tall, at least a head taller than she herself stood, with skin as white as snow and hair as dark as the night. But what really, really froze Karin to the core was his eyes. They were a vibrant, mincing yellow, peering unblinkingly into her very core and striking fear there just with his glance alone. That was when that long, inhuman tongue escaped his thin lips and licked the blood away, causing Karin to shutter visibly as her brow twitched and shoulders tensed.\nHis first question was more of a statement than anything, so Karin remained silent for the time, simply observing his motions while contemplating what to say. Obviously he didn't want her dead, yet. Otherwise, she would be. However, when he drew the sword on her and gave her the second question, she knew she better think faster. Her eyes widened a little, nervous droplets of sweat beading down the side of her face as she fidgeted where she stood.\nThe-. That's a stupid question. She finally spoke, words stammered as she tried to regain some level of confidence. As she did so she lifted a hand to readjust her glasses while her other hand rested on her hip. Those idiots weren't my 'friends', for your information. I'm glad they're dead, b-but I don't plan to join them, That's right, Karin, keep your cool! She cheered herself on in her head, gulping dryly as her eyes momentarily flickered to the sword before going back to Orochimaru.\nI don't plan to be a slave either! I. Furthermore, I think I could be a useful tool for you, y-ya know. Like I have better sensory abilities then anyone you'll ever meet! And I have healing abilities that might be useful! She nodded, doing her best to sell herself off as invaluable. So he really wouldn't kill her."
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"value": "Orochimaru kept his eyes locked onto her Karin's own as she stammered out her statement, trying to be as confident as she could be. He let out a laugh, her attitude quite different from what he was expecting from her. \"I like your attitude, girl...but don't think you can hide your feelings... I know you are frightened.\" He spoke the truth as he removed the blade from her neck, but with a quick flick of his wrist, he gave her a small cut on her soft, lovely and white cheek.\nThe blood dripped down her cheek as the snake ninja stepped forward and licked her blood from her cheek with his forked tongue, letting out a content hiss at the taste of her blood. \"Very good...you could make a good tool indeed, but you must earn that status...\" He spoke softly into her as he stepped away and glared at her with his eyes, showing just how powerful he was, and how seriously she should consider his words. \"You will start as my slave...if you prove useful to me after a while... I might promote you to a tool and even a co-researcher...but only if you obey.\" He pointed his sword at her, waiting to see how she would reply to his first command. \"Now then....strip.\" His command left his lips with a grin."
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"value": "Helios let out a heavy sigh and pushed his shaggy blue hair out of his face. He could not have it spiked up the way he liked it because of having to go to work. He always felt rather uncomfortable when he was around Reid, strange feelings came over the young boy that he had never felt before. Shifting his body he pushed himself out of his seat with his profile in hand and made his way to go find his boss. The boy turned a corner and walked into Reid, a flush taking over his face as he backed up. \"I am so sorry Reid, um here is the profile you asked for.\" he said and handed the file to the older male. He then nodded his head and brushed his hair out of his eyes again and stared about the staff room, wondering if he should get a cup of coffee.\n\"Better be more careful, he will think I am a klutz like my last boss.\" he thought to himself. Shaking his head he adjusted his shirt and brought his phone up to his ear as it went off, he answered it then turned hanging it up. \"Second time this week that number has phoned me, it's from China, that is new.\" he said allowed as Garcia walked by. \"If you're looking for help, you don't need one dear. You got a very good profile on the on sub. Reid just showed me, you did well.\" she said to him as she grabbed some coffee and left. \"Uh thanks, I guess.\" he said before he grabbed his own cup and made his way out the door and headed past Reid's office without looking inside.\nHe sat down back at his desk as his headache returned, and he let out a sigh. \"Alright, time to get going alright!?\" came a voice down the hall. \"Let me guess, we are going to DC after the information I got?\" Helios said as he made his way towards Reid and the others standing in the hall. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets as he made eye contact with the rest of the team. \"It seems you might be getting your tenth on sub this year my boy. You are very bright.\" Leo said, an older male who had joined the team three years before. Helios flushed madly and then smiled, not sure how to respond to the older male though."
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"value": "\"Thank you, Helios. There's no reason to apologize. I wasn't really paying much attention myself.\" Reid said. Ever since Helios had turned 18,he'd started thinking about the boy in a different light. Sure, he was still a member of BAU, as well as a fellow intellectual. But he was also funny, and beautiful and shy. I can't be feeling like this. It's highly unprofessional.\nWhenever Leo was around Helios, Reid felt extremely jealous. The man was a dead ringer for Johnny Depp. Leo was charismatic, and had social skills. \"You're right, Helios.\" He said, setting the file down in front of him before addressing the rest of the team. \"Our unsub is a white male between the ages of twenty-eight and forty. The victims were all men, and they had gay slurs carved into their skin. We're either dealing with a homophobic individual, or someone who is in the closet himself.\"\nReid looked at Helios. \"I want you to be my partner on this case. Is that alright?\" On one hand, Reid wanted to be alone with Helios more than anything. But it wasn't that simple. He had trouble mustering up the courage to order a coffee at Starbucks. His palms would get all sweaty, and he'd stammer like a love-struck teenage boy. So how in the world was he supposed to tell Helios how he felt? Just then, he got an idea. After work, he'd talk to Morgan. Reid would tell him how he felt, and ask for advice about how to proceed. \"And that concludes my briefing.\""
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"value": "\"You forgot that the unsub likes to torture his victims before he carves those things into their backs.\" Helios said as a frown came across his face. Shaking his head he thought about something else, however when Reid said he wanted Helios to be his partner he went wide-eyed, a flush ran over his cheeks for a few seconds. \"Sure... I am fine with that.\" he said crossing his arms after the older man had finished talking. Leo glared at Reid but said nothing as he walked out the door following after Helios who was talking to him about a recent paper he had been working on. They two males would make their way outside and head off towards the corner Starbucks for some coffee.\nHelios wagged a finger happily at Leo when the men came back coffee in their hands. \"I was wondering if your free Saturday night at 9? I want to take you to the movies if that is alright?\" Leo asked him. \"I am not sure, I will have to wait and see where we have gone with this mission.\" Helios said a sad look on his face. However, you could see that Leo was not happy and smart people would be able to tell that Leo was trying to get his hands on Helios before Reid even had a chance, the poor boy was innocent in these type of things.\nHelios yawned and made his way into his office and sat down on a couch. He then pulled a blanket up and over his body and shut his eyes feeling tired. \"Damn I feel so warn out, what could be doing that?\" he asked and cocked his head to the side. He then rested his head on the pillows, and before he knew it he was fast asleep. He began to snore his hair resting in his face, however it didn't seem to be bothering him whatsoever. Furthermore, he would sleep for hours on end until someone, maybe Reid found him and woke him up in a good way."
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"value": "\"Yes, you're right. I did.\" Reid said. He'd probably glanced over it while he was reading. Being around Helios made him pretty nervous, but he wouldn't let that show. Reid saw Leo glare at him, but the smart young man didn't say anything about it. And of course, he was jealous that Leo had the guts to actually talk to Helios.\nReid saw the two of them leave together, and he couldn't help but sigh. Deciding to distract himself instead of moping, he began making preparations for their flight. Information was gathered and put together in an orderly fashion, and the authorities in DC were made aware of the BAU's presence. Reid realized he hadn't seen Helios in quite a while.\nReid made his way to Helios' office, and knocked lightly. \"Helios?\" No answer. He stepped into the room to find the younger man asleep on a couch. Reid's breath caught in his throat, and he just stared at him. Well, it's now or never. Reid gently brushed the hair out of Helios' face before leaning down to kiss him softly. His heart was pounding, and he was very nervous, but he'd wanted to do this for quite some time. He vaguely hoped Helios wouldn't push him away."
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"value": "Helios's eyes opened slightly, and he stared up at Reid after he felt the older male's lips pressing down on his. His cheeks went bright red as he stared into the older male's eyes but slowly brought his hands up and grasped gently onto Reid's shirt. \"You know that was my first kiss you took.\" he said softly as his flush slowly ebbed away. He however did not push Spencer away, he gently grasped the older male's hand in his own and stared deeply into his eyes. \"So that is how you feel about me Spencer? I had a feeling you did.\" he said gently and touched his lips with his fingers, a smile curved softly onto his lips.\nHe bit his bottom lip and slowly leaned up and shyly kissed Reid back on the lips, his hands trembled a bit as he pulled away. \"I would never have thought you to be gay, that is kind of a relief, actually. I like you from the start but was far to scared to make it known. I have been emotionally hurt before so I didn't want to go through that again.\" Helios said sadly. The younger boy slowly looked about before he started down at his watch. \"Do you uh want to get a drink or something before we have to go and pack for the flight tomorrow at four pm?\" he asked cocking his head to the side wanting to have some fun with Reid.\nHowever, he was slightly embarrassed when he looked down to see he was semi hard between the legs. He bit his lip harder as he became embarrassed, his face flushing. \"I uh...will grab my things, and then we can go.\" Helios whispered as he stood up and went to grab his bag from his desk. His hands trembling as he resisted the urge to gasp his cock and start stroking himself off. \"Damn why do I always get hard when I think about him?\" Helios thought to himself as he closed his eyes and took a huge breath in before he slowly let it out."
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"value": "\"I had no idea that was your first.\" Reid said softly. \"Yes, I've had feelings for you ever since you joined the BAU. I look at you, and I see an intelligent, beautiful person that I want to get to know better.\" And now that Helios was eighteen, he could pursue a relationship with him.\nReid nodded. \"I've known since I was about ten. It's not something that many people know about me.\" It wasn't that he was ashamed, but simply that the topic of his sexuality never came up. \"So you...you feel the same way then.\" He said, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. \"I'd love to.\"\n\"Take your time. No need to rush.\" Reid said. The older man could tell that Helios was quite nervous himself. \"I can talk to you, and not feel like a total nerd. You understand everything I say. You get me.\" It was so amazing to be able to talk to someone who understood what he said without him having to put it in lament terms. Reid felt satisfied that he'd made a move on Helios before Leo had. And he'd done it on his own without needing to talk to someone about the situation first. Reid wasn't much of a drinker, but he really wanted to spend time with Helios."
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"value": "*** Potential Episode VII Spoilers ***\nThere has been an awakening. It was unlike anything he had ever felt, a massive wave of energy which thrummed through every fiber of his being. It had awakened something within him as well, an undeniable feeling deep within him that his fate had just been changed. The Knights had been trained for years to be in tune with the dark side of the force. To use it to sense their prey. That was the irony of it... their greatest power was also their biggest liability. Sevruswas no exception. Supreme Leader Spoke had turned him into a weapon, and now was his chance to prove himself. Kylo had failed to capture the girl. Worse yet, she had escaped with information on the location of Skywalker. A failure of grand proportions.\nThe massive hologram of Spoke appeared in front of him, casting a blueish hue on the dark chamber. Severus knelt in front of the image silently. \"You have no doubt heard the news by now. The task of finding the Jedi falls on you now. Bring her to me, or make an example of her.\"\n\"I will not fail you, Supreme Leader.\" The time had come. Spoke still coddled Kylo, reigning in his favorite pet to lick his wounds while sending others to clean up his mess. From what he had heard, the girl was powerful but untrained. So how had she managed to best a Knight? Severus was looking forward to the challenge.\nAlmost a year passed without any sign of the Jedi. A First Order probe had discovered a Resistance outpost on the planet of Kirkton in the Mid-Rim. The scum had been launching long rang patrols from the base which had become dangerously close to discovering the location of their fleet. The lack of orbital defenses spelled doom for the base before a quarter of their fighters could get off the ground. As soon as the bombardment ceased, the troop carriers swooped in and landed amongst the wreckage of the Resistance squadrons, pouring out dozens of Stormtroopers. Those still alive were too shell-shocked to fight back. It was pitiful really. One of the prisoners turned out to be a high ranking official, Colonel Than. Severus had brought him back for interrogation on a whim, but what he found in the man's head... It was too good to be true. Than no longer held any secrets. The Force laid bare every inch of the man's mind and Severus had seen it. A map, a galaxy, a system illuminated. And then he had seen her, the girl. There was no need to be told as even through an echo he could feel her energy.\nThePhantomwas one of the fastest ships in the Order's fleet. Severus had wasted no time in pursuing his quarry to the system he had seen on the map, far in the Outer Rim. Unfortunately, the system was quite large, and trying to find one person was an almost impossible task. Perhaps it was fate. The massive blue orb of the planet filled his cockpit window as a signal popped up on his scanners, and the same feeling began to stir inside of him. In the distance, a large scrapheap of a freighter was exiting the planet's atmosphere..."
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"value": "Rey looked up at the sky, seeing the large ship slowly floating away from her. The man the entire galaxy was looking for leaving her side, needing to hide in order to save himself and the resistance. If he had shown himself, came out of the shadows then there was no doubt the entire fleet would use every weapon necessary to destroy him. It would put a huge strain on the resources of the resistance, it wasn't time for his reemergence yet.\nA whole year had passed since Rey found Skywalker, that meant a years training under the last remaining Jedi. It took some convincing at first, Luke didn't want to want a young apprentice. He had many before, but all were killed, he blamed himself and went into hiding because of it. The girl had convinced him however, and it had begun, she was on her way to becoming a Jedi herself.\nShe was to be given Anakin Skywalker's lightsaber, training was hard, Luke did not go easy on the girl. Her lack of patience reminded him of his own when he was being taught by Yoda. It was intense, the teachings were breakless, Rey was only allowed one meal per day during the evening before she slept. Luke was testing her, even trying to break her, but the young girl from Jack showed promise, which pleased the man.\nNearly a year to day later, during a fierce lightsaber session, both man and young woman stopped, sensing a presence. Rey was well-trained in the force by now and could feel something coming towards them both. \"You have to go, you can't show yourself yet.\"\n\"You must protect it, I have taught you everything I know, now it is up to you to grow and develop.\" Luke's hand rested on her shoulder, he was silent and turned his back on her, not before saying \"May the force be with you.\"\nAlone on the island, Rey sat patiently, waiting...."
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"value": "The engines of the Phantom boosted in pursuit of the freighter. This was an uninhabited planet, after all, and he could feel a strong presence aboard the ship. The Imperial fighter was easily faster than whatever hunk of scrap the Jedi was flying. Severus would be in firing range in three, two, one... That was when he felt it. Down on the surface of the ocean planet, an even stronger presence was waiting. Skywalker. It had to be. Spoke had commanded him to find the girl, but Skywalker would be an even bigger prize. During his moment of hesitation, the freighter had jumped to light speed, making the decision for him.\nThe planet itself was a vast ocean. Its surface was broken by jagged rocks which had been beaten down by the endless waves. The star fighter raced just meters from the surface of the water, kicking up a trail of cool vapor in its wake. On the horizon, an island grew ever larger.\nSeverus climbed the ancient staircase leading to the peak of the island, his robe trailing over the weathered stone behind him. It was the only evidence that someone had been here before. The island itself was a small refuge of green on the otherwise blue orb. This place had a strong connection to the Force, he could feel it flowing through him as he ascended. Finally, he reached the top and looked out over natural sanctuary. There, in the middle of it all, shewaited for him. The one who had defeated Ren. The one who had helped to destroy Hub's precious toy. \"Where is Skywalker?\" His gloved hands reached across his body and unclipped the two hilts hanging at his waist as he slowly stepped towards her. \"Has he thrown you to the wolves already?\""
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"value": "The girl sat, cross-legged on the grass below. Each green strand blew in the wind as they were high atop the mountain. She could feel the presence grow stronger with every passing second until she finally saw someone reach the top step. \"You just missed him\" Rey answered back, still on the floor. Standing up, her lightsaber hung by her side and she appeared to be much bolder and wiser than previous.\n\"I wasn't even trained when I managed to defeat Ren. You think you stand a chance now?\" Picking up her weapon, the sharp blue light erupted with the trademark noise. \"Who are you anyway? I don't think we have met?\"\nHolding the weapon in front of her, she seemed determined and ready to defend herself. Her hair blew in the wind as did her clothing, beige robes which were traditional for the Jedi."
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"value": "The Sith came to a halt ten paces in front of her and ignited both of his sabers simultaneously. One glowed a deep crimson, the other a vibrant purple. This is close, he was able to get a good look at his quarry. She was... impressive, young and well-built. It was clear that her training had molded her as her presence in the Force was unbelievable, but he was not afraid. \"We have not, but I've been looking forward to this day for some time.\" They stood in silence for a moment, the only sound coming from their sabers and the flapping of their robes in the wind.\n\"I am Severus. You'll soon learn that Ren is our master in name only. I commend you for putting that whelp in his place.\" The pebbles crunched under his dark boots as began to circle her slowly, eyes fixed on her from beneath his mask. \"If you joined us, Spoke would undoubtedly make you his new favorite pet. Something tells me you're not going to come quietly though. What I'm wondering is why you didn't run along with your master... what secrets do this rock hold?\" The sabers in his hands spun lazily through the air. \"I'll find out soon enough.\" With little warning, he left into the air towards her, spinning in a flurry of black, red and violet."
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"value": "\"Severus? Sounds like a name only fitting for a slave\" she smirked, trying to rile up the man in front of her. \"Well thank you, I do try.\" Her arrogance and remarks were her naivety, something Luke would not have approved of, but he understood she was young still. In time, she would be more mature and calm. To say she wasn't scared would have been a lie, she could feel herself doubting her ability, especially seeing two sabers light up, one in each of the man's hands. If she could feel her doubts, then the Knight could to.\n\"This is the first ever temple of the Jedi. It is sacred. Not for your kind.\" Suddenly, he leaped in to the air using the force, with the lightsabers spinning frantically towards her. Holding her own blue saber sideways she countered the attack while resting one knee on the grass below. Going for a low hit, she swung the weapon towards his feet before lifting it and striking down towards his face. Each was unsuccessful, blocked and counter-attacked.\n\"Two is a bit of a chest isn't it?\" Rey said, her humor something she used to settle herself. \"Plus I am a girl, your pathetic.\" Darting towards the masked villain, Rey spun on her heel, gaining momentum in her swing of the saber which aimed at his right hip."
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"value": "A young female was sitting inner small room. It wasn't much but her family had a small hut they had been able to make home. It was made of natural materials from clay to brick. Furthermore, it had taken almost half a decade to build the house to what it was now. Furthermore, it used to be just one level, and they made a loft so she had her own privacy. She had plants and vines growing throughout the house to help with better oxygen, and they even garden which was hard to do in such dry lands. They lived in what was close to an oasis, but the water was still a pretty dime to buy.\nHer room had a makeshift bed, rugs that were knitted. Her floor was covered in scraps and spare parts. She was in the process of building an android. It was nighttime as the sun had set cooling off the dessert planet. Her Mother was in the kitchen preparing a late dinner as her father was working long hours as a mechanic at a local repair shop.\nA strong wind was picking up unusually outside and the girl looked up at her open window. Her room was on the second floor. She stood up barefoot and walked toward the door that went to the balcony, she opened it and looked outside at the night sky. She saw bright lights and wind blowing dust and sand everywhere, she had to shelter her eyes and come back inside and quickly went to shut her windows. Furthermore, she assumed it was a sand storm.\nFurthermore, she ran down stairs into the lower side of the mud house and her mother was in the living room talking to a few neighbors. Her mother saw her and looked alarmed.\nKara.\nBefore their mother could finish they could hear shooting and the sound of screams from the other villagers. Kara looked horrified and ran to her mother when their father ran through the back door.\nGet Kara out of here, hide her.it's happening! Her father instructed. Kara had no idea what was happening. The neighbors were talking to her father in a different language. Before they could even get Kara out the back door the front doors opened and storm troopers came in shooting. Kara was pushed to the floor as her mother sheltered the teenagers body with her own.\nKara was trying not to cry and was holding her breath as the Storm trooper demanded to know where someone was. Her father honestly stood his ground, begging them to have mercy on his family. In seconds a laser was shot, and her father was killed. Kara heard her mother scream and was able to lean up to see her father.\nKill the girl and shut her up. One mouthed.\nKara was crying hysterically and screamed out as things started randomly flying across the room. Three of the guards got forced pushed hard against furniture that broke. The girl breathed out coughing up, spit wide-eyed holding her father.\nAnd though we know how far we've come\nWe stay possessed by what we lost\nAnd we both know, love's not in our hearts"
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"value": "Kylo stood tall as the stormtroopers piled out of the carrier. As soon as their feet hit the ground, the sounds of their blasters filled the dark cold night. The New Order was informed of a Rebel hiding out among the small village. The preparations for the New Order's secret weapon was soon going to come to fruition and any chance of weakness needed to be ended before it was too late. After a long deep breath, Kylo Ren walked off the carrier and made his way towards the center of the village.\nThe smell of blood and fire grew stronger as he made his way past the carnage. The Troopers were rounding up who they could, but that didn't stop some of the villagers from fighting back or running. Kylo walked by a small family that was threatening a squad of troopers. He was only trying to protect his loved ones. One of the troopers looked to Kylo. Stopping in his tracks, Kylo didn't even look back. The trooper nodded before he opened fire of the family. Their blood was poured onto the ground as the sand soaked the crimson mess like a sponge.\nSuddenly Kylo felt a strong presence... something he had not felt in a long time. He quickly stormed off towards the direction of the disturbance. Kylo quickly grew restless and excited at the same time. He hadn't had something like this come up since he joined the New Order. Arriving at the small hut, he saw a couple stormtroopers dazed and on the ground. A small smirk crawled onto his face behind the mask. Quickly walking over, he stepped on one of the troopers before walking into the dim hut.\nKylo gazed upon the mess that was laid out in front of him. A dead father. A broken wife. A scared child. Pulling his lightsaber into his right hand, the weapon quickly hummed to life. He quickly turned his gaze to the mother, pointing the saber at the woman.\n\"Tell me... what happened here.\"\nKylo's breath started to pick up as the mother looked up towards him. She had tears rolling down her face before laying eyes on the Sith. Her face then turned from mourning to anger. Kylo's breathing started to steady as he slowly turned his gaze towards the young girl.\n\"... It was you, wasn't it?\"\nWithout hesitation, he raised the saber before striking the mother down."
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"value": "The scream that erupted from the small girl was agonizing and earl curling. It would have sent even the smallest pain of emotion to the older man who had just taken her mothers' life. She let go of her fathers lifeless forum and crawled over his bloodied body toward her mother. Other storm troopers entered and were ready to fire but didn't, someone must have instructed them silently not to do so much as even move.\nMom!!! No.god no!!! She choked on her own saliva and looked up at the shadowed man in all black. Her eyes were welling with tears of shock and anger. She could hear and see the men lightsaber. The girl fell into her mother crying.\nIt was only when someone had tried to approach her that she glared and once again the same thing happened, objects flied crashing against the clay walls shattering. The man known as Kylo Ren was pushed back caught off guard crashing into a wall as his lightsaber deactivated. Storm troopers against order started firing their guns targeting the girl.\nLuckily, because of how emotional the young female was all the laser minus one had deflected straight back into the soldiers, the laser that got through went into her arm making her cry out as she fell."
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"value": "Kylo struck the wall with a light grunt. Slouching over for a moment, he took a deep breath before standing straight up. Was this the Rebel that they were looking for? She didn't match the description they were given, but she was too powerful to be left there unaccounted for.\nWatching the blaster fire bounce back and forth in the room, he heard the woman scream of pain. Looking down, he saw a thick stream of blood come from her arm. This was his chance to push back.\nRaising his arm quickly, he somehow stopped the young woman from moving any further. All they could do was watch as Kylo knelt down next to her.\n\"The Rebel... Do you know where they are hiding?\"\nThe tall cloaked man reached up, grabbing the woman's injured arm. He had a feeling she knew nothing of it but... He wanted to test the girl.\n\"Well?\"\nMoving his thumb up, he slowly started up press on the blaster wound on her arm. The heat from the blaster could still be felt on and around the wound. The battle could still be heard outside. Villagers screaming and yelling before a few blaster shots called for silence."
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"value": "Kara screamed out as the cloaked figured bent down and ask where the rebel was, she had no idea of what he was asking about. All that she felt was psychical pain and the mental pain and anger from this man and these soldiers killing her family. She could hear war raging outside in her village. She couldn't move under the control of Kylo and the pain of him, pressing his gloves finger into her hot, fresh wound was agonizing, his finger pushed through her open flesh making it bleed. Furthermore, she screamed out, and her pain held both anger and anguish.\nI don't know!! She wailed and choked on her own spit coughing out from the pain. The control that was on her stopped, and she breathed out in a gasp and fell but was caught. Her breathing was heavy.\nOther storm troopers had come to the scene and was standing a little confused why a young female was still alive, why she was in Kylo's Ren arms, why there were a few storm troopers injured or dead on the ground in the hut."
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"value": "It's just be thought, the young woman had no idea as to why they were really there. If she wasn't with the alliance then... just who was she? Kylo could feel the untapped power lying deep within her. This woman could be of great use one day. Peering over his shoulder, Kylo glanced at the troopers. One of the troopers finally spoke up.\n\"Sir... we were ordered to eliminate...\"\n\"I know what our orders are. Now I'm ordering you to leave here at once. Go keep looking for the rebel spy.\" Kylo ordered with a stern voice.\nTwo of the troopers glanced to each other as the others stared at Kylo. The tall hooded figure stood tall over the woman as he faced them.\n\"... Yes sir. \"\nThe Stormtrooper muttered as they slowly filed out of the building. Kylo looked down to the girl. Leaning down, he picked her up on both of his arms. Kylo walked outside, the village at ablaze due to the carnage. All of this just to find one person. Dozens of people dead, families torn apart and their homes gone. Walking back onto the ship, Kylo laid the young woman down on a cold metal bench. Staring down at her for a moment he turned towards the cockpit.\n\"We are ready to head back.\" Kylo demanded\nThe pilot looked back. \"Did you find the spy? That was q-\"\n\"Just go. Now.\"\nThe pilot nodded as the ramp to the ship closed, a loud whirring cooling the vessel. Walking back to the woman, he sat down next to her head, slightly hunched forward."
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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 breaking. 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 except 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 supposed 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 supposed to be a sleepy little area where everyone knew your name. Things like this weren't supposed to happen. With a sigh, she opened the door and stepped in... then stopped.\n\"Kathy?\" It was the sheriff'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 supposed 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 Break. 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 supposed to do? This was supposed to be a cakewalk. 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": "Ran'actor 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 to assess the potential of his prey. The settlement was isolated from its 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 succumbed 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. Ran'actor 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 mouthpiece. \"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 than 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 supposed to do here? So many people. Where was the fire department?"
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"value": "As Avery and Mike arrived on the scene, Radiator 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 rooftops 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 culturally. 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": "Choice\nA Percy Jackson/Luke Castellano RPG\nRating: (As if it's needed) NC17\nGenre: BDSM\nFandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians\nPlot:\nAt the end of the Titan War Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus watched his Best Friend and Enemy take his own life to save them all, and was offered Godhood for it. Selflessly turning it down; risking Offense of the gods, he brought equality to the gods, but even Demigods aren't immune to selfishness. Instead, wiry and grieving Percy asks not for equality, but for the life of his Friend and nemesis Luke Castellano; Percy's intent only to save his friend; however, because of his choice of words, \"The Life of Luke Castellano, son of Hermes\", Luke's Life is now bound to Percy. Luke Castellano, servant and Slave to Percy Jackson; his life and fate bound to the will of a 16-year-old boy with ADHD\n~Percy Jackson~\nThe Great Hall of Olympus was in shambles, the scares of battle throughout: fissures of cracked marble flooring, busted statues, and broken pillars. The only things that had miraculously remained untouched thanks to Percy and his friends were the twelve thrones that were the focal point of the hall. The center of western civilization had been shaken to the very foundation, but would remain for yet another day. Chromous forces had fractured, Percy knew that. He could feel it somewhere deep inside himself, like an animal that knew that a predator had passed by. After their leaders defeat, the Titan army would have disintegrated fast and the Gods binding them tighter than ever in Tartarus again.\nHe heard the doors slam and the Gods storm in, even Hades who rarely interacted with his family Nico must have convinced his father to act, but Percy paid no heed. Luke was gone; that left a pang in his chest he hadn't expected, he cared for the other boy more than he cared to admit, and even though he didn't condone the boys actions he couldn't fault the older boys' disenfranchisement. It wasn't fair, and he'd been tempted on more than one occasion to accept Luke's offer himself. Though he wasn't sure whether that was because of the Gods or Luke himself.\nNow Luke was dead, a hole through his breast from Annabeth's dagger, laid out in front of the thrones like an offering to the gods he despised. The Scythe was gone. Percy didn't know what had happened to it. All he could think of was what his father had said to him years ago when he'd stood in this very spot returning Zeus's master bolt. How he was so sorry and would not have chosen this life for Percy, how it was a hard life of sacrifice and death. Back then seems ages ago now while he had known the gravity of the situation he had been young and wide-eyed and hungry for glory.\nNow he was just tired\nThe voice of his father, Poseidon, drew him from his gloom. He blamed all of this on so many things, but not his father. Unlike many of his cousins parents, Poseidon had always been as supportive of his son as was possible, and Percy knew that. Does our conquering hero not deserve a reward brother? Poseidon asked his brother and king with a pointed look.\nZeus looked disgruntled at the reminder, but grudgingly nodded. He had never liked Percy product of his brothers broken oath; never mind the hypocrisy that he had done the same. I suppose you are correct brother, Zeus said haltingly. Very well, you may make whatever request you wish of us Percy Jackson, and if it is within our power to grant then you shall have it, even if you wish to join our ranks as a god of Olympus.\nPercy froze, shocked at the proclamation. He had not done it for reward, but it was amazing. Anything he wanted; it would be foolish of him to reject such a thing, but what to ask? Godhood was tempting; he could do so much with it, and be with his father, but he would have to leave his friends, watch his mother die, and worst of all be beholden to Zeus. Adversely, he thought about all that had happened, the war, everything. He could change it all with one request, make all of his cousins equal under Olympus and make sure this never happened again; but as he looked at Luke's prone form the sadness returned, and he felt a pang of selfishness. He only wanted one thing, and wasn't he entitled to a moment of selfishness? I want the life of Luke Castellano, son of Hermes.\"\nHis request was met with a heavy silence, and for a moment Percy thought he may have overstepped. They said anything, but the Olympian Gods were petty and vindictive at times. His friends were shocked, and the Gods all looked amongst themselves as if silently conferring. Zeus looked especially at his brother Hades. Hades nodded shortly. Very well Percy Jackson, Zeus accepted.\nMeanwhile, Hades stepped down from the dais and pulled a vial filled with red dust from his pocket. He uncapped it and sprinkled some in Luke's mouth. He then placed his hand upon Luke's chest, and it seemed to glow. Furthermore, he then stepped toward Percy. Give me your dominate hand, Hades commanded. Percy did so curiously, and like they did on Percy's chest, his hands glowed. After a moment Percy felt pain, as if the flesh of his hand were being seared, and he gasped out in pain. When Hades released him he looked and a Mark like a trident overlaid with a diagonal bolt marked his hand. It is done.\nSo be it, Zeus continued. The life of Luke Castellano now belongs to you Percy Jackson. You are as his god. Whatever you command of him he must oblige; but beware Jackson, for just as his life belongs to you, so You are responsible for him: His care and future transgressions are your responsibility.\nWait What?"
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"value": "Luke sighed and looked about the gloom that surrounded him as he fingered the coins in his pocket. Charon would want his gold and Luke had prepared for death. He watched as the ferryman came closer and boarded careful not to touch the waters of Acheson. He wondered if that last ditch effort would allow him to maintain his spot in Elysium. \"I'm sure dear old dad won't do much to help down here. Not that he ever really was to begin with.\" As Luke attempted to pay his way into the underworld he felt the strangest sensation of burning down his throat suffusing his whole being.\nCharon's head snaps up \"I charge extra for the living.\" comes a voice akin to steel sliding across grant.\nLuke is being wracked by pain and is unable to answer, but the words get through somehow he is still alive. Then with a painfully sharp tug Luke is flung into the either slamming back into his body on Olympus.\nIn a fit of coughing he expels blood from his lungs and lays their retching on the floor for some time. As his head begins to settle from an overwhelming bout of nausea he looks up to see the gods and Demi gods assembled staring at him. As he tries to sit up he mumbles \"What happened?\""
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"value": "~Percy Jackson~\nSometimes we forget what the beings in the room are, forget that they are more than our mothers, fathers and relatives. After a while, when the feeling of awe and exhilaration fades, after routine forms, and you've made a couple of trips to Olympus you forget that your dad isn't just your dad and that he's a God: A god - a being who can manipulate the very powers of nature and life and death. That thought occurs to me briefly as I watch Hades work, but it's quickly lost as the implications of Zeus's words set in.\nI'm getting Luke back! I know, somewhere in the back of my head that I should be shocked, that I should worry, but all I feel is elation. Just this one time somebody lives. Just this one time I get to save someone instead of having to watch helplessly as the fates cut their thread. Anything else can take a backseat to that.\nAs Luke actually moves, wracked with a coughing fit, I hear Annabeth cry out and rush to his side. I follow a step behind, smiling as she flings her arms around him. Good... It's no surprise that she's happy; she probably knew Luke better than anybody at camp - next to Thalia. In a rare and telling moment, Annabeth is so focused on the fact that Luke's alive that she misses the signs of pain as he struggles to set up. \"What happened?\" He croaks.\nOh, that's a loaded question, and I'm not sure how much he remembers. You died, the Titans lost, I brought you back...? I take Annabeth's bag from her, careful not to jostle them and take the Ambrosia she keeps in there and hand it to Luke as kneel beside him. \"You're alive,\" I say to him settling on simplicity, grasping his shoulder with a soft smile. \"... Go on, eat that. It'll help.\""
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"value": "\"Ouch Ow Annabeth don't kill me again.\" Luke takes a quick assessment of the situation and grabs the Ambrosia from Percy and begins consuming it hoping that the pain will soon stop. Luke is watching Percy he isn't saying something and that can only be trouble. As the Ambrosia takes hold and his pain begins to subside Luke gets a bit braver taking Annabeth's hands and looking at both Percy and her he addresses them equally least he not gets the whole story because Percy gets distracted by something shiny.\n\"I can see that I am alive but why is that and more importantly how? The underworld is not known to give up it's people on a whim. It is not like my last few days earned me a special reward... I did not even know exactly where old Charon was about to ferry me. So... Mind telling me what is going on?\"\nLuke looks beyond the pair at the assembled Gods noting Hades close placement and his eyes narrow suspiciously.\n\"What did you do?\""
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"value": "Katie Welch walked down the street, dodging cars and grumpy pedestrians as she neared Bruce Wayne's mansion. She'd never owned a car, despite being a decent driver, for she was never able to get ahead on her bills enough to purchase one. However, she didn't mind, for walking gave her plenty of time to think. And in the case, it was giving her time to think about what she had gotten herself in to. Today was the day she as supposed meet Bruce Wayne, the most powerful man in Gotham, to basically beg his permission to become his new live-in maid. She was technically hired by Alfred, his current butler who was slowly falling ill, but he admitted she better meet the owner of the mansion before packing her bags.\nGiving the guard at the gate her name, 22-year-old Katie was allowed to walk up the path to the front door of the large mansion and GAV a hesitant knock. She was not a shy girl, nor was she hardly ever nervous, but this situation genuinely scared her a little. She was not just asking for a job, but a job that gave her a place to stay and food to eat. Her bills would go down immensely, and it had to be more pay they waitressing at the diner she was currently employed at.\nThe door opened, revealing Alfred and his kind, wise smile. \"Miss Welch,\" he greeted warmly, \"I'll alert Master Wayne of your arrival.\" He nodded and led her to a sitting room on the West Wing of the house. Then, quickly, he went off to find Bruce and put on a pot of coffee. Katie sat down on the edge of the couch, biting her lip and looking all around the room. It was nicer than any room she'd ever been in before, intimidating her even more. What if he simply thought she was trash? Some poor girl who needed to make a living and who would never be on his level... It made a knot form in her stomach as she waited on him."
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"value": "Bruce Wayne was a bit skeptical that Alfred had found a maid that would please him. \"I think you will like her Mr. Wayne,\" Alfred had said after he had already hired her. \"You 'think' I will like her? And if I don't, Alfred, how are you going to dismiss her without dashing her hopes?\" Alfred had smiled wryly. \"Have I ever let you down, Sir?\" Bruce had to acknowledge that Alfred had an uncanny ability to understand his needs and provide for them. This thought gave Bruce hope, and even made him a bit excited as he waited for the new maid to arrive.\nWayne was in the lab of the Bat Cave when he saw the lights of the elevator descending to his level. The utility belt he was developing was close to being finished. In a few days he would test it in the wee hours of the Gotham morning when the scum of the city lurked and prowled the deserted streets. He put the belt into a cabinet and turned off the light as the elevator door opened and Alfred stepped out. \"Sir, the new hire is waiting in the south living room.\" Again Alfred had that wry smile on his old, gentle face, and Bruce laughed out loud as he slapped him on the back. \"Alright my good man...let's see what you've done to me.\" They entered the elevator and both were silent as they ascended. Once on the main level, Bruce paused and addressed his butler. \"Alfred...let us keep the young lady from the Red Room until I know what she's about,\" He said conspiratorially. \"No sense scaring her away.\"\nAs Bruce Wayne entered the living room, he was almost dumbfounded by the vision he saw before him, but he didn't let on. With a determined stride and a broad smile, he approached his new maid and extended his hand in greeting. \"Miss Welch...it is a pleasure to meet you,\" He said sincerely as he held her soft, dainty hand in his. \"I understand Alfred has hired you for a live-in position,\" He paused for effect. \"I trust Alfred's judgement implicitly. I'm sure you will be just what I'm looking for.\" He looked around her. \"Do you not have any luggage or personal items,\" He asked casually. \"No matter...everything you need will be provided for you.\" He gave her a good once over during the brief introduction, and he liked what he saw...very much indeed! \"I'll have Alfred show you to you're quarters, then I hope you will dine with me. Tomorrow you will be an employee, but tonight you will be a guest.\" He let go of her hand and pardoned himself. \"I will fetch the old man...see you tonight.\" With that, he turned and left the room. Meeting his butler in the hallway, he pulled him aside and spoke to him in a low voice. \"Alfred, my friend...perhaps she will see the Red Room sooner than later."
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"value": "Alfred let out a throaty chuckle as he nodded to Mr. Wayne and walked back toward the south living room where they had left Katie. She was sitting with a silly smile on her face, thrilled to be accepted so quickly. A huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Not only did she have a job, but a place to stay and food to eat. \"I have some things at my apartment,\" she told Alfred quickly. \"I can go get them...\"\n\"No need,\" the butler said calmly, \"You will wear a uniform while in the mansion, and Mr. Wayne will provide you of an extra (clothes) for outings. All necessities are already taken care of, and if you need anything else, just let me know.\" He smiled at her, then nodded for her to follow him down the hall. She did, and her eyes went wide as she took in her surroundings. Everything was so stately and beautiful; so much more fancy than she was used to.\nAt the sound of a uniform, Katie wrinkled her nose, and she nearly scoffed when she saw it. At least she would not have to wear it until tomorrow, she thought. Keeping herself from rolling her eyes as Alfred showed her where everything was, she soon realized he was not lying when he said everything was provided. There was nothing she needed that was not in reach, not to mention her room was larger than her apartment downtown... Nicer too. \"Thank you, Alfred,\" she said, nodding to the man as he left the room. Sighing, she sat on her bed and looked around her new home, a grin spreading across her face.\nAfter a few moments, she went into her bathroom and started to shower and get red for dinner with Mr. Wayne, nearly shaking from being so nervous. His presence was so powerful, and his reputation was even more so. But even after that, he was a good-looking man, and Katie found herself blushing while just thinking of him.\n***\nLater that night, Katie defended the stairs in a red dress she found in the closet of her room. It was bright color, and a little short, but it was nicer than anything she'd ever owned on her own. It also happened to be the only dress in the closet that made her still feel youthful, and it paired easily with simple earrings and black heels. Alfred met her in the sitting room, and nodded to the dining room table. He pulled out the chair to the left of the head of the table, and nodded for her to sit. She did, biting her lip out of nervousness, and waited for Bruce to arrive."
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"value": "Bruce Wayne spent a bit more time on his grooming than usual that evening. And he spent more time in front of the mirror than was his wont. When he began to splash on some cologne, he stopped himself, fearing that it would appear that he had done so for Katie. Then, as he walked out of his room, he turned back and put the cologne on anyway. As he made his way down the hall from his suite, Alfred met him and assured him that the young lady looked stunning, and was there anything else he could do for him. Bruce told him he could enjoy the laboratory while he entertained Katie. Alfred was an amateur scientist and loved tinkering with everything Mr. Wayne had in the Bat Cave. In fact, Batman had utilized a number of Alfred's innovations in his crime-fighting activities.\nWhen Bruce entered the dining room he was once again taken aback by the beauty of his new maid. She looked stunning in her red dress and Bruce smiled inwardly at the possible omen that looked ahead to her introduction to the Red Room. He took her hand once more and held it a few moments after he finished greeting her. Then he sat at the head of the great oak table beside her. \"Katie, you look very lovely tonight!\" He told her sincerely. \"I'm afraid I am under-dressed next to you.\" He was wearing tan Dockers and a dark brown corduroy dinner jacket with leather patches at the elbows. His suede loafers set the tone for the casual evening her had envisioned. As they ate the appetizers and the enters that Alfred brought them, and sipped the various drinks that were offered, Bruce found he couldn't take in enough of Katie. He was almost afraid that her being his maid might not pan out the way he hoped it would. Still, she would be near him regularly, and hopefully she would welcome the lifestyle he planned for her; hopefully - as he had told Alfred - sooner than later."
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"value": "\"Oh, no, Mr. Wayne,\" Katie argued, shaking her head and casually putting a hand over his. \"You look very nice. It's me, I assure you. I tend to look out of place in this setting.\" With that, she gave him a charming smile, the withdrew her hand to grab the wine glass in front of her. She took a sip, leaving a red lipstick mark, and took her time swallowing it. Never had she tasted such fine white wine. \"Thank you so much for inviting me to dinner,\" she continued, her voice excited like little school girl. \"You have a beautiful place. I'll very much enjoy working and living here.\"\nHer blue eyes flashed up at him in a flirty way as the wait staff came in with the dessert. Looking down, she licked her lips at the sight of the crème brûlée, the looked back-up at him. \"So, Mr. Wayne, have you lived here your whole life?\" Taking a bite of the dessert, she tilted her head to the side in curiosity, wanting to get to know the dark, mysterious man in front of her."
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"value": "Clenching her sweaty palms into fists, Leagritted her teeth as she stared across the forest battlefield at her brute of an opponent. He had crossed her; one could make fun of Lea in any way but no one was going to make fun of her Pokémon. So what if it was a little cherry? It wasn't a huge Whale lord or powerful Harvard, but it was hers, and the red-headed girl was going to prove that its spirit was just as powerful as the brutes ugly looking Toddle.\nThey had met only a few moments ago, crossing paths as Lea wandered through the forest on the way to the next town. She had thought about ignoring him and continuing on her way, but Cherub wanted the chance to prove itself in a battle. Lea couldn't deny her Pokémon that, she had to let her Cherub (nicknamed Arlo) try and win this battle with its own spirit.\nAs she waited for the first move to be played by either side, Lea felt a chill run up her spine as a breeze ran around her through the forest. She felt rather silly that she did not check the weather that day before setting out down the road. It was forecasted to be cold, but she only wore a pair of black cotton active shorts and a blue long-sleeved t-shirt. Yet the fury of this battle would warm her for now. As she stared across the field at her opponent, she put her hair up into her staple side bun, leaving only a few stray hairs to blow in the wind.\nNOW CARLO, USE MAGIC LEAF! She shouted, throwing out her hand as if she threw the leaves herself.\nAll around the cherry Pokémon, glowing lights began to rise from the forest floor, leaves called upon by the Pokémon power rising to attack its opponent.\nCHHHHEEERRRRRRUUUUU! The small Pokémon screeched, sending the leaves flying towards the enemy.\nIt was just at that moment that the absent-minded girl realized if she lost this battle, she had no money to give as a reward. But in her heart, she knew Arlo would come through for her, she hoped."
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"value": "Arron stood with a hand on his hip, half gloved fingers stroked at the three poke balls on his side while he looked across at his smoking hot opponent who clearly couldn't take a joke.... Just like her Pokémon seemed to be a joke. T-Mobile, nicknamed Shane sat on Arron's shoulder and the man looked at his drunk partner. \"Look, she thinks I'd send you out to deal with a cherry. Sweetie! We like our cherries roasted! Bruce-Rip rip em apart!\" He shouted and tossed a poke ball on his belt into the grassy field. A bright light exploded from the ball as the poke ball shot back to Arron's hand. When the light cleared a Grow lithe snarled and howled with rage.\nHis blue eyes narrowed in on the woman and his hand pulled the strap of his pack over his shoulder and the red and black jacket that rested on his body to keep him warm. \"Oh look... Magic leaf. Bruce, go ahead and counter with flame wheel!\" Grow lithe looked like he was about to chase his tail before a flame shot off his body in a circle burning away the magic leaf. \"Alright lets wrap this up. I'm hungry and want some sushi. Melt it with Heat Wave!\"\nGrow lithe braced himself while drawing a deep breath of air, the fur on his body stood on end and started glowing for just a moment before he released a gout of fire from his mouth that exploded in a cone like shape. Without looking Arron turned his back on the woman and ran a hand through his short black hair while Shane jumped off his shoulder and started to stumble around.\nArron's hand went to his forehead so that his index, middle and ring fingers were pressed to his forehead at an angle. He turned back around and called out. \"If you give up now and let me take you out, we can laugh about this and maybe even be friends, otherwise I'll have to actually eat that Pokémon! Or at least feed it to my team!\""
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"value": "The brutish boy opposite her must not have been paying attention. Lea stood there shaking at the knees as a concerned look overtook her face. That one Heat Wave was enough to faint her poor Arlo who floated to the ground with a distressed look all over it. The red-haired girl thought she would cry, her hands shaking as she ran up and caught her Pokémon. Stroking its poor little head before grabbing its poke ball from her tiny waist and returning it for safe transport to the nearest Pokémon center.\nLea looked up at the boy, a pouty look on her face as her tongue pushed out her cheek in annoyance. What a meany-butt, how could he be so brutal in a casual Pokémon battle like this. Or maybe it was Lea who was just a dumb, perhaps she was in over her head in thinking that Arlo could stand up to Pokémon as fierce as that.\nStanding up straight, the small girl held her first up, the expression of anger and annoyance half lingering as she realized inside that it was mostly her fault this happened.\nYou. You big meany! You've already won! She shook her fist. Not sure what else to do in an instance like this. She wasn't a very angry person in situations like this, Lea just knew she had to stick up for herself sometimes.\nReaching in her small pockets which were hardly deep enough to carry much in her short workout shorts, she remembered, yet again she did not have any money on her.\nWell. Yea you win error is this a bad time to say I don't have any money? She he heed nervously and gave a frightened smile."
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"value": "Arron watched the woman run up to the downed Arlo and his eyes followed the bounce of her body with a gleeful grin. -Well isn't she full of spring?- He thought to himself while she held her fist up to him and put the Pokémon in its ball. Arron sighed and pointed back at her. \"Hey! Put that tiny fist down before you hurt yourself or something.\" Quickly his hand grasped the portal and aimed it at Bruce. \"Come on back buddy, that was a fast battle.\"\nBy the time he had called back Bruce Arron noticed that the woman didn't seem to have any money, and he rolled his big blue eyes. \"Hamm well if you don't have any money that's a serious problem. I don't battle for free ya know?\" He muttered while T-Mobile waddled around behind him. \"Shane! Sober up, I might need you in a bit!\" Shane spit water up into the air and let it land on his face to wake himself up and flopped onto his rear while mocking Arron acting as if it were him.\n\"I'm afraid I'll have to go to the police about this. The laws are, you need to give something if you lose a battle that isn't a gym battle. Even then it's common to give some money up. But....\" Arron looked the girl up and down slowly. \"Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement. It's awfully lonely on the road with just some Pokémon, and I am going for my third badge... I could use some support. Looks like you have just the right amount.\" He muttered, staring straight at her chest.\n\"Okay, tell ya what. You're going to come with me to the next town, and we are going to get you a cheerleader outfit. Then you're going to come cheer me on and jeer the Gym Leader to distract them and help get me my third badge. But until then.\" Arron's hand reached out and eagerly fondled at Lea's breasts for a few moments, his face flushing a light red while he copped a feel with his fingers and palm. \"Perfect, wow you're really soft. Yeah, this will be great, let's go.... Say you got a name?\""
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"value": "Lea was still crouched on the ground near where Arlo was felled as the big brute approached her. She was very angry, and paid little attention to what Arron had to say as she pondered how fast she needed to get Arlo to a Pokémon center. She vaguely heard him talk about support, she wasn't sure what she would be supporting or why he felt like she had a lot of it. Perhaps she knew she supported a lot of Pokémon charities and that's why he was just going to employ her for a bit to cheer him on. Lea went cheerleading at her Pokémon school when she was younger so that would be perfect.\nHer anger was starting to wash away as he approached her, clueless as to his tone or the look in his eyes, she just sat there in her long sleeve shirt and shorts thinking about her days as a young cheerleader when her and her Cinching Vesta would lead the parade in their small hometown.\nBut after her daydreaming lasted for a long while she felt a hand come over her breast and squeeze. Lea however being a very docile and forgiving person thought little of it as his hand squeeze her tit and rubbed it around. It felt sort of good in her mind so it couldn't be too bad, boobs were kind of cool and soft. Her mind made excuses as her eyes closed shut tight.\nBut as he continued to rub, a warm feeling came across her, and she noticed her nipples were beginning to harden, and she had a tingly feeling in her nether regions.\nWhile she did not make him remove his hand, she did place hers on his in a please don't manner after a long moment of him groping her.\nIts Lea, and I could just tell you what cup size I am if you just asked, its B by the way, but you didn't have to find it out yourself. Her cheeks turned a bit of flush as she looked away and submitted to the fact he was not going to stop touching her.\nBut like, I used to have a cute cheer leading outfit back home, it was a pretty white and blue dress that had long sleeves and went shoulders to knees in a long flow, it was quite beautiful ya know! Talking about clothes made her feel less embarrassed, her smile bright and eyes full of excitement talking about cheerleading. All the while Arron's hand was on her tit without challenge."
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"value": "Shepard stretched his fingers before crossing his arms in front of himself. His eyes had been constantly wet, for many days now, after their bold attack upon the Collectors home base. He had lost many a grave soldier in that battle. Shepard had grown accustomed to loss, yet this time it hurt, and tore at his mind. What he had always needed, was restraints. Someone to be around, that held a hand over his head. After the death of Miranda, Jacob and Morin Souls, he had lost all restraints, that kept him from breaking his mind. Yet he no longer saw this as a weakness. Rather, he felt strength returning to him. A strength, no others would enjoy hearing about. This would lose him a great deal of his crew members, and would have him hunted by the council, and thereby their Specters. But why should he care? He had everything at hand he needed, to stay them off his back. He had strong crew members in Grunt and Jack, that would surely stick on to him, as he made this turn, off the straight line. The line he was 'expected' to follow. He had already resented the Illusive Men help, and next was the council and then the rest of the Galaxy. He was tired. Furthermore, he was tired of fighting their fight. Tired of shedding his good men and women's blood, only to aid those who doesn't deserve it. The battle against the Reapers, was no longer his to fight. He turned around on his heals, leaving his room, to take the Elevator to Engineering.\nVegan Shepard stepped out from the Elevator, with intent in his walk. The few Engineers who saw him, only nodded in unnoticed greetings. They all knew that it was a bad idea to talk to Shepard, when he was in a horrid mood, and he had never seemed more intense. Shepard's footsteps down the stairs, made little noise, even though his strong body was quite heavy, even when not baring his gear. Shepard had spent plentiful time with Jack before, yet he had never gone very far with her. That was about to change. He wanted her, and the only reason he hadn't stepped up before, was because of the restraints he bore before. Those where now gone, and he was about to take a step, that would backtrack his life, to the days in the streets. His youth, among slavers. He was about to take up this trade, and would not even feel look between these two areas. It had only brought him more pain, and more tears.\nAs he neared Jacks quarters, his eyes drove about her room, still unable to see her from his ankle. \"Jack! I need a word with you.\" He said, with a harsh voice, as he stopped his approach. His facial features, where stained with the orange scars, as a result to his aggressive nature."
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"value": "The Normandy had become a host of all manner of ruthless warriors, assassin's and brutal murderers. After all, Commander Shepard had gathered the best of the best from across the known galaxy to fight the Collectors, and together they were certainly a force capable of moving mountains and parting seas. No matter what their species, morals or preferred method of assault, each crew-member which Shepard had recovered was a trained killer, and nothing could change that. After all, he had needed the best. The strongest, the fastest, the smartest and the plain ruthless. Whether they be the over-sized Brogan tank-bred and only knowing war, or the Drill, trained from birth to slay the wicked with his superior speed and agility. All of them here because of the very fact that they were far too dangerous for their own good. Not to mention the Normandy itself, was armed to the teeth with missiles, cannons and protected with armor which had been proven to resist the sheer firepower of a Collector vessel.\nJack remained below deck, at the very bottom of the ship. Below the commander's quarters, below the command deck, below the crew and passenger's quarters and even below the engineer's deck. At the very base of the Normandy, is silent, dim, and generally unwelcoming. Traffic down here was almost non-existent, and any who did venture this far down tended to make their visits swift. It seemed that just a few members of the crew were even scared of the biotic. Good. She had yet to find a soul on-board that she found vaguely interesting. She had certainly talked to Shepard a few times, although that was usually during any of their various missions. No, few ever visited Jack's secluded and very make-shift room below decks, and that was just wonderful for her. It gave her time to prepare any equipment she may need for future endeavors, hone her remarkably powerful biotic abilities (for a human), and generally find other ways to entertain herself when her skills were unneeded. The latter tended to be prying through countless Cerberus files, reading through all that the damn organization had ever done. Give Jack twenty minutes, and she could probably destroy Cerberus from the inside. Something she planned to do one day, after personally killing off the Illusive man. Cerberus would probably fall after the death of their leader, anyway. As Jack saw it, they were following the Illusive man more than they were following his ideals.\nThe biotic raised the Carnies hand-cannon with her right hand, simply examining the small but very deadly handgun. It could slice through most armor, and it's decent firing speed made it quite useful against multiple targets. It was powerful, Jack would give it that. She would have been entirely content ensuring that her weaponry was in check had a particularly irritated voice echoed within the maintenance chamber. One Vegan Shepard, to be exact. Commander of the Normandy.\nWhat? Jack yelled in return, taking a quick glance at him before standing up from the hard and uncomfortable bed she had been sitting on. I haven't got all day."
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"value": "Vegans eyes, hint of orange staining them as well as the rest of his face, stared towards Jack. They drifted shortly down towards Jack's pistol, before back on her. The intimidation from a pistol, was nothing compared to the intimidation Jack herself emitted. Jack was highly skilled, yet highly unstable. But then, what was Shepard? He was just as bad. His mind always tortured with memories, when he was not in battle. Always snapping at others, when they tried to comfort him. He was far from the man he was expected to be. He was a great leader, but he kept order, through his combat virtues, rather finer abilities with words. Intimidation and can point, that was his way of resolving business deals.\nJack was defiant and snappy as always, sending Shepard's lips in a slight grin, as his eyes stared upon her. The intimidation that always burned from her, was also what attracted Shepard the most about her. She had the kind of flame, he had tried to hide in himself. He had to do all these things for others, and all for what? He had got nothing but more scars.\nShepard approached Jack, with the same stare, as his lips parted.\n\"Did I want you for a month, you wouldhavea month.\" As he put pressure on the word 'have' his hands pushed towards her shoulders, if she didn't move, pushing her back against her desk. He walked closely against her, should he have gotten her against the desk, staring into her eyes still, as he lent closer, expecting her to lean backwards, for their faces not to meet, but he woulds top before they did, resting his hands on the desk, on each side of her. His eyes continued their intent stare at hers.\n\"The only orders I had. Has been fulfilled. And I'm feeling reluctant, to take upon any other.\" he said, tilting his head slightly, keeping their bodies close, unless she should do something to part them. \"I'm rather considering, taking up a new profession.\" He said, grinning a bit wider."
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"value": "Shepard was acting just as aggressive as ever, and to anyone else the deep, golden scars upon his face might have been somewhat intimidating. Personally, Jack found them rather interesting. While he had little choice over their presence, his scars were not all that different from her tattoos. Both told stories about their owner. How they had both gone to hell and back Shepard quite literally and had come out fighting. Vegan's faintest grin did little to make any of his injuries seem any more modest, and if anything, Jack preferred that. It gave him an awful lot more character than one would ever really expect. The biotic threw the pistol to the side, clattering against the wall before dropping back down onto her bed. She didn't need a weapon to kill anyone other than herself, and she didn't intend to kill the person who had given her safe passage from that torture chamber of a prison any time soon. He had earned her respect, or at least the closest someone could get to her respect. Certainly a rare feat.\nFine, be difficult Jack replied, as she watched Vegan's lips curl into a bizarre grin. He had something planned, she knew it. She took a few small steps towards Shepard, her strides slow and exaggerated. You going to tell me what you came down here for or are you just going to waste my time? She continued, folding her arms and leaning on one leg.\nShe tilted her head to the side slightly as Vegan closed in, bridging the gap between them. Although she would have usually stood her ground, this time she did indeed take a few meager steps backwards, although Vegan's strides were longer and faster. Jack stopped just a second before she would have hit the desk which also lay down here in the Engineering deck. It was littered with all kinds of odds and ends Jack had found, mostly small trophies of her various victories. A few PDAs too, which were old Cerberus files Jack had already gotten around to reading. Her weapons too, of course, minus the pistol. Anything of value the biotic could get her hands on, really.\nAs Shepard had trapped Jack against the desk with his arms, Jack simply maintained her stare, her arms still folded and a look of confusion and irritation on her face. Their faces were inches from each other, the man's grin continuing to grow. Jack raised an eyebrow, placed her right hand on his chest and pushed him back a little.\nWhat kind of 'profession' are we talking 'bout here?"
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"value": "Hebe's main purpose was to track down and kill his brother, that was why he had made the organization in the first place. But unfortunately, there was only so much one could do at a time and information gathering took a certain amount of time. He trained in his spare time, but his opponents weren't much of a challenge so it did nothing to help him get better. Leisure's followers were good challenges but since they were out on missions, he tended to get left behind. So that in turn led to boredom sometimes. Lately it had been happening way too often for his taste.\nHe knew something had to be done, and it finally occurred to him what could help make him a better fighter and also ease the boredom he felt. Naruto continuously sought him out, Sonoma had even sent a team to find him and bring him back. Perhaps he'd toy with the orange haired teen and see how his progress was coming along and if he could beat him yet. The main reason he hadn't killed him so far was that he wanted to measure his own strength and power against that of Naruto's. It wasn't because he cared about Naruto or even felt anything in particular for the other male.\nNo, he measured his own worth against that of Naruto, just as Hitachi had once said the same about his own little brother. Leisure took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he rose from his seated position and headed out. A few days later, he reached the border of Sonoma and then a couple of hours after that he saw the familiar gates in the distance which led into the heart of the village itself. Leisure used a cloning juts and then walked into the village under the guise of a random ninja with ordinary features. He was looking for some sign of Naruto and wouldn't leave without him.\nMost likely Naruto was either at the Chiral Noodle Bar, hanging around with Sakura or out on a mission. He would try the ramen stand first and then would ask around to see if anyone knew where the boy might be found. Luckily, he spotted Naruto almost instantly by the orange jumpsuit he tended to wear and smirked at the sight. Really, he had to get some new clothes or colors or something, that style was out of date. Leisure stepped up behind Naruto, the juts still in effect and leaned up against the side of the stand, watching the other boy eat. He shook his head at the bowls.\n\"You still haven't changed, have you Naruto?\" Leisure commented and wondered whether Naruto would recognize that it was him. Most likely not since Naruto tended to be quite naive and denser than a block of wood. Maybe it would be fun to play around with him until he got it."
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"value": "Since Leisure had left, Naruto liked to think that he had grown, matured a little bit. He'd grown taller, and older, that was for sure. He wasn't as mature as others his age, but he was no longer the prank playing brat he'd once been. One thing that hadn't changed however, was his love for ramen. He still loved ramen and made a point to go eat a bowl of ramen after every mission as a reward for himself. Naruto had been enjoying his ramen when a nondescript ninja had approached him. Unaware of who it was, he said between bites \"What's that supposed to mean?\" He didn't get it. Or rather, he didn't recognize Leisure. Not while he was distracted with his ramen.\nNaruto growled between bites \"Do I even know you?\" Naruto said mid-bite \"Yum dune LOOF familiar!\" Naruto swallowed his bite and after finishing the bowl of ramen, he plunked money down and got to his feet. Studying Leisure's disguised form, he frowned, looking rather suspicious of the NIN. He said \"I don't think I've seen you here before. You're not a new NIN either.\" Naruto blinked and stared, his brilliant blue eyes dark with thought as he tried to focus on Leisure's hanged form and recognize just who Leisure was.\nWhen nothing came to mind, he huffed and said \"Well, whoever you are, it's none of your business whether I've changed. For your information, I've grown taller! And older!\" Satisfied with that explanation, Naruto huffed and walked away. He had wanted permission from Tsunami to leave the village to go hunt for Leisure, but she'd turned him down, saying he'd taken enough time hunting for Leisure, and he needed to do missions for the village for a while. Besides, she'd help rationalize that he'd run into Leisure eventually. Who knew she'd be right? Too bad Naruto just didn't recognize Leisure's hanged form or his chakra. Not that Naruto was paying attention.\nNaruto huffed under his breath, fuming that Tsunami had denied his request to go Leisure hunting. He'd wanted to find Leisure and bring him back sooner rather than later. Right now however, it seemed that Leisure would be never coming back, much to Naruto's disappointment."
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"value": "Of course, just like he thought, Naruto didn't seem to recognize him, even though Leisure was making no attempt to conceal his chakra at the moment. This would be rather fun he thought to himself and grinned, debating about hanging around Sonoma or heading out to another place. It would probably be more fun somewhere else because not everyone was as dumb as Naruto and there was a high chance someone would figure out it was him right away and spoil the fun and games he had planned. And Leisure knew exactly how to get Naruto out of Sonoma without being seen.\nNaruto also wouldn't have time to inform anyone else before he left if he played his cards right and the orange haired teen was the same boy he used to know. It would be easy. He chuckled when Naruto asked what his words were supposed to mean. \"It's just an observation.\" Leisure remarked and tilted his head to the side when Naruto asked if he knew him. \"Oh yes, quite well in fact.\" The cloned ninja commented with a twitch of his lips and could see the wheels in his former friend's mind turn as he tried to figure out who he might be. Of course, Naruto wouldn't be able to.\nThat in turn would probably lead to his decision to give up a few seconds later and the boy did not disappoint him. Leisure smirked, shaking his head at how little about Naruto had really changed and rolled his eyes. \"I didn't mean physically...\" He murmured and watched as Naruto started to walk away from the ramen stand, choosing to lean up against the side of the bar as a few choice words escaped his lips. \"I don't suppose you're still looking for Leisure? Because if you are, I know where he is right now, although he'll only be there until two.\" Leisure commented as he looked up.\nDamn, it was getting a bit hot all of a sudden. The sunlight that was streaming down from the sky showed that it was only a little after noon."
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"value": "Naruto paused in his tracks at the mention of Leisure's name. Whirling around so fast that it was a surprise he didn't get whip lash, he rushed the disguised Leisure and grabbed the collar of his clothing. Shaking the disguised Leisure, he demanded \"Leisure? You know where Leisure is? Where?!?\" Naruto was unaware of Leisure's plans, unaware that the other male had anything planned for him. Not that Naruto would care. He was so busy trying to bring Leisure back to Sonoma that it never occurred to him that Leisure would disguise himself and come into Sonoma looking for him.\nNaruto released Leisure's clothing and stepped back. Sounding a little angry, and a little threatening, he growled \"Tell me. Where is he?\" Naruto needed to bring Leisure back, needed to show Leisure that the hate he felt for Sonoma was unnecessary, unneeded. What Leisure needed was to see the Sonoma he knew as a child, and not hate Sonoma. Naruto needed to bring Leisure back for Sakura too. Every time he thought of bringing Leisure back, Sakura's tearful face, begging him to bring Leisure back came to mind.\nNaruto would have a hard time forgetting that tearful face. Sakura was part of the reason Naruto was so determined to bring Leisure back. She'd begged him to bring Leisure back, tears and all. Never mind the fact that he'd been in love with Sakura for as long as he'd known her. He wanted to see Sakura happy, and Sakura's happiness was Leisure's return. Naruto's other reason for wanting to bring Leisure back was that Leisure was his best friend, and he knew it was up to him to knock some sense into his best friend."
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"value": "Oh, the nostalgia of being grabbed by his collar and shaken by Naruto. He remembered it well, the time they had last fought, when Naruto had been trying to stop him from going to Orochimaru's. The orange haired kid had failed back then and would fail this time around too, although he didn't intend on fighting him in the same manner as before. No, he had something else in mind this time around, something that would give him a bit of relief and hopefully calm him down a bit since he had too much stress in his system. Leisure chuckled as Naruto demanded to know where he was.\n\"Come with me and I'll show you. But we'll have to move quickly, it takes around two hours to get there. So unless we go right now, we might miss him.\" Leisure told him and started to walk off when Naruto released his clothing, not giving him time to think about the whole situation. Even if Naruto was dumb, he would usually know enough to let someone know where he was going before he left. But they didn't have time for that. They needed to leave this instant, without telling anyone now, although he didn't mind if Naruto left someone a note. However, it would need to be fast.\n\"You're coming or not? He won't wait, it's not like he thinks he's going to see you today.\" Leisure reminded him and as he approached the gates of Sonoma, he paused and turned back to let his eyes linger on Naruto. Now it was all up to him."
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"value": "The sweet scent of blood and death permeated the air. Neither breathed in and smiled. The burned and broken remains of the village lay scattered about him, and he looked around at the devastation proudly. Blood dripped from his daemonic right hand, the iron claws slick with the fluid. Blood spattered his uniform and his face. He licked it off the corners of his lips and closed his eyes, savoring it.\n\"Men,\" He barked, walking over the corpses of the men and women he had slaughtered, their flesh squelching under his boot. \"Good work here today.\" His men (and women), numbering some thirty in all, cheered. Some of them were all human in appearance, while the worst was nothing more than a pulsating mass of fangs, tentacles and claws, mutated beyond recognition by the whim of their God. They were all devotees of the Lord of Rage, all former servants of the False Emperor, who had seen the light and forsaken the twisted laws of that vile edifice. He was proud of them.\nThis village had failed to see that light. They had still worshiped the False Emperor, even after Neither had ripped the skin off of their priest and sent it to them as a peace offering. They had paid for their insolence with their lives. Furthermore, they had come at noon and surrounded the village. Then the massacre had begun.\nMost of his soldiers were enjoying the spoils of battle, feasting on the corpses of the hapless villagers. A few used them for release. Neither allowed them this small breach of discipline. They had earned it. They had shown no mercy, not to the babe in arms, not to the eldest grandmother; all their blood had flown freely.\nHe walked up to the Imperial shrine, now broken and shattered. He smiled, knowing that his God would be well pleased with the offering made him today. But it was not enough. Tomorrow, they would strike the clan of Hoarfrost, not five leagues from here. Surely, the word of this massacre would spread and the warriors of the clan would be ready. There may even be some PDF members stationed with them. All the better. Any true devotee of Horne enjoyed a challenge. They would be a worthy offering for Horne.\nNeither smiled, envisioning the slaughter they would enact. It will be a beautiful day."
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"value": "The psychic scream that echoed from the feral world was not left unnoticed by the inquisitor, in fact they are already monitoring the planet for months in suspicion of potential chaos cult brooding among the populace and to the Inquisition's expectation, they were correct on their judgment.\nUsing intelligence reports from the scouts they sent, the Inquisition triangulated the position of the village that was destroyed to any nearby settlement, they confirmed that the cultists next target would be Hoarfrost, a relatively larger village with a continent of PDF, these guards will surely offer no resistance to the chaos marauders, so the Inquisition's answer is to send out a kill team that is task in eliminating the chaos threat, Inquisitor Ivy of the is tasked in taking charge of the village and its available men at arms, she would be accompanied by a squad of Imperial Guardsmen seconded on this special assignment.\nInquisitor Ivy geared up and recited her rites as she prepares for departure. After reciting her rites in her private convent, she boarded the shuttle along with the Guardsmen squad.\nWhile inside the shuttle the guardsmen with all their resolve, tried not to be tempted at the sight of Inquisitor Ivy, for her gear features less modesty. The guardsmen don't even want to think about it, for they know that the Inquisitor could read their minds, and if the Inquisitor catches even the slightest thought about her feminist, she would surely flay them alive.\nUpon arriving in the said village, Inquisitor Ivy made no time in sitting down and relaxing, she overheard all the PDFs and increased their patrols on the walls and intensified the night watch patrol. She spoke to some survivors from the village that was recently destroyed and interrogated them about the chaos cultists and their alignment, the survivors told her that the cultists ravaged the village horrendously and taking enjoyment on the killing, they also said that the one leading them wore a guardsmen uniform and featured a mutated body. From this information, Ivy ruled out that the cultists were ornate aligned chaos minions.\nAs Ivy is checking parts of the village, she did not know that she is being observed by a chaos cultist disguised as a servitor, he looked like a bald old man with mechanical appendages and gear on his back, his face looked greasy and with thick long mustache, hell, his facial appearance could be mistaken for a White Scar Astarte.\nThe cultist spy used his ocular goggles to see through Ivy's apparel, he sees Ivy's pristine flesh and her soft knicker that covered her womanhood, going further, he looks through her panty and sees her prized flesh, he is observing Ivy's body in 3 different viewing screens, one is with clothing, second is only with the underwear and third is completely naked. The cultist spy recorded all the alluring beauty that he has seen from the Inquisitor and heads out of the village via secret tunnel located on the dump site of the village to submit his voyeur report to Neither to alert him that this woman poses a significant threat on his conquest.\n"
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"value": "Neither waited at the camp they had set a few miles away from the town. His spy was due to be back soon. He had seen the Imperial shuttle land earlier; the forces of False Emperor had seen fit to provide reinforcements to the town. All the better for Neither. Some well-blooded Guardsmen would prove to more suitable sacrifices to Horne than measly PDF.\nThere was some scuffling in the bushes and the old man, a former servitor to the Mechanics, approached and genuflected. Neither bade the old man rise and give his report. The Cultist of Horne felt his bloodlust rise as he heard the man describe the forces manning the town, and he laughed out loud when he said that they had an Inquisitor with them. Magnificent! A true challenge! A battle worthy of the Blood God's attention!\n\"Show her to me,\" he demanded, and the old man obeyed, presenting a cracked screen with direct connection to his ocular goggles. The three-layered visage of Ivy flickered on the screen and Neither leaned in, his eyes widening and his mouth twisting in a grin.\n\"Wonderful,\" he whispered, trailing a claw along the naked curves of the image, imagining ripping into that soft, sweet flesh with his claws and slicing her apart with his chain sword. \"We cannot delay such a prize for the Skull God.\" He stood, drawing the attention of his soldiers. \"We attack at midday! No hiding and crawling for the Acolytes of Horne! We will burn that town down and slaughter every single living thing under the light of the noonday sun! Leave no one alive! But the Inquisitor - she's mine!\"\n~~~\nIt was midday. The village of Hoarfrost waited for them. Neither could feel it. He could see the men manning the walls. The Inquisitor would have a plan for sure. What was it? Neither was not stupid, though the rage often blinded him. He would not run his troops into a hail of gunfire. No. He would see this village burn, even if he needed to 'cowardly' about it. The Inquisitor would prove to be ample recompense."
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"value": "While Inquisitor Ivy is administering the settlement's primary defenses she also sends out scouts to give her more tactical layout of their area of responsibility, she sent out 2 squads of guardsmen, one circling to the southern and western part of the vicinity of Hoarfrost while the other went to the northern and prowling to the eastern part of the settlement where unbeknownst to them, Neither and his accolades are gathered and waiting for their attack. These guardsmen were none the wiser that they were patrolling a dangerous ground, after moments of scouring the field, one of the guardsmen saw an eight pointed star banner standing up in the tall grasses, he didn't hesitate in shouting on his radio that he spotted the chaos cultist hiding in the field.\n\"Heretics! We've spotted them!\"\nInquisitor Ivy immediately ordered all the men to prepare for battle stations and evacuated the weak to go on foot.\n\"So, this Ornate cultist will never be sated on their hunger for a bloodbath, so be it, I'll give them a taste of their own medicine.\"\nThe PDF quickly manned the turrets and mobilized some Sentinels, while the others launched heavy missiles from a Manticore.\nNeither only has the couple of seconds to make his evasion from the missiles fired upon to his location."
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"value": "They were spotted. Neither smiled. All the better. As the Imperials prepared their defenses, he gestured and the troops under his command dispersed, one contingent moving north-west and the other south-west, aiming to engage the perimeter defenses on both sides.\nNeither stepped out of the tall grass, just in time to see the muzzle flash from a Manticore firing at him. His eyes widened. \"Forward,\" he roared. The blessings conferred by the Blood God had given him speed, endurance and resistance beyond the ken of mortal man. Neither sped forward, rushing below the speeding arc of the missiles. They hit the spot where he had been seconds ago, the blast radius turning men and women into balls of boiling blood and gore. Neither was pushed forward by the blast, slamming into the ground. If he had been a lesser man, his flesh would have been shredded to nothing.\n\"Return Fire!\" Neither roared. Cultists with rocket launchers and Basilisks and Colossi, tainted by Chaos, lumbered forward, launching their missiles at the fortifications. Blood letters joined the combat, launching themselves at the Guardsmen in Sentinel walkers. Neither himself unleashed his power sword, holding it in his left hand, while his demonic right arm stabbed at the air. \"ATTACK!\" He roared, rushing the Guardsmen protecting the walls, aiming to scale them and find this Inquisitor."
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"value": "\"Salutations Vault Hunter! Now that you've reached the Bullying den I'll need you to take out the phial I gave you. That blue liquid is a special kind of pheromone extracted from a young Mingled. If you douse yourself with that, then the Bullying should think you are one of their young. This will allow you to get up close and record their social habits without putting yourself in any danger! Brilliant plan if I may say so.\" Calliope activated her storage deck and removed the bottle Hammerlock had given her when she took the job. The phial materialized in her small hand, and the first thing she noticed was the color.\n\"Um...sir Hammerlock? You said it's a blue liquid right?\" She asked uncertainly.\n\"Yes, yes. That's the one. Now douse yourself and release the camera-bot. It will follow your location while taking video's of the Bullying in their natural environment.\"\n\"Ah...yes I get that part...but this bottle is red...and it doesn't say Mingled anywhere on it. It says.... Bullybabe in heat? What does that mean?\" There was no response from Hammerlock right away, which made her worry more.\n\"Aha...not to worry! Simple mix up of labels and food coloring I'm sure. Go ahead and spread it on, and make sure to cover yourself as much as possible. If anything does happen, I'm sure you can handle yourself just fine! I'll see you when you get back!\" The transmission ended and Calliope was left standing there, overlooking the Bullying den, and having some serious doubts about this plan. Unfortunately she really needed the money. This whole week she'd survived on what she could steal from bandits, and by using the little money she scrounged during her jobs. She was only sixteen, and had no real skills to call upon. So normally all she could do was cleaning jobs, deliveries, and various other menial tasks. This one paid better though, maybe even enough to put her up in the spare room Mo xxi had for rent. So she gritted her teeth and opened the bottle. She dribbled the liquid over her arms and rubbed it into her skin, then applied the rest everywhere else she could, until it was gone. The fluid was warming, and very musky. She wondered if all Bullying smelled like this, after all she'd never actually been up close to one before.\n\"Okay Kallie....you can do this. Not to worry, Hammerlock wouldn't screw you over....just walk in, and get the video...\" She tried to assure herself as she slid her petite frame down into the den. She made little noise, and nothing came out to attack her. \"So far so good...\" She took a few steps in, testing her luck. When nothing happened, she let out a big sigh and tried to relax. Only to lose consciousness as something smacked her upside the head.\nAn unknown amount of time later she woke up with a groan, to the feeling of something heavy and hot laying on her face. She turned to the side only for her face to be smothered in some hot, musky pillow that felt like skin. Even when she opened her eyes she couldn't see anything, so she turned back, and went completely cold with fear. There was a cock on her face, and that pillow had been the balls connected to its base. Worse yet, that cock belonged to a Bullying, which was panting over her, drool seeping from its mouth.\n\"Fuck....\" Was all she could say. She was surrounded, several Dongles ambled around her, their own cocks standing fully erect. She didn't have any sexual experience, so she had nothing to compare too, but she was sure most humans didn't have dicks as big as those Dongles. Then of course several adults surrounded her as well. Bully babe...in heat...she was going to kill Hammerlock if she survived this. Perhaps there was still some possibility of escape...."
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"value": "If there was a chance to safely escape the clutches of four-armed beasts able to hurl rocks as big as a man, it was still to reveal itself. And in a way, she already was lucky. Few people woke up after being attacked by a bullying. Even if waking up means being greeted by sight of big, orangish meat rods of horny beasts. Heavy panting of excited dongles filled the air, as the one whose cock she woke up under, rubbed his meat back and forth on her face. Creature seemed to be quite confused. One part of his primitive mind knew that something was wrong. That female looked all wrong. Not enough limbs, little fur, small frame... But the other, more basic part shouted \"A willing female! Fill her up!\".\nSir Hammerlock:\n\"Hello, lass. Are you there? I lost your signal for a while.\" - sounded the voice of sir Hammerlock sent by ECHO communicator\"I turn out I actually had a bullying female pheromones here. I have to stop arranging my samples when drunk. Are you there? Wait, I'll just get the cam-bot feed on my screen... Oh, my... That's not good.\"\nThat's one way of describing a bullying more and more persistently trying to find a fitting orifice in Calliope's body to put his prick in. And with her other suitable holes being hidden under her clothes, he tried to go for the only visible one. She felt his hot, pulsating and sticky cock rubbing her cheeks. The smell was so intense it was almost intoxicating. Lucky enough, being such a massive creature that pelvises were very small compared to the rest of their burly body. That means smallest of mingled cocks present were average for human body. Other dongles could be considered \"big\" or \"very big\" in human scale, but well... manageable.\nSir Hammerlock:\n\"First - don't scream. High-pitched noises are likely to make them aggressive. They don't seem willing to cause you any intentional harm, so do not provoke them. I will gather a rescue party and send them your way in the shortest notice possible.\"\nAs he said that, mingled molesting her at the moment started snarling and pounding his chest with his upper arms. Lower pair reached down and grabbed her by hair and her left shoulder. He shook her a bit, with irritated growl. Other dongles around started moving from side to side giving out noises of anger and impatience.\nSir Hammerlock\n\"Oh, that one seems to be frustrated from the lack stimuli from your part. Better do something to calm him, or he can get violent. I'm off to find some help. Try not to die in the meantime.\"\nAnd so, the scholar went silent. Which couldn't be said about young bullying trying to find a way into poor girl's mouth, smearing hot precut over her upper lip and left cheek. He starts to look... angry."
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"value": "You think? Calliope mentally speared Hammerlock for his mistake. But she didn't dare respond in fear of startling the Mingled. Besides, she'd have to talk past its throbbing shaft in order to do so, and risk giving it an orifice to fuck. The thick meat was heavy on her face, and its smell was overwhelming, musky, like the pheromones she'd used, but much more potent. It was making her dizzy with her head being so close to its furry crotch as well.\nCalliope grimaced as the Mingled shook her roughly, growing agitated with her lack of action. Hammerlocks words were obvious, of course it was upset, it was horny, and it wasn't getting what it wanted. Why did this have to be her life? Slowly, she slid her hand up and wrapped her fingers around its heavy balls. She was uncomfortably startled to find that they were almost the size of apples. That made her genuinely afraid of how big the adults would be. She gently caressed its sack while holding back the urge to wretch. What the hell did she do to deserve this? Whatever it was it must have been bad, because as she opened up her lips she wanted to die. She disturbed herself even further when the Mingled's cock tasted strangely good. Salty, but almost spicy, if a bit dirty. The petite girl prayed the Mingled was patient enough to wait until Hammerlock came with help.\nIn the meantime though she extended her tongue out, letting the Dongles own motions service him. She drew the line at actually sucking off the animal, and if at all possible would avoid it. But it wasn't like she had much choice, and that damn smell was driving her mad! She was getting very warm and wondered if it had something to do with the Bully babe pheromones. Were they affecting her? She couldn't tell, and ended up moving her hand to the animals cock to distract herself from though. Its heavy pulse throbbed through her fingers as she gripped it, hoping Hammerlock came soon."
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"value": "As soon as the animal felt her fingers on his swollen testicles, his anger subsided. And the moment she opened her lips, his cock pressing on girl's cheek found his way into her mouth. Mingled pushed himself inside, giving her a taste of his member and leaving a bit of precut on her tongue. He started to move his hips back and forth. Thank God, not as strong and wild as you'd expect from such an animal, but that's probably caused by him still being unsure if this really is going to work. Well, that could be as likely his first time as hers. He let go of her shoulder, but still held her hair to help himself with his movement.\nDongles gathered around stopped their nervous behavior. Calliope could feel the air around filled with excitement of other animals. When she started pleasuring pushy mingled, others gathered around stopped their angry shouts. Now it was silence filled with sexual tension, bullying panting and wet sounds as animal cock was going in and out of her mouth. One or two of the beasts actually started to wank themselves, impatient and horny.\nServiced bullying started moving faster, as he got used to new and really pleasurable sensation. Groaning and panting, he tried to push himself both deeper and harder into her mouth. She could feel the heat and throbbing of his meat as the creature was probably getting closer and closer to actually finish in her mouth.\nWell, overexcitement sometimes does that to inexperienced youth."
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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 Ragnarök had truly come at last.\nUnfortunately for them, it was something much worse.\n\"RATES!\" The Greek god Cues bellowed from atop his chariot, all his might being used to cast out the God of War Rates. For all his might Rates found himself being ripped apart, his actions finally pushing Cues to this end. Not death, but banishment. The Greek Gods had found Rates 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 existence. It was their, they believed, Rates 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. Rates 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 Rates 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 where 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 Rates 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 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 Rates 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 Rates with the intent to kill. All it took was this one act to bring down their entire clan upon him.\nRates 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 men 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 surrounding area, 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 beginning. Legends speaks of Valkyries, chose of the slain, battle maidens of the gods whose job is to bring the souls of brave warriors to Valhalla. The clan that Rates just slew, was perhaps the most powerful 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 Marisa, Chose 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, powerful, 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 shameful death, one not worthy of a great warrior.\" She announced 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": "Rates 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 Rates, 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 didn't impress the Desire, 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 Rates, 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": "Rates 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 bloodlust. 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 to 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 will 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 Asgard's 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 Rates 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 Rates might have planned for it."
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"value": "Drake had been working for the company for more than 3 years now and in that time he had become one of their best agent to find the \"target\" and retrieve it for them before training them then handing them over to be sold. He sat back in his chair all dressed up. There 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 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 were truly in power."
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"value": "Ahhh, the party scene. Always a sight for things to fly under the radar. A time for people to meet-and-greet, but never really know who they were talking to. Some people love them, some hate em. But for celebrities, it was a time to show of, for the most part.\nMs. Jennifer Lopez had just arrived at the party. Her limo pulling up after a semi-long day, with Jennifer stepping out into the crowd, and being stared at by almost everyone in the large, full room. Her outfit consisted of a simple black dress, and high heels to match. Furthermore, her hair was let loose to drape over her upper body, and her eyes were shining like always. She looked around, decide ding that she would make an appearance, and leave quickly, it had been a long day.\nShe began talking and socializing with people, for a long time. One conversation leading quickly into the next with little to no pause. The night went by fast and tiring. Ms. Lopez decided she needed a break and walked into the bathroom, where she stood, staring in the mirror. \"Damn... It's hard to keep this up...\""
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"value": "Drake nodded and one of the attendants quietly walked over to the bathroom and locked it from the outside. He knew that no one else was inside, and thus it would be no problem to set their plans in motion. It seemed that perhaps the hand dryer wasn't working properly or was it for as it was spouting off hot air it was also releasing an odorless, tasteless gas that would soon have the beautiful woman in a daze and easily controlled. Once it was well in the bathroom the aid walked in looking at Ms Lopez. He laughed and walked over to her. \"All right sweetie, lean against the wall and place your hands behind your back and make not a noise.\"\nAs that was going on Drake was eyeing the crowd to find his second target of the night. He knew some more stars were in this party, and he knew they all had power, but there was someone who he knew would just look great on his leash, collared to him like a simple pet. He was going to teach these people who really was in charge."
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"value": "As Jennifer looked in the mirror, she heard a slight click, and suddenly, the hand-dryer turned on. She looked over, expecting to see someone there, but there was none. Odd... She also began feeling light-headed, so she walked to the door out and pulled on it. It didn't even budge. She pulled harder and harder, as she got drowsy slowly. Eventually, she just stopped and stood there, somewhat dazed, not booing what to do, when suddenly a man walking in and told her what to do. Her mind was so blank she simply followed them, leaning against the wall and standing there.\nAnother woman of equal standing was there as well, the artist Beyond. She was there, and was pretty much the life of the party. However, she felt as though she had one too many drinks, and that she had to go to the bathroom. She made her way over, and attempted to open the door. It wouldn't budge. She looked around and saw a man, walking up to him. \"Uhm, sorry to be rude, but is there another bathroom here, sir?\""
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"value": "The Aid walked over to Jennifer and ran his hand down her back to the edge of her dress before lifting it up and hooking his fingers to her panties and pulled them down her shapely legs before off. He then had her open her mouth, and he stuffed her mouth with her panties and then pulled out some tape and gagged her then taped her hands behind her. Once he was done he was going to lead her away out a secret exit and to a waiting car where he had Ms. Lopez lay down on the back of the seat.\nDrake looked at Beyond and nodded, Leading her down the hall he waited until they were out of sight of anyone before he grabbed her and placed a cloth over her mouth. Quickly the drug would work against her, weakening her until she could not fight back. He then gagged her and tied her hands behind her back before leading her out to his car to see Ms. Lopez still laying there, squirming slightly due to the drugs affect showing many naughty bondage fantasies that she had now playing out in her mind and soon the same would happen to Miss Beyond Knowles."
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"value": "A slight tingling ran down Jennifer's back, locating his fingers exact location, until they roughly grabbed her panties. She pulled around a bit as this happened, but with not nearly enough power to get away. Within a few seconds, her panties were gone, leaving a bear open spot, that was slightly drafty. He suddenly clamped her mouth open, when a sudden cloth was shoved in and taped closed. She couldn't open her mouth or make a noise. She looked around, quite confused. Furthermore, she was suddenly pushed into the back of a car, with the door slammed shut behind her, leaving her drugged-out mind to wander.\nWhen Beyond was lead down the hall, she smiled at the man. \"Thank yo-\" before her sentence could finish, she was silenced by a cloth; and quite startled. \"ERM... What is this?\". Slowly, though, her vision blurred and she became weak. She was friendly tied and gagged, and lead to a car, with one of her peers laying already on the seat, the same thing happening, her mind wandering due to the drug."
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"value": "He enjoyed the struggle Beyond gave before the chemical would have moved through her body. Once she was his he admired her body for bit before he tied her up and put her in the passenger seat of his car while her limo was driven off by one of his partners. Drake laughed and kept driving as he got to the large cabin and pulled up where he hid the car. He got out and looked over at Beyond and licked his lips before calling over some help. They opened the door and pulled her out while he opened the other door and pulled Jennifer out and then l. He watched the girls as they held them and dragged them inside before tying them over to the pen and made sure they are locked it. Both Jennifer and Beyond would have started to come around and wake up, but it was a little too late for them. Both were tied to the wall of the pens and kept gagged.\nThey watched the girls as they were put into their cages and locked in and tied. The guards watched as they all woke up and moved around only to discover that they were bound and couldn't move. \"Well well well awake now are we?\" Drake looked at Beyoncé and grinned. \"It won't do you any good to try and fight as there is nothing you can do about it. So now miss Knowles, You will be trained next and its best you don't try to resist otherwise you risk yourself and your friends safety because when one screws up everyone else will be punished.\" He walked over to her running his hand against her cheek, letting his hand trail down over her waist, feeling the hose over her legs. \"You look good and know that looks often please your master so you will do your best to make sure your appearance pleases your master.\""
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"value": "For both of the women, everything they happened was a huge blur, aside from the things that were easily noticeable. During the entire car ride, their minds were left to wander, exploring sexual things they had long forgotten about. But, they finally reached their destination after seemingly hours. They were lead from a car, and brought into a large cabin-issue building. Inside said building, they were lead into a large cage, and tied to a wall, their preexisting gangs staying in. Slowly but surely, the two girls came to fruition and realized what was happening.\nBeyond began moving and struggling furiously, panic showing in her frightened eyes. While Jennifer looked around, fear showing, but she simply stood there, afraid. A man started talking to them, more specific to Beyond. She didn't know what was happening, but she couldn't talk back to his crude remarks. She could only pull away from his hand and make muffled noises, when really she wants to scream."
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"value": "Drake watched the two women and grinned as they struggled around. \"There is no point in trying to resist. You are far from getting help or being rescued.\" He licked his lips looking at both of them before he had a guard over and whispered something to the guard. The guard nodded and called a few more over, and they untied the women from the cells and pulled them out. They had them brought to a back room, stripped and changed into different outfits more suiting to show off themselves. Once changed they were brought to a room, and forced to lay on a bed on top of each other and tied down onto each other then tied to the bed. They were gagged with each other's panties and ribbed while waiting for their new master.\nDrake walked in and looked at the two, running his hands along Ms. Lopez's stocking clad legs before trailing his hands over Beyond's hose clad legs. \"Mmhm looking good my pets, Now learn this the more you cooperate, the more you will be rewarded, but should one of you resist, then the other is punished. So what one does will affect the other.\""
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"value": "Chimera 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'. Aiken Souse 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, Aiken had immediately given Chimera 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 Karen Shiva had been, having graduated from the minigame academy in one year rather than the usual six. And now, he was Aiken-taichou's fukutaichou. Of course with that responsibility came paperwork and Gin hated paperwork. But Aiken 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 Shin sou to slice through a stack of papers that were giving him problems, before his sanity returned. Aiken 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 Aiken treated his 'friends' when they messed up. The little taste he'd had of Aiken 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 slotted 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 Shin sou and with that thought in mind he took himself off down the corridors to head over to the training ground where minigame went to practice their Shiva. He had to pass Aiken'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 Aiken-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 Aiken 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 Karachi was there and did not bother to stop the fight he was not good when it came to paper work. Aiken 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 Aiken told him to come in and shut the door so they could talk for a little bit. But what Aiken was thinking about was not anywhere close to a talk. Aiken was looking at Gin as though he was ready to cut his head off. Aiken 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? Aiken asked with a smooth and calm voice to him. Aiken 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 Aiken. Gin entered when Aiken told him to come in so they could talk for a bit, wondering what was on the other minigame'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 Aiken to speak since he obviously wanted to bring something up. Inwardly he was somewhat nervous due to the way Aiken was looking at him, but outwardly it did not show at all. \"Oh nothin' in particular'. I just thought I might go train with Shin sou fer a bit. Did ya need me fer somethin' Aiken?\" Gin inquired with an arched brow.\nHe didn't really want to do anything with Aiken at the moment, but he didn't dare refuse him either. Not when he was like this. He could tell Aiken 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 Aiken 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 Aiken was being fairly nice, and he didn't understand it.\nAiken 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, Chimera would be subject to another harsh blow."
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"value": "Aiken noticed that Gin was not comfortable when they were near each other. Rubbing his face Aiken started to get just a little aroused by the thought of Gin. Gin was like the only person that was able to calm Aiken down, that was the only reason why Aiken kept him around for so long. When Gin seemed uncomfortable it was Ai zens 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.\nAiken 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 Ai zens sex slave was the price of living after killing the other Minigame. Aiken 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, Aiken 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 Aiken continued to rub his face and soon Gin yanked his head away from the other. \"Surely ya kin think of somethin' beta than rubbin' my face.\" He said lightly, hoping he hadn't just made Aiken mad, but he couldn't stand it when the other minigame 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 Aiken down, and sometimes he hated that whereas other times he didn't mind at all. Chimera had to force himself not to turn or take a step away when Aiken disappeared behind him, and he stiffened when he felt the minigame's arm curl around him.\nHis smile was still present, but it had dropped a bit, he disliked being touched by anyone, including Aiken but had to put up with it because he was somewhat frightened as to what Aiken 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 Aiken 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 Aiken's touch and his cock grew harder beneath Aiken's talented fingers causing Gin's body to arch up into the captain's hands. Chimera's hands clenched the cushions beneath him so he wouldn't annoy Aiken 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 Aiken 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 Aiken. It wasn't that he feared having the others in Soul Society find out he had killed another minigame, it was more that he was afraid of what Aiken would do to him if he fought back.\nAt the current moment, Chimera did not have enough strength or power to fight against Aiken 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 Aiken'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 Chimera would have a hard time covering up. The lieutenant told himself that he wasn't enjoying it when he responded to Aiken's touches, he told himself that he wasn't enjoying it when he came after a session with Aiken. He told himself he wasn't enjoying it but deep inside he knew he lied."
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"value": "Warning: The following role-play may contain spoilers at some point. Read ahead at your own risk!\n\"We are together, so we share what we find, got it!\" She said to the creature a few yards away from her. Scavenging wasn't easy, you could miss something valuable, passing it by with it right under your nose. It was uncommon, but some would team up, another set of eyes to find a prize, even if it meant half the profit. It didn't always work out though, trust was a hard thing to find on the planet of Jack.\nThe dessert was always harsh, yetReymanaged well, using a speeder to get around and cover the vast distances.\nBoth were heading for starship, it was so big not all of it had been checked yet. Rey had started looking for parts and valuables well over a year ago. The best she had found was a rare capacitor. She traded it in for ten portions of food. That was basically her life, every day, searching for parts and hopefully getting a meal from it. Doing so until her family returned for her.\nEntering the large thrust of the ship, the shade was a welcome from the heat, but the darkness didn't help. \"Do you have a light?\" She turned to Oral."
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"value": "Kralscurried through the ship, his reptilian claws allowing him to crawl along the metal frame with ease. Nearby was a companion named Rey, a young woman who he barely knew anything about, but they helped each other sometimes.\nOral was from a reptilian race who was known for strength and agility. His body was bulky and thick from muscle, yet could squeeze between tight crevices that even the much thinner Rey could not fit in. A thin tail protruded from his pants, which was often used as an extra hand. Currently, a torch was being used to light the path in front of him. When asked for a light, it looks a few moments before finding a small lighter, which produced a flame whenever needed. Throwing it to the young woman, he gave a shrug. \"That's all I have. You might be able to find something flammable around here and light that on fire.\" The man suggested.\nWhenever an item of value was seen, the honor code between Rey and Oral was to yell out their discovery, allowing them to fight over it equally instead of being sneaky. Mostly Rey was the one that found these items, and was 'conveniently' quite close to it at the time, therefore giving no chance for Oral to get that item. This caused Oral to be a bit more dirty with his tactics. Finding a starship generator piece which was quite rare, Oral made his announcement and bolted. On all fours, Oral sprinted towards the item, grabbing it before Rey could even take five steps. \"Messes. One hundred portions, here we go.\" The reptile hissed, over-estimating his reward. It was likely that he would only get 15-20, but he liked to dream big. \"You find anything yet?\" Oral called out, happy with his prize."
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"value": "Watching him shout something out and run towards it on all fours, Rey barely had time to acknowledge anything. She could hear his claws scrap and tap against the hard metal surface before the pulling of the device. Seeing it rest in his hands she didn't look happy. \"Hey! Remember I said we share everything, it is only fair! I brought you here, I told you this place would be better than your junkyard out east!\"\n\"I'm talking to you!\" The lighter he gave her, she threw at his head trying to get his attention. Walking over to the reptile like alien she held her staff out. \"I mean it Oral!\" Snatching the rare piece she put it in a bag she carried over her shoulder. \"We can find other pieces and then share everything we get together.\"\nThe young woman was only one of a handful of humans on the planet at this time. Everyone saw them as weak and scum like. Rey felt she was better than that. She often dreamed of leaving Jack and visiting a vast ocean.\n\"Keep looking Oral!\" Rey turned her back and walked further in to the Starship, holding the lighter up which gave the walls an orange glow."
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"value": "Oral gave her a death stare as she snatched the item from him. \"I gave you a warning. Not my fault the human brain cannot register speech as quickly as any other race can.\" Oral insulted her. It was common for him to insult her, especially whenever she unfairly took one of the rare pieces of equipment they found. \"I expect that I'll get that back later?\" He asked in a snarl, walking off to search for other items of value. The most he could find was just shells of items that have already been scavenged. The muttered swears under his breath would echo and be heard by Rey, letting her know he wasn't having any luck.\nAn hour later, Oral and Rey left the starship, bodies glistening in sweat. The only item of value that the massive star ship had been the generator piece, which Oral would be taking now, whether Rey liked it or not. Grabbing the bag from Rey, Oral was searching for the item when the staff came swinging to his head. The alien's heightened senses allowed him to back away at the last moment, avoiding the hit. \"This is mine!\" Oral growled, dropping the bag and jumping on Rey. The staff was being used by Rey in an attempt to push Oral off, but it was not working well. Pushing the staff down, the reptile smirked as Rey struggled, hoping to suffocate her into unconsciousness"
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"value": "\"Of course you will, we will take it together to trade it for portions. Split it equally, only fair\" Rey replied, continuously looking for parts. Climbing onto a wall, she got quite high and used the height advantage to try and see anything worthwhile. \"There must be something here, look at this thing. If only we could get inside the actual ship, there must be so much in there.\"\nSadly however, their luck had not changed, the part Oral had found was the only thing in Rey's bag. Her forehead was dripping in sweat, and it glistened in the sun as she headed out of the ship. \"Hey!\" Screaming loudly as the bag was snatched from her, she swung the staff at head level only to see her swing dodged. Falling to the sand as he jumped on top of her, her staff was laying next to her as the reptile tried to strangle her. Struggling for breath, she had her fingertips on the staff and finally grabbed it, bringing it around to knock Oral off her. Using a spare few seconds to fill her lungs while the creature reacted to the blow Rey got up and ran for the bag.\nThe speeder was a few yards away, she needed the head start knowing Oral could run on four legs."
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"value": "Oral groaned as he hit the ground, rubbing his head as his vision blurred. When his eyes finally focused, he saw Rey sprinting for the bag and speeder, Oral quickly ran after her. Just before she got to the speeder, Oral knocked her over, her head hitting the back of the speeder. Knowing it would take a bit of time for her to recover from that blow, he grabbed the staff and bag, and drove off on the speeder.\nDriving back into town, Oral walked up to the trading desk, handing up the piece. \"Fifteen portions\" the large alien said to the reptile. \"Fifty.\" Was the reply attempting to negotiate. \"Twenty, and I don't kill you where you stand.\" The alien said, and Oral reluctantly accepted. Taking his twenty credits, Oral sat down at a table nearby and began to eat, wondering if Rey would survive or not. He didn't care either way, but he was a little curious."
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"value": "Opening her eyes, she felt a pain on the back of her head. Sitting up, Rey looked around and saw nothing but sand and the Starship. Oral had left her, left her for dead it seemed. Pushing herself up, her fingers spread in to the soft sand granules and her boots soon left steps as she began to walk home.\nIt took well over two hours, climbing hills and rolling down them caused her to lose energy fast and with no water she struggled harshly. Upon reaching the town, there was a watering hole normally used for the livestock, but she fell on to her knees and started to drink from it, pushing water in to her mouth with her hands.\nSeeing the queue at the trading station there were only a few minutes left before it shut. Rey quickly ran home, grabbing a spare part which she was saving for a rainy day in case she never found anything on her searches. Taking it to the alien Unbar Pluto, Rey handed him the piece for which he gave her half a portion. \"What! It is at least worth two! You have me two for that same piece only last week!\"\nHe wasn't happy with her outburst and chucked the half portion on the floor before shutting the shop up.\nHolding her portion close to her chest, Rey walked through the town feeling sorry for herself before she saw Oral. The anger in her was evident. \"Where is my speeder and staff! And I want my cut!\""
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"value": "Oral eyed Rey as she entered the marketplace, as she seemingly didn't notice him. She held a part, which seemed as if it had aged, and not from the ship itself. Maybe Rey had held onto this piece in secret? Either way, Rey now had no leverage over 'her cut' of his piece. Watching as Rey traded in the item, she seemed less than happy as she approached her lizard companion.\n\"Your speeder and staff are over there.\" Oral pointed to her belongings, safe and sound. \"And your cut?\" He asked, a slight sarcastic tone to his voice. Half a portion was thrown to her. \"That's for letting me borrow the speeder. Your 'cut' went out the window when I saw that item you just traded in. I've never seen that in my life, meaning you hid it from me. That's not part of our deal, as you have to announce everything we find. You get that item, I get mine, and now we're even.\" The man smirked, a bag of now-eighteen portions in his hand. \"But, I'm feeling generous. You still have something I'm willing to... let's say, rent out, for. Five portions.\" Oral smirked, not stating what he wanted yet, so then she got interested in what she would be getting. \"I want to fuck you in whatever way I like, and then you'll be paid.\""
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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 Rojas. The move was sudden, terribly sudden. Axel came home from work only a few hours ago and basically just started packing up their things. Rojas 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, Rojas wasn't either 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 Rojas had been more or less prepared for it. The pair had been dating for the last two years and Rojas 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. Furthermore, 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 Rojas' life. Who didn'want to live somewhere new every couple of months, honestly?\nRojas 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 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 gifted like them. His target was Rojas, 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 Rojas at the same time from other powerful groups that wanted to harness his elemental power. Rojas 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 Rojas 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 Rojas to plant a soft kiss to his lips.\nSometimes, he wondered if he should tell Rojas, 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": "Rojas 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. Rojas 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 sharing yet. He didn't even suspect that Axel was part of some Organization that wanted his blood.\n\"No,\" Rojas 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 Rojas 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 Rojas' 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 what was.\n\"You'll thank me one day,\" he snorted with a brief chuckle, sliding halfway on top of Rojas and supporting his weight with his sturdy forearms. With a delicate gesture not characteristic of his brutal looks, he grazed Rojas' 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, 'Rojas 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.\nFurthermore, he 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 want to 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 Rojas' 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 a while 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 Rojas without there being a suspicion, but that was highly unlikely.\n\"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I will.\" Rojas 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 Rojas, 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, Rojas 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, Rojas' own hands were sliding down Axel's back and dragging the end of his shirt up over his back."
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"value": "The last year had seen dragons burn, and a world grieve, it was a passing of an era, any man woman and child could see that. For two hundred years, Balerion the dragon Argon the conqueror brought with him from the land Valeria had helped to defend the world, and now it was gone. Along with it's many children, of the host of 19 dragons. Now they had 10, with the largest of them was still strong and powerful, but they had been declining even before the blackface's had fought for the throne.\nNow the largest was dead, and Azeris Blackface felt a lot like the smallest dragon at the head of the table. He was forcing himself to smile, the last night had brought an end to a war after all he should feel relieved, he would get the throne that his brothers, his uncles, and his mother and sister had all fought for. Yet this was no victory dance. It was an awkward celebration a feast surrounded by enemies. His banner, the black dragon on a plain of red, was behind him, and would be set aflame after the celebration was done. His wife's to be banner, the one that his entire family had died to try to get rid of, would remain, the 'proper' red dragon on a plane of black.\n'Fire and Blood' the words of the Targaryen would also remain, while he had been told not to speak his own families chosen words. The Masters wanted such things lost to history. The Red Keep was nice, he had never actually been to Kings landing before, he had spent his life on Dragon stone after the Blackface's had liberated it and used it as their base of operations. He could feel eyes on him, and he couldn't help but wave nervously.\nHis green eyes, and darker hair were traits born from his mother. Though he did have his father's pale features, strong jaw, and the tall frame of a Targaryen all things that stayed with them even when their blood was 'diluted'. His eyes strayed over the host of the tables, he could pick out at least 3 women whom he would rather sit beside, but if he so much as looked to touch another woman right now, last of his blood or not he was going to get his hand chopped off. So his hand was forced, and he would have to marry the woman sat beside him. He looked to her, briefly before breaking eye contact and looking back at the meal he could barely touch. They had never spoken before, he didn't know anything about her other than that she was the enemy.\nAnd now she was going to be his wife."
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"value": "Much of the world had changed since Argon the conqueror first took over the seven kingdoms. There was war and blood between houses as all of them tried to take power for themselves. Much of the fighting wasn't even fought with swords and arrows. The political animals that existed in Kings Landing seemed to inhabit the capital loved the fighting more than the armies and troops. One thing that many learn to grow up in the noble houses is that no matter how 'civilized' these people were. These Lords and Ladies they loved nothing more than bloodshed and power. Anything they could do to take more for themselves was done. Often without a second's thought to the people who would be impacted the most.\nEmily Targaryen knew how to play the game. She knew what she needed to say and who to say it to. Albeit the girl was still learning, but she was quick on her feet. If nothing her family taught her to use her strengths to her advantage. One thing that was instilled in Emily was her beauty. Even in the room she sat in she was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl in there. Her silver-golden hair cascaded down her back in beautiful thick waves that framed her heart shaped face. Her bright violet eyes contrasted sharply with the smooth and pale skin. Furthermore, her body developed into full womanhood.\nFurthermore, her grandmother was one of the most politically savvy people Emily knew. She taught her everything she knew. She coached her on what to say. But she also told her what to do. Which is how Emily found herself in an undesirable predicament. Next to her sat the man she would marry soon. The man she would spend the rest of her life with (however long that may be). The man whose family most recently tried to kill off her family. But that was something everyone in room conveniently decided to ignore.\nEmily turned and looked at Azeris. The pair caught each other's eye and quickly looked away. But one thing the girl tried to do was make sure that she didn't show any fear. In front of the people they had invited but also to each other. They didn't know each other yet. How could she trust him? In fact, how could she trust any of them? The girl opened her mouth to address the man sitting to her. \"Azeris...\" she trailed off not sure what she could say \"How are you? I'm sure these past few months and even years have been hard on you and your family.\" She wanted to seem sympathetic but also to gage where he was at. Was he angry? Hateful? Happy? Apathetic? She needed to know."
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"value": "She spoke to him? He blinked for a moment thinking that maybe he hadn't heard his name called, but then she asked him how he was at the moment. The months and years had indeed been hard on his 'family' House Blackface were all the agrarian's bastards, which meant that the majority of them were cousins and not real true-born family. But when they had been legitimized the entire group of them had been quick to form bonds. Since he had been the previous kings bastard he had been the main line of the family, along with his two elder brothers, his sister and his mother.\nAll of them gone now. He sighed and closed his eyes, sorrow was a better word to describe his demeanor when she asked him about his family. He let out a deep mournful sigh as he picked up his glass of wine and sipped some of it, the music helped, but it didn't matter really, he didn't want to get drunk on the wine or on the festivities, he didn't want this feast. \"Emily?\" He asked her name for a moment as if he had forgotten it, and then looked at her, she did have a sort of beauty about her. \"I loved my family, but they are gone now.\" He spoke with a soft sigh as he leaned back into his seat.\nWhen he opened his eyes he looked to his 'wife' looking her over for a moment, he evaluated her with a soft eye, trying his best to think about how to approach her. She was such an unknown, and yet she was asking about his family. \"I'm sorry for yours as well. For what it is worth I didn't really want this.\" He said softly, he needed her, at least half the armies of the kingdoms were loyal to her, he had no idea what would happen if something bad were to happen to her. Yet at the same time he had no idea if she was planning to get rid of him.\nTheir families had killed one another. How could he trust her after that?"
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"value": "He missed his family? From what her Grandmother told her about the Blackface family the only thing they cared about was getting more power. In fact, she told her that they might even kill each other to get what they wanted. Emily didn't know who to believe. She knew her Grandmother was cunning, but she always had her best interest at heart. She knew nothing about Avis. Was he saying this to win her over? Did he think she would be ruled by her emotions? Or was her truly a rare find in Westeros. A man who actually allowed others to see his emotions. Only time would tell.\nBut they needed each other so what he would gain from lying she had no idea. Her Grandmother brought her up to believe that everyone had an ulterior motive when they did something. Rarely was something done at face value. The look in his eyes told a different story though. Not one of cunning and bloodshed but rather of pain, sorrow, and maybe anger. She could sense that even if they couldn't trust each other just yet that he might not be as evil as her family told her.\n\"Thank you...it's been difficult, but hopefully the bloodshed is over.\" They both knew that wasn't true. The way their families craved power it wouldn't be long before there was in fighting amongst themselves or with another powerful family. Although Emily pitied the fools who would go against a family with dragons. After Emily said it she couldn't help but laugh for a moment. She knew it was a ridiculous thing to say. \"Sorry, I'm not mad. It was just the thought of them never fighting again was laughable.\" The surrounding party was in full swing, and it looked like it wouldn't be ending anytime soon. \"It looks like they are having fun...despite the fact that they were only just trying to kill each other not too long ago.\""
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"value": "The bloodshed was indeed over and done with. Yet the way she laughed made him a touch uncomfortable. Her blood was fully Targaryen which meant that only time would tell if she was as insane and depraved as the worst of her family. Every time one of her line was born the gods flipped a coin to see if those around them would suffer. At least that was what his family had told him time and time again, so he couldn't settle down. Not while the kingdom was split fifty. Yet she was right the idea that these people would never come to blows again was laughable cause there was no doubt that if either one of them died by accident than the six kingdoms would split down the line again ready to spill each other's blood at a moments notice.\n\"This party is honestly a bit much for my taste.\" He poked at his food for a moment watching lords ladies and servants all around dance to music, feast and drink. At least they could find some sort of comfort in this show, but he was stuck in his chair along with her. He knew full well that this party wasn't for them, it was for the people who had died in the conflict finding relief now that there weren't people willing to try and set the kingdoms aflame with dragons fire. \"Still I don't think anyone would listen to me if we tried to put a stop to it.\" He shook his head, they were king and queen and yet no one was going to listen to them for a while.\nCause after the wedding would come the bedding. Normally it would be the highlight of the night. A chance to see his new wife, but after everything that happened it felt more like he was going to be forced to rape her even though he himself didn't really feel like having sex. He paused to get a drink, should the two of them talk about that? He felt worry in his gut for what would come next, but he didn't know what to say. \"This is more their wedding than ours I suppose.\" He said with a laugh."
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"value": "Ma Saunas absolutely, inarguably and unendingly, done with this shit. Done with the exhaustion, the throat scratching thirst, the stomach cramping, painful hunger. There was nothing left in the world for her, but she'd figured out pretty quickly she couldn't stop moving. She didn't know how. She'd tried to consider killing herself, but realized pretty quickly that it just wasn't a possibility for her. Furthermore, she had no desire to end it, no matter how much of a struggle of every day was. Furthermore, she just... what was it one of her coworkers had said? Furthermore, she just kept on keepin' on. It was all she had.\nHer dirty brown hair was pulled up into a tight bun, because she just hadn't been able to bring herself to cut it all off. She'd liked her hair. But long and loose? That was a great way to end up with a cold, rotting hand tangled in it. The old fashion standards had died a long time ago with all the people who cared, and she hadn't thought about how she looked in a long time. There was a faint, splattered bloodstain on her sleeve that Ma had tried hard to get out, but then eventually given up on. It wasn't like it was all that noticeable under the dust and dirt, and she was so used to it that she barely noticed it anymore anyway. It wasn't like she had a lot of options for clothing. The jacket and jeans were both thick enough that the human teeth of the biters couldn't rip through, and that had saved her life on more than one occasion. Or at least saved her limb. Ma had heard that chopping off your limb above the bite could keep the infection from spreading, but she hadn't thought about it much, at least not long enough to make a decision. She should have. These were the kinds of things a survivor should have already planned out.\nThe store looked empty. The windows were dirty but not bloody, which was a decent sign. She rapped on one sharply with a knuckle and waited, watching for a moment. Nothing inside. At least, nothing that had heard the noise or could respond to it promptly. The door was unlocked - of course - and she pushed it open, stepping into the silence. The smell of death hit her immediately, and Ma wrinkled her nose in distaste. The reason for it was obvious; there were three bodies lying on the floor. They weren't moving, and she moved towards them closely, kicking them over one at a time. She could see the holes in their head, and just kind of shoved them out of the way, so that if she had to run, she wouldn't trip over them. From what she could tell from decomposition, they'd been there a while. Not walking, just lying there. Someone else who'd been The door was closed behind her, and the woman started into the store, footsteps soft as she looked for something that wasn't rotten."
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"value": "Not long ago, Rick Grimes group of survivors arrived at the Alexandria Safe-Zone. Apprehensive at first, the majority of the group were assimilating hastily into the new lifestyle. From the minority that almost abhorred the conformity and normality of the community, Daryl Dixon was the most prominent. As Ricks right-hand-man, the redneck discussed everything with the former sheriff. Daryl's distaste was dually expressed before, during, and after the decision was made to explore Alexandria. Surprisingly to Daryl, Rick began relaxing into this new safe haven. Daryl's prior experience with a self-proclaimed sanctuary or safe-haven was nearly fatal. The experiences at Terminus deterred the group from believing Alexandria was truly safe though the memory was almost forgotten by most. How did these people trust so easily? Trust was an area Daryl struggled with for his entire life. It took years before he trusted this group, but they were his family now.\nRough around the edges, Daryl never showed a hidden soft side. Carol found that side most of the time and everyone knew it existed. Still, in the eyes of everyone, Daryl Dixon was the neighborhood redneck badass. Without even trying, the male won popularity over the people of Alexandria despite being mute for the first handful of days. Though he would not openly admit this to anybody, the male began looking at this community with a new perspective. Despite this newfound, confusing emotion and viewpoint, Daryl enjoyed his privacy and freedom.\nBeing locked inside a safe-zone was fantastic during the apocalypse, yet Daryl felt it was imprisonment. As a boy, he spent most of his time outside with his older brother, Merle. Essentially, Daryl was never a home body and enjoyed being in nature. Walkers hampered his ability and opportunity to hunt for pleasure and enjoy his alone time, but it was better than nothing. Daryl refused to be locked inside forever. Recently informed of his job at Alexandria with Aaron, Daryl felt ambiguous about the situation. His head needed to be cleared and supplies were needed.\nWith his crossbow and hunting knife by his side, Daryl hopped onto his precious motorcycle and left Alexandria. The supply runners often coordinated and plotted the next supply run, so Daryl veered off-course and began searching through a town just west of the settlement. It was dangerous because the area was not scouted yet the older male figured keeping on the same path as the runners would lead him to depleted resources. Because of pride, Daryl Dixon never returned home empty-handed. Nothing about this town alarmed him until he decided to check an old grocery store. It was one of many stores in the same strip mall area. All hell broke loose when the metal door was pulled open thanks to Daryl's strength and a swarm of walkers piled out into the parking lot. Fuck! The brown-haired male cursed, falling back onto his ass. It was impossible to fight off the creatures so he jumped to his feet quickly and took off in a sprint around this store towards the next unknowingly heading towards a dead end with the presence of another human being not far away."
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"value": "The store didn't have a lot she wanted. Ma took the time to open and eat a single energy bar she'd found underneath one of the shelves, but that was about it. Pasta sauce she'd just... drink, she supposed. It wasn't an appealing thought, but neither was starving to death. That one was distinctly worse, so drinking pasta sauce it was. Not here, but later.\nShe saw the man coming, and the walkers behind him. Her immediate thought was that she should just go back in the store, close the door and go out the back, let him deal with it. Whatever he'd done, he'd been the one to fuck up, and she didn't have to have any part of this. But he looked clean and decently fed, she realized, and that meant he had somewhere. Which meant he had people. She remembered when she'd had people. Her dark brow furrowed, and Ma sighed.\nFine. Fine, she was doing this. Somebody deserved to have a good day today.\n\"In here. Back door.\" She spoke quickly, gesturing through the door she was currently standing next to. Walkers weren't smart, they wouldn't know to go around. She stepped back inside, closing the door behind her but leaving it unlocked and moving towards the back of the building. He could follow if he wanted, but she was gettin' out of there. Sure, it could be a trap, but he'd have to decide if it was worth it or not. Pretty much everything could be a trap these days. Ma just wanted to do one good thing today. Probably her one good thing for the next month, because she was not leaving any of the still good supplies in the store. Then again that was because there were barely any and if she didn't get 'em, she'd probably die.\nShe heard the door open and close, and silently found a spot behind a shelf. \"Door's in the back. We can go one at a time and hope the other doesn't shoot us in the back, or just get going.\" That was probably the better option, really. The undead were already slamming into the windows, making the glass rattle. It wouldn't hold up forever. Not very long, even. Too many of them, too much force. And they didn't care about glass cuts, they wouldn't be slowing down. Ma hadn't gotten out her gun until this point, but it was in her hand now. She wasn't even thinking it was for the walkers, the biggest chance of use would be because of the dude she'd just let in. Humans were just as dangerous, if not more so than the dead these days. Then again, people had always been pretty dangerous. She just met a lot less good people these days."
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"value": "Chances of survival were dimming for Daryl Dixon. Being a realist, he needed to get the hell out of this place. The last thing he expected was to be assisted by another human being. However, a feminine voice called out to him and with a whip of his head, the males brown eyes landed on a woman peeking out of a nearby store. It could be a trap leading him to his death, but the walkers were getting closer. Perhaps he would be able to maneuver his way out of this one so he took the risk. He was unable to debate long about his choice because of the impending horde.\nInside, he was careful enough to ensure this woman did not kill him immediately. Though she kept her gun withdrawn, Daryl kept his hand on the crossbow while gliding towards the back where this strange woman was directing him. Following her to the back of the store, Daryl kept dead silent and only nodded from time to time. Already, the walkers were banging loudly on the glass. It would shatter at any time. He would have to take the risk of not getting shot in the back. However, another problem would be encountered.\nThe door was jammed shut from the outside it seemed. Daryl could not push it open even though he used all of his strength. Time was running low and Daryl frantically looked left and right to find something, anything they could use. Finally, his eyes landed on a metal cart. It was not a shopping cart, but it looked to transport items from one place to another in the store. It would almost remind him of a laptop cart except heavier and obviously not used for laptops. \"Hey, come here and help give this a push. Maybe we can ram the door and knock whatever it is back there off. Or at least we can get the door slightly open and find something to pry it open further.\" Daryl shouted over the commotion, feeling their options were quickly running out of time as it was."
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"value": "Lily Luna Potter was doing some last minute packing before heading off to the train to start her fifth year. Her twin brother, Albus, was busy yelling at her to hurry the hell up because he was getting tired of waiting. James, who was two years old then them, was going into his last year at Hogwarts and was already in the car, ready to drive. Mr. Harry Potter had a press conference and Mrs. Ginny Potter worked as a healer, and was on call and at St. Mangos, so James got the chance to drive them to school, since the car was charmed to drive itself back home after going invisible once they got to Hogwarts.\n\"Merlin, Lily, hurry up!\" yelled Albus from the bottom of the stairs, already done packing with his things in the car.\n\"I'm coming!\" yelled Lily, grabbing her Slytherin scarf and stuffing it into the trunk, and then dragging it down the stairs and handing it off to Albus, before climbing into the backseat of the car.\nOnce everyone was at the train station, Lily met Talia and Gallon, and they walked to the platform and then onto the train.\n\"Where's Scorpius?\" asked Lily, looked around once they had sat down in the compartment.\n\"Probably hitting on some girl.\" Talia said with a shrug. Gallon nodded.\nThe three friends then waited patiently for Scorpius to arrive in their compartment."
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"value": "Keeping others waiting, even if they were his closest friends in the world was something that Scorpius enjoyed doing very much. It was just another subtle way to establish that he was the one who was in charge of their little group, they might all have their own opinions and the freedom to essentially do what they wanted but when push came to shove he was the one who chose what to do. It was of course only the natural order of things for a Malfoy to take control of the situation, the son of the wealthiest wizarding family in Europe, a family with pure blood lineage stretching back as far as anyone could count and a great deal of power accumulated over those years. One of the top students in his class, prefect, first-rate Chaser, and of course devilishly charming, wasn't it only right that he should take charge.\nHe knew what his friends would no doubt suspect as he kept them waiting, that he had cornered some lovely young lady in a secluded part of the train and was working his quite aggressive brand of seduction like he always chose to, but instead he was just killing time not far off from where they were, enjoying a moment of quiet in a car full of first year students who were too nervous to make a single sound in his presence. That alone was amusing to the point that he would have been laughing if he were not in deep thought, this was the year, he had decided that this was the year that he was going to have Lily all for himself. He knew his parents would never approve, doubted hers would even though technically his father always made a big show about how grateful he was to Potter for taking care of the threat of the Dark Lord... but who cared, he had wanted her from the first onset of puberty and now... well what was going to stop him?\nFeeling that he had let enough time pass Scorpius made his way from the car that he had been sitting, carrying himself with all the poise and pride that was to be expected of a Malfoy and moved to the train car where they always sat together, pulling the door open with a smirk. I would say I am sorry to keep you all waiting, but you would know it is a lie. He pointed out as he moved to take a seat next to Lily. And you all know I am not going to feel the least bit guilty so... let's skip the part where you try to tell me how terrible I am."
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"value": "Lily, Gallon, and Talia were all talking amongst themselves, at first, trying to come up with reasons why Scorpius was later than normal to the compartment. Gallon suggested that he woke up late, because his father drugged him, hoping he'd end up dead and missed the train. Talia said he fell off the train, and Lily said that it was probably all of the above. As they talked, the reasons became more and more ridiculous and unlikely. Though, they only did this guessing thing because they were extremely bored waiting for Scorpius to get there. They all knew that the most likely reason was that Scorpius was trying to get his hands on some girl, like he always did. After all, anyone who had a brain that went to Hogwarts that wasn't going to be a first year this year, knew that Scorpius was a player, and never settled on one girl. He just wanted a few quickies, though, Talia said that him getting his hand on a girl this early in the morning isn't like him.\nAfter a while of getting bored with naming unlikely reasons why Scorpius was gone, and not on the train, the three friends spent the time talking about Quidditch, and Lily said it would be great to be a beater, so she could smack budgets around, but she doubted Scorpius would let her try out for the team. After all, Slytherin had a boy-only team for centuries, and being a Malfoy, Scorpius was all about keeping tradition. When Scorpius showed up, everyone looked up to see him, and they all rolled their eyes at him, knowing that he was never sorry about being late. It didn't surprise them one bit. Lily scooted over a little bit, so her and Scorpius weren't so close, so he could have some actual room. She then said to him, \"Don't worry, Scorpius, we weren't going to give you the satisfaction of telling you how much we cared that you were gone, anyway.\" Gallon chuckled at Lily's statement and Talia sighed.\nBoth Talia and Gallon knew that Lily liked to act like she was in charge, as most Slytherin's do. And being a Potter, with a famous family, Lily felt like she deserved to be on top and be in charge. But when it came down to the truth, she took orders better than anything. As much as she had that 'I'll kick your ass if you mess with me' attitude, she'd take orders from people because she felt safer or better that way. Besides, Lily knew she was friends with the elite, so she wasn't going to mess it up by not taking orders from Scorpius, as she always did since he pretty much made himself in charge."
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"value": "Scorpius sneered a little bit at the comment about how they wouldn't give him any satisfaction, he didn't care if they weren't going to tell him that they had missed his company. He was the one in charge, of course without him around to take the lead they would be entirely lost and have no idea at all what they should do. Still he was there now and as he relaxed in the seat, enjoying the comfortable and well-worn leather conforming to his body after being broken in by so many students over the years and making sure that he was perfectly comfortable on his trip to the school. You don't need to tell me how much you all missed my Little. He teased with a small smirk. How could I not be missed, as amazing as I am.\nHe knew that Lily wanted to join the team and was willing to consider it by giving her a try-out, to him victory was far more important than any traditions that existed... they had come close last year but this year he wanted to bring the cup back to their team and by putting a Potter on his team it might keep her brother from preforming as well as he normally did. Anything for Victory was the Slytherin standard and if giving up a tradition that might hold them back... only if she was good enough to make the team in a fair try out of course. At that moment though he had something more important to think about and having the others in the car with him would only get in the way.\nYou two. He grunted, pointing quickly. I need to have some time alone with Lily, go off and have some fun alone, torment the new students, find something to eat, I really don't car what you do as long as I don't see you for a while. Patience wasn't his strong suit, something he needed to work on a bit but at that moment he hardly cared... he wanted to be alone with Lily right away."
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"value": "Talia and Gallon just rolled their eyes at Scorpius's sneer, and knew better than to tell him off for being late, because they were even more below Lily in the social food chain. Sure they were purebloods, but they knew Scorpius was still on top, and Lily needed to learn that just like them. Lily scoffed, and she then said, \"Well, Scorpius, I didn't miss you at all, so what do you say to that?\" She didn't like losing to Scorpius, even though it was a downright lie to say that she didn't miss Scorpius. He was her best friend, well...best guy friend anyway. Plus, with Harry being her father, she wasn't allowed to have any contact with Scorpius all summer, unlike her constant hanging out with Gallon and Talia during the summer since her father reluctantly approved of them.\nLily was itching to ask Scorpius about the Quidditch Try-Outs, since they probably would be pretty soon, but she wasn't exactly to thrilled about Scorpius being in a position of authority over her if she joined. She didn't completely trust him, even if he is her best guy friend. \"Scorpius, can I ask you something?\" Lily started to say, but then she heard that Gallon and Talia had to leave because Scorpius wanted to be alone with her for a bit, and she quickly shut her mouth. Wait, time alone with me? But why? He isn't planning on kicking me out of his elite group, is he? Oh, Merlin! please let that not be true...and I don't want to be alone with Scorpius! Lily thought, her mind going a mile a minute with thoughts that hadn't crossed her mind all morning.\n\"Fine, we'll leave. I've been itching to pick on the first years since we got on.\" Gallon said with a smirk as he stood up, ready to leave. His mind not going crazy like his friend, Lily's was. Talia sighed, and she then said, \"Fine, I'll go with Gallon. But honestly, Scorpius, there is no need to be alone with Lily. Though, don't even think about hurting her. She's our friend. Go easy on her.\" She smirked, and then the two friends left the compartment, and went off to annoy the first years, leaving Lily alone with Scorpius."
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"value": "It most 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 have 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 Salami was 17 and a senior in high school, but he was a 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 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 leads 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, you're my dog now.\" Her voice was cold, as harsh and as beautiful as her features. \"I'm known as Mistress Delia.\""
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"value": "Light heard the loud clicking of someone's heels echoing of the walls. The walk was delicate yet sophisticated, was it a female? He turned his head upward 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 Delia was her name? Did that mean he had to call her his mistress, fat chance on that, he didn't belong to no one. \"It's 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 than it appeared she had. \"You're a bad dog, get the hell out of my is-\" 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 watches him flee.\nShe turned back to the small cell and placed the key in the lock. Furthermore, 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. Furthermore, 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. Furthermore, she leaned forward, her breasts straining against her top and nearly spilling free. Furthermore, 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. Furthermore, 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 eyebrow 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. \"ETH!\" 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 if 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": "Wetland-Yutani had finally succeeded in their goal of capturing live Mesomorph specimens, many lives had been lost in the process of course, scientists and marines sacrificed like they were nothing, but finally several eggs had been captured and brought to a research station in orbit of a remote colony world. Abducting colonists from the planet below would raise too many suspicions, so the company had smuggled several people aboard a supply ship to the station, eager new colonists that had been 'accidentally' omitted from the official manifests, offloaded still in their stasis bays and onto the station, unaware of their coming fate as mere incubators. All too soon Wetland-Yutani had exactly what they wanted, 6 new Mesomorphs in specially built containment cells, ready for study and experimentation, and experiment they did. For weeks some of the best scientists in human space were taking samples from the Mesomorphs, conducting experiments, injecting the specimens with drugs, exposing them to radiation, making subtle changes to the Mesomorph genome in order to try and make them controllable, though none of it seemed to work. No matter what changes they made the Mesomorph's simply would not obey.\nAs always happened though, the scientists discovered too late that they hadn't been cautious enough. Some of their manipulations of the Mesomorph DNA had unintended effects, mutations they hadn't desired or predicted, some introductions of human DNA intended to make the creatures more obedient instead combining with other elements of the genome instead. And of course, all it took was one little mistake, one little oversight, a technician not double-checking their work, a scientist not following protocols exactly, and it had led to chaos. The Mesomorphs had escaped, rampaging across the station, overwhelming the detachment of marines aboard. One of the scientists had managed to activate the emergency protocol, thinking that it would send a call for help, that the company would come and save them. Instead, it caused the stations thrusters to fire, knocking it out of orbit and into a collision with the planet below. The emergency protocol had been intended to destroy the station, to burn it up in the atmosphere and smash into the surface, destroying any trace of what had happened. Like most of Wetland-Yutani's plans involving the Mesomorphs however, everything did not go according to plan. The station had indeed crashed into the surface, but whilst the human survivors were wiped out in the crash, the Mesomorphs, or some of them at least, were not.\nMarianas a student living on the colony for a year, her home was actually back on Earth, but as part of her college studies she'd come out here to spend a year studying in a different environment, under different stars, where there was a constant influx of the newest technology. She had been out in the plains with her telescope in the dead of night when she had seen it, the flaming wreckage streaking across the sky, smashing into the mountains on the horizon. The girl was confused about what it might have been, there were no comets or asteroids in this star system that would visibly burn up in the atmosphere of a planet like this. Given her natural curiosity Maria had packed up her things and jumped in her buggy, making haste towards the glowing wreckage. Sure she should have called it in, maybe come back in the morning when it was daylight, but the glow was fading, and it would be difficult to find the crash again.\nLittle did Maria know what was waiting for her at the crash site, just what survivors were there. Little did she also know that her DNA was now exactly what the new instincts of these altered Mesomorphs would be looking for, what their senses would draw them towards...."
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"value": "A set of long fingers, shiny, black, and extremely sharp claws would peel its way out of the metal and debris. A low hiss would break through the sounds of falling ship parts as if it was the only thing someone would hear. The adult Mesomorph would pull itself to its full height. The vertebrate-like body with its protective exoskeleton, a long flexible tail, an elongated domed head, with nearly invisible eyes near the mouth, and a toothed maw hiding a proboscis-like inner mouth. Its lips would curl back in seemingly aggravated motions. Not even a few moments later, another hiss would come from a nearby tree and another from behind a pod and lastly, another would slither along the ground with another following behind and lastly, one pushing its way through fallen trees till the six were grouped together.\nThe group seemed distraught, hissing and snapping at one another. The first alien seemed to have a long scar on the very front of its head, distinguishing it from the others. One of the others seemed to take a step forward only to be hissed at and was met with a higher pitched hiss. Each of the six seemed to hiss at different intervals but internally, they all seemed to hit the same pitch, and it signaled the loss of a queen to lead them. They needed to reproduce but without a queen, it wasn't possible until they all fell silent and turned in the same direction.\nThere was something different among them, but there was something in them that was starring. Something or someone on this planet was drawing their attention. The Mesomorph with the scar would start forward, the others turning to it but not moving from their spots. The scared one would do was its instincts told it to, and it told it to find this source and what would happen from there would be what it wanted. The five remaining would slowly slink back into separate parts of the darkness like animals waiting for an ambush, or maybe it was the fact that they were reading a nesting ground for the possible future."
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"value": "Maria finally got to the wreckage, pulling up her buggy a short distance away, the flames making it too hot and dangerous to get much closer. \"Oh no...\" She got out slowly, staring at the wreckage, this was even worse than she'd imagined. She had hoped that maybe it was some kind of escape pod or something that might've survived, but most of what was left was a twisted wreck of metal, it was impossible any human could survive a crash like that. \"I guess I should head back and log a report with the security force, they'll need to get someone out hear to salvage whatever's left, and identify whatever this wreck used to be...\" She turned to head back to her buggy, pulling out a camera to take a few pictures of the wreckage and to make sure that her buggy had logged the exact location of where she was.\nJust as she was about to get back in though she thought she heard something. \"Hm?\" She turned quickly, grabbing a torch and turning it on, shining the light around into the darkness all around her. Was it possible that someone on the station had managed to launch an escape pod at the last moment? That a pod had landed nearby? \"Hello? Is anyone there?!\" Maria called out, heading in the direction she thought she had heard the sound come from. \"If there's anyone there please call out! I can call for help or get you to a medical center!\" She moved further into the darkness, still shining her torch around. \"Maybe I'm just hearing things....\" She sighed, slowly lowering the torch \"Or I just want to hear something. I should get going...\" The girl shook her head, turning her back on the darkness to head back towards her buggy."
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"value": "The scared one had shifted silently through the forest, especially given its size but nevertheless, it was gliding through with little to no problem. The sound of the buggy was the first target to come close and with it, the cause for the intense instinct it held. It would move just out of sight but strangely, it did nothing to disturb the vehicle from its course. It was heading straight into the lion's den and there was no way it was going to be getting out. Upon stopping, a human exited and began to call out, more than likely for her own kind that had infested the ship before its demise. If it did not fall as soon as it did, there would be plenty of soldiers and a queen if they were lucky, but that had burnt away in the atmosphere as well.\nThe female human had returned to the buggy and began to use an object to flashlight at the site. The lips began to pull back, saliva starting to drip to the ground. There was an urge when it focused on the human that was not like the ones on the ship. Where it saw nothing more than the ability to feed, there was something strange now. Something the scientists had done that caused the lower region of the Mesomorph to act strangely. A snap of a twig underfoot would cause the female to shine a light outward and at that moment, the alien would take to the trees just as silently as it had moved through the forest prior. As the female human ran in the direction, yelling and searching for the sound. After a moment, she had lowered her guard and turned, and it was then that it would strike.\nA drip of saliva would start first, landing on her shoulder a few drops at a time. If she investigated this, the mesomorph would give a low hiss and lunge from the tree, using its talon-like hands to push her to the ground, digging the tips into the dirt to keep its prey there. Its lower body placed directly between her legs, making sure that escape was unlikely but of all these things to notice, it was the mouth that was seemingly inches from her face, the hiss low and a few bits of slimy drool dripping down."
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"value": "Maria sighed as she came to a stop and lowered the flashlight, deciding it was futile to keep searching. If there had been any survivors from the crash they would have called out to her by now, or she would've seen some broken tree branches or plants, some sign of life, but there was nothing here. \"Guess I'll head back...let the security guys do a full search of the area in the daytime...\"\nThe girl was just turning around when she felt something dripping onto her shoulder. \"Hm?\" She blinked, reaching up to touch it. For a moment she thought it was perhaps beginning to rain, but the fluid wasn't water, it was...sticky? Some kind of tree sap maybe? \"Huh...?\" Slowly the girl looked up, raising her flashlight to point it into the air, just in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of a black shape lunging towards her before it hit her. She screamed as she was knocked down to the ground, the flashlight clattering from her hand and rolling away, coming to a stop whilst pointing at her, illuminating the two of them. \"What?!\" She stared in horror and disbelief at the creature now pinning her down, then screamed, making a futile attempt to push it away. \"G-get away from me! Get off me! S-someone help me!!!\" She squirmed and shook her head as more of the sticky saliva dripped over her face and sweater."
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"value": "As soon as she walked off the bus in Cherry grove City, Maddie Hairsprings instantly in awe of her surroundings. Being the daughter of world-famous artist and designer Scarlet Fairspringhad a heavy influence on her, but in the complete opposite way. Where people would think her poised, elegant, and distinguished like her mother, Maddie was wild, unruly, and for lack of a better word, uncontrollable. Maybe it was for the best that when she got her trainers license, she left her home in Jubilee City and decided to travel the world.\nIt took a lot of her personal savings, a long boat ride, and bus across a long bridge to make it Photo. Which is exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be as far from the influence of her mother as she possibly could. But she knew that could never happen. She would be surprised if she met someone who didn't know her mother.\nShe touched the poke ball on her side and smiled. We made it Willowy. It was a long trip, but we made it. She walked around, looking at the new sights she had never seen before. Everywhere she looked, she saw friendly faces. She pulled out a map and looked at it.\nShe heard about a professor in Newark town who was looking for some trainers to help him with some sort of research. It could have been just talk on the boat, but it would be something to do. Let's see. If this is there. And that's there. Then Newark has to be.this way.\nShe put the map away, and she began to walk out of the city. It would probably be a while before she reached Newark, but she decided to make the best of it."
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"value": "Cherry grove City was a small coastal city in the Photo Region of the world. More of town than a city, it is one of the main starter towns in the known world. Cherry grove was known for being the home of one of the greatest Pokémon trainers the world had ever seen, Gold. Years ago, Gold had set out on his journey to be a Pokémon master as he quested to collect gym badges from his region as well as the sister region, Kant. Photo had so much hidden treasures to show new and even existing Pokémon trainer. Treasures that Maddie was bound to find on her journey.\nThe day was a wonderful sunny and bright day that had a great breeze that created a distinct aroma that only a coastal city could have. Flower pedals danced on the wind as they're adding an element of beauty as well as a delicious fragrance to the air. The day had a wonderful heat to it, with only enough moisture in the air to keep it from being a completely dry heat. Citizens seemed to be walking about as they rushed to the edge of the town to enjoy the water in swimsuits and summer attire. With nothing much going on in the town, it was easy to spot the only attraction that drew in customers that had other interests than swimming...eating!\nAt the edge of the town, there was a simple food cart that had attracted a crowd. Even the smells seem to compete as they overpower the coastal atmosphere the closer you got to the source. Meats and veggies sizzled as they were fried up to and served giving a melody to the area that drew attention. Burgers were being prepared in a variety of ways as customers left the food vendor smiling and eager to eat. Nearby, there was a small station of seats that allowed people to sit and enjoy their meal. Burgers, Burgers & Burgers, was the name of the small stand, which was hard to see as it was only written once on a black board that sat on the outside of the vendor stand. The black board only stood about four feet tall and had the name and a series of burger styles that could be prepared at the customers desires. Surrounded by eager customers, the board rarely showed much of its writing to anyone that was not close to its proximity. Either these people had a personal investment in this burger stand, or it was bound to have some delicious food.\nThe vendor was a large man, overweight and with a tanned complexion from all the time spent outside with his job. Standing about five inches short of six feet, the man looked enthusiastic about his profession like only an investor or owner could be. Black hair and black eyes that seemed to sit amongst his average features as they added a bit of color to his complexion. Round spectacles and an apron that had the logo embroidered upon it, were the only accessories that this man wore proudly. He wanted this food cart to do well and even seemed to enjoy the various aspects that came with operating. He looked like a man who belonged right where he was and enjoyed every minute of his existence.\nAnd by the looks of the customers, they enjoyed him for it!\n\"Come get the best Burger in Photo!\" the man continuously yelled as he served up his food to guests, in between the various greetings and small talk that only paying guests were privileged to enjoy."
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"value": "Maddie looked over at the vendor and her stomach growled loudly. She was so focused on getting to Newark that she completely forgot to eat anything. She wouldn't get far without food. And everything there looked so good.\nShe stood in line and waited for her turn in line. She stepped up and smiled. Hi. These all smell so amazing. I'll take the best burger you got. She smiled and waited for her food to be ready.\nIt looked so amazing. It was full of stuff she knew her mother would frown on. She couldn't wait to eat it. She reached for her bag, opened it up and looked is shock. Getting her must have taken more money than she initially thought. She barely had enough for it. She looked up at the vendor and smiled, trying to look as cute as possible. Uhh, discount for a first timer?"
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"value": "\"Absolutely! One Double Burger, All the Way!\" He stated with enthusiasm, turning to his grill and going about his dance. Like an artist when he knows what to put on a blank canvas, the street vendor simply started going about the preparations needed. First, he grabbed a bun and threw it on his flat grill to toast up, adding a little butter for flavor. Then, he pulled a fresh patty from his supplies and threw it on the grill. He had several patties already cooking, but it seemed like he had a system while he had such a line. Replace each burger with a new on as they were ordered. After that, he went about adding cheese to one of the burgers that looked prime and ready. From there it was a matter of adding various ingredients from the pile of grilled onions and veggies that decorated one end of the chef's flat grill. It could be oddly satisfying to watch this man work, as he performed a simple day's work with the skill and grace of a master who loved his dedication.\nPutting the masterpiece upon a paper plate, the Chef turned to his fryer and started to add a healthy number of fried potatoes to it. Little salt and seasoning, the man turned to the young lady and presented her with the meal.\n\"As you requested, one double burger done up all the way! Chef's style!\"\nIt was then that the man was hit with the anchor that was reality. This young lady could not pay. Tempted as the man might be, he knew that today was a day of earnings. His wife would kill him and use him to supply the next weeks' worth of burger meat. But the man was a gentleman first and fought with himself on what to do. While he did this, a few moments passed and anyone could look on and see the gears as they turned inside the man's head. Coming to a conclusion, the man began to speak...\n\"I...\" He started but was interrupted by another gentleman who walked up to the front of the line.\n\"I will pay for her meal.\" Spoke the new man as he pulled his wallet out and proceeded to hand the chef payment. \"And don't worry about it lady, we all need help once in a while.\"\nThe new gentleman finished payment and without a moment's hesitation, turned away from the food cart and started to walk towards route 29. In a hurry, the young gentleman didn't even bother to wave or ask the young woman's name before he rescued her from her bill. A tall man, about six foot or more, he stood over most the citizens that gathered around Burger, Burger & Burger. His hair was a dark shade of black that stood out, even making the burger vendor's hair seem a few degrees lighter. Next to the young man's hair, the vendor almost seemed to have a darker shade of brown hair that would look black if not for the gentleman presence. His eyes were an icy blue that faded to white as they got closer to the pupils. Well-built for his size, the young man seems muscular but without the tone and shape that only came from vigorous days at the gym. Athletically built like that of a track star, the young man was not hard on the eyes with his tanned skin and thick beard. Slightly out of place, despite his looks, the man seemed like he came from a mountainous region that must have spent many months covered in snow. He was dressed in shorts and a tank top, as he glistened with sweat from the warm day. His few belongings consisted of a backpack, hat, finger-less gloves and boots that matched his hair color; his clothing as well as a belt that seemed home to a few Pinball.\n\"Good Luck and be sure to pass along the kindness to another!\" He spoke with and elevated voice as he continued to make his way away from the crowd and towards New Bark Town."
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"value": "Maddie looked at this new stranger. He paid for her food. That was very nice of him. She smiled a little. Thank you. She took the burger and smelled it again. It was amazing. When she took a bite, it tasted even better. She quickly ate the burger and fries, loving every bite more and more.\nWith how hungry she was, it didn't take Maddie long to finish the large creation. She sighed in content from a full belly. She suddenly had a realization. Furthermore, she needed more money. Furthermore, she got lucky right now with a good Samaritan paying for her food, even though it wasn't much.\nFurthermore, she looked in the direction the man walked off in. He was heading toward Newark Town. That was where she needed to go. She quickly threw her trash away and began running after him. Hey! Hey mister, wait up! Wait up!! She left Cherry grove and found herself alone on Route 29. She looked around a bit before lightly cursing herself.\nDamn. It would have been nice to walk with someone. She pulled out the map and read it again. Okay. It's a left earthen a right. She followed the map, walking and tripping a few times for a few hours before finally making it to Newark Town. She smiled as she looked. This is a pretty nice place. Now, I just gotta find this professor."
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"value": "Pushing was up earlier than usual. And for her, that was pretty early. She was up long before the sun would rise. Her reason? The small plastic stick resting on the counter besides where she stood, wearing nothing but her pajamas, which was a short-sleeved blue silk top that ended midway down her thighs. Her feet were bare against the cold tiled floor, toes curling in anticipation as she stared at the small object on the counter. It was small, indeed, but it was a very powerful thing. It had been on Pushing's mind the past few days, putting the normally fearless woman on edge. Even now, as she stared at the little thing, her heart was pounding heavily in her chest and her stomach was twisting with anxiety.\nNow, you may be wondering what could put the brave Red Hot-Blooded Habanero in such a state of disarray. Well, it was a pregnancy test.\nShe had been feeling weird the past few days, and after discussing it with Minot China, it was suggested that she may be pregnant. Which came as a total shock to Pushing. She couldn't have a kid! Not right now! There was simply too much going on, what with the news of this mysterious figure going around trying to kill off the tailed beasts. Besides, she just wasn't ready to be a mother. She didn't know if she wouldeverbe ready for such a role\nAt the same time, though, what if shewaspregnant? Into would be such a wonderful dad, that much she knew already. But he had never really talked about starting a family. It was a discussion they were too busy to have. Still, if she was pregnant, what would they do?\nSighing under her breath, Pushing pinched her eyes closed and took a shaky breath to try and prepare herself for the results. As she did this she reached over and grabbed the test, figuring it would be ready by now. Question was, was she ready for the results? The answer was no, but she had to face it anyway. So, mustering all the courage she could manage, she peeked open and glanced down at the test, only to let out the biggest sigh of her life.\nIt was negative.\nThank Kami! She groaned out loud, relief calming her edgy nerves and causing her to slouch forward in a dramatic fashion. No babies today! Hah!\nHappily, she dropped the test into the trash near the toilet and turned to leave the bathroom, a refreshed glow about her as if the weight of the world had just been taken from her shoulders. There was a spring to her step, her deep blue eyes sparkling happily as she stepped into the bedroom and smiled giddily at the sight of Into beneath the covers. She was usually reluctant to wake him. As the Homage, he didn't get a lot of rest. They needed to head out in a few hours though, and there was no way she could get back to sleep, so\nRise and shine~! Playfully, Pushing crawled into bed with the man, smiling as she laid atop the covers and squirmed up against his frame in and attempt to wake him. Assuming he wasn't already awake."
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"value": "*bump*\nThat was the first thing he felt, not aware what it was he slowly began to crack open his eyes. 'Rise and shine~' called the familiar voice as his eyes opened catching the pale face of his wife, her long, seriously long, red hair draping around her face as she dropped next to him and began snuggling, wriggling next to him as he shook his head in an attempt to calibrate himself and awaken properly. \"What're you...\" he began asking before deciding against finishing the sentence. He loosened up, he's gotten a little bit stiff from her waking him so suddenly, he relaxed back down in the pillow as he lifted both his arms out from under the covers. One hand slipped behind his own head, the mess of yellow hair that sat comfortably atop his head, the second draped around Pushing's shoulders as he held her to his naked torso. He slept, for the most part, naked. No shirt to cover his reasonably toned upper body, and only a pair of shorts to cover his crotch. They were closer to a pair of briefs than they were to an actual pair of shorts.\nHe groans slightly, holding her against him for a brief moment before reaching over to the bedside table. It was dark still, no sunlight cracking through the window. He pulled the alarm clock over to himself and pressed a button, the light that backlit the clock lit up. 6:00am? \"6:00am?!\" he questioned putting the clock down before looking to Pushing who was nuzzling, squirming and hugging against him. \"Why Pushing.\" he said in an exacerbated tone that sounded like 'You betrayed me!' He removed his arm from her and grabbed onto the covers, pulling them with a strong tug as he rolled over onto his side, holding the whole of the bed covers in his hands leaving her to lay without any on her side of the bed his back to her. He couldn't help but grin at their playful interaction, it may be 6:00am, she may be the devil himself for waking him up this early, but he still loved her. \"I'm going back to sleep.\" he mumbled into the covers that he hogged in front of himself. He knew she'd have no such thing, and she'd win, she always won, but he wouldn't give in to her easily, not without a fight."
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"value": "Pushing grinned triumphantly as Into seemed to be waking up, wrapping an arm round her shoulders as his other folded behind that messy golden hair of his. Those bright blue eyes of his staring sleepily up at her as she leaned over him, hands pressed to his firm, bare chest as she took in the tired expression of the dork she had long sense fallen in love with. She figured this would be a romantic moment, the type of moment they rarely had the time or energy for. A genuine smile spread across those soft pink lips of her, her left hand lifting to tuck a few loose strands of her fiery red hair behind her ear. Slowly, she leaned in a bit closer, ready to capture his lips with her own when--\n'6:00 AM?!'\nShe blinked in surprised as he noticed the time, quirking a brow and pursing her lips. Then, in a dramatic, betrayed sense, he asked her 'why?' in such a hurt tone before he turned and rolled over. Roughly, he pulled at the blanket she had been sitting on, sending her rolling to the other side of the bed as he so childishly turned his back to her.\nTCH! What happened to the wimp she first fell in love with? Well, she wasn't about to give up so easily\nSlowly, her eyes narrowed, and a coy smirk spread across her lips. Oh, really. Aright, guess I'll let you sleep, darling. Her voice was anything but genuine. She sounded far too innocent.\nSlowly, she shifted her weight, moving as though she was about to get up alone, only to suddenly lunge at him. She latched onto him, wrapping herself around him with a vice grip. She completely ignored that fact that in wrapping her legs around his blanket-wrapped waste, her night gown slid up her waist and revealed her lacy black panties. Her arms locked his own against his sides, rendering him helpless.\nYeah, right! Think you'd get off that easily, huh?? She grinned, again feeling triumphant as she leaned in to begin attacking him with kissed, spreading them across his neck and the side of his face that she could reach."
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"value": "He felt the bed move slightly as she feigned her move to leave. Although she couldn't see his face he raised a quizzical eyebrow. 'Not like Pushing to give up so easily.' He thought before he felt her pounce, fast. Fast like a fox jumping on its prey, a terrifyingly accurate comparison. Her knees dug into the bed either side of him her night gown riding up, showing him what was underneath as he fell back onto his back in feigned shock as she pinned him to the bed. \"Pushing...\" He said aghast looking up at her with wide eyes as he gulped. What was she going to do?\n'You think you'd get off that easily!?' She proclaimed to her, frankly terrified husband. The soft feel of her lips was the next thing he felt as she layered kisses over him, blanketing him in none passionate kisses like a grandma to her grandson. \"Kush.\" He wriggled around underneath her, feigning trying to get free, if he wouldn't to get free it would be no issue for the fourth homage. \"Pushing! AGG\" he said in a playful tone as she kissed along him still. He reached his hands out, down past her hips to grand a handful of her thighs each, he then flipped them. Pushing now resides underneath Into's mostly naked figure as he looked down onto her with a slight grin.\nAll he could think about was what was going through her head right now; 'what's he going to do!', 'not now we have something to do today (with a blush of course), 'God my husband has a great figure.' All interesting possibilities for what was currently running through Pushing's mind. He smiled, charmingly. Before leaning down and kissing her forehead. Only her forehead? How cruel of him, surely his gorgeous wife deserved more than just the forehead? But that was all part of the game he was playing, a hot minute of him on top of her ended by a kiss on the forehead!? There was so many more exciting things he could do to her from on top of her.\nIn a rather dramatic manner he jumped back from on top of her landing at the foot of the bed. \"Fine, I'm up.\" He said looking at where she lay, hopefully leaving her flustered with a flutter for a heart. He reached his hands up above his head, stretching with a slight pop from few aching bones. \"Oh.\" He said climbing back on the bed. \"I almost forgot.\" He slipped up alongside her.\nOne of his hands slithered up her leg and under her night gown. When his fingertips touch her panties the felt his chakra ignite against her before he moved his hand away, leaving the seal for his Juts on her thigh, to allow him to come to her should he need to. \"You'll be needing that today.\" He said looking down at her as he sat next to where she lay. \"I may as well put it in as intimate as a place as I can get it. So no one can remove it.\" He said with a slight shrug followed by a smile down to her."
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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 favorite 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 favorite 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 earth 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 were 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 a lot from some teachers and his family's personal library, but he wanted some the 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 gallon'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 be 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 slides on his leather bracelet and his Violet tinted glassed as he smiled. His bowler flipped onto his head the men 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 little and moved towards her now she didn't have that Punch 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 is coming study. She was One few people in school above him in grades. Her and the ice queen green grass."
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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 the 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 in between 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 Men 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 is one of the only other seven students in the school who would be able to 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 familiar, 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 recognize 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 pursue."
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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 than 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 than hm in some subjects. And he did better than some in most. The Man smiled as his hand seemed to on accident stroke the small her back.\n\"I Myself am I 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 to go there. But of course, he'd 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 little more before he literally would Walk by her. And go on the way to the section of books he just mentioned. And without Permission!"
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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 anyone's 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 accidentally 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 restricted section. \"You do realize 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 this 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.\" You're very beautiful. Id love talk more. So join me in the section?... so No one gets in trouble.\""
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"value": "Saudi was sitting in her ex-boyfriend's apartment, the Saints first headquarters when they arrived in Steel port. It was where they started, and it also seemed to be where things were coming to an end. Kill bane escaped their clutches, and Saudi was livid with rage. She would normally rant openly about the Saints incompetence, but this was a special case. If the boss had gone after Kill bane, she would have been dead. To think that she of all people would get captured at the worst possible moment... It made her sick just remembering it. No one blamed her but herself, but she wished someone would. Ever since Johnny died she hadn't been the same. Actually, her personality was shifting before that, but that was the moment that really made her abandon her fun-loving persona. If only she hadn't let him fight on his own, if only she were stronger, if only she convinced him that she could pilot the plane... If only, if only.\nPart of her wanted to drink her troubles away, but she couldn't afford to be anything but sober. The boss needed her. They needed to come up with a plan, whether it was going after Kill bane or taking care of loose ends in Steel port. She had her TEN Z-10 loaded and ready to kill whoever got in her way. It wasn't as flashy as a grenade launcher, but it was reliable, a weapon she could always depend on.\n\"Boss, I'm ready for whatever you need me for. Who are we killing today? I'm really itching to put gun wounds in someone.\""
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"value": "He had been spending a lot of time in the shithole apartment in Slander, more than he had been in the penthouse or any of the other flashy safe houses The Saints had in Steel port.\nMaybe it was quieter, maybe it was because it reminded him of his first place in Still Water. Either way it was where he had spent most of his time.\nHe glanced up from the book he had been reading to kill time, tilting his sneakier feet to one side and fixing his steely blue gaze on Saudi. She had been with him from damn near the start and wile he appreciated that she had grown up and become more serious minded since then, there were times her inability to relax wore on him. This was one of those times.\nA hand ran over the short, dark goatee he wore and spoke, Saudi, do us both a favor. Go score some dope, smoke up, find some dude you like the look of, get laid and calm the fuck down. Any syndicate punks left in this city are going to be dug in deep and if we want to find them we need to be patient and let Knee work her magic.\"\nHe understood her frustration, wanting to get out there SND try to settle things but constantly being tense wasn't going to solve anything.\nHe hesitated for a moment before speaking again, \"on second thought, forget the dope. If we walk into a shoot out I'd rather you be sober.\""
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"value": "Her grip on her gun tightened, provoked by the boss's comments. She placed it down, mature enough to realize that having a loaded gun in hand while aggravated in a place with no enemies was asking for an accident to happen. Still, that didn't stop her frustrations from spilling forth,\n\"Get some dope? This isn't the fucking time to smoke up. Like I'm in the mood to fuck some stranger either. That might help you get your rocks off, but I'm different from that.\"\nA harsh sigh escaped her lips as she held her head. She knew he was just trying to help, but it seemed that anything that was said to her that didn't involve doing dirty work just angered her further. It wasn't that she didn't want to be calm. In fact, she was jealous of how at ease Pierce and the boss could be after all that's happened. But seriously, in what sort of universe could she just roll over and wait like some kind of trained bitch? On top of that, they had to sit around and wait for Kenzie of all people. Kenzie never rubbed Saudi the right way, especially when taking Kenzie's former history with the FBI into consideration. In a way, it felt like the boss was favoring Kenzie over her.\nShe wished she there was a punching bag in the loft. All of the surrounding weapons made her want to take out her anger in a very inappropriate way. She settled on grabbing the manicure set that was sitting on the table, polishing her already sparkling nails. It wasn't that she was into keeping her nails pretty, it was simply that there was very little to do when the Saints were stuck waiting around. It was more constructive than repeating the same song and dance of getting upset. Even she was getting sick of it."
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"value": "Another sigh of irritation passed from his lips and he tossed the paper back down onto the table and sat upright, swinging his feet back down to the floor. They were an odd pair to say the least, wile Saudi had only gotten more tightly wound and angry over the years he had somehow mellowed out.\n\"I get it, you're pissed off, Kill bane got away because I had to make a choice. And now we're sitting around with our collective thumbs up our asses until we hear something about them. But being all tightly wound and bitchy isn't going to help us at all\" As if on Que his phone began to chatter loudly at him from the coffee table, vibrating so Angel that it nearly fell right off the edge of the table before he snatched it up, answering in a less than polite manner, \"Yeah, what is it?\"\nHe listened intently for several moments adding only the occasional \"uh huh\" a scowl playing across his lips before finally relaying instructions into the phone, \"Alright Kenzie, get that transport ship from STAG we repainted airborne and have them pick up me and Saudi from the safe out in Slander in five then we'll head out over the bay, see what we can do about this thing.\" then just as abruptly as he had started, he ended the call.\n\"So it looks like there's a yacht sitting out in the harbor. Registered to one of the Syndicates shell companies. Want to go kill everyone on board and sink the fucker?\""
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"value": "\"Damn right I do!\" Saudi tossed the nail buffering stick on the table, happily replacing girly crap with her well-used gun, \"I'm ready when you are, boss.\"\nWithout bothering to wait for his reply, she made her way out of the apartment and onto the streets. None of the passengers gave her a second glance, used to seeing the Saints on patrol, even when they were armed. It showed just how much things changed in Steel port. Areas that were under the control of other gangs were now swimming in purple cladded members. The Saints left their mark on the cities in numerous ways, the resulting gang war leaving casualties and 'creative' changes to the surrounding architecture. It was their way of life, nothing more, nothing less.\nShe needed people to kill. It was her fucked up version of therapy. One might think she was a sociopath, finding murder calming instead of horrifying. Maybe she was, she didn't know nor care. Her priorities were herself and the Saints. If she needed to become a sociopath to protect those things, so be it. Strangely, her violence didn't seem to throw off her suitors. In fact, it seemed like that's why people wanted to bone her in the first place. She didn't have time these days to contemplate why people would go after someone who was as unstable as a thrown grenade. She'd rather kill them then fuck them. Again, it was just the way things were.\nShe waited for their ride to come, briefly looking at her reflection in the suppressor of her submachine gun. She still kept her hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was easier to engage in combat that way. Her eyes were made to standout with a touch of eyeliner and eye shadow. She didn't do it to impress anyone, rather it was a routine she had since she was a teenager that she had no reason to break. The makeup distracted from the stress in her eyes, hiding the bags underneath and drawing attention away from the red lines within her whites. Some people in her position may have wished for a relaxing life, riches without worries. Not Saudi. Action is what kept her occupied and happy. So what if her body had a few imperfections here and there? It's what kept her alive. She smirked and held her gun against her shoulder, ready to make the best of their active lifestyle."
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"value": "Outside in the mid-afternoon sun the high-pitched whine of the former STAG transport drowned out the sounds of the street as it descended. He could help but smirk at the pearlescent purple paint job that it had been given, the STAG logo now replaced with the golden Four that marked it as the Saints craft now. They had recovered more the few of STAG's old vehicles, tanks, VTOL's, transport gunships, and APC's all taken in and given new paint jobs, stowed in different places around the city in case they were ever needed.\nAnd right now they were paying off.\nFrom the pilot's seat Pierce flashed a thumbs up before the transport coasted smoothly into the air with its passengers and veered out towards the bay, staying low enough to skim the top of the water. On the horizon the ship came into view, \"Take us up and circle 'round!\" he shouted towards Price over the road of the engine before pulling a pair of binoculars from a storage locker and peering into them. Getting a closer look at it caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand straight up. Fifteen years later the very thought of setting foot on a boat made him uneasy. At least he knew he was going to be the one making this one explode, and he would be well away from it when it did.\nFrom his vantage point above the ship he could make out armed goons of some sort. They didn't look like Locavores but they were defiantly up to something. They passed over the back deck, over the pool, \"well, at least there are no assholes in my pool this time.\" he said dryly before tossing the binoculars aside.\n\"You want me take her down boss?\" Price asked from the front.\n\"Oh please\" he replied, picking up a parachute and tugging it on over, \"Where's the fun in that?\" and with those last words he threw himself from the moving craft, sailing towards the ship below with a triumphant shout before pulling the cord and sailing gently to the deck below. The parachute was discarded and a pair of KA-1 Cobra's came out from under his jacket. A wicked grin on his face, \"Alright, who's first?\""
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"value": "\"You have your orders,\" Then was saying, though she was opted to tune the man out. \"Joseph Roth 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. Then's brow rose, \"well? Understood or not?\"\n\"I understand,\" Anne 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 Joseph Roth. I'm likely to be killed.\"\nThen 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 apprehend him. Just to verify if he is alive and in the area. We cannot risk him coming after Shira again. We've just managed to rebuild what was lost.\"\nAnne 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.\" Then nodded, \"Then off with you. We should not waste time.\"\nShe turned and left the briefing room, making her way to her private quarters. Anne hadn't been with the Turks for very long, only a few months, so she wasn't happy to be sent 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 Joseph Roth, 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), key card, and cellphone. Then she left the building they'd established in Juno 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 Then that she had not sighted Joseph Roth 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 Joseph Roth 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.\"\nAnne knew she was in trouble. \"I'm not here to interfere,\" she reassured, \"I was just sent to verify whether 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 Then; he would hear what was going on and inform the president. Cloud and his friends would know, one way or another.\n\"Joseph Roth!\" She deliberately said the man's name, knowing Then would snap his attention in response. \"Even if you kill me, they will find out. You will be stopped!\"\n\"Unlikely,\" Joseph Roth responded. \"Now, die!\"\nAnne 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.\"\nAnne growled angrily 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 Joseph Roth being in this area, and he had even been in the area searching when he had gotten the phone call. Apparently Shira had lost one of their Turks in the area, and she had seen Joseph Roth 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 Shira, but the world was finally being put back together and another visit from Joseph Roth 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 gone 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 let and pulled the thing vial of one of the many potions that he carried around with him. It wouldn't heal her wounds completely, that would take some time, but it would make it so that her recovery would be assured. Instead of the sure death that there was now. He tipped the potion down her throat, the light green liquid pooling in her mouth and sliding down her throat. Vincent could tell it did her some good, her labored breathes becoming 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 Joseph Roth 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 involved 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 eyes 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! Joseph Roth! Where is he?!\""
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"value": "Vincent looked down at the woman as she began to stir from her unconscious state. It looked like she was finally starting to wake up from her wounds, faster than he figured the potion would do on its own. She must be a bit tougher than she looked. Still it was obvious that she want 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. \"Joseph Roth 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 his gaze look over the surrounding trees, making sure that there wasn't anything out there. Joseph Roth aside there were plenty of monsters in the area that could take a hurt woman like her easily. In fact, it was surprising 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 Dojo 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 Joseph Roth 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 Then 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": "It was the evening andHakuwas sitting at the bar as she often tended to. Being a VOCALOID was often very hard during the day, what with all the singing and work they had to do. However, that wasn't why the VOCALOID was drinking. No, in fact she barely had to do any of those things during the day. The other VOCALOID like In and Miku were much more popular than her and often took the spotlight. Yo wane Baku instead was left in the black with nothing to do.\nShe reached for her glass of bourbon and took a large swig again. Her face was flushed red from having drunk too much, and her breath lingered with the scent of alcohol. She couldn't help but wonder why it was she was made to be a singing program when she was programmed to be a poor singer. Maybe her creators did it as a cruel joke, or maybe they did it because they needed someone to make the other VOCALOID look better. Even the newer VOCALOID that were made after her like Lily and Honey were much more popular than her. Maybe it was because they were much cuter and brighter than Baku, who was so dull and lifeless compared to the others. Whatever the reason was, Baku was often rather morose and depressed, even when she wasn't drinking. The red eyed and fair skinned girl sighed before asking the bartender to pour her another glass. The night was still young, and she had a lot more drinking to do in order to make herself feel even a smidgen better than she usually did."
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"value": "Luka was worried. That wasn't too uncommon, especially with the person she was worried about. Not that she thought that the girl would do something stupid, but her nearly always depressed state was quite worrisome. That she had a good reason to be like that didn't make it better.\nShe entered the bar, that girl visited often. Too often, but Luka couldn't really hold her back. Sure enough, she sat there, drowning her worries as she did so often already. One could think that she got used to this sight, but that was not the case. It made her pity her, but she knew that this wouldn't help her. She pitied herself enough, anyway.\nYo wane Baku. She was like her, a VOCALOID, and yet so different. Her singing abilities were... not all that great. Luka didn't think that she was all that bad, but in the same way an amateur wasn't bad. For a VOCALOID, this was really weak. Baku probably had some potential, but Luka had to admit that wasn't sure if she could ever tap it fully. Not that she would say that into her face.\nLuka went over and took a seat beside her. She could see, and smell, that Baku already had a few too many. But she could probably tolerate a lot. After all, she has enough experience, Luka thought bitterly.\nAfter watching the girl for a few seconds, Luka broke the silence. \"Hey, are you alright?\" she asked rather rhetorical."
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"value": "Baku let out a heavy sigh and led her forehead gently thud onto the bar. She closed her eyes and listened to the soft piano music playing in the background along with the slight hustle of other bodies and voices in the bar. She didn't think much of when someone took a seat next to her. Furthermore, she just made the assumption that the person just needed a seat, and not that they were there to sit next to her and say hello. People rarely did after all, considering who she was. If she was Miku, In, Make, or Luka then guys and girls would be flaunting towards her for attention. However, poor old Baku was just forgotten and left in the dust\nWhen the person next to her did finally speak up, Baku couldn't help but blink curiously before tilting her head up to see who had greeted her. She was greeted with the familiar sight of her fellow VOCALOID Meg urine Luka. Luka was another example of a VOCALOID that was made after Baku that was much more popular than her. She couldn't blame them either though. Her voice was near heavenly, and she was incredibly beautiful as well. Her costume was also very stylish and made Baku jealous that she didn't have a flowing long skirt like that herself.\nBaku let out a simultaneous sigh of relief and disappointment before replying to the girl. Ah, Luka! Yeah I'm doing alright I suppose. As well as I ever am. Baku nodded softly before reaching for her glass again and took a small sip of the bourbon. Since Luka was watching her now though, she did her best not to literally pour the bourbon down her throat. Hakes eyes were just a little bit watery. It wasn't uncommon for her to get a little emotional at times, and having alcohol in her system didn't help her very much in that regard. She sighed again before turning her flushed face towards Luka and asking her, Luka Why do you think they made me like this? So undesirable in every way? It's not very fair to me"
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"value": "Luka wondered what Baku thought when she saw her. It was obvious that she hadn't noticed her immediately and judging from her reaction, it was hard to say whether she was glad that it was someone familiar or disappointed about that. Maybe she wished that someone else would show interest in her. Someone, who heard her and liked her singing. But it was very unlikely that this would happen.\nIt was not hard to believe that she was alright as she ever was. Of course, since she was never really alright, that was exactly the problem. To make it worse, Luka had no real idea how to make it better. But at least she could be there for her.\n\"I... I can't really say, to be honest,\" she answered. \"But you shouldn't give up. I'm sure you have a lot of potential that is just unrealized yet.\" It sounded a bit hollow, she had to admit, but there was truth to it. Or at least, she liked to believe that. \"And you aren't undesirable. You have other qualities after all.\"\nActually, Luka wasn't really sure what her other qualities were. Or even if she had other ones. After all, as Vocaloid her only purpose was singing. Everything else... well, that was probably secondary. Except maybe for appearance, in which Baku excelled quite nicely, just as much as Luka and the others. She had her own beauty, but it seemed that it isn't apparent to most people, not even to Baku herself. Except for...\nLuka caught herself staring at Baku's breasts for a short while. At least, she had one quality that was quite obvious..."
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"value": "Baku sighed again, before quickly taking the rest of her bourbon down in a single fluid motion. She slammed the glass down on the bar with a slight thud and a heavy sigh caused by the burning sensation that tickled down her throat. She signaled the bartender for another as her glazed eyes started down at the empty glass while listening to Luka. Of course, she had heard those words before from Luka previously, but she always had difficulty believing it or convincing herself otherwise.\n\"Potential... Huh? But what else am I good for? I'm made to be a singer, and my singing is terrible. The way I see it I'm already a failure then...\" Baku sighed as the bartender brought over her new drink, and she grasped the cool glass in between her hands. Her eyes were still focused on her glass as she silently thought to herself for a few moments before finally speaking up as yet another fact of life began to bother her.\n\"And on top of everything else, I'm not even cute or pretty like the rest of the VOCALOID are. No one ever looks at me and compliments me on how pretty I am or anything of the sort. While like Miku and you are always getting asked by people if they can take your photograph even when you're just walking around. I never get anything like that at all...\" Baku pouted her lips slightly, her eyes staring down at her cleavage for a few seconds. She wasn't particularly happy with her curvy body type either. She wasn't petite and cute like the rest of the VOCALOID, and she hated the fact that she was so different from the rest."
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"value": "It was always like that. Baku always put herself down and worst of all, she had reason to do so. Still, Luka thought that she should be more confident in herself. With an attitude like that, it's no wonder that she doesn't improve. Granted, it's not like she didn't try either...\nSeeing her gulping down the alcohol was a bit infuriating. Luka briefly considered taking it away from her, making her... well, not sober, it's way too late for that now, but at least preventing her to get really drunk. But Baku would probably be angry at her, if she did that, and she really couldn't use that now.\nBut what's more infuriating was, that she said something, Luka agreed and disagreed with. In all the wrong ways.\n\"That's not true, you are very beautiful,\" she replied. \"Really, much more than Miku or I could even be. All these people, they don't know the first thing, they can't or don't want to see it, but you are the most attractive one out of all of us.\"\nLuka nearly shouted the last part. She could see why she and Miku were more popular, but she couldn't understand why Baku's good looks were so lost on other people. She sighed. Furthermore, she was quite attracted to Baku, that was something she couldn't deny, and maybe that clouded her judgment a bit."
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"value": "Baku sighed as she finished off the last of the bourbon in her glass. She contemplated getting another, but wondered if Luka would say anything if she did. She hoped that maybe her friend would try and stop her from drinking any more because she was worried. That's all Baku really wanted. Just a little bit of attention from someone.\nShe let out another heavy sigh and crossed her arms on top of the bar before setting her head down for a moment, closing her eyes and contemplating her awful situation. Baku of course expected Luka to just remain silent, since everything thing she had just said was true. However instead of hearing nothing, she her Luka defending her instead. She was caught off guard incredibly and for a moment, wondered if she had simply hallucinated hearing Luka say anything. However, it wasn't long before she looked up at Luka, staring her straight in her blue eyes before retorting in a near silent voice.\n\"You... You really think that Luka...?\" The thought had never crossed her mind before that she could be beautiful as well, and especially not the most attractive of all the VOCALOID. Her face was now flushed red not only because of her alcohol consumption, but also the slightest bits of embarrassment and bashfulness."
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"value": "Wasn't Las Vegas the supposed extinction of these abominations?\nDean presumed after the nuke that such horrors would be at worse a tragic memory to those afflicted from this heinous plague that was scripted right out of some ancient biblical bullshit for lore or the thoughts of a b-horror director. Regardless, this was not how he wished to spend his vacation time. Given an invitation from a friend to check out Fortune City, how ironic that only a few hours within the enormous resort that history was repeating itself, apparently.\nLooking at the reflection from the window, he saw a fairly tall, lean-built man in his twenties with short spiky dark brown hair, amber hues filled with malevolence towards his misfortune, tan skin tone, thin eyebrows, slightly concave nose, and oblong jaw shape with a scar traced down from his lower lip to the chin. Overall a specimen until it came to tackling his fashion choice. Tattoos occupied his muscular arms, snake bite piercing rested above his chin and a customized silver skull piercing on the tongue. Clothing was recognizable with a pompous stud like himself, donning a special crimson leather jacket with silver color rhinestone embedded on the back of the jacket, designer black jeans with his initials stitched in crimson, and dress shoes to match the Spec Shades Ozzy sports but in a gold tint.\nThe young man was certainly in deep shit at the moment, granted it was convenient compared to the other people in the middle of the calamity. Rationality was barely registering through his conceited head, having his heart beat in a frenzied pace while his nerves shot up with the blood curling lullaby of screams echoing in the hallways of the Fortune City Hotel. This luxurious suite of his was now the only sanctuary Dean had to the war zone outside.\nDean Dixon was not particularly a house-hold name in the world, but to the many sexually frustrated or simply horny denizens of the adult industry; Dean was idolized as a sex god. Renowned similarly to icons like Ron Jeremy and John Holmes, it was difficult taking not to pay attention to this Adonis of a man. A controversial figure, Dean is label as a bay boy to society and has shown volatile behavior in many disputes broadcasted to the media. Although he was a malicious son of a bitch, even this love god could not be completely callous to the situation. For now, he needed to keep his cool, barricade his domain, and when things died down try to make an attempt to escape from this resort.\nNever fucking gamble for it can screw you royally"
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"value": "Kitty Kat Williams, her common name Katrina, was a dancer, a special kind of dancer, that...catered to clients with particular tastes; usually high paying men of the nerdy types. Trekkie, Video Game enthusiasts; you name it, she had probably catered to that type at one time or another. Rich types, mainly. Or nerds attending some convention of another in Fortune City. She'd made a pretty good living here, in all her years as an entertainer. Red heads tended to be a sought after type these days, giving the lean, ample breasted, supple reared, long climbed woman plenty of clients.\nWho knew what the fuck was going to happen here. Shit, just when she had been planning to get out of this lifestyle. Figures the world would go to shit. She'd fought her way from the Arena when the infected had broken out of the confines that blasted show, Terror is Reality, had them in. They should have known it was only a matter of time before those creatures managed to get out, but fuck if they had pretended ignorance. The hotel she assumed was her best bet, at least for a place to board up until the cavalry came stampeding in.\nShe pulled the slide back, loading the chamber of her .45 pistol, before letting loose the contents of her clip into the heads and torsos of the infected blocking her way to the Hotel entrance; several fell, blood oozing from piercing holes, pieces of heads missing, eyes shot out. Really, it was a disgusting sight, but what choice did she have. She grunted, slamming her boot against the chest of one of them, kicking it out of her way as she busted in through the doors, slamming them shut behind her. She gathered what she could have the furniture and barricaded the door the best she could, before making her way to the desk.\nHer green eyes looked over the security monitors, before she took the intercom mike and used it to the page the hotel in its entirety. \"I heard from a group of survivors holding up underneath the Mall, the Military is arriving in 72 hours. Best bet, stay put.\" She slammed another clip into her pistol and made her way to the stairs as she pulled the slide back to load the chamber. Higher was probably better, the fucking things couldn't fly or scale walls;that she could actually be thankful for."
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"value": "Echoes of gunshots lingered throughout the hallway, definitely a preferred sound to the inhumane responses coming the living dead as they dissect and fed on anyone that entered their cross-hairs. Too absorbed to even conceive the thought of the misery of others in this gruesome scenario, Dean would not necessarily glue himself to the window of his suite. Fearing the repercussions for revealing his presence, it would simply be intelligent to stay hidden for the meanwhile to let the majority of the chaos dissipate.\nWish I had myself a fine-ass chick to fuck right about now\nLudicrous was the perfect word to describe the thought process of this pretty boy. Despite all the shit occurring the notion to get his dick wet seem retarded when survival logically would be fueling his actions. Drawing out a switchblade the porn star kept in handy in case of physical confrontations got too violent, he eyed the blade as it sprung out, pondering if going outside they would be a good idea. Reluctant to leave his little haven for now, Dean would quietly break off a table leg that served no true purpose for his barricade. Realizing he needed a better weapon to face these monsters, he did something rather primitive but effective as he slowly fashions himself a stake or mini-spear, perhaps. Surprisingly this distracted him from the gunshots, figuring if required he would kill the person to retrieve the weapon to get something with a little more kick."
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"value": "Kat was getting low on clips of ammunition for her .45 pistol. Well, time to start searching the rooms...she thought with a sigh as a .45 caliber round found purchase between the inhuman eyes of a stumbling infected as it lumbered down the hall toward her. There were room service carts strewn about carelessly, as if the bell boys and maids had long abandoned them in hopes of finding a way out from where these hell born creatures were feasting. Unlikely. All of Fortune city seemed to have been hit. They were everywhere. Another round found itself slamming hard into the cheekbone of another stumbling infected, the thing groaning as the bullet shot around in its head. It fell, and she dropped out the empty clip, reloading her pistol with a new one, pulling the slide back to load the chamber. There didn't seem to be any others wandering this floor's hall. Finally, a small break.\nShe wasn't about to let herself go lax in defense though, chewing the gum she'd placed in her mouth as she came up the stairs. Idly, she popped a bubble, then found the nearest door to her. Holding the pistol by her face, she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. \"If anyone is inside, don't shoot, I'm not infected,\" she called in warning, before opening the door, not realizing that she was moving into the hotel room adjoining Dean's. Once inside, once she was sure it was empty of infected and people, she began scrounging about the drawers and other pieces of overturned furniture for any ammunition or supplies she could use."
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"value": "Infatuated with his primitive commission towards a weapon convenient towards survival in this gambling wonderland, remnants of Kat voice were traced. A composed mindset was significant, watching from a safe location the consequences of letting emotions overwhelm one self in midst of chaos. Zombies were enveloping the majority of Fortune City with haste. The weapon was near completion now. This definitely placed a smile on the face of the selfish star as Dean eavesdropped on what Kat had to say. Closing in to the barricade, he yelled to test the waters as he swore the voice came from a woman.\n\" If you are not some looters follow my voice. Be forewarned, this area is currently blocked for the sake of security. Now try not to shoot the place to death, you only attract them here.\"\nDean never sugarcoated anything, knowing the uninhabited resort now lacked the humans that used to populate the region. Now Darwinism was going to be applied, obviously a byproduct of how he viewed people in the first place. The gun meant she had an advantage, granted without a safe room to enter she was a sitting duck. For now the porn star would wait with the improvised weapon wrapped around his taut fingers."
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"value": "Kat swept up any supplies she found in the room before the man's voice came to her ears; he wasn't too far away, from the sounds of it. He sounded harmless enough, but as she came to learn in Fortune City was that some of the survivors were nearly as bad as the infected shambling about for human flesh. She pocketed the rounds she found and placed a menthol cigarette between her lips, lighting it with the lighter she always carried on her person. The cool inhale of the stick's smoke helped relieve her tension. She blew out the smoke and holding the gun close to her, began to head in the direction of the harmless enough voice;remember, Kat, things aren't always what they appear - don't assume anything.\nOn edge, steps light and angled toward the heels of her feet in case of a quick need to turn and bolt in the other direction. The crazy survivors were always more complicated and harder to take down than the damn zombies. Though fuck it all if Zombie wasn't hard enough to find. If they didn't kill you when they ate at you, there was a chance you'd become like them; long as you had your brain, you were a functional flesh hungry zombie.\nShe came to the barricade and narrowed her eyes, stalling a few feet back from it. \"Hello?\" Her voice cut through the air in a hushed, yet harsh whisper. \"You still alive back here, bud?\" The gun was held close, though not up threateningly. No need to have the man think she was a threat to him."
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"value": "Algal was a strange girl not from the planet Earth, no she was from Asgard the realm of the gods or so was what Loki thought. Anyway Areas twin Raya had just crashed to earth after taking sides with Loki, and now she hides among the humans. Algal had just taken her leave letting Odin know what had happened, and now she had been sent to Earth to deal with the problem. Soon there was another light streaking through the sky right past Stark tower. Sir I think you should know two life forms have just crashed to earth three hours apart from each other. I think it would be wise to check it out. Jarvis spoke to Tony.\nAlgal shook herself of dust and made her way down an alley way into darkness, she was now in human form with long blond hair, dark brown eyes. She was about 55 and weighed 110lbs. Under her disguise however she had long silvery hair and almost black eyes yet the same build of body. Days soon went by and he wouldn't be able to track the life forms that Jarvis had picked up, but now Tony had a conference to go to. Unaware of who she was sitting across from Algal was busy working on suit plans on her laptop her eyes moving over the screen as her fingers typed away.\nShe was working on ways of destroying weapons without bringing harm to your enemies or yourselves as well as some armored suits. Other people soon left the room, yet she kept on working her earpiece hidden under her hair. She seems busy. Rhodes said as he nodded to Tony before he smirked and walked out the door leaving them alone. Algal hardly seemed to notice that Tony was there, her mind was really in her designs, which were set up in the Asgardian language."
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"value": "\"Keep me posted on their whereabouts. Snapshots whenever you can.\" Tony simply instructed Jarvis after a week of searching and tracing the rare elements contained in these 'life forms' skin. With deadlines approaching, he had other worries and so Jarvis was to monitor other activities. After his various encounters with the supernatural, he would not tread lightly. The Iron Man suit was kept by his side at all times in the shape of a briefcase that would only open by voice recognition to only three people in the world: Pepper, Rhodes, and of course, Tony.\nThe latest conference was a success, and Tony celebrated with an ice-cold alcoholic beverage, receiving a skeptical glance from Rhodes. He then had tried to distract him by pointing out the cute blonde sitting across from them, to which he replied, \"Of course she's busy, I only hire the best.\" And after Rhodes left, smiling to himself, he opened his laptop and straightened his collar, picking the white lint from his dark blue suit. He typed a few keys and hacked into her computer, sending her an IM that popped up on her screen, 'Hi. Do you work for me? I find it hard to believe that I would forget the name of a cute woman.' His eyes glanced over the top of his screen to see her amused expression as she finally paused from her work after typing the entire presentation during the conference to see the pop-up."
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"value": "She simply hit a button on her laptop bringing her files to a close, she knew not to bother trying to hide it since he was a genius. Mr. Stark I presume? No, I do not work for you. She said raising an eyebrow as she shifted in her seat. A smile came to her lips slightly though, and she moved her eyes watching him up and down before she shut her laptop. I work for myself actually, very interesting presentation you did, I have to admit, for Iron Man your rather small. She said a smirk coming to her own lips. I had a feeling you couldn't control yourself, going after every woman you see. She laughed gently.\nNo I guess I shoulder introduce myself. My name is Algal Johnson, I am here to learn from the World's best scientists. She muttered. Algal put her laptop down as she stood up and made her way towards Tony and sat down on the arm of his chair as she scanned over his laptop. I already knew you were going to hack me, made it easy for you. Anyway, is there something I can help you with Mr. Stark? She asked as she pressed a key on his laptop and suddenly her files appeared and she laughed. Remember when you hack someone you leave a trail. She said softly close to his ear.\nShe then crossed her arms and leaned back against the back of his chair. Take a look then, no use hiding my files from yeah. She said her Accent seemed to be a light European one. He wouldn't be able to get translations for the language though, but he would see strange devices and a suit appear on his screen. I am here to stop war, make weapons useless. She said as she stood up and grabbed her bag and laptop putting her device in the bag. Here's my number. She said tucking her card into his shirt pocket as she stood and headed out the door and closing it behind her."
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"value": "Tony tried hard not to be impressed, and tried harder not to show it on his face as she answered his questions and shared with him that she knew of his weakness towards attractive women which is how she was able to gain his full attention. Though he always had a thing for the smart ones...and Algal Johnson appeared to him as no dummy. When his screen had been invaded by her files, his jaw slacked at the unknown languages and advanced formulas along with complicated perspectives of his Iron Man suit. She must have seen him stunned speechless as he tried to navigate through her files blindly since he could not translate this foreign language, because she gave him her number and strutted out of the room with her head held high.\nThe cushioned chair he had been sitting in spun rapidly as Tony jumped up and followed her down the end of the hallway before grabbing and holding the knob so she could not turn it. He cornered her against the door, their faces only an inch apart from each other as he whispered, \"Where did you say you were from, Algal?\""
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"value": "Algal smiled as she noticed his shocked look, but she was already out the door heading down the hall. She suddenly went wide-eyed when Tony ran past her then held the door knob so she couldn't get away. She leaned back against the door as he got close towards her, and she felt his breath on her face when he spoke. I didn't tell you where I was from. She said back in a low whisper as her hands clenched at her side and she let out a soft sigh. I am from Asgard, same place as Thor but no relation or relationship to that jock. She muttered. She let out a sigh and grabbed Tony by his tie and pulled him into a spare room and shut the door behind them. I actually as not searching you out but when I saw you here I tried to keep my distance. I don't want humans involved in my mission Tony Stark. Algal said as she let go of his tie. Since you're an Avenger I will say this to you. My sister and Loki have joined forces and I have come to Earth to stop them before they take down your planet the move onto Asgard. That suit you saw in those files, it's an organic metal from Asgard, I am able to control it at will. She said and narrowed her eyes as she sat against a table and bit her bottom lip.\nWe crashed to earth a while ago, I noted that Jarvis has been tracking me or trying to, but I scrambled my signal. What you were tracking was my suit. She said as she adjusted her shirt. I am here to deal with my sister than I shall be off your planet. I am already aware that Thor knows I am here as well as my sister and Loki. Odin has told Thor that Loki and Zeal have joined forces. She said and ran her hand through her hair feeling her heart rate starting to take up. Is there anything else you want to ask me, anything else you want to know? Algal said softly as she adjusted herself. She felt a slight shiver go down her spine, she had never been this close to such a handsome man in a long time. I steal cant believe the famous Tony Stark has taken an interest in what I am up to. Let me put this straight, I am tired of war and death, I want to end it and bring peace. She said and crossed her arms over her chest staring over his handsome frame."
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"value": "\"UNF!\" Tony grunted when she yanked him into another room by his tie, and took a small step back, body angled away so she couldn't try that again. But he found himself leaning toward her voice the longer she spoke, very interested in her good intentions to end all war. Loki was back? Ever since the Asgardians found a way to arrive at Earth, more and more keep showing up...\" There is no such thing as peace. As long as someone carries a big stick, someone carries a bigger one.\" His eyes had stared down at her smaller figure, almost directly into her shirt until her arms folded over her chest. He had to purse his lips to stop himself from running his tongue over them.\n\"Why are YOU here? Why not Thor?\" Tony stood straight after realizing he was craning his neck too unprofessionally. \"And what is your purpose for the organic metal?\""
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"value": "She couldn't help but smile as he stared down her shirt and she slowly uncrossed her arms. See something you like Mr. Stark? She asked and smirked. Loki is here because my twin is here on earth. She has come to try and take over earth maybe even destroy it. I am here to stop her and take her and Loki back to Asgard or destroy them. Kara was the first thing Jarvis picked up crashing to earth, I was the second. Loki came through other means, he is after my sister and well I just can't let him use her powers or this planet will no longer be able to sustain life. Algal said as she looked up at him her eyes scanning over his body.\nThe metal is sort of fused to me a symbiotic relationship in a way, yet it takes nothing from me other than stay living from body heat. She said and then cocked her head to the side. It protects me from most attacks, keeps me alive if I am gravely injured, and it is able to strengthen my powers. I want to use this metal to take out my sister and Loki, Tony. I want to protect this planet, Thor is busy off planet elsewhere, Odin won't even tell me where it is. Are you going to let me do my job or are you going to be following me around like a horny rabbit? She said.\nI know you have a great mind and you're a billionaire, but even someone like you cannot stop my sister and Loki. It takes a monster like me to stop monsters like you. And yes I said monster, we are not gods. She said and shut her eyes. Soon Tony would see Algal change, and she stood with the same flesh color, but her hair was long and white and when she opened her eyes they were very dark brown and seemed to have a sad glint in them. You want to see the metal? She said and soon her body was covered in a pale silvery metal and a suit formed over her from head to toe, it was like that of his Iron Man yet it was more slender."
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"value": "Gaarapursed his lips as he waited in the pathway that split the high cliffs around Sunagakure. The envoy would be arriving any moment now...\nSunagakure had weathered quite a lot in the past years. Katsuki had made no secret their desires to capture the Jinchuriki of the world, and had already made an attempt on his life. Gadara had only recently attacked him... and things might have gone quite a bit differently if Kanpur and Temary had not been there to help him in his moment of need. A bomb had nearly killed the people of Sunagakure, and GAAR would have expended himself against Gadara's threat. Kanpur and Temary had driven Gadara off seconds before Gadara had been able to capture him.\nIt had driven home just how much of a threat Katsuki was, defeating one of the five Age with only one of their members. As Konohagakure had already known the sting of the Katsuki, it had only made sense to ally their villages. Tsunami had been skeptical at first, but an accord was reached... with an unexpected consequence.\nThe elders of Sunagakure and Konohagakure had insisted on some manner of insurance againsto né another. And what they had come up with... was less than appealing to those involved.\nArranged marriages.\nA member of one of Sonoma's major clans marrying into Sun... as well as a member of Sun's ruling class marrying into Sonoma. Temary had been volunteered, however reluctantly, into the NARA clan... and in turn.\nSand flitted up into the air on a wave of chakra, covering GAAR's eyes from the sun as he looked out into the distance. The envoy was making it's way closer. Ferrying the bride that had been chosen for GAAR -- Piñata of the Hyung clan."
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"value": "Piñata Hyuugastared out at the desert before her. A small frown on her lips as they traveled closer and closer to her destiny as Nevi would call it. She was heading to her new home of Sunagakure. It was the polar opposite of Sonoma. She could not help the nerves that began to form on her way there. All she had to go on about her soon-to-be husband were that he was the Average and everything people said after the chain exams years earlier. Piñata had never seen him fight personally, but she had heard of how he used to be, and she truly hoped Naruto was right.\nUpon discovering that she would be married to GAAR she felt the need to finally confess her feelings to Naruto. He had only arrived back in the village a month earlier. She could not go and get married until she knew whether she would have stood a chance with him. Once he confessed she learned Naruto did not feel the same and Piñata could except that. After thinking about it more he was more like a brother than a lover. After that she confessed she would be marrying GAAR due to an alliance between the villages. It was supposed to strengthen the bonds between the two. Naruto assured Piñata that GAAR was a good guy that was misunderstood, similar to how Naruto used to be, but they turned out differently.\nPiñata believed what Naruto said, and she could only hope that his words rang true. Hopefully it could grow to be more than an arranged marriage between two strangers.\nAt the moment she only had two people arriving with her. She refused to use a carriage for she was a ninja, and it was not that long of travel. It took longer by carriage. Her things would be arriving in the next day. The only two with her was Nevi and Lenten. Her father and few other members of Sonoma would be arriving in time for the wedding.\nSoon Piñata and her companions arrived at the large pathway leading into Sunagakure. Piñata took a deep breath and began walking inside. Seeing GAAR was close by.'time to meet my husband'Piñata took a deep breath and stepped forward."
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"value": "GAAR was alone at the edge of the village except for the familiar specter of his brother, Kanpur. Dressed all in black but for the colorful splash of face paint, he was a sober figure, standing just behind GAAR's right shoulder. It felt... odd that Temary was not there, but it had been a sacrifice that had been made of the good of the village. Besides, they had all known it was coming -- Hikaru and Temary had been more or less an item since shortly after their Chain exams. That had been an easy change. But between himself and Piñata...\nKanpur saw the group before GAAR did, unfocused as the Average's eyes were, and he murmured to himself. \"Small crowd.\"\n\"Ours was no larger for Temary,\" GAAR said, blue-green eyes refocusing. They saw familiar faces -- Nevi Hyung and Lenten, fellow members of the Sonoma Twelve. Elevenhe corrected himself -- Leisure's departure was still a sore point for him as well, a member of the failed retrieval operation.\nKanpur snorted. \"Only because she's stubborn.\"\nGAAR's lips twitched, almost into a smile.\nHe stood his ground until the three of them arrived, standing not far from where GAAR and his brother stood.\n\"Good afternoon,\" GAAR said, his voice deep, resonant, and quiet. Powerful but subdued, not unlike the man himself. \"On behalf of Sunagakure, I welcome you. I trust your journey was pleasant,\" he said. His eyes flitted from the serious Nevi and Lenten to... He kept the surprise from registering on his face.\nShe was lovely in a soft, hardly quantifiable way. Her eyes were odd by some standards, but his were no less so. They added to her gentle look, her body wrought of gentle curves that drew the eye naturally -- his eye, at least, though he kept it from traversing too far and too overtly. \"If you will accompany me, I will show you to your accommodations. Preparations for the wedding proceed smoothly,\" he said, turning, hardly gesturing for them to follow as he departed into the heart of the village."
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"value": "Piñata had not wanted to deal with her father during the travels his was of treating her was never pleasant, and she did not want to hear him on the way. Nevi was similar in his cold manner at times, but he did not speak when it was unnecessary, and she liked that about him. He was actually a bit more comforting than she had expected him to be. It was a nice change of scenery.\nThe rest of the group arriving for the wedding would be arriving later tonight or in the morning. She had arrived a day earlier than scheduled. Before finally stepping up to GAAR she ran her fingers through her hair. Nevi patted her on the shoulder. \"Relax Piñata. It will be fine.\" Nevi stated simply. Piñata looked over at him with a nervous look, but she nodded after a moment and continued forward. She had barely said anything during her travel to Sun.\nUpon arriving she looked at GAAR with a soft look on her face, and thankfully she was able to keep herself from fainting or freaking out in any way. It was part of the reason she only brought Nevi and by default Lenten. She had not wanted to embarrass herself in front of others. \"Y-Yes it was pleasant, Thank you.\" She said politely, her tone soft but not nearly as quiet as it usually was. While she had not met GAAR personally she had seen him around Sonoma from time to time so she knew what he looked like but his bright red hair and greenish blue eyes were nice from so close.\nPiñata nodded as he spoke and she and her two companions began to follow behind him. Though she suddenly turned her head behind her and sighed softly. \"Naruto alert.\" She mumbled. Naruto had insisted on coming along but had been ordered to stay with the rest of the group. Of course, he would somehow do as he wished. Not that she minded.\nSure enough Naruto arrived next to Piñata and grinned. Piñata smiled a little before turning and following GAAR once more."
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"value": "\"I'm glad. I know how strange it is to go from one land to another,\" GAAR said. He had been a frequent visitor to Sonoma since the Chain exams, changing the perception of him both at home and abroad. From the self-involved murderer had emerged a kind and merciful man. \"I hope that you will like Sunagakure. I know it is...\" he paused a moment. \"... barren, compared to Sonoma. But the people here are good and strong,\" he said.\nKanpur took up the rear of the group -- and he was none-too-surprised when a figure in bright orange and black showed up out of nowhere, dropping into the street.\n\"Naruto,\" GAAR breathed when the spiky-haired ninja suddenly appeared. He smiled faintly -- his first and closest friend. He said no more as he led the rest of the entourage up and into the Average's mansion. It was a great edifice of sandstone, warm colors and round slopes. Kanpur took the rest of them (Naruto, Nevi, Lenten) off into the guest rooms, leaving Piñata alone with GAAR.\nHe cleared his throat, leveling his eyes on her. \"Until our marriage, you will be staying in quarters just off of my own. Afterward--\" Well, it was obvious. There were things expected of them following the taking of their vows. Political or no, their marriage was hoped to be a happy one."
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"value": "\"It is a bit strange, but I am s-sure with time I will grow accustomed this land.\" Hinata said softly. It was a huge difference from the land she had once known. She had always enjoyed Sonoma, and it's more lush landscape. Piñata loved flowers and things of the such, but she knew this was her knew home, and she would eventually become accustomed to where she would be living from now on. \"It does seem like a nice place to live, it will just take some getting used to.\" Piñata said, thankfully keeping the stutter out of her tone. She was surprised by that but she was happy. It was not a habit she liked.\nNaruto nodded his head slightly. \"GAAR.\" He said with a huge grin plastered on his face.\nWhen Piñata found herself along with GAAR she was surprised but waved to the others as they headed down the hall toward their own rooms. She turned her head to GAAR and smiled a bit as he spoke. She understood what was expected of them. \"Ah, I see.\" She said nodding her head ever so slightly. Everything that was happening made her nervous, but she knew she would have to get over it.\nPiñata truly hoped their marriage would be a happy one and one day filled with love or at least tolerance of one another. Piñata walked next to him her hands behind her back. Piñata wanted to get to know her future husband, but she was a bit too quiet for her own good at times. So she remained silent for now."
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"value": "Long, slender fingers finished folding up the small, white piece of paper and guided it to the pocket on the front of the dress. Small hands started brushing off some of the dust off the leather black dress. Hazel eyes trailed from her dress up the large building in front of her. The building didn't look like much. It really didn't. It was hidden pretty well in the world, and the woman wouldn't have been there had her sugar not poked and prodded her to go. Her busy hands moved back to her hair, making sure things were straight before she even entered.\nDr. Arleen Quintet better known as Harley Quinn let a sigh escape her deep red lips as her eyes glanced over the building once more. She was dressed in a form fitting leather black dress. Her blonde hair was tied up in two ponytails, one to each side. Her pale face perfectly exemplified her deep red lipstick. To finish off the outfit where knee-high black leather boots with decent sized heels. It was one thing to walk in them, it was another to fight. Of course, her Joker had sent her here to maybe help her fight the Batman a little bit better. She understood though, defeat after defeat could weigh heavy on one's psyche. Even a psyche that was so manic could be affected. That was why she was here. The flyer hadn't said much beyond the fact that it was a \"Fitness Club.\"\nHeels clicked on the pavement as she entered the facility. The front desk was unmanned and Harley let out an annoyed sound. \"Hello?\" She called out. He voices filled with dissatisfaction. It was pretty clear that she didn't want to be there. She stepped slowly, just investigating the place. She was very careful. Her fingers around the heavy, oversized wooden mallet that she had brought with her. If anything, Harley thought, this place would at least allow for her to get a little bit stronger.\n\"Is anyone home?\"\nHer voice called out again. When no one showed themselves, she stomped her foot out of annoyance, a pout forming on her lips. Shaking her head, she turned and got ready to walk out the door she had come"
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"value": "The Aphrodite Club once one had gotten inside, would look like any other gym. It had an open spacious venue the building. From the looks of it was unmanned yes, and yet, there was the strange feeling she was being watched the moment she entered the building. Then, slowly appearing before her a woman, tall fit, and blond haired, wearing a jogging suit from the looks of it. Her toned figure, had just enough to it leaving her more beautiful than one might imagine.\n\"Ahh, so you got the Elite Membership card it seems.\" The woman comes out from behind the counter and looks at Harley Quinn, and circles her. \"I hope you don't plan to bring that mallet onto the exercise floor...\" She spoke in a gentle tone, and would move with such fluidity, that even Harley would have trouble not watching her closely. Soon with a snap of her fingers, Harley would have found her changed, from what she had worn upon entering, to what the owner of this place felt would be more fitting for her to wear at a fitness club.\nThe mallet would also vanish, it seems that the woman was not fond of people bringing weapons into a club like this. \"Now then, I am Miss Aphrodite, and I do hope you have come to do some sweating?\" Aphrodite spoke calmly, and gently reached a hand out placing it along the center of Harley's torso. Then, she glides a hand in circles till she had a feel, \"It seems I have just the work-out for you, should you still want to participate?\" The blond fit woman said calmly."
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"value": "The voice caused Harley to stop in her tracks. Turning slowly, the blonde woman before her was absolutely breathtaking. She was into men, for sure, but for some reason, she just could not take her eyes off of the one before her. It was almost like she had a spell over her or something. Her fingers tightened around the mallet for just a second, but just the woman's voice had put her at ease. It was almost like she was a siren or something. She felt herself being drawn into her soft, soothing voice. The way she walked, was almost as though she was gliding through the air. When she snapped, a cold breeze hit her before she looked down and even noticed she had changed into something else. Harley didn't even care, she was too focused on what was in front, her circling around her.\nIn truth, Harley didn't even notice the mallet was gone. When she introduced herself, Harley had no words. When she touched her, Harley shivered. When she asked if she wanted to participate, Harley's brain started to scream. This was a workout club? She thought Joker had sent her to something of a training grounds? Maybe hone her skills! Not to sweat or workout on a fucking treadmill! Still, as her mouth opened to protest and to speak up, she found her head was just nodding at the woman in front of her. Shit! What was that! She wanted to leave, not stay!\nLooking down, she found herself in white short shorts, a sports bra, and a pair of bleached white tennis shoes. White was certainly not her color, and she figured she must have looked ridiculous in the get-up. After all, she was a murderer, not some preppy whore. Still, she waited for her new physical trainer to show her the workout room. As much as she didn't want to go, as much as her brain protested. There she was."
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"value": "Miss Aphrodite walked, and the girl followed. It was clear this place dulled the mind, made one much more submissive. Either, this woman herself was to be the source of this, or this place was a mirage or a dream, either way. The woman walked, and lead Harley to a pair of exercise bikes. They were the latest model, with that 3D monitor on the handle bars that lets you view yourself biking around the world by clicking on the touch screen. It didn't look suspicious in the least, very normal for a Fitness Club like this.\nAphrodite would motion towards the equipment and clears her throat. \"Harley was it, please have a seat...\" She spoke, her tone was pleasant, yet when she said something it almost hit one in the core as being a demand. The girl looked more fit for this place now, Aphrodite thought, save of course the clown make up, but nothing a good bit of 'exercise'. Calmly she stood waiting for the girl to mount the bike, the clothes would be fitting tightly on her, she was not the curviest woman Aphrodite had in her place, but the clothes seemed to fit just a little too perfectly."
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"value": "The deranged clown princess followed Miss Aphrodite without much debate or argument. When she saw the exercise bikes, her eyes glazed over a bit. They were nice bikes sure, but Harley was fit enough as is. She certainly didn't need to work out any, and she certainly had no intention of staying. That being said, however, when Aphrodite asked her to take a seat, Harley soon found herself plopped firmly into the chart. Instinctively putting her feet up on the pedals, and putting her hands on the bars, Harley took a moment to pick a scenario on the 3-D monitor before she began pedaling away.\nThe clothes she was wearing would start to ride up on her body, but Harley never once stopped to fix them or stop. Miss Aphrodite wanted her to use the bike, and use the bike she would. Whatever her new acquaintance wanted, he knew acquaintance would get it seemed. \"It's getting a little hot, could I maybe have some water?\" Harley said, makeup running down her face from the sweat that she was working up. Would this really help her beat Batman?"
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"value": "The moment that Harley was working up a good sweat. She smiles, the door would soon chime, and she would take a look at a monitor in the room. On the wall, upon looking at the security feed she saw a new client making her way into the gym. A Chinese woman from the looks of it. Miss Aphrodite would look back at Harley and smile. \"Keep biking... and do not stop, till I return.\" She said sternly in warning. She pressed a button on the bike before leaving and suddenly as Harley peddled on the bike it would send a vibration up against the clown woman's Connie beneath her work out shorts, with the sweat ridding up the shorts, it was clearly going to affect Harley.\nMiss Aphrodite made her way back from helping Harley to meet the newcomer, and would smile towards the woman, she looked like she enjoyed a work-out. \"Well hello Miss... you must be here about our new work-out program.\" She smiled at her, the way the woman looked really quite interested Miss Aphrodite."
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"value": "The clown princess continued to push the pedals harder and harder, and when Miss Aphrodite disappeared, she frowned. While the feeling of something was still heavy on her mind, now that her new trainer had walked away, Harley's mind began to clear up a bit. That was, of course, before the button was pressed. When the little vibration went off, Harley nearly stopped pedaling the bike right then and there. Looking down, for a moment, Harley tried to find the source. It was in such a peculiar spot, and Harley almost felt as though it was intentional. The more she pedaled, the more vibrations she would receive. Holding back moans of pleasure, Harley started to pedal a little bit slower, just waiting for her chance to get off the bike. Still, she continued to pedal, even if her brain didn't want to.\nChen Lithe woman said inquisitively for the newcomer. Her eyes had been scanning the little place. It didn't look too out of the ordinary, but you could never tell nowadays. \"And you are?\" She said, taking a step back for just a second. At this point, it was pretty hard for Chen Li to trust anyone, let alone someone that she had just met."
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"value": "\"You may call me Miss Aphrodite, this is my place you see...\" She gave the woman a look over, observing what she was wearing. While Harley was busy, she took the time to enjoy the look of this latest entry she looked like she was used to working out and getting a good sweat. \"I welcome you to Aphrodite Fitness, the best place to be if you're looking to relax and exercise. The blond woman would flash a pretty smile at the Blue IPA dressed Chinese woman with the nicely built and powerful looking legs. \"You have, impressive legs.\" The woman said slowly walking in close, and placing a hand out and holding out some work out clothes that hadn't been in her hands before, \"Please if you would like to exercise how bout a change of clothes... follow me to the Locker Rooms.\" Passing the bike room she made sure to peek in to see if Harley was still biking before she continued leading the woman to the locker room."
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"value": "The world had changed, in so few years as to surprise many. From modern civilization, death and destruction had come at the hands of Ray go Kirstin and the REV OCS Corporation, utilizing an alien organism known as Life Fibers to launch an attempt at global domination which would eventually culminate in the transformation of the Earth itself into a massive Lie Fiber organism. A plan that almost would have succeeded were it not for the brave efforts of the resistance group known as Nudist Beach, Yukon Mat oi, and Katsuki Kirstin, as well as her followers. Rag yo was defeated, and the world saved. But now that that had been done, it was time to put the pieces back together, a process that would neither be easy, nor quick.\nAt the moment, business had taken Katsuki as well as those who tended to accompany her about, the Elite Four as well as Miking. Yukon and Telugu had headed off to make sure that all the Life Fibers were actually gone and REV OCS had been firmly dismantled, so they were busy, and everyone else was busy as well, though with their own things to do. At the moment the current location was New York City, the site of the former United Nations, for a world meeting to determine what to do now that the war was over.\nIronically for such a momentous event, many of the delegates present were young adults or teenagers. That could be attributed to the fact that they were most resistant to life Fibers and had survived better, and the fact that once the war was over, resistance groups had gone on to reconstitute the governments, and it would not take a genius to guess who were involved in most of those groups. So while there were older people, the demographic was remarkably skewed.\nA meeting has recently concluded, and now was the time for the group to take stock, Soros providing his usual tea while others relaxed in the high level apartment suite that had been provided for the duration of the conference. It was almost a throwback to Ruinous Academy before the war, if one ignored how everyone had changed in the meanwhile, and the lack of Roku Uniforms.\n\"I'd say that went well,\" Anagram commented, relaxing as he glanced over at those present. Making the opening statements was hard, but Katsuki had impressed as always. Now they just had to hammer out the details of the new world, if they were to restore the nations, try to make one unified system, that sort of thing. To be honest it wasn't his area of expertise, but if anyone could manage it, it would be her. That said though, he waited to see what her own opinion would be. Doubtlessly it would prove insightful as always."
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"value": "It wasn't very surprising that she had been asked to represent Japan, and it's state of affairs when it came to both rebuilding and the new world order. Even though she was the daughter to the very woman who attempted to sacrifice everyone on the planet to the alien parasitic life fibers and had been seen as nothing but a Tyrant when she pretended to obey that woman, people knew the truth. People still looked up to her. She wasn't really sure how she felt about that. She had been content to go back to being just a regular citizen and had no desire to attempt to run a nation. Maybe that was why people wanted her to lead. Or perhaps they trusted her the most with what was to come. Now that Rag yo was gone, there was an absence in power that made an uncomfortable ripple throughout the entire nation.\nThat was why she was here. The others seemed to understand too, that they could not have a sovereignty or ever allow a company like REV OCS to exist again. They were all on the younger side, yes...but there seemed to be a mutual agreement between them all that rules needed to be put in place. Things that were once allowed to happen before had to be outlawed to prevent entire city's from falling over foolish squabbles over power. The kind of things that she once had to do to convince Rag yo of her loyalty were things of the past and could never be done again. War was...the last thing a recovering world needed. They all needed time to pick up the pieces and establish some sense of trust between each other.\n\"Yes. I'm impressed with the representatives that were present at the meeting. I wasn't sure what to expect, but they all seemed wise and mature enough to see the bigger picture.\" Katsuki finally answered after she had taken a sip of that delicious tea that reminded her of the good times of her childhood...the fond memories of the past that she didn't want to get lost in all the madness that had ensued because of the woman who had conceived her. It was a comfort, really... Soroi always made her tea perfect.\n\"I'd say that you were the most mature and wise out of them all, Lady Katsuki. They should all look to you for advice.\" Noon casually replied as she leaned back in her chair lazily. She only came to make sure that Katsuki was safe.diplomatic events such as these were uninteresting to her. Not to mention, she was never too good at civil talk.\n\"No. We must all be equal in this delicate state of affairs. No one country should be superior to the others. The reason for this conference is so that our relations with the other countries remain in good standing.and so we can all come to a mutual understanding.\" Katsuki couldn't deal with this the way she dealt with Honor Academy...she had to stand on equal ground with the others in order to gain their trust."
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"value": "Off to the side sat Lori, tapping away on his laptop as one might expect, and fully enjoying the resumption of the data network now that things were back in order. Of course, hacking and the like were unviable even if there had been anyone to do it to, and instead he merely contented himself with typing away on the keyboard, gathering and accessing the information they had to provide assistance to Katsuki in the negotiations. So, what he usually did anyway.\nHe reached up, shifting his glasses as he added his own comment. \"The video footage that we recorded and distributed of the final battle with Rag yo has been very effective in swaying public opinion, as well as the testimonials of Yukon, Miking, and Mankanshoku.\" That last one had been begrudging, since she'd practically forced her way into the whole affair. But it seemed to have worked out, with her being just as persuasive there as in real life. And all those elements combined had done a good job of showing what happened in the final days of the war against Revolt, and who was responsible for ending it, which only helped here.\nNot officially part of the group but still there nonetheless, Arturo was still busy enjoying the fruits of his labor as a naked Nudist (now that he didn't have to pretend to be a teacher anymore). And as usual, he didn't really care what anyone else thought about it, even at those times when he was yelled at to put some clothes on. At least he wasn't posing right now, or it probably would have gotten him tossed out of the room wholesale.\nStill, he nodded in agreement with Katsuki and her approach, much more reasonable and likely to go over well with the other representatives. \"After everything that's happened, it would be best to avoid raising any fears amongst the rest of the delegates. I imagine they are worried enough as it is, even with having the full story out in the open.\" Loathe as he was to admit it, the security was probably needed. Who knew when some idiot might try and take a shot at them, even if they were all well and able to defend themselves.\nNaturally, Gamagoori took some offense to that, though less so than he might have in certain other situations. He'd become less stressed over the course of time, though it didn't change certain facts of his character. \"Even so, she should be treated with the respect she deserves. It is only reasonable.\" After all, they wouldn't even be here if it hadn't been for Katsuki and Yukon, and the delegates should recognize that even if it made them uncomfortable in the process. Things could never be simple, could it?"
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"value": "Noon casually blew a strand of hair out of her face and nodded in agreement. She understood that things were tense in the world right now, but it just burned her that people weren't recognizing Katsuki as the great leader she was. She and she alone had suffered the brunt of Rag yo's tyranny, and it was because of her that the world was saved! Even if Yukon was the one who actually finished that monster of a woman off... Satsuki was the true hero of that story.\nKatsuki only chuckled in reply as she took another slow sip of her tea. \"They respect me enough, Gamagoori. Besides, Mr. Miking is right. If we want to earn their trust we cannot have them fear us. I'm slightly concerned about our images turning from heroes to monsters because the slightest amount of distrust. That video footage Input referred to earlier is all over the media...people know what we are capable of, and it has helped gain me favor, yes. However, it is the way we act will determine whether they view us as allies or threats in the future.\" Katsuki placed her cup down on its saucer and looked over Arturo. \"I'm not nearly as charismatic of a leader as you are. That is why I have brought you along. Perhaps you can give me some advice on how to further handle things?\""
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"value": "\"Hmph,\" Gamagoori grunted, still not exactly content and yet ceding the argument anyway. It was hard to argue with Katsuki's logic, and in cases like this she would be the one more qualified to make a judgment than him. It was merely his pride and devotion that kept him from sitting contently, even when he knew that it was a good idea to take care with their words, appearance, and to not inflame resentment against themselves. They did not need another war so soon after this most recent one had ended, lest people believe that they were trying to take over the country, or the world, again.\nArturo nodded, stepping forward as he was recognized, though there was no need for him to heed her authority given his own position. Still, it never hurt to be recognized for one's talents, even when it was something like charisma. After all, this was one of those occasions where sheer force of will might not be the best way to go about things, and that eliminated Katsuki's particular forte. The same could be said for Yukon, but she wasn't much one for diplomacy anyway. And wasn't that the truth.\nArms folded, he took a moment to consider things before providing her with an answer. \"Thus far you've managed well. As long as we keep from being too overbearing then we should be able to manage as we have already. If the other delegates feel that they have a voice that matters they will be less likely to view us in a negative light.\" The concentration of power was the concern, and while the other branches of Nudist Beach could help on that front, it would still be a delicate balancing act to promote their own interests while not scaring off everyone. But if anyone could manage it, it would be this group here."
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"value": "It was strange, perhaps even ironic, that this 'sleepy countryside town' had proven itself to be far more hectic and interesting than any day back in Kyoto had been. It was something not lost on You Narukami, but also something he hadn't said to his other friends. No doubt the others felt the same way-going from ordinary schooldays to entering a parallel world inside the TV to stop some mysterious serial killer.\nYou, having been nominated as 'leader' of their little group, still found the time to ponder this interesting quirk in between heading up their rescue operations and making time for his friends. Both aspects were going well as You was managing to juggle and strengthen a good deal of his friendships and had worked with the others to rescue Kanji Tatum from his own prison inside the TV world.\nThough he would likely be forever haunted by the abundance of homoeroticism in that place...\nThings were going well for You, and yet... and yet... well there was this niggling worry in the back of his mind, this discomfort that he couldn't shake. Once the bell tolled at the end of the schooldays, the silver haired young man had felt that same strange anxiety come sinking back into his mind. He always feared something bigger was on the horizon, that their next foray into the TV world could well be their last. And then there was the worry on their nebulous and enigmatic adversary, a person who had to hold the same power the rest of them had. If not just the ability to enter the TV world, then there was the likelihood that he could summon a Persona of his own. That prospect alone worried him deeply.\nHe was he leader, the rock that the others used for support and the lightning rod that helped keep them all grounded. Who was he to talk with about his issues? He couldn't let the rest of the team think he was troubled too-at least that was what You told himself, for part of him feared that they wouldn't find him as reliable in that event and as a result wouldn't trust him as wholly. A foolish thought perhaps, but even bright men had foolish thoughts.\n'I have stuff to do, can't keep dwelling on this,' the upper class young man thought to himself. You rose from his desk, stretched his arms above his head, and then made his way from the classroom to the staircase at the center of the second floor.\nThese past few days, You had been spending his afternoons honing his social links-helping Yoke and Yumiko, attending basketball practice and getting to know Kanji better now that he was a member of the team. And when he'd get home he'd get closer to his cousin Nanak or his uncle Rotary if they were available. Lately though most of his interest seemed to home in on Chai.\nThere was just something about that upbeat tomboy that drew him in. Maybe it was just how fun she was, or how she was unlike anyone he had ever known in Kyoto. Whatever the reason he found himself getting closer to the cute brunette, helping her train by the flood plane and then going for beef bowls with her at Aida.\nYou opened up the heavy metal door that gave access to the roof and took just a moment to breathe in some of the cool, crisp air. A light breeze ruffled his silvery locks, but the odd young man kept his expression nice and static. He cast his gaze to his left and found Chai at her usual haunt, sitting on one of the metal lengths leading from the air conditioner. After closing the door You started heading her way.\n\"Good afternoon Salonika-san. Working hard or hardly working?\""
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"value": "Chai Salonika\n\"Hinayana~! Ya!\" Perhaps You had heard her coming up the stairs to the roof, firm footfalls landing there a moment later as Chai joked, one long leg scything through the air before she turned, striking out with an open palm, her tight bottom landing on the air conditioning a moment later just as You was coming through the door. She was leaned back across the metal plating, her chest rising and falling slowly as she waved at their leader's arrival.\nChai was worried -- but she did not show it the way a lot of people tended to. Oh, there were times when she was... vulnerable, and needed to just sit there for a while worrying and everything, but Chai was a girl of action, something she had demonstrated clearly throughout their \"adventures\" on the other side of the television. She had been practicing her butt off, usually down at the flood plain, but she had found herself doing it more and more whenever she had a few minutes to spare.\nShe wasn't even practicing forms at this point -- she was just keeping herself active, funneling the energy that seemed to boil through every inch of her being into something productive.\n\"Hey, Yukon!\" Chai called out to him as he appeared at the door, her lips tweaking upward into a smile as she settled her trademark green jacket more firmly around her shoulders. It was almost time for summer vacation, but... well, it was an unusually cool day today, and she carried it around her waist even when it was really hot out. She left it unzipped, though, revealing the very faint sheen of sweat that persisted across the upper part of her chest.\n\"Working hard! I know Kanji's a big scary guy, but I can't let him be the only heavy hitter we got, huh?\" Chai asked with a summery smile. She'd been growing closer to You in the recent weeks... something that she was pretty happy about, all things considered. He was a smart guy, which was a little intimidating, but he had more spine than the rest of the group put together, and she found that kind of strength -- of body and spirit -- incredibly appealing. Not that... not that she thought he would go for someone like her with knockouts like Yumiko around. Chai smiled through it all, though -- she just liked being around one of her best friends.\n\"What about you, Yukon? What brings you up here?\" she asked."
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"value": "The sight of her sitting there, coated lightly with sweat with her jacket unzipped... it made the normally stoic young man's heart thump in his chest with a little more intensity. Yumiko was attractive sure, and a smart young woman to boot... but she seemed a little off-putting in a sense. He could imagine her as a friend certainly, but between the laughing fits and general weirdness he didn't think he'd want anything more than that.\n\"Well as you said, we can't have Kanji as our only heavy hitter when we go exploring...\" You began. Lately he had alternated between utilizing Chai or Kanji for the physical aspects of their battle, seeing that having two physical heavy fighters at a time would be a little excessive and leave their team less diverse. That said he was still quite fair and tried to give both of them a fair amount of use, so one wouldn't be considered his 'favorite.'\n\"So to that end I was considering the two of us joining up for another training session. I'm no martial artist like you, but um... well we're both in good shape, and I'm one of the few people who can keep up with you when you exercise.\" He couldn't even imagine Yumiko and Yoke trying to keep up with this brunette firecracker when she got down to business.\nHe shrugged \"Weather should be good enough down at Samara if you want to train there. I'll even pay for Aida afterward, my treat.\" Well that probably wasn't the best idea, letting Chai buy to her hearts content. Yoke wasn't far off when he called her a velociraptor after all... still, he liked to be kind. So You smiled and nodded \"I promise, my treat.\" He wasn't exactly short on money anyway..."
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"value": "\"Yeah!\" she said with a brief nod and a grin, her hands settling against the air conditioner as she reared back, kicking OTU her legs to jump to her feet. Kanji was a tough guy, but Chai wasn't going to let herself get left behind. She wasn't going to lose out to anyone -- not Yoke, not Kanji. This whole investigation had lit quite the fire under her behind, and it didn't look to be put out any time soon. Chai had people to protect, and someone to bring to justice, two things that mattered quite a bit to a strong soul such as hers.\n\"Hey, you're doing just fine. It's about training the mind, too. And it takes a lot of that to use that sword the way you do, right?\" Chai asked with a big grin, reaching out to gently punch him on the arm. He was right, though -- no one else could really keep up like her like You could. Kanji lacked the focus, Yumiko lacked the strength, and Yoke lacked both.\n\"Sounds good! I really appreciate it, Yukon,\" she said, her smile a touch warmer as she thought about what she'd get at Aida -- she didn't want to eat him out of all of his money, but Aida always had the best food in town. Chai could have probably put a whole cow away if the mood struck her as such. Besides, working out with You worked up a sweat, and putting away one of Aida's beef bowls was a good way to keep her mind off of how his shirt clung to his frame whenever that happened.\n\"Wanna just head over right after school, then?\""
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"value": "\"Well, I was doing Kendo for a few years before I came out here... it was a big thing at my old school...\" he said. Granted one wasn't supposed to use a golf club curing Kendo, but the principal was still the same. He watched as she tapped his arm, a small laugh escaping him. He'd seen Chai do the same gesture to Ted once, very nearly knocked the bear clean off the little entry platform of the TV world. It was either a testament to her strength... or a testament to Eddie's weakness.\nThe silver-haired young man nodded in return \"Think nothing of it. Besides getting something there saves me having to fish something out of the fridge later on.\" Nanak's shopping schedule was rather erratic, so there was no telling if there would be anything remotely edible in the Dogma household on any given night.\nPerhaps he was developing too much of an affinity for the local cuisine... steak croquettes and beef bowls were a bit more rustic than what would be served up in the Narukami estate, but much like his strange infatuation with Chai it seemed You held quite a fancy for the stuff they served out this way. Maybe it was because it was unlike everything he was used to backing home, either way he wasn't really sure. It didn't weigh on his mind a lot anyway.\nYou nodded and led the eager tomboy from the roof, making small-talk with her as they went down the metal staircase leading to the third floor. \"I'll lead. Seems I'm a natural at this kind of thing.\" For a moment he pondered inviting the others along... then again he felt more interested in just a little one on one time with Miss Salonika."
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"value": "Bodices were creatures that are attracted to events of evil -- more specifically events that would cause death. When an event caused a particularly traumatic death, there would be multiple of them, sometimes so many that they seemed to be swirling around a person like a black tornado licking on fear and anxiety. The theory was that they fed on these events, or perhaps they caused them, but a coach was never truly something to be explained.\nThey could only be seen by those with the Gift, which was perhaps why most were completely and blissfully unaware of them. It would explain why Ivy lived her life as if nothing strange were happening because for her, there truly was nothing.\nThe mystery, however, had yet to be solved on why the bodices had taken a particular interest in her. Ivy lived a life that was rather quiet -- she was a young professional that was renting a house in the lower part of town, her home hardly more than a studio apartment, but it was where she put her head at night. The neighborhood was low-rent but was by no means slums, though some of the houses were older and run-down.\nShe looked every bit the same of someone else her age -- unless you had the Gift. Through their eyes, they would see the ink-black creatures that prowled around her like beasts ready to strike, sniffing at her heels and licking up her legs. Their mouths seemed to try to grasp at her, though never touched, enjoying whatever it was she had to offer them.\nIt was good they weren't visible to most or her night job would have put her out on the streets. If people could see a coach in all its glory, they wouldn't have much of an appetite... Or really a life, seeing that most who did see them died mysteriously afterward. Blissfully unaware was best for her, seeing that money had to be made and orders needed to be filled. Though two nipped at her heels, she was at work on time, donning a white apron and putting on a smile as she started her shift at her night job - Pop's Diner.\nThe jingle announced a new person, eyes lifting to greet her new customer. \"Hi there, welcome to Pop's. Seat yourself, Hun.\""
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"value": "I stopped, but only briefly when I saw the young waitress. She was surrounded by the black inky ghost like animals. I smile and nodded at her, before moving to a booth in the back. I didn't know if the coach could sense me, or could tell that I saw them, and I didn't want to find out.\nFurthermore, I don't know what part of the accident caused my brain to be rewired, but since the 2 days I was unconscious I've seen them. Each of the 5 times I've been in there presence bad things have happened.\nI took the booth, so I could keep an eye on her. The beasts tumbled around each other, as if they are fighting to feed off her energy. Fortunately there were only 2 at the moment. The number present was important. The higher the number the closer Death was.\nAfter she took my order, I let my eyes follow her into the kitchen. The look I kept on my face was as if I was checking out her ass as she walked away. Which thinking about it, wasn't much act, as it was an ulterior motive.\nAs she places my coffee and pie in front of me, I started striking up a conversation with her. I was hoping I could figure out what fate was upon her that would lead to these creatures to her. Creature for another world here to witness her death. Trying to find out if she was new to the city. Why she was working at Pops. Trying to pry and many benign details about her life from her as I could. Since the place was empty at 3:30 pm on a Tuesday, she decided to take her break and let me buy her a cup of coffee, while she told me her story."
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"value": "The night had been fairly standard up until the point thathewalked in. He was ordinary as far as customers went, if not a bit on the staring side, but she was used to it by far to have the male attention on her. Ivy fell into her usual rhythm of polite attention, but something about him seemed.... Off. Not off in the way that she thought him to have a mental illness, but off as in she felt there was something more to him than what he seemed.\nThat was, perhaps, what compelled her to take a seat in the booth with him as he lingered well beyond what a customer typically did. Plus, he was good-natured enough to offer coffee to sweeten the deal.\n\"I know I introduced myself when I took your order but since you bought me a coffee, why don't I get to know you more?\" She offered a slim smile and preferred her hand to him. \"I'm Ivy, like the plant and not the Batman villains.\""
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"value": "I absently minded reached my hand out to take the hand of the girl across me as she introduced herself as Ivy. If Ivy had only known about the creatures crawling around her as she sat in the booth. They swirled and climbed around her body much like her namesake plant would climb a trellis.\nI searched her eyes for the slightest hint of evil, for a malicious spirit, anything about her that spoke of a villainous nature. I'd never seen nor read of a coach attracted to a corrupt sprite. They seemed to feed off if not the innocent at least the decent, and it appeared they had a special attraction to gentle souls that were being exploited in some way. I hoped for something about her, I could bring out that would cause the inky creatures to move back from where they came.\nI'm David, David Evan, I muttered. At the utterance of my name, the creature that appeared to be inhaling the scent of her breast paused, snapping what I assumed was his face toward me. Did the creature recognize my name? Know who I was or that I could sense it?\nYou must be new here? I thought I knew all the waitresses here. I'm a private investigator, used to be cop and this has been one of my favorite coffee shops., I threw in the part about having been a cop to gauge her response. Bad people tend to tense, look away stammer a bit when around a cop. Bad people have something to hide.\nMuch to my disappointment she portrayed a mostly relaxed demeanor and did not flinch. While her eyes did not suddenly jerk away, they did seem to cloud over and speak of a hidden personal emotion that had her sitting in a booth with me as smoky beings frolicked around her."
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"value": "The man, who she now knew to be David, was friendly enough in his\ndemeanor that it stunned her he was here alone. Altogether, he wasn't an ugly man in face or spirit, though his eyes wandered over her in a strange fashion. More than once she'd caught him looking at a point just beneath her or to the side of her, and she was momentarily confused by it. His gaze made her feel like there was something she wasn't seeing - a stain, perhaps on her uniform, or maybe something else that was just off.\nIvy wiped at her uniform in case there were stray crumbs from carrying plate still clinging to her clothes and offered a more fresh smile. \"Nice to meet you, David.\" She said, trying to get a better reading of him by watching his body language.\nThere was something bothering him, but she couldn't figure out what it was exactly. \"Yeah, I just got hired. The owner is actually my distant cousin and I needed to get out of my hometown.\" She said, shrugging, though her eyes were guarded. She didn't talk about why she left her hometown much, but the damage was still there. Her boyfriend hadn't taken the break-up well and he'd gotten violent, and the bodices could sense it.\nTheir backs arched as if her quiet pain had sent shivers down theirs pines, noses sniffing around her as if she were a fine wine. Ivy was oblivious to them, crossing her arms gently. \"Tell me about yourself. Why did you quit policing to be a private investigator?\""
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"value": "David watched as the young lady across from him swept her hands over the uniform, as if she could sense the beings bounding around her. The act itself unnerved David until he realized her hands were moving in concert with the focus of his eyes. Taking a deep breath he adopted the relaxed cop demeanor he had taken on so many times when approaching unknowns during traffic stops in his previous life.\n\"Well then welcome to the city. I'm guessing it's much different than what you were used to, huh?\" Again his eye searched here for a reaction a blink or forlorn look that would give him any hint of information, before replying to her own questions. Yeah, was a cop for a long time, most of it spent patrolling this area. I tell you a cop sees a lot of bad stuff, muggers, armed robbers, crazed drug addicts, murders, wife beaters\". There that statement 'wife beater' her eyes flashed a brightness and fixated on him just for that brief second of recognition. The look that would give a way a speeder that had drugs in his car, or the suspicious character on street corner that was planning a home invasion. Not that she was guilty of anything, quiet the opposite. She had unwillingly reviewed what she was running from.\n\"I got medically retired a couple of years ago. Another unit was in pursuit of an armed robber. I was trying to block an intersection to control the guy. *** lost it when he saw me and broadsided my unit. Had a bad head injury, put me in a coma for a few days. So I became a PI, too young to just sit around, not enough pension to move to the coast, David chuckled to relieve the tension building inside when confronted by the effects of the accident.\nJust then on the other side of the restaurant a baby's cry broke the otherwise quiet afternoon. The doodahs tensed at the sound. What was more innocent than a baby. It seemed that even if there was nothing about to happen to the child the distress of such an unblemished soul captured them attention. All 3 of them leap from circling Ivy and lopped to the infant.\nDavid had to stop himself from his wide-eyed stare at the swift moving creatures, realizing he had an unprecedented opportunity. He decided to take a chance. If she believed him he might be able save her. If she didn't, she was as surly doomed as she would have been if he hadn't had an afternoon craving for a slice of apple pie.\n\"Look Ivy this will probably freak you out, but I'm going to take a chance anyway. The coma, something happened I developed another sense, a perception if you will. I get a feeling about some people, something about an impending act, usually bad, usually violent. The second I saw you I knew your future is in jeopardy. I know it's crazy right, but you've noticed how I look past you, that's because I've seen an energy around you, and it scares me. Either good or evil has blessed or cursed me by bringing us together. But either way I'm here, and I can't let your future continue as it was before."
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"value": "Pushing her large blue and top hat out of the way for just a moment, Caitlyn knelt down on one knee inside the brush. This was certainly odd, there were no minions even though the minute fifty-five mark had passed. There was no announcement, no other champions in sight, no nothing! Her eyes scanned the area, seeing nothing but untouched terrain. Hell, for all she knew, the jungle camps were nowhere to be seen. Throwing out a few of her traps, just to be safe, she placed one in tribes and in the river bush before she resumed scanning the bot lane. Was everyone else having that much trouble summoning?\nWhat the hell is going on?\nThe thought came as she stood up in the bush, he rifles at the ready. Taking just a moment to fix her skirt, Caitlyn, ran back to the tower. Something was seriously wrong here. Three minutes had passed, and still nothing. The traps were still sprang, and all Caitlyn could hear, was the sound of the rushing water of the river. It was more of a stream if anything, but. . Shaking her head, Caitlyn tried to focus. If no one was here, and there were no minions, how in the hell was she going to get out of this place!\nThe summoner frowned. He wasn't super experienced at the game, but he also knew better to know that something was up. Caitlyn was the one champion he played fairly well, and he took a moment to glance around. He was alone. At first, he just assumed that the other summoners were running a bit late or something, now, he figured something was seriously wrong. He didn't see any of the elements that he'd normally see given these circumstances. Instead, it just seemed like it was his champion on the Fields of Justice. Alone."
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"value": "AsCaitlynand her Summoner were beginning to suspect, there was something very wrong in the Rift today. One of the high-ranking Summoners of the League had gone rogue last week and today, in this match, he would begin to carve his name across the Fields of Justice. Today would be the first match in which she struck out at the lovely ladies of the League of Legends - the powerful women which had captured her imagination and touched her deepest fantasies. She wanted them, but she knew that she could never have them. It s because of this that she had gone rogue. Because of this deep obsession with the League's female champions, she decided to take them in the only way that she knew how; by using the champions themselves against one another. By using the Champions of the League of Legends, she could best the objects of her desires in the Fields of Justice and use those champions as tools to vent her sexual frustrations.\nOf course, the Institute of War would never allow something like this to happen, so it was necessary for her to take matters into her own hands. She had asked around, spread rumors, and followed leads to the Summoner that was now controlling Caitlyn. He was an easy mark - a novice with limited skills. Against her, he stood no chance, adCaitlynwas his favorite champion. She had hoped that he would bring the Sheriff of Plover to the match, and her luck had paid out.\nUsing an unawares messenger to mediate between them, this rogue Summoner arranged this match with her opponent. It was entirely unsanctioned. The Institute knew nothing of it, and so there would be no minions to aid Caitlyn. There would be no other champions to come to her rescue. The only beings in the Rift today would be Caitlyn and her opponent, Jinx, the Loose Cannon.\nJinx had been carefully picked for this match. The Summoner knew that she would need to make sure that her chosen champion would not reveal her identity to the institute following this match, lest she fact harsh punishment. Jinx was perfect for this. She enjoyed chaos and mayhem. She also was not very fond of the Sheriff of Plover. Jinx would keep the Summoner's secret. Of that, she was sure.\n\"I see that you made it to the party, Hat Lady!\" Jinx shouted when she spotted Caitlyn hiding beneath the safety of her tower. Jinx, herself, was standing just outside the tower's range, close to the safety of the lane brush just beyond the tower's firing range. Pow-Pow was in her hands, ready for action. Strangely, she didn't seem surprised by any of the suspicious absences on the Rift today. Instead, she just stood there; staring at Caitlyn with a mischievous grin on her lips and her finger on the trigger of her chain gun."
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"value": "Just when Caitlyn was getting ready to try and get out of there, she heard a familiar voice belonged to someone whom she hadn't wanted to see. Anyone but her. The sheriff thought to herself as her eyes focused on the one known as the Loose Cannon. Obviously Jinx's presence there was suspicious, and Caitlyn would do everything in her power to get the information the Jinx knew out of her. In a way, she knew that she would likely be playing right into Jinx's hands, but she had no point. If this match was as illegal as it seemed, and Jinx knew something about it, the information had to be relayed to someone.\nLucky enough for Caitlyn, there were no other champions here for Jinx to kill to get excited from. When Jinx was excited that was when she was the hardest to hit and the hardest to wrangle. As long as she played her cards right, Caitlyn was confident in her own ability to detain the deranged woman, and end this madness. Taking a step forward, Caitlyn wasn't in the mood to mess around with Jinx. Taking aim with her rifle, she fired a few shots in Jinx's direction before firing a Headshot.\nThe sheriff was careful enough. She knew that Jinx had to have some trick up her sleeve, she always did. Jinx also knew that without help or minions, it would be a more even fight. There was no support, no minions, no jungle, no nothing. Stepping forward just enough, Caitlyn placed the ward that she had bought in the first bush. If Wait could see her, Wait could shoot her. Firing a few more shots, Jinx drew Caitlyn out of tower range, and closer to the middle of the lane.\n\"What have you done Jinx, what is the meaning of this?\"\nThe woman said in her British accent. She was focused on taxing Jinx with her auto attacks. Stepping one or two steps before shooting, and then repeating the process. When Caitlyn stepped into the bush, she would have cover and her Headshot would refresh much quicker. This was going to be easier than she though. ."
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"value": "The fact that Caitlyn thought that this was going to be easy, or a fair fight, only showed her ignorance to the situation at hand. Because this was an unsanctioned match, Jinx's Summoner had not bothered to limit herself to any of the normal restrictions of League conduct or Institute rules. Where Caitlyn's Summoner most assuredly had only come prepared with the standard limit of only two Institute-approved 'Summoner Spells', Jinx's Summoner had brought her entire arsenal of spells. Some of which were custom-designed by her for this very type of match and were not Institute-approved. Caitlyn's fate was sealed the moment that she had appeared at the summoning platform. She never stood a chance...\nThe second that the first shot was fired, Jinx 'Flashed' backward just out of Caitlyn's range. The fired shots fell short of their mark as a result and Jinx turned tail to run not back down the lane, but up through the river with the aid of the speed-enhancing 'Ghost' spell. This boded well for Caitlyn, or at least that is how it would seem to her. Both of Jinx's Summoner's spells were now exhausted and would not be available again for a couple of minutes. If she pursued Jinx now, she would have the upper hand!\n\"Nice shot, Hat Lady,\" Jinx's voice echoed back down the river through the fog of war. \"Maybe you should have brought Fat Hands with you! You'll never catch me all alone! Nya!\"\nHaving used Ghost to evade Caitlyn, Jinx had pt some space between herself and the Sheriff. Outside of Caitlyn's view, Jinx slipped out of the river and disappeared into the jungle on Caitlyn's side of the Rift. With no other champions on the map, only the natural denizens of the Rift, the monsters themselves, would be there to greet her. She was completely safe here, despite the usually dangerous nature that this area would possess with the enemy champions stomping about."
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"value": "The sheriff was indeed keeping track of the Summoner Spells, but she found it odd that her summoner had brought Ghost and Flash with her. The usage of Ghost had made her remarkably fast, and Wait was having a hard time keeping up with her. She watched as she disappeared into her own jungle. For those that were keeping count, Jinx didn't have a single Summoner, yet Caitlyn still had her Flash and her Barrier. Using her net, Wait vaulted over the wall when she got there, knowing full well that Jinx would have the upper hand. She would have the Fog of War, as well as the dense jungle to cover her escape and to hide in, whereas Caitlyn would be the sitting duck. Caitlyn's start started to palpitate much faster, she wasn't much in the mood to be chasing Jinx, nor was she in the mood to be in this spot right now. When she got her heart rate under control, Caitlyn let out another breath and her eyes began to scan the area.\nWalking slowly, Wait laid a trap into the first jungle bush. She could see what was in there, nothing. Jinx's taunt was probably right. She would never catch her, at least not right now when she had used her Summoner. When that had faded, things would be perfect. Walking slowly, Caitlyn crouched into the bush that she had just set a trap in and readied her rifle. If Jinx thought Caitlyn was just going to chase her without even thinking about the consequences of doing so, she'd be sadly mistaken. The thought never crossed Wait's mind that Jinx's summoner was cheating. It was to be a fair fight. Jinx vs Caitlyn, one on one.\nThe sheriff swallowed the spit that her mouth had been producing, before she decided to move from the safety of her bush. Creeping forward, walking by the wight, she turned to see the creature still hadn't been aggro'd. Caitlyn glanced towards blue, and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she continued, firing a Peacemaker into the bush by blue before continuing forward. Just what in the hell had Jinx done? Why did she always have to play these damned games? Caitlyn's mind was searching for these answers and pondering them. While she pondered these questions, however, a tiny bit of her attention was taken away from her surroundings. Normally, Caitlyn would have known better, but this was definitely a different sort of situation."
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"value": "- The sun was bright in the sky, smoke bellowing from the crater of destruction of what used to be, \"Team Rocket Research Labs\". Near the explosion a helicopter landed whipping the smoke into a light tornado of wind helping it dissipate, nearby slowly coming too, was one of the scientists, his name. Dante, he slowly stood up his 6'1, 250lbs frame stood casting a shadow his dark brown shoulder-length hair moving with the wind as Giovanni took off in the chopper, the only thought on Dante's mind was Mew two. -\n\"What happened to you? Did we push too hard?\"\n- He asked himself looking over the rubble, few of his Lab mates were alive their bodies most likely crushed in the explosion his blue eyes glazed over with tears as the sun began setting, his mind went to his own Pokémon, he reached for his belt and only found one, his mind in somewhat of a panic he released the only one he had left, a small four-legged Pokémon its red and white fur materializing before him -\n\"Sparky... I'm glad you are okay\"\n- the dog Pokémon licked his trainers face -\n\"We have a problem, buddy...I can't find, SAMU(Scythe), or, Leo(Hound our), I need you to sniff them out...\"\n- Sparky, went right to work, Dante digging right behind him, soon finding his poke balls with the other two in it, a smile came to his face as he picked up Sparky. -\n\"Good job buddy, we need to get out of here...I need a boat Luna island is not too far from here.\"\n- After searching the shoreline, they soon found a boat, the Rickie little thing was tied to what was left of a dock, he climbed in and sat Sparky down, and he also released SAMU, and Leo.-\n\"Okay guys we are heading out I wanted to make sure everyone was okay.\"\n- He said with a soft smile on his face as he started the boat, he lowered the motor, and they were off to the small island in the distance. The wind whipping past them as Dante sped up, his mind went back to Mew two, and how mistreated it was, forced into battles by Giovanni, he was slowly understanding Team Rocket's true intentions, he thought back to the machine he was forced to help make that was tuned to different Pokémon sounds forcing them to obey whoever called their names, it was almost sickening to think about now, ripping Pokémon from their trainers arms just to force them to battle. -\n\"I can't stand for that anymore...\"\n- He said to himself the realization on his sin's fully weighing on him now, his focus was to find Mew two and help it understand not everyone is as evil as Giovanni, who thinks they are mindless fighting machines instead of Animals with feeling's and soul's, his mission now was to take down Giovanni and his former colleagues, he would not let another Pokémon be hurt by them, they slowly approached the shore of Luna island, he knew it was closely related to Gym Leader Misty due to her time spent here after her return from Horn, he stopped the boat and shut it off, they all climbed out and headed inland, he saw children playing and adults working, he walked to the nearest home and knocked -\n\"Hello? Is anyone home I need help please, my Pokemon and I were just in an explosion!\"\n- eh shouted some and knocked hoping someone would answer not knowing he still has the Team Rocket insignia on his lab coat. -"
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"value": "Rain was new to the area as her self-appointed duty to hunt down team rocket demanded she never rest or relent. The massive explosion rocked the town smashing in windows. Rain crawled out from under her bed followed by Chilly her Painful. Slowly she stood up she could see smoke rolling from some distance away. Moving to the window she could see that some people were hurt. \"We better go help\" Rain petted Chilly on the head and opened her door. She could see an injured man knocking on doors. A man in a team rocket lab coat with a dog Pokémon. She moved slowly with her penguin shaped Pokémon. \"Team Rocket I wonder if they had anything to do with this\"\nRain emerged from a bush ready for a fight the scientist looked like he already went ten rounds. \"You stop where you are, because after I treat the wounds of you're Pokémon and self i and chilly are going to pound you until you fall unconscious\" Ok that just sounded lame Chilly had her back turned to her. Rain looked deflated but approached the man slowly reaching into her bag. She had a bottle of spray medicine good for humans and Pokémon. Se also had bandages and some painkillers she wished they were suppository. \"What is team rocket doing here\" She asked pointing to the destruction not so far away as to be unnoticeable."
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"value": "- Dante, knocked on several door's before hearing a woman's voice off to his right, he turned to her his hands in the air, His face and hands were covered in dirt and ask from the smoldering pile that used to be Team Rocket Lab's, his face had a hint of worry, but, Sparky stood in front of him staring down the Penguin Pokémon, ready to punch if need be, Sparky had been with Dante, since he was 10. Sparky was very protective as were its companions but him most of all. -\n\"Please, I'm not here to hurt anyone or anything I'm done with Team Rocket as of today...my lab exploded and a very powerful and dangerous Pokémon escaped, I need to get to Pallet Town. And inform Prof. Oak of this situation...\"\n- He explained, he was still on edge tired and sore but ready to battle if he had too, Sparky began to shake some it too was worn out due to the explosion as well, it began growling a little more at Pinup, Ready to attack. -\n\"Please, the last thing I'm looking for is a fight, this is a matter of urgency if something does not get done soon all of Kant could be in danger...\"\n\"The wind began picking up and the smell of wood during began sweeping across the landscape and through the tree's, all Dante wanted was a shower and a bed and if not then a boat to the mainland. -"
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"value": "Rain had the man sit on a rock while her Chilly watched the men Pokémon keeping him at arms length. \"I don't care you work for Team Rocket, you are all liars as far as I know\" She tore the sleeve the rest of the way up. She sprayed the wound and began to wrap a bandage around the wound. It looked nasty some kind of electrical burn or something like that. She eyed the Pokémon who looked more than ready to bite her head off. \"You keep him on a leash or I might just get the cops\" She warned.\nAfter she was finished with a few other wounds she led him back to the house she was being lent. Luna Island Refuge had supporters all over the world. She hated to think what this one would say when he saw what happened to his home. \"You smell bad yo and that, that electrical hazard needs to bathe\" Like all water trainer she hated fire and electrical types, why just because. \"I will get you some food then you can leave but next time I see you\" Se warned leaving to change her own cloths she was a mess from the explosion and treating him."
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"value": "- He looked over at Sparky, and he backed down sitting by its Trainer. Dante. Soon followed Rain, to a small home nearby, the shattered windows let the wind in, the curtains blew as the wind came through the home, he could smell something sweet mixed with the smoke that had begun to reach the island. He sighed when he saw the couch, he loved around some more seeing the pictures on the wall, none of which included her. -\n\"This isn't your house is it?\"\n- He asked grabbing a picture off the wall showing a man, a woman, and a Iran, and Nirvana. He guessed that it was the couple that owned the home, he turned to see her going into the kitchen. -\n\"Well, thank you for the update I was just in an explosion and all....do you have any clothes I can use so I can shower?\"\n- He asked in a sarcastic tone towards her he could tell already he wasn't going to like her or her attitude, he pulled off his lab coat and looked down at the insignia, and shook his head and thought to himself, \"I was a fool, made promises of working with the best minds in the world, and all it got me was electrical burns....I will find you Giovanni, you will pay for the Lie's, Crime's and Broken Promises.\" -"
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"value": "\"There should be some in the top drawer\" she began to strip out of her own cloths tossing them into a hamper. She felt dirty all over the penguin Pokémon closed its eyes. She stood before the closet in the guest room she had so many choices. Furthermore, she decided on a purple sun dress and red hat to go with it. Chilly did not seem to have an opinion one way or the other as she slid into the new cloths.\n\"There is food in the fridge for you and, and that electric rat\" She knew it was a dog she did not care. She moved taking out some break and sliced deli meat from the fridge. She tossed chilly a fish puff one of his favorite foods, with vitamins added it was even good for him. She looked back at the man ad his Pokémon. \"You should have known better I mean they try to steal Pokémon\""
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"value": "- He dug through the clothes, and found a pair of jeans, and a white t-shirt, it was good enough for now, he changed and looked over his lab coat. He stared at the Rocket logo, he sighed and began getting frustrated and angry with them and himself, they forced him to work on the \"150\" Project, knowing what the result would be he still worked on it, The poor thing suffered on his watch, Sparky began to growl, Dante, shook his head to get his head back on right, he heard the muffled words of Rain about the food and walked into the living area of the home -\nDante - \"Thanks, and, Sparky. Is a fire type that you very much, at least get your insults right.\"\n- He sat on the couch and began pulling at the Rocket logo. Tearing the threads of it on the underside pulling and managing to tear it off, a sigh escaped his lungs he had finally gotten rid of the part of him, that part of his life. Now, he could look forward to his future, as a trainer, and protector of Pokémon, and his new mission was to take down Giovanni, and the entire, Team Rocket Army. -\n\"Thank you for allowing me the use of the shower and clothes, and, I didn't know that when I joined them...unfortunately now, I have to track down something I helped create.\"\n- He spoke as he walked into the kitchen, getting into the fridge. -"
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"value": "Another year older, another year at Hogwarts. Teen Sinclair had no idea what to expect this year at school. With Dumbledore's murderer as headmaster of the school, who honestly knew what to expect. The Hufflepuff seventh year had no earthly clue how Voldemort would choose to run a school. The more logical part of her mind kept repeating that the teachers would never allow any harm to come to the students. The less logical part of her mind screamed at her that the Death Eaters loved to cause people anguish and things would probably be more strict. More harsh.\nTeen honestly wouldn't be coming to school this year if it wasn't Mandatory, and her parents weren't forcing her older brother to take her to the station. She was quite furious with her parents right at that moment. They were going on the run. This was primarily because her father David was a muggle born wizard, and he did not want to go through with the Ministry's forced interrogation. Teen's mother Siobhan, who was actually a pureblood, was going to disappear with him too because she was very vocal about the Ministry's new ways. Beatrice, who was the youngest Sinclair child at ten years of age, was also going into hiding with her parents.\nKlaus, who was eighteen, would be staying in London in order to oppose the Death Eaters openly. He wouldn't run. \"Be careful this year Gwen,\"Klaus said. This brought Teen out of her train of thought about her family. She glared at her older brother. What right did he have to lecture her to not take any risks when he was going to be in the thick of the fighting?\n\"I will,\"Teen said. Her voice was slightly bitter.\n\"I'll be fine Gwen...\" Klaus began.\n\"How am I supposed to know that. It's highly unlikely that I'll be able to get any word from you at all, or mum and dad for that matter. How am I supposed to know what is going on?\" Tegwen demanded.\n\"Shush.\" Klaus commanded. Her brother shifted his eyes slightly to indicate the death eaters that had positioned themselves in front of the train. \"Let's get you on the train now,\"he added.\nTeen had to announce who she was to the death eaters standing guard in front of the train. They would then check her name off a master list of all the students that would be at Hogwarts that year. It was probably a way of weeding out the muggleborns. The purebloods and half-bloods would most likely not be given any hassle. The muggleborns might be carted off somewhere.\nTeen gave her brother a fierce hug before getting on the train."
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"value": "Keys stood at Platform 9 and 3/4 watching all the students pile in, \"How many mud bloods you reckon are attending this year\", Keys asked Molotov who was standing next to her. He snickered and looked around, \"I haven't a clue Shape a lot of them are probably on the run in fear\", he replied. The two watched as the students formed a line to get onto the train, they asked the routine questions and looked up names. A few students who were muggle born got sent to a certain section of the train.\nBoth Molotov and Keys watched as a girl hugged her brother goodbye, \"Aw how touching, move along we haven't got all day\", Keys snapped at the two.\nWhen all the students were on the train Keys climbed on and made her way down the aisle, \"No sign of Potter eh\"? She asked a fellow death eater in passing. \"Nope, he must be in hiding\", he replied. Keys shook her head and continued to make her way down the aisle, a disgusted look came across her face as she passed all the muggle born. As she made her way toward the back of the train a boy stood up, \"He's not here losers\", the boy said in a nasty tone. Keys looked at him, \"Ah Neville you finally grew a pair, unfortunately it was at the wrong time if you speak to us like that again you'll find yourself suffering the same fate your parents did, sit down and shut the fuck up\", Keys snapped back. Neville gave a nervous look before taking his seat.\nWhen the train arrived at the school Keys got off first with the rest of the death eaters and made her way up to the castle. She walked into the great hall and made her way to the staff table, she had graduated the year before and Voldemort had appointed her to punish students who had received detentions. The twisted young Shape enjoyed to torture people, so there was no doubt that some students would be receiving the cruciate curse as punishment."
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"value": "When Teen walked along the train trying to find a place to sit she began making a list of everyone she recognized in her head. She started with those in her year. So far she had caught glimpses of Susan, Ernie, Hannah, Amravati, Padua, Terry, Seamus, Neville-Lost once again in her train of thought she ran into some random Slytherin boy. She had no idea who he was. He shoved her violently out of his way. She landed on her knees on the corridor of the train. \"Get lost freak,\"he snarled. Teen's face burned bright red, and she hurriedly scampered away. She took a seat with Ernie, Susan, and Hannah when she located them. Some of the others like\nNeville and the Amravati twins sat not far away from them.\nTeen stiffened once the death eaters began making their rounds once the train began moving. When Neville stood up to them about Harry not being there, the Hufflepuff girl smiled slightly. He was showing courage he had never really shown before. Teen hurried over to him once the Death Eaters had left the compartment. \"Um...nice j-job Nev,\"Teen whispered. Neville looked up at her. \"Thanks,\"he mumbled.\nThe time on the train seemed to fly by. Before Teen knew it the Hogwarts's express had arrived at the school. She joined her fellow students on the carriages leading into the school. She hastily moved to find her seat when she got into the Great Hall. Teen didn't want to accidentally cause any incidents. Fate seemed to have other plans in mind for her though.\n\"Get out of my way you filthy mud blood!\" Falon shouted. Salon was a sixth year Slytherin. Teen had been picked on by him for years. His focus of attention seemed to be directed at Madison Green, a second year, in Teen's house. \"Honestly, people who aren't scum need-\"Salon began.\n\"Leave her alone,\"Teen snarled. She had rushed upon the scene almost immediately. The seventeen-year-old could take Salon teasing her, but she wouldn't stand for his attitude if it was some innocent little kid. She had always been protective of Maddie anyway.\n\"Ohhh...and you're going to make me are you?\" Falon asked.\n\"Yes,\"Teen said. She began pulling out her wand. Salon already had his wand out, but unless someone was standing right up close to him, they wouldn't have been able to tell. Teen sent a blasting curse straight at his chest. It wasn't one that could actually do him much damage. It only caused him to fall back a couple feet.\n\"That will teach you to be a bully,\"Teen said. She honestly didn't care if she got into trouble. She was quite sure she could justify her actions."
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"value": "Keys watched as all the students piled in she noticed a few seventh years arguing, one a Hufflepuff the other a Slytherin. One of her fellow death eaters went to stand up, but Keys stopped him, \"Let them have it out for a while, see where it goes\", she said with an evil smirk.\nAfter the Slytherin boy was hit with a curse that sent him falling backwards Keys stood up and began to walk over to the two. \"Salon go sit at your table\", Keys told the boy. He got up and quickly mad his way over to the Slytherin table and sat down.\nKeys turned her attention to the girl, \"You will be seeing me in detention later\", she said.\nKeys looked at the second year who was shaking in fear, \"Shoo\"! The girl hurried over to her own house table and Keys turned her attention back to the older girl, she put her hand on the girls shoulder, \"After dinner tough guy meet me in my office\".\nKeys turned and made her way back up to the staff table and sat down she eyed the Hufflepuff girl until she sat down. When dinner was finished Keys made her way to her office which was located right near the dungeons. She waited for her first victim so to speak to come and serve her detention."
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"value": "Teen glared at Keys when she approached. She was getting detention? She barely had time to explain herself. Plus, Salon had been getting ready to attack her first. She pulled herself away from Keys when she placed the hand on her shoulder. \"Right then...um s-see you later Miss,\"she said. The seventeen-year-old's voice was slightly sarcastic.\nShe moved towards her table and sat down. \"You shouldn't have done that Gwen,\"Hannah whispered. \"I'm not going to stand for him picking on her,\"Teen said. She tucked a strand of her auburn hair that had fallen out of the neat bun that she usually wore her hair in. \"B-Besides what's the absolute worst that she can do to me?\" Tegwen asked. Hannah had no answer to that.\nTeen piled her plate up with all sorts of food. She ate slowly. She was deliberately making Keys wait for her. Honestly...was she expected to treat some girl who was barely older than herself like an actual teacher.\nTeen knocked three times on Keys's door when she reached it. \"I'm here Miss,\"she said loudly."
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"value": "Keys sat in her office and waited for the Hufflepuff girl to show up. When she heard the knock on her door she smirked.\n\"Enter\", she said coldly. Keys had that same spine-chilling tone her father had when he spoke, some found it sexy others found it scary.\nKeys looked at the girl when she came in, \"Sit down at that desk right there, for now until I figure out what your punishment is going to be\", Keys said as she stood up and began to pace around the room, she put her hand on her chin as if she were deep in thought as she walked around.\n\"Hmm what would be a fitting punishment for you eh, maybe you can clean the floors to start with\", Keys summoned a bucket of soapy water and a sponge.\n\"Get to it, oh, and you'll be cleaning the floor in your underwear so strip down\".\nKeys walked over to her desk and sat back down and waited for the girl's response. If she was defiant then she would definitely be getting a crucial. Keys was a sadistic being, and she almost would rather curse the girl then see her half naked and wet bent over scrubbing a floor."
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"value": "Hikaru Kamila, or, Kari, for short, we should say has been being mentally scarred from past nightmares she has been dreaming of Dark Ocean. The world in the digital world torments her every night, or whenever she goes to sleep. Ever since then, the digidestined of light is unable to sleep, became sleep-deprived. Not only she is sleep-deprived, Kari, also, discovered her frail health returned. She thought it was gone however she was incredibly mistaken. One day, during P.E., she found herself incredibly sick, almost past out, but, luckily the coach gave her a past for the day, now she keeps it secretly, only person she has told was T.K. her best friend who she could, can confine in, tell everything to even most embarrassing things top. Unlike, her brother, besides the rest of the digidestined, Kari felt like T.K. understood what she was going through not only her health but why she was so fearful of the dark ocean and being the digidestined of light.\nIf Tai was to find out she is physically sick again, unable to have basic endurance as regular teenage he would be nervous wreck not to mention keeping an eye on her twenty-four seven as well. Aside from that Kari doesn't want to cause fuss to her brother, parents, or friends. They already have their problems to deal with as well. Sometimes, life, can be tough much for Kari hence why she decided to get away from the human world for little time, hang out with Matomo, other Digimon, and T.K. as well. Consider, also, she needed to figure out of there was something going on with the digital world too as well.\nAlready packed the day before, Kari put on her yellow backpack, headed out towards the cybercafe where she planned on meeting T.K. Figure also it would be best if she didn't wear her school uniform Instead she wore yellow high-waisted shorts, a pink sleeveless crop top, and yellow high top converse. She also brought a long sleeve pink shirt and hoodie just in case of she got cold. Pulling her mobile cellphone from her pocket, she quickly texted T.K., informed him she is on her way there. She was almost there, she turned the corner, voilà there it was, the cybercafe she was here!"
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"value": "Taker, or T.K., paced the personal Cybercafe room eagerly, his mind running a million miles an hour as he waited for his best friend. Much like her, he was sleep-deprived, his blue eyes have bags underneath them from anxiety. Unlike Kari's, his was more on his own personal fears. He still remembered the times he almost lost his partner Digimon on numerous occasions, or when nearly all his friends had been captured by Piedmont. Kari disappearing into the Dark Ocean, the Destiny stones, the fight against MaloMyotismon. Everything had remained with him, eating away at his dreams and thoughts.\nThat was years ago, and even though the world was now at peace, T.K. still didn't know what to think of it all. Every week he braced himself for an evil Digimon to attack, or for something to go wrong. But for the most part things remained simple, except Kari's frail health, which he and their partners were the only keepers of that knowledge. But that only caused him to become even more protective, if any insisted she should do something like swimming or coming with them, he would snap and tell them to leave her alone.\nAnother thing he was anxious about was his and Kari's relationship. Sure it was obvious that they best friends, and they were incredibly close. But everyone seemed to tease them about it. One day when he was leaving to spend time with Kari in the park, his mom had said something. \"Have fun on your date dear.\" As if the world had already expected them to hook up, to go about the normal phases of a relationship. While it was true that T.K. had wanted to ask Kari out for some time, he knew that she was busy with her life, not to mention she was already a popular girl in school. He didn't want her to think that he just wanted to date her too.\nT.K. had not changed much, his hair was still spike, and he was as thin and Lanka as always, though did almost stand at 5'10\". He had his usual white hat on with a Teal and yellow shirt a pair of Blue jean shorts and a pair of Teal and Gray Nike's. He also had a small denim jacket, a pair blue jeans, a pair of swimming trunks and a Pink Bikini that he was going to give Kari as a gift. Furthermore, he also brought some food for their trip, a large pink blanket, and some first aid supplies.\nFurthermore, he finally got the text from Kari and his eyes widened with joy as he would see his best friend soon. No one with her and no Digimon either. Just s nice weekend together, being friends. Their excuse was that they were going to go study for finals and even went as far as to mention each other to their parents to avoid suspicious. T.K. actually had to give Patron a ton of treats to convince him to stay home too.\nThe instant Kari came in, T.K. smiled brightly, not caring if he was tired. Or that her health was delicate. They were together...\n\"Hey there Kari...\" He said softly.\nMy Light..."
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"value": "\"Hey T.K. it is so good to see you!\" Kari exclaimed, happily as she walked over towards the blonde and pulled him into a tight embrace. She knew she had seen him at home school however whenever sue saw T.K. she was so happy! He made her happy! Note too, he made all her worries wash away too!\nNothing else matter as long as they were together! Together, they could do anything as long they have each other.\n\"Are you ready to go to the digital world?\" She asked, quietly. Surely, going yo digital world wouldn't solve their problems, but the brunette didn't know what else to do. Her anxiety was eating her up. Whereas her health was getting no better. She was delicate as a flower, more than capable of withering away too.\nYet that wasn't going to stop her from going to the digital world!"
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"value": "T.K.'s smile only widened once Kari came and pulled him into a tight hug. It never got old, seeing that smile of hers. She seemed to have an effect like that all the time. No matter how bad things got for him, whenever he saw the brunette it got better, even if it was just for a moment.\nT.K. gave a nod and pointed to the computer of their private room. \"I had this room rented out for the week. There's a do not disturb sign on the front, and I packed a ton of food too. Plus I managed to get-\"\n\"T.K.! Let me in there!\nT.K. sighed. \"Never mind...\"\nT.K. had wanted this trip to be just the two of them. So he had bribed his partner, Patron, to stay home thanks to a ton of snacks and treats. But it seemed like he had caught wind of their plan and followed Taker to the Café. The Digidestined wasn't too upset over this result, since their Digimon were fairly respectful of their alone time, but still, part of him still wanted to be alone with Kari.\nHe got up and opened the door and the flying Digimon soared into his chest. T.K. laughed while letting him before looking at Kari. \"Do you want to go get Salomon Kari? Patron seemed to have other plans and wants to come.\""
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"value": "Kari loved T.K.'s smile, it made her even more happy than she originally was. Just having her best friend with her made all her worries wash away! Just the two of them! Now she's like the sound of that.\nThe digidestined of light listened attentively to T.K. as he mentioned he brought tons of food, also he had rented this room out for the week, so nobody would be able to come in room aside from them of course. Before T.K. could finish his sentence, a familiar voice called him over.\nKari chuckled when T.K. sighed. \"Patron!\" She exclaimed, happily.\nIt was little unfortunate that Patron was here, but it was alright, the brunette didn't mind, if anything it is good that the Digimon came along, just in case they would have to fight some evil Digimon.\nKari found Patron flying T.K.'s arms incredibly adorable. \"Sure, let me call home and tell Matomo to come here.\" Kari said as she pulled out her phone to call home.\nAfter Matomo picked up, Kari informed her to meet her at café where they usually go to the digital world.\n\"She will be here in five to ten minutes.\" Kari informed T.K."
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"value": "T.K. watched as Kari talked to her own Digimon partner while Patron escaped his grasp and began to hover beside him. Once the conversation was\nFinished T.K. sat the desk and looked at her. \"So...how're you feeling? Be honest with me.\"\nHe normally didn't bring up negative topics when he was with her. But they were going to be in the Digital world for a few days. So he wanted to know her limitations. He also guessed it would be easier for her to answer if he explained his reasons so he pulled out the pink bikini and tossed it to her. \"The reason why is that I...well... I bought you this so we could go swimming in the river. If not we can just relax at the Hot springs.\"\nHis face blushed slightly, he hoped that Kari didn't find it weird or perverted that he had bought her a bikini as a gift. But it was too late to take back his words."
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"value": "\"I am feeling perfectly fine, Taker, thanks to Salomon of course,\" She remarked, happily as she hugged the cat Digimon. \"And besides I am happy you are here too, T.K., Patron.\"\nUnderstandable why T.K. would be concern about her health because they were going to the Digital World, but Kari has everything covered. Kari packed medicines just in case if she gets sick. She appreciated T.K. was worried about her though, that was very nice of him.\nKari looked puzzled when T.K. tossed her a pink bikini, begin to explained why her health may be concerning due to fact they were going swimming, or he was planning on going swimming.\nRemarkably adorable though when T.K. flushed red when he finished explaining why had given her a bikini.\n\"Is that so~? You brought me a pink bikini, did you? It is very cute, T.K. thank you very much.\" To show her gratitude, Kari stood on her tipping toes, leaned in to kiss the blonde on the cheek. \"Let's go to the digital world now!\" She proclaimed as she grabbed T.K.'s hand and beckoned their Digimon to come close before raising her digitize up in front of the computer screen.\nA beacon of light glow from the computer screen onto Kari's digitize, transported them into the digital world."
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"value": "Blue eyes opened to a stone ceiling, the cracks in the earth like lightning frozen in time, though despite the wear the structure held. His fathers people had indeed crafted sturdy dwelling, and it was all the better as they resided high over mountains and hidden within clouds. It was cool up here, different from the warmth of the Fire Nation. He felt at ease up here though, and a closeness to his father he rarely felt aside from when he was bending.\nIt had been months since they arrived at the Western Air temple. The thin air made bending harder to achieve, unless one was a master of the art itself. Kai do Yawned gently as he got up, feeling refreshed after the nights sleep. The morning was gloomy, though it had been made so, the cover of clouds was a good place to hide in. Though some found it unfavorable.\n\"Blast this moisture....how can anyone light so much as a candle up here!\" he heard the young prince shout for the fifth time this week. Than had been against going up to high, it made fire bending hard in this thin air, not to mention the moisture of the clouds kept fires at a very low. The Fire Prince was more inclined to huge massive explosions and displays of power, though Iron seemed pleased with the change of scenery, and it wasn't a surprise the old man was sipping tea out in the courtyard of the temple.\nStifling another yawn he walked out of his room, free-falling a few feet before a sudden gust of wind cushioned him inches from the solid ground. He slowly walked towards the two. \"How can one complain and yet waste so much hot air,\" he muttered, Than gave him a dark glance, but then simply huffed and walked off to another part. \"Good morning Master Iron,\" Kai do greeted the older gentleman. \"Is our pupil awake?\" he asked as he was poured a cup of tea by the old man.\n\" It would seem not....though perhaps give her a few more minutes too rest...after all she is learning two bending skills at once now\" the old general spoke and sipped. Kai do nodded, he was a patient sort, aside from when he was fighting, he took after his father in the sense of teaching."
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"value": "Silence filled the room as a trio slept on in a bedroom. On the bed, a dark haired figure was covered almost completely by a blanket, just a little bit of tousled hair and an arm showing. Meanwhile, one ball of fluff slept on the figures back while another was curled up above the persons head. Mika gave a soft groan as she stretched a bit, slowly beginning to wake up. As she stretched, the lump of fur on her back rolled off with a screech of surprise as it rolled onto the bed then fell onto the floor. Hearing the screech, Mika pushed herself up with a start and looked over the edge.\nSitting on the ground now was one of the lemurs that had become a common sight with both Mika and Kai do. This one was Kai dos usual companion while the one that was still sleeping on the pillow on the bed was her own, Kya. In the time that she'd had Kya, the small lemur had gotten over the obsessive crush she used to have on Kai do's lemur. \"Sorry boy.\" she said to the male lemur before swinging her legs over the edge of her bed and stretching a little more with a sigh, her back cracking a couple of times before she stood.\nThe young woman stepped over the lemur who was pouting and moved around her room, getting dressed and ready for the day. It was only a few minutes later that she was stepping out of her bedroom with two lemurs trailing after her. Mika was wearing a pair of simple light pants and a simple top, the outfit in the colors of the air benders. Because she's been training to use air bending lately, she's been using her air bending a lot more lately, wanting to practice as much as possible.\n\"Come on guys, we're late for breakfast.\" she said as she hurried along the path towards where they usually gathered for their meals. When she saw Iron and Kai do drinking tea together, she waved at them before smiling as she slowed down. \"Sorry we're late. Slept later than I meant to.\" she said while her lemur climbed up the back of her clothes onto her shoulder. Mika moved over to a seat and sat down with the two men."
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"value": "Kai do looked up as she walked out towards them. It was a bit different for him to see her as his student these past few weeks. Iron had told him not to allow himself to stray from the path of mentor, and the air bender had indeed not strayed, though he would have liked too. He busied himself when he was alone, studying more of Gangs scrolls and methods. He devised his own means to teach as well.\n\"Good morning,\" he replied as she joined them. Iron was already pouring a cup of tea. He waited for her to sit down. He did not say much though, pondering if the older man would want to take the first lesson for the day.\nIron however was content to finish his tea before asking her what she planned to do. It was unlike him to do so, after all he was the master, it wasn't proper for a student to decide the curriculum."
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"value": "Mika smiled at the two men as she took her seat. It had been a little difficult to transition from friend to student for her when it came to Kai do, but when it came to her studies, she was as serious with his lessons as she was with the rest of them. She took her studying and lessons very seriously, especially if there was anything dangerous going on with them. Like with the fire bending, she could always hurt herself or others, so she wanted Kai do and Than to keep away from each other during it.\nSeeing that Irish had poured her a cup of tea, she smiled wider and picked up the cup, lifting it to her lips and taking a sip before sighing softly. For a while she just sat there enjoying the tea before she coughed after swallowing wrong when she was asked what she planned to do, the question taking her a little by surprise. Mika was used to Iron and Kai do deciding what she was going to do.\n\"Well, I didn't have any plans.\" she told him. \"I was going to do my lessons like we usually do.\" she said, one of her hands going to her lemurs head and petting her while the other one scurried over to Kai do and climbed up onto his shoulder."
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"value": "Kai do gave a very faint smile, as if thinking Irons' sudden change of events had been a trick of some sorts, though the old man betrayed any thought of that by not responding aside from sipping the rest of his tea and pouring yet another cup. He liked tea as much as anyone else, but he thought perhaps Iron had an addiction to the stuff, he kept these thoughts to himself though and instead put down his empty cup.\n\"Well, I think perhaps today...our air bending training will consist of gathering a few rations,\" he said as no one else spoke. There was a long object by, his side, it seemed like a sort of walking stick perhaps, though none were sure as it was wrapped in a silk sheet and tied with twine. \"You'll b needing this to help me find the trees that grow along the mountain cliffs,\" he said and a gust of wind slid the parcel around the fire towards her.\nHe had worked on this for weeks now, the make was lost for some time, but of course Gang had left not just scrolls for his son, but scrolls of the crafts of his people. So Kai do had been working long and hard on a new glider. Of course, it was a bit different, as he used small light pieces of metal to keep the hinges together, aside from wood like his father had. It was still flight worthy and had designed of the four elements on its wings and tail rudder. Of course, she had only used his, which was the blue lemur winged glider his father had received as a gift. It had been damaged upon his fathers' death, but remade anew."
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"value": "Looking at Kai do, she saw him smiling slightly, and she tilted her head slightly, curiosity showing on her face. However, she remained silent as she watched her two teachers from over the rim of her tea cup. The young woman slowly sipped the warm tea, enjoying the scent and relaxing a while. When Kai do finally spoke up, she glanced at him.\n\"A few rations?\" she echoed. Mika hadn't noticed the long object by his side right away until Kai do said something, and she arched an eyebrow as he said that she'd need it to find the trees that grew along the mountain cliffs. Hearing the parcel sliding towards her, she used a little of her air bending to bring it to her, and she caught it with a gentle grasp. Holding it in her hands, she glanced at it then back up at him as she set across her lap.\nMika had a feeling that she knew what it was just by the feeling of it and her eyes lit up a bit. \"Is it?\" she started before untying the twine that was tied around it, and she opened the sheet before gasping. \"It is. A glider.\" she said, her excitement showing in her face as well as her voice as she lifted it from her lap and looked it over. \"You made this?\" she asked Kai do. She had only ever used Kai do's glider and ever since she'd started her air bending training, she'd wanted her own so that she wouldn't have to borrow his all the time."
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"value": "He gave a nod. \"Usually, an Air bender earns that after being able to...well properly bend,\" he said with a grimace as it sounded as if he was saying she could not. \"Though you are new to it...you will catch on, and there is no better way to learn, then to feel it for yourself,\" he said. \"So today we will be riding the air currents, and you will feel them with your body and mind....physically and mentally,\" he said.\nIron did not say anything, whether he approved or disagreed Kai do did not know, but he took his silence as a sign that he should go ahead with it.\n\"When you are ready, meet me in the room of the western tower,\" he said. Since the building where upside down, he chose one of the largest towers, that hung lowest, it would have a nice current around there, but not one so strong that she would be sucked away by it and unable to control."
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"value": "Mika smiled brighter when he nodded, and she glanced back down while running her fingers over the glider in her lap. \"It's beautiful.\" she told him. She wanted to hurry around to where Kai do sat and hug him in thanks for what he'd done, but since he was now her teacher, she thought it would probably be better not to at the moment.\nAs he told her about what they would be doing that day, she nodded while once more returning her gaze to him so he knew he had her full attention. After she was told to meet him when she was ready, she nodded quickly. \"Okay. I'll be there in a little bit.\" she told him. She needed to eat breakfast first. Gently laying the glider next to her, she began eating some of the fruit that was there. Mika didn't eat too much, and she was soon heading off for the western tower."
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"value": "Michael Zimmerman enjoyed the relative silence that occurred around dinner. As a member of the ruling council of Salem, his days were often long and quite busy; but his evenings were usually filled with both privacy and companionship that couldn't be found outside the walls of his penthouse. And aside from his bodyguard, all others were prohibited from entering except in an emergency. He'd made the point of making sure that he got the privacy that he desired: specifically in the forms of audio scramblers, laser proof walls, and one-way glass that could stop anything short of a missile.\nIt had been about a year ago that he'd first met the woman who'd become his constant companion, lover, and advisor. Officially, she was his personal bodyguard; which meant that she went (and experienced) everything that he did. And as such, she was a part of his own machinations to take over the city for his own purposes. Those in power before him had, in his opinion, grown stagnant and were sorely in need of new vision. And while he'd only taken his seat a few years earlier, the 27-year-old had already built (and continued to build) a power base of his own; which guaranteed that he wasn't going to be pulled from the heights of power anytime soon.\nWhile he'd taken interest in his companion at the time she was rising to be champion of motor ball, it wasn't until they'd actually met that he'd made the discovery. He'd made it a point to meet with the newest arrival to Salem almost immediately after her arrival; and there'd been a sense of recognition that he hadn't expected. While he'd been able to discern that he'd fallen in love with her; he quickly discovered that she seemed to share similar goals. And making her his personal bodyguard gave her access to everything he did, which also made her the perfect partner.\nHowever, at this moment; he was enjoying both dinner and the company of his companion. And while tomorrow would prove to be as hectic as any other, tonight would prove to have pleasures of its own. \"So, what's on your mind?\" He finally broke the silence over dessert."
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"value": "The purple haired girl sat across the table in a light blue short dress. She let out a sigh a bit as she poked at her mashed potatoes. She had a not even opened chocolate bar next to her dish which is strange considering her love for it. The twenty four-year-old let out a sigh as she looked away from Michael and out the window. \"I uhm....it's that day...the one when all those lives were lost....when Hugo died back eight years ago....my goal to come up to Salem....leave my father behind to hunt down Eyes....it...it still has not ended.\" She closes her eyes remembering all of her past. The time that Dr. Do and his assistant fixed her up and brought her back from the junkyard. The friends she made. The puppy she had. How she learned all her training and had to become part of murder ball. It was amazing and horrible....she may be a star, but she feels everything from living down below the plate. The girl closed her eyes thinking of how she first met Michael trying to hire a bodyguard and ran into her during an attempt on Eyes. She would close her eyes thinking of how he has allowed her to stay in Salem even though she spoke of her past...and the fact that he knew of her fame from the stupid sports game.\nAnita rubs the back of her head, \"I need to do murder ball....so I can get closer....and closer to these Eyes...and help us get rid of this whole insane system that hurts everyone.... but.... sometimes I wonder if I was better suited for cheering.... I used to think it was so cool but then... all that death.\" She paused as she felt the pushing of a nose looking down at the dog they had, \"Hey you.... I am fine...\" She looks up at Michael, \"Sorry... not much for me to look forward to during this particular day....\"\nAnita looks at the dog as she picks him up, \"Still glad you let me keep him... I mean technically on paper you are my boss...that is what a sponsor is, but I missed animals.... I had a dog once....he didn't last long an uh piece of junk killed him....but....my father use to have a black tabby cat he would talk of.\" She shook her head a bit as she took a piece of meat scrap and held it down for the dog to chew on. \"Michael.... how long can we keep this up.... my parts are what make me who I am.... I may be able to do things normal but.... how long without my father around can we keep me running.... my parts breaking is not something we can just ignore.\""
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"value": "Michael pushed his half-eaten dish of strawberry ice cream aside as Anita began speaking, his expression growing serious as she continued. While as always, he'd worn a three-piece suit out of the penthouse; and once they got home, he usually discarded both jacket and waistcoat for comfort’s sake. It was true that he had much the same fondness for strawberries that she had for chocolate, and his position guaranteed that they'd both be well taken care of. He hadn't actually forgotten that it was that day, but he'd also been too busy to really have a good sit-down talk about it. He'd realized a few years ago that she still carried guilt for all the events that happened, even though many of them had been beyond her control. And rather than try and to convince her that it really wasn't all her fault, he'd instead settled on a position of both acceptance and concern.\n\"I've spent the past seven years learning everything I can about the technology that your body is made of, and close to five years of covert research in an attempt to regain it.\" He'd begun the research in secret when he'd discovered (and shortly thereafter shared with her) the knowledge that Eyes had been the one responsible for the technological devolution that the human race had fallen under over the past few centuries. Which really made it yet another reason that the two of them needed to take over and determine how things were done. He'd been forced to rely on mnemonic uploads while sleeping to accumulate both the knowledge base and the practical application. As such, he'd taken over the necessary maintenance on his own. And keeping the full extent of her capacities a secret was also one of those things that could be considered an ace in the hole.\n\"I am, at this point, quite capable of rebuilding you from the bottom up.\" He reminded her gently, rising to his feet then walking around the table. He slipped his arms around her shoulders from behind, tenderly kissing her on her right temple before continuing to speak. \" We promised to take care of each other, remember? So as long as we're together, everything is going to work out. \""
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"value": "Anita closed her eyes as she felt the kiss. She brushed her hair back as she looked up at Michael, \"I want to believe that...and this but....every step we get towards Nova....just is three steps back.\" She would lean back more as she kissed him, \"I need to make sure you are safe.... Nova knows I am going for him.... I mean he is eyes after all...he can see in anyone with a chip...\" She paused as she thought of it, \"We did remove your chip right.... I know you said we did but....this is Nova...he is as old as me...and let's face it... I was literally in status for over 300 years.\"\nShe pauses as she thinks a bit and stands up brushing her dress a bit, \"Well guess we can put dinner in the fridge till we are hungry...\" She leans into Michael a bit, \"So you lived up here for a long time....you're ever going to show me around not as your bodyguard....or maybe go on a real date?\""
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"value": "\"When the time is right, we'll reveal everything.\" Michael captured Anita's chin long enough to give her a rather passionate kiss, then followed it up with a peck on the nose. 'And I can think of one way to make you feel better.\" He disengaged himself from her, returning to his seat long enough to finish his dessert. When he'd done that, he waited until she was ready; taking advantage of the extra seconds to review his schedule for tomorrow.\nTomorrow was one of those rare days when his schedule didn't start until nearly lunchtime, which meant that they'd have some time in the morning to just simply be together. With her help, the two of them cleaned up dinner and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Once everything was done for the evening, Michael took Anita's hand and led her into the bedroom; closing the door behind them with his foot.\nThe view from the bedroom was even more spectacular than from the main portion of the penthouse. He pulled her close and kissed her again, stroking her cheek lovingly; then taking the opportunity to help her, and let her help him, undress. They'd taken to sleeping in the nude almost from the beginning, and her cybernetic body never had bothered him in any way. If anything, it made her more beautiful to him; as he'd told her more than once. Once they were clothes free, his attention was diverted to the view by a hover car that passed just close enough to draw the eye. He stood looking out the window for a moment, still holding her close; for a moment before giving her his undivided attention."
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"value": "Anita blushes as she feels the kiss. As he kissed her nose the girl would brush back her hair as she took a deep breath and would eat a bit more knowing she needs it for her energy. She glanced up at him as she blinked standing slowly and helping gather the dishes some with her food still on it. She would seal it up placing it in the fridge as she turned seeing Michael with the dishwasher, \"So....where are we.\"\nShe felt her hand be taken as he leads her to their bedroom. Her face bright red as she felt the kiss and would pause feeling him starting to undress her. She felt the strap of her dress slid off as she would let the fabric fall down to the floor and off her arms. Anita would take a deep breath as she then would start to work on Michael's pants starting to unbuckle his belt and then work on the zipper. ’T...thank you...\" She would blush taking the compliment on her body again as she had her back facing the window not even realizing about the hover car which was close enough to see them.\nAnita would wrap her arms around Michael as she mumbled, \"So....when do you have to be up for tomorrow?\""
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"value": "It was the rare moments like this that made all the planning, work, and tediousness of it all worth it. Michael'd felt long ago that he'd found more than just kinship, but a true soul mate in Anita. He let himself enjoy the feeling of their naked bodies together, though it was hard to keep himself from getting aroused. So, he really didn't bother to try.\n\"We don't have to be up until mid-morning.\" He reminded her, taking advantage of the moment to pull her body form-fittingly against his. He engaged her in a lingering kiss that was both hungry and lustful; letting his hands wander freely along her body, and even giving her nicely shaped butt a firm squeeze. When the kiss ended, he pulled his head back from hers just far enough that he could look at her face; and let himself luxuriate at the moment."
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"value": "Xiaomi\nThe light flickered weakly inside the crowded bar and heavy clouds of smoke drifted through the building obscuring everything inside the grimy bar, the smell of cheap alcohol and sweat was so heavy you could almost taste it coating your tongue. Voices murmured lowly throughout the place with the occasional burst of laughter from some corner. Sitting at a table alone sat a woman who looked as if she might've belonged to the red-light district. She sat back in a relaxed position, one arm folded under her chest and the other holding onto her Kaiser, smoke drifting from her mouth and mixing with what was already circulating. The ornaments in her hair, glinted in the dull light and tingling ever so slightly when she moved.\nHer eyes lazily drifted over the faces of the patrons seeking out the one that she was to be meeting with and wondered if the Robin she had sent word to would make it.\nThe women name was Xiaomi and though she could be mistaken for a geisha she was in actuality a spy and very good at her work however, she belonged to no organization, group, had no loyalties or ties with anyone and answered to no one. She chose assignments based on difficulty as well as and more importantly, how much money she would make from it. She thought over the events that had brought her here now; her last assignment she had over-heard something she had not expected, the information was far more valuable than what she had been offered and so had opted against giving the information up to her client. Furthermore, she considered once more, what she was doing and looked over her plan one more time, assuring herself this was the best course she let out a small breath. Rolling her shoulders, she shook her head slightly and placed the mouthpiece of the Kaiser between her slightly parted lips and inhaled, the embers in the bowl burning brightly as she did so."
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"value": "Aikotraveled the lands of Japan as she had fought her way through hordes of enemies for some Yen in her pocket. Though what she craved was power and that is why she hired a very good spy to check up on things as she knew about two groups on the whipsaws of people's mouths. Though of course she couldn't confirm the groups as she was just a broken down samurai turned Robin so she couldn't actually get any credible information. It was very odd for a woman to apply her trade in the blade in her home country that is dominated by males that face the blade and themselves as tough guys. She had take down a lot of meet that thought themselves like this. Though not master of any art she was proficient in many. As she lazily walked into the capital of her homeland she lazily stared at the shopkeepers, the other waitresses at tea houses and the like. Meanwhile, she got stares back, sure women were mostly doing the work like shrines or tea houses, but she didn't care. That is till her walk was delayed as she stopped seeing a few men holding out their Katina's like they wanted to fight as she had a hand on her hilt.\n\"Why is a woman doing this work? You know the last woman we fought? She lost and ended up pleasing us! You want that same kind of treatment bitch?! Put that cute sword away and actually go work at a tea house or one of the shrines and pray to the many gods you may see today!\" The man in a roughly put on Yucatán yelled at her as the others didn't say anything, but they enforced that they were there to basically put the pain on her as she only smirked.\" You all obviously don't know how to handle a woman, nor a warrior either... I guess I will have to put the two gather and handle you myself.\" She said as she slowly unsheathed her blade which was a tad longer than a traditional Katina but not as long as DieKatana as she held out in a very popular and defensive stance. She could easily go to town on these thugs, but it was easier to make them look like fools if they lived. That is a big might if they did live as she eyed the middle one which looked twitchy compared to the other two. Shocked by this spectacle a big crowd began to form around them as the thugs looked at the onlookers with disdain while AIK down't even bother looking at them. This only spurred on the crowd to cheer for the lone swordswoman as she faced down some lowly thugs ran by some probably bigger thug in this part of Kyoto.\nThe battle was quick almost too quick as they thugs charged all at once as AIK side stepped the middle she parried the left and then side stepped the right. One by one she did simple attacks that didn't kill them but would make it to where they were useless fighters. She cut places on their arms that would cripple them for life as she moved through the thugs dancing like a deadly dancer she managed to cut every thug in a way that not a drop of blood got on her, but it was flowing down their arms. As they all screamed dropping their swords the middle one looked up at AIK as she glared,\"You wanted to have 'fun' with me right? You lowly creature? Well I think...\" She looked at her blade as it glinted in the sunlight as she then took it with lighting fast precision and cut the man's head off making it fly off rolling down a second of the road as his body crumbled to the side bleeding as she looked at the others.\" You share this man's belief that you should have your way with me? That I am not any worth a warrior than you lowly creatures?\" She asked her voice hard and cold as the others just shook their heads filled with pain at their newest disabilities and ending of careers as thugs.\" Good I hate to waste my time with you miscreants get out of here...or I will behead you all next.\" She said her voice lined like the edge of a blade as the other two ran off in fright despite their wounds.\nOne quick movement she sheathed her blade as the onlookers clapped due to her performance some of them even wanted to say hello to her, but she shooed them away casually. She didn't have time for this nonsense! She was here to hunt for something anything that could help her achieve power beyond any man in this country holds. To command armies like the men that stand behind them! Like Nonage or Tokugawa! Though without a clan, or any kind of bloodline she was short out of luck in any way of achieving any status. This weighed heavily on her as she walked through the city, it was bustling and annoying, people came to and fro as she avoided most of the easily till she found the Tea house that she was supposed to meet her informant in that she had spent great deal of Yen to get. When she entered the smokey room a lot of the occupants stopped and stared at her as she ignored them all looking around. The person was a geisha or had that image of a geisha as she kept looking around. Sad thing is that there were several geisha around, but only one seemed to be enjoying a smoke. With intuition she slowly approached the woman. Though instead of talking AIK just sat next to her noticing that the woman would spot her as she was the most interesting person in the tea house she looked at the bar tender as he nodded. \"What will it be today?\" He asked as she looked down, \"Some Sake please....\" She said her voice was hard as the man blinked nodding slightly, \"O-of course I will be back with your cup and bottle...\" he said rushing away as she just nodded, slowly her eyes moved to the Geisha,\"Are you Xiaomi? In the missive? Said you had something for me?\" She asked as she kept her voice level doing a lazy pose to show that she had nothing really special going on besides talking to her informant."
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"value": "Xiaomi\nSome time later Xiaomi's gaze was drawn to the entrance of the building as a newcomer arrived. The spy could tell the new arrival had not simply wandered in here by chance, she was looking for someone specifically. The elegant woman had not actually met with the person she'd sent the note too, just knew that the person was a Female Ronin named AIK. From the look of things, she guessed that the woman who had just entered was the AIK she was waiting for, she sat and watched as the swordswomen gaze swept over the occupants as she searched, her gaze eventually falling on Xiaomi herself. The female Ronin was hard to miss as she commanded attention, the other occupants looking at her with different expressions on their faces as she stood there. There were times when it benefited Xiaomi to command attention but for the most part, spies worked better when they went unnoticed and It's what she preferred. After a moment, the Ronin made her way through the building and towards her, coming to sit next to her.\nXiaomi merely took another drag from her Kaiser as she nodded slightly to her new companion as the mysterious swordswoman ordered something. She watched the man scurry away from them to grab AIK's sake. At AIK's question she nodded her head slightly, a little smile on her lips as she blew the smoke out. \"I am, you must be AIK then.\" she said, her voice both soft and coy as she spoke.\n\"Hamm; simply put, I recently came upon some...information I believe you will find rather invaluable.\" she eventually said, keeping her voice low and even as she tapped her Kaiser out. \"The information was worth more than I was being offered but...is also fairly useless to me.\" she said, finally turning to look at the woman she had sent the missive too. She paused and waited while the bar tender returned to serve the Ronin her sake before asking if he could do anything else to which the two women shook their heads 'no' in response, the man nodding and scurrying away once more. \"Before I give you this information, we should discuss terms. I don't want any money for this.\" she said rather bluntly. \"I would like to form a kind of partnership, instead.\" she continued as she filled her Kaiser once more.\n\"In exchange, I can guide you to a 'power that helps one to command and conquer'.\" She said, quoting some of what she had overheard before she took a drag from the elegantly crafted pipe, the embers briefly lighting up part of her face."
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"value": "AIK nodded as the man came with her Sake, taking a cup she poured some sipping it listening to the woman. \"Oh, you do?\", AIK responded dully though it had an edge to it as she never really let her guard down. As Xiaomi continued to explain that this information was way more than what she was paid for AIK looked a little annoyed, however, once the rest of the statement left Xiaomi's mouth AIK returned to an impassive stare. That is when she heard it \"partnership\" which threw her for a loop, nobody man or woman would want to team up with her let alone go after something so big just to be there and not expect something. As she wound down from her whole explanation AIK had already downed several cups of Sake putting them on the bar her hard eyes moved till they rested on Xiaomi.\" So you expect me to just assume you wish to have a partnership? Not that you want to be a very rich woman after this is all over or sell me to some Dynamo for what we are searching for?\" Aiko explained as she was very untrusting of people around her, considering most were out for themselves, or they wanted to have a piece of her, herself."
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"value": "The setting takes place at the Ibrahim 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 nowadays, 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 Shira mansion, and she pushes the door open, and she enters into the Shira mansion and takes a look around it for a bit.\nSatoshi walks into the guest room of the Shira 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 awakened me?.... I owe you thanks.\" the memory playing in his hea dlike movie. \"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, Vincent's 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 Shira?\" 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 its 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 hallway for the mansion doors."
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"value": "Satoshi eventually woke up from her sleep when she heard thunder bombers 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 Joseph Roth 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 martial that Aries gave to her before she died at the hands of Joseph Roth sword, and she hates Joseph Roth 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 Shira 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 Shira were torn asunder, buildings abandoned from war, the only thing visible was the power station in the heart of Shira 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 NOVA'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 men eyes. \"Come on, we haven't got all night. Joseph Roth must return for our plans to work. Shira 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 Joseph Roth and start to take control of what was left of Shira. \"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 Joseph Roth. 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 breath and couldn't;t believe that Joseph Roth will be back again, and she needed to get the heck away from this place as far as possible. And she hates it when the enemy is after her now and she held the white material close to her side. And she added it with her other material 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 Joseph Roth is reawakened let me tell him that white ninja girl Satoshi has the white material. And your right no one can stop us not even Cloud, Vincent or Satoshi will lose this fight for once and for all. And I'm ready to put the rest of this power life into Joseph Roth and your right Rude, he'll be more stronger than ever before. But no one knows where Satoshi is hiding at all, don't worry between you, Sephiroth, and I'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 material 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 material. \"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 its 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 Joseph Roth. \"Quick!\" Rude looked over to one of the door guards, \"Hand me the Jasmine, 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. Joseph Roth 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 Shira and end Cloud and his group.\" Rude said calmly, staring eye to eye with Joseph Roth.\nJoseph Roth 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?....\" Joseph Roth 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?\" Joseph Roth 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 Joseph Roth's grasp, no matter where we go, he'll try to track us down especially me since I have the white material 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 Joseph Roth,\"Rude and I are in charge of these commander fanlights and just to let you know the white ninja girl Satoshi has the white material in her passion, and we have no idea where she is hiding from us. We'll find her eventually, somehow Aries gave her the white material 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 Joseph Roth 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": "It was scorching hot in the desert. The sun was up in the cloudless sky beaming down onDaenerysand her eight thousand strong armies of Unsullied. The white horse which she was riding pressed its hoofs in to the sand below, creating an in print of it's foot before making another as it walked on and marched towards another enslaved city. The Mother of Dragons had already freed two cities, earning the name, 'Breaker of Chains' and intended on making a third victory for the freedom of people. Looking up in to the sky, she held one hand above her forehead to keep the sun from getting into her eyes. Up above were her three dragons, wings spread wide and flying through the air. Giving a smirk to herself she couldn't believe her luck, knowing that not so long ago she had nothing.\nFreeing slaves wasn't her goal though. Not in the long term anyway. Daenerys wanted what was hers by birthright, the iron throne. She had to wait though, bide her time and make no rash decisions. For now, she was determined to conquer the east and everything that came with it.\nAs they marched onwards, they came to the edge of the cliff with the Kingdom below it. Its walls looked very high and it's defenses very strong. Turning her head to a member of her army, Daenerys ordered the man to scout ahead, to see if there were any weak points which could fall under attack. For now though, they set up camp out of sight on top of the cliff which helped most of the men get out of the boiling heat.\nTents were set up and by nightfall camp fires were lit to help keep warm. The sudden change in temperature during the night was enough to make someone freeze to death if very weak and ill. It had been twelve hours so far, and the man Daenerys had sent to scout hadn't arrived back yet."
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"value": "The news had traveled fast along the unbleached shores of ESSS. An army was on the march, set to end the reign of the slaver-masters that had dominated the Free Cities for centuries. Not just any army either - every last member of the fearsome Unsullied walked in the train. The force which had once protected the order in the land was not bent on destroyed it. At its head rode one of the renowned Targaryen's, and like her ancestral forebears she seemed to control three dragons. Their fearsome wrath had reduced the rulers of the Slaver's Bay to ash, and her crusade of liberation seemed as unstoppable and inescapable as their stone-melting breath. Already Junkie and Astor - once considered unbeatable and eternal - had fallen to her. Now the last and greatest city of the Bay, Mean, had been besieged.\nFrom their vantage point upon the Great Pyramid, the rulers of Mean - the Wise Masters - looked out at the countless campfire of Daenerys' army. Their multicolored brick walls seemed to provide little protection when faced with a foe like this. What good were their crumbling and date defenses against dragon fire? Defeat stared them coldly in the face, and the sensation was wholly new and unpleasant to the city's arrogant lords.\nThere was one among them, however, who did not resource to panic or confusion. He was known only as the Harpy, his real identity kept a close secret. However, it was known that be descended from one of the city's most ancient families, which could trace its bloodline right back to the Discard. The idea of a foreigner harming his home was bad enough, but that fact it came in the form of a foreign woman was beyond insulting. He called upon his hidden army, the Sons of the Harpy, to undo her attack before it has even begun. A covert group of them intended to infiltrate the camp to either kill or capture Daenerys. Without her, he speculated, the army would evaporate. Taking five of his most elite, the Harpy and his men cloaked themselves in their dark-green robes and slunk like shadows into the besieger's camp."
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"value": "The cliff side was kept alight by the orange glows of fire scattered around the plains. There were so many Unsullied that the harsh yellow sand below wasn't visible, instead hidden under flesh and armor of every man. It wasn't hard to situate where Daenerys was as a large white structure, almost like a tent, was sat in the middle of the large group. Inside were only two people, the Queen herself and herhandmaidenMissandei.\nThe blonde ruler looked at her aid whilst she sat down drinking some wine. \"You can sit as well, it has been a long day. Please, make yourself comfortable.\" That was one thing Disbanded liked about Daenerys, she was always caring and considerate and only harsh when she needed to be.\n\"What is wrong? You looked worried?\"\nDisbanded then turned to her Queen and spoke openly. \"I don't like Mean. It has a fierce reputation towards its slaves. It even has an arena for its slaves, and they make them do horrible things. Things like...\" Disbanded was interrupted by the scout who came bursting in. \"I'm sorry your grace for the intrusion, but I have found a way. The west side has an opening in to the sewers.\"\nDaenerys stood up immediately and sanctioned him to order troops ready to march towards it."
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"value": "Night birds screeched in the velvet dark. The sun sunk quickly as a heavy musk of leather and animal droppings hung heavy over the camp. There was an air of steady order as the business of the day began to draw to a close. Soldiers and servants bustled about with purpose, moving between the many multicolored tents that dotted the plain like exotic mushrooms. The Harpy and his men move among them like ghosts, as unnoticed as the flickering shadows that ran along the canvas walls of the camp.\nAs a boy, the Harpy had enjoyed hunting and killing snakes. He had learned very young that even the deadliest creature was useless without a head. No matter what its cunning or bravery, it only took a single swift firm stroke to kill it. That same logic had occurred to him here. Without their revered Mother and Queen, this fearsome besieging army would curl up and die in the dust.\nWhile he assured himself - and his peers - that the safety of the city was his main motivator, the Harpy had his own darker and more carnal concerns. Defeating the 'Mother of Dragons' was not enough for him. He intended to have her enslaved and chained, a fitting and degrading punishment for one who had scorned the ancient customs of this land. Moreover, it would please him and the Masters immeasurably to have her used in a fashion that would appall the basest Bravos whore. Her beauty would become his property and her body his plaything. This was what truly drove him on such a dangerous mission.\nThere was no mistaking Daenerys' tent, standing out extravagantly in the center of the camp. To the Harpy's great surprise it was barely guarded, only a pair of Unsullied standing by their door. With their vision and hearing obscured by their clunky antique helmets, they never even sensed the men creeping up on them until they felt the knives open their throats. Quickly the bodies were dragged into the darkness as the Harpy and his men surrounded the capacious pavilion. With a pair of them at his back, he stalked swiftly into the tent with a determined stride, looking a lot more confident than he felt."
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"value": "Each of the three Dragons she loved were up in the sky flying off somewhere. Given their size and temperament Daenerys could hardly keep them on a leash. The mother wasn't worried though, she knew they would come back, they always had and always would she thought.\nAfter learning of the entrance in to Mean, the Queen knew this was going to be easier than she first thought. Returning to her seat, she gazed at her handmaiden and gave a warm smile. \"Well Mean will not exist any more after tonight, you have my word\" A hand wondered over to rest on top of Disbanded's to help reassure her.\nNearly four thousand men moved through the sand outside, their armor clinking together and their spears banging against their shields, creating a noise just loud enough to help some intruders bypass the sleeping. It may have sounded hard, sneaking across another four thousand men, surely one most of been awake and would have seen shadows moving, but the wind carried the light of the flames back towards them, creating an ever darker distance.\nEach guard standing in front of the tent was killed hidden before Daenerys saw a man enter her tent.\n\"Who are you?!\" She said in a steady tone, trying to hide some or most of her fear. \"You have some nerve.\""
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"value": "The flickering light in the tent blinded the Harpy for a few moments, but once his vision cleared the sight he saw was even more stunning. Stories of Daenerys' beauty were as widely spread as tales of her dragons, and they were clearly just as real. Certainly her nubile figure was readily apparent between her sheer cyan dress. She was much younger than he expected, pouting at him with a youthful petulance cloaked in royal arrogance. To his immediate relief and pleasure she was accompanied only by a maidservant - a comely one at that. It was certainly comforting to see her notorious dragons were absent, even as much as the Harpy was intrigued by them. Exhaling slowly, he allowed himself a wicked grin as introduced himself.\n\"They call me the Harpy,\" he oozed. \"I came here to find a queen, and instead I find a girl playing dress-up.\" He held up his scimitar, the white steel blade glinting in the dancing firelight, keeping the tip just beneath Cassandra's quivering chin. \"Now if you make a single noise, I will gut your lovely little pet here.\" Keeping his cruel smile fixed on Daenerys, his two men swiftly moved behind both women, binding their slender wrists tight with coarse rope, then shoving them to their knees and tying their ankles. They worked with the skill of men long practiced in restraining and capturing people.\nWith a mocking little laugh he sneered at Daenerys. \"Shall we take a nice walk and Seymour the night air?\" His guards roughly gagged both women forcefully, before sliding black sacks over their heads. \"You shall get to see Mean after all, my queen,\" -he dropped the last two words venomously- \"although I think you shall not enjoy your stay, yes?\" As his soldiers hefted both their captives over their shoulders like sacks, an urgent whisper came from outside.\n\"The army is moving, milord! We have to get going!\"\nThe Harpy kicked over one the candle stands, allowing the flame to catch on a silken curtain. The pavilion began to burn fast in a wall of green licking fire. He and his men then quickly but calmly moved off into the chaos of the milling camp, the burning tent serving as a distraction for their escape. No-one one around them noticed the sinister figures or the loads they were bearing, being two distracted by the mounting confusion. The small group headed back towards the city, adrenalin pounding as they bore their prizes away."
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"value": "On the third pass across from the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy, Caleb focused as hard as he could on the small, distraction-free study room that he needed. He hadn't even known about the room - or at least not where it was or if it was even real - until he'd agreed to become a tutor. The Room of Requirement seemed like far too grand a thing to use for studying, but he'd gotten used to it by now.\nThe door appeared, and Caleb Hargrove slipped inside quickly. He wasn't sure how open a secret it was, to be honest. He certainly wasn't going to be saying a single word about it to anyone, but given his relatively circumscribed social network, it was entirely possible that the entirety of Slytherin knew about it. Hell, he might have been the last one in Hogwarts to find out.\nCaleb snatched his Hufflepuff yellow-and-black scarf from out of the door just before it closed behind him. He had gotten it caught before and was not keen on repeating that. He was actually kind of glad that his robes were too small to wear, because he could far-too-easily imagine how easily those would get caught. Furthermore, he had grown a fairly startling five inches in the last year, and his parents couldn't afford the replacement of the robes yet. If he really had to wear them he would just make do, but in the meantime he was glad to be wearing jeans and a sweater and to not have to worry about it.\nInside the room, Caleb checked the books and the small alembic and burner and container of ingredients. It was a waste of time, because the room always provided what he required for reviewing the week's potions work, but he had nothing but time to check. She was late, of course, as usual. Caleb wiped the lenses of his thick-rimmed glasses and slid onto the bench behind the table. He sighed and opened one of the books to pass the time.\nAt least there wouldn't be a lot to go over. Potions class with Professor Cartridge had been disrupted today by a purplish explosion caused by Jack Laverton, and he'd very nearly come to blows with Cartridge in class. Nearly twenty minutes of class time elapsed before Jack and Professor Cartridge returned, Jack unusually docile. Caleb figured Cartridge must have really let him have it, because Jack seemed almost a zombie even after class let out..."
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"value": "The chilly fall air wiped around Davina Claire as she made her way back into the castle. Some of the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students set out to the forbidden forest to party and hangout in-between classes and studying. Despite their reputation for being bookworms the Ravenclaw pupils seemed to party harder than anyone else on campus. It always made Davina laugh as she watched them stumble around drunk having the most boring conversations. She proceeded to enter the castle and heading down to the dungeons to enter the Slytherin common room. Davina looked at the time sighing softly.\nComing from a long line of pure bloods her family expected much from her. She received one bad grade and her father blew the left side of their mansion away in anger. He was notoriously known as a hothead. Many wizards and witches feared the Claire name. Dating back to early 1500s the Claire name was one to be feared. Historically the entire family has been sorted into Slytherin. Except Davina's great uncle who was sorted into Gryffindor. It caused quite the scandal with her great uncle finally leaving to America to rid himself of the family name. Davina always felt a bit jealous because of that. She at certain times in her life had prayed she would be able to just run away.\nDavina gathered her books in her slender arms and grudgingly walking towards the room of requirement. It wasn't the most well known secret at Hogwarts, but enough kids knew about it that on the rare nights the students could sneak out of bed they would party in there. Davina moved on quote pilot as she made her way up the grand hall staircase. She smiled and waved as friends passed by her as she headed up to the room of requirement.\nDavina finally reached the third pass from the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy and checked the surroundings. With no one in sight she focused on the wall willing for the study room to appear. As the small wooden door appeared Davina darted through it quickly. Just a suspected Caleb was there already studying. \"You're here early.\" She stated knowing well enough that she was late. She placed her books down on the table before pulling out her wand. The moment she felt it was cold a fireplace formed along the South end of the wall. \"You don't mind right?\" She asked not waiting for a response. With a small wave of her wand a fire appeared instantly warming up the room. She sat down next to Caleb studying him for a moment. Two years ago...hell even last year she wouldn't have spoken to him. Now that he had grown up a bit he was actually kind of hot.\nDavina shook her head as those thoughts flooded her mind. This was Caleb she was thinking about. The chubby kid who seemed to keep to himself. \"Did you notice in class today how weird Jack got....usually it takes a lot more to settle him down, but he seemed like he was in a trance or something.\" She noted as she reluctantly opened up her books."
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"value": "When Davinafinallycame into the room, Caleb shook his head just a bit, smiling wryly. \"Am I charging your dad so much you can't afford a watch? You know I only accepted what he offered...?\" He said it before he really thought about what he was about to say or who he was talking to. It wasn't that Davina had ever really given him a reason to be scared of her so much as the reputation of the Claire family generally. That and the fact that she was rich and popular and cool all combined to make him get a tiny bit red at having actually said that out loud instead of just keeping it in his head.\nHe even mentioned it, taking his glasses off to avoid looking at her -- a common trick around her because, seriously, look at her! -- and said, \"did I say that out loud...?\" He really wished she hadn't lit the fire. It was a little bit chilly in the room, sure, but he was already warm from the flush of embarrassment and she sort of had that effect on him all the time, anyway. The warming effect.\nHe was grateful that she changed the subject, though, as she slid onto the bench beside him. He scooted over to keep their legs from bumping and wished he wasn't thinking of not doing it and seeing if he could get away with it next time. \"Yeah, I did,\" he said. \"He got worked up more than usual, too...\" Jack was known for getting a little out of control, but usually only a little. Today had been Jack getting much more animated than usual much faster and then, like a switch, apparently.\n\"I mean, maybe someone finally found the thing to say to him that actually works or maybe this was, like, a last straw sort of thing...\" He trailed off thoughtfully as he reran her words through his head. \"You don't think it wasactuallya trance, do you?\""
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"value": "As Caleb spoke Davina, she for the first time since having these tutoring sessions forced on her gave him an honest look. His comments genuinely surprised her considering every time Caleb opened his mouth it was to either answer a question or to shyly respond to one of her more sassy comments. Throughout their entire schooling Davina could on;y remember a handful of times that Caleb actually spoke up. In fact if it wasn't in class she never heard him speak. She wondered about his backstory, but they did not run within the same circles. If her friends found out she was getting tutoring help from a Hufflepuff student they would never let her live it down.\nDavina laughed off Caleb's comments. If she were in the mood she would have tortured him a bit before letting him off the hook. She knew the power her last name gave her, and she learned at an early age it could get her what she wanted. The look on his face alone gave her enough satisfaction.\n\"I mean the only person he saw before that was Professor Cartridge...and I highly doubt the Professor would have done that. Imagine the outcry from parents if they found out teachers were using spells on students. They would be hung in the clock tower courtyard. And then the Daily Prophet would have a field day literally. I'm sure the Professor just scared him a bit.\" Davina tried to laugh it off but somewhere deep down there was that nagging feeling. Something was off with the entire situation. Normally the Professor would chaste him in front of the entire class. Why pull Jack out this time?\n\"I mean surely you don't think he did it right?\" The more she thought about it the crazier it sounded to her. The actually thought of something going on at Hogwarts was just unimaginable. There was no way it could or would happen for the matter. Professor Cartridge had been a staple of the Hogwarts staff for years now without an incident.\nDavina had noted Caleb's eagerness to move away from her once she had sat on the bench. Now this she could have fun with. She needed to change the subject anyway it was getting a bit to deep for her. Slowly edging her body towards his taking care to do it slowly she inched her way towards him. With every word she grew closer and closer to him until their arms touched. Davina pretended not to notice as she waited for his response."
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"value": "\"Not literally,\" Caleb said before he could stop himself. He bit the inside of his cheek a little to punish himself for letting that slip out and glanced away from the distracting attractive girl. Obviously she wasn'ttthatdistractingly attractive or he'd not have caught her saying that the paper would literally have a field day with the story of a professor casting on students. A brief image of Professor Cartridge frozen in the shape of a ring, hands on his own toes, as he was tossed over the neck of a bottle at a carnival or of him as a giant laying out in a field with a croquet course set up on him made Caleb smile briefly and forget correcting her. Hopefully Davina did too.\n\"But I.... I don't know. I mean, it's not as if there isn't any precedent. And have you...\" Caleb began to stumble over his words as she seemed to be moving nearer to him. He couldn't very well shift away from her both because it would be obvious and because the workbench was rather small. Caleb remembered with some slight shame that it was that way because he'd wished it when first finding the room. He assumed that the magic had thought that the space being small and forcing them to be close had been one of the requirements, perhaps.\n\"Have you noticed the three Gryffindor girls in the back? They...\" He looked down at her arm against his and touched his tongue to his lips to try and somehow force out the words. \"They haven't been chatty at all these last few days, and I saw them walking together yesterday just sort of looking straight ahead.\" He lifted his arm away from hers and very awkwardly pushed it through his already unruly, dark hair. Caleb forced a laugh and said, \"but maybe there's just something going around...\"\nHis eyes settled on hers after dragging up from her arm and, incidentally of course, over her breasts and long neck and lovely lips as his brow went up. \"Areyouokay?\""
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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 probably find a boyfriend 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 something 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. Furthermore, 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.\nFurthermore, she 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 classroom 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 friends 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 Salami, was his name. Light is written with the kanji for moon and Salami 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 bedroom 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 hardworking 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 than that. He wasn't Just Light Salami. The son of Schizo Salami 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. Every day, he had watched innocent people's announced death on T. V or another rape victim. The world cant goes on like this any more 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 have 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 dying 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, if 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 notebook of a minigame, death god. It enabled him to kill any human as long as he had a name, a face, a pen and that specific notebook. 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 homework 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 known. Furthermore, 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 eyesight 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 glaring at her as if he was the most popular guy in school, and they hated her for him seeming to have an interest in her. Sighing some she shook here had and looked out the window seeing Light look out it to and she tried to see what he was looking at, but she saw nothing. She looked around the classroom Sean 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 putting 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 walking 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 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 slowing 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's 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 classroom. 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 allay ways. They were darker and if he stayed in the shadows safer than 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 he should hold her. Oh, what the hell, it's 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": "\"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 hallway 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 it's 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 Salami 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 bedroom 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 Salami?\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 Studio, the twined daughter of a very rich family 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 Salami 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 didn't stand a chance. She was something you looked at a distance. So much mystery lie around her, for she hardly spoke a word to them. The only voice she gave was in the classroom 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 himself thought 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 wasn't 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 thought, 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 the hatred that. He was the one who was supposed to be better than 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 it's 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 Studio 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 wasn't 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? Patience she 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 cue even 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 wasn't any ordinary boy she was playing with after all. What a pity he didn't come overoffer to carry her books. Shed practiced her girlish giggle for hours on the phone with Ravine just last night. It wasn't 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 scripted 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. He, 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 be careless if they were around or not. There was nothing he enjoyed more than being alone in his room working on becoming more than 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 have 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": "Far queen Krystal yawned as she sat in her large silver throne. She was bored with her life, and wanted some excitement! She ran a hand through her hair, chanting softly until a mirror with an intricately carved silver dragon frame appeared. \"Where should I visit this time?\" She asked the horror, and an image of a fighting tournament flyer appeared. Her blue eyebrow raised, and she scrolled through the other images, trying to remember where her modest mansion lay in this dimension. She smiled when she found it.\nKrystal made the mirror disappear before Wallingford her right-hand man, Rock. He bowed respectively before smiling at her. \"What is it you require, my queen?\" He asked, still in a kneeling position. Despite the two of them having been friends since they were in diapers 2,000 years ago, he still was so formal.\nKrystal smiled softly. \"I'm leaving the dimension for a while. You are in charge, old friend.\" She replied softly, Rock nodding. He knew all to well the routine of his queen. She would always go to a new dimension, camp there for a while, then just disappear. What he wouldn't be expecting, is that this time, she'd bring someone home with her.\nIn a flash of blue light, she was there, GI securely on her form as she floated above the tournament area a moment before depending. \"I'd like to enter this fighting tournament.\" She told the man, aware of the looks she was getting. It was obvious not many girl were fighters bin this dimension."
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"value": "After the whole saving the world yet again had come to an end and things had calmed down, it was nice seeing things returning to normal. Even though the upcoming tournament was almost nothing compared to what Roku and his friends had fought through before, the young man couldn't help but be fired up about it and train getting ready for it; you never knew who you would encounter as your opponent there and Roku saw the tournament and the training leading up to it, as something like a nice work-out and to stay in shape.\nIt sure is nice, getting to experience things like this again Yamaha said after signing his name on the admission paper together with Then, Chaos, Krill in and Roku. Yeah, even though it will be a piece of cake Then answered, The other fighters here doesn't look as strong as us. You're probably not going to have a problem winning this tournament, Roku Krill in chuckled and patted his taller friend on the back. Why do you think that? Roku asked with an expression of slight confusion. Elm. You're basically the strongest fighter in the world Krill in shrugged, the other participants don't stand a chance.\nI don't believe that, Krill in, you never know who your opponent will be in these tournaments and only the strongest fighters make it to the finals. Roku looked fired up about the tournament and smiled with his fists balled up, also, I know that you guys will give your all.\nThere were a lot of fighters, different kind of people of all ages. There's something you rarely see Krill in blurted out at the sight of a beautiful woman, Yamaha almost having hearts for eyes as he laid eyes upon her, Do you think she is participating as well? Roku tilted his head, it was unusual to see women participating, the last one he had fought against was years ago. Nah, she is probably just someone coming to watch Yamaha shrugged, I'm going to show her my best side the boy said confidently, although he was awkward around women.\nThe young woman had entered the tournament despite what common sense told her. It was unusual for women to join the tournament; most of the participants there were men and gave Hana weird looks as she walked among them in the hall. It was supposed to only be one of her brothers participating to win the money-prize and had tried to convince his older sister not to, saying that it wasn't a place for a woman despite her powers. Furthermore, it had been enough to make her participate; she wanted to test out her abilities but still knew she would probably have to hold back a little.\nThank you, Burma, for watching Quill while Bodhi and I fight she smiled at Burma, someone she had known from her own childhood years and had been a great help. Since it had been just Hana and her brothers for years now. Sure, but isn't he big enough to not need a babysitter? Burma glanced at the young boy, who looked around with bright eyes at the setting of the tournament. If your sight leaves him for one minute, the whole place will probably blow up Hana sighed and patted her much younger brother on the top of the head, be good, Quill, and cheer for you big sister.\nWith that she left for the hall where all the fighters were. As she expected, there were hardly any female fighters; she wouldn't be surprised if someone told her then and there that it was a man only place. Hey little lady a deep voice said behind her, she had to tilt her head back to look at the men face, You lost? This is the fighters' hall. I know Hana smiled, I'm fighting too. The man and those who heard among him started laughing, that's a good one! You're funny, little lady. The man sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, but pretty little girls like you shouldn't participate. It's only for strong men, like me.\nOh, really? I am so glad you were here to tell me Hana said sarcastically and shook his hand off her shoulder, if you think so, then why not prove it?, the man looked confused, hit me, if you can, she crossed her arms, or are you scared? She tied her long pink her up into a ponytail."
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"value": "Krystal looked all around at all the participants, adrenaline pumping through her system as she set her eyes on a spike haired man with an orange GI on. \"Hmm, he looks really powerful, and handsome. What's wrong with the guy next to him though? Is he coming closer?\" She thought to herself, concentrating. She was taking in all the energy around the tournament, gauging the other's powers. Furthermore, she only fought like this for fun, but it was still good to get a feel for what you're up against.\nKrystal twirled a long luscious lock of her midnight blue hair on her finger, blowing a few bubbles with the gum she was chewing. She didn't look threatening, and that was the way she liked it. If people underestimated her, it was more fun knocking them down and showing them she was just as good as anyone. 2,000 years of fighting training in her home dimension paid off. She was intrigued by all the fighters that seemed to be chattering like friends, but she was especially interested in the spike haired one. There was just something different about him, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.\nMeanwhile, another spike haired man plotted. He had heard of the powerful fighter Roku, and he wanted to battle him to assert his dominance as being the best fighter in any universe. His name is Prince Vegetal, and he is as far as he knew, was the most powerful of the last of his race. He was arrogant, loud and had a lot of issues with authority. Someone needed to love this cocky prince a piece of humble pie.\nVegetal smirked. \"Ra ditz! You will go to this \"planet earth\" first and assess just how easily we can take over. Lord Freida wishes to have every planet.\" He barked, his older subordinate merely nodding. It was legendary through the galaxy that the temper of the prince was not to be tested. He wasn't going to be the one to test that theory. \"Yes, of course prince.\" He promised, bowing before getting inches ship and setting a course for earth."
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"value": "\"Do you think she is lost?\" Yamaha asked, still looking at the blue haired girl, who walked alone among the fighters, \"it's unusual for a woman, let alone a beautiful one like her, to participate as a fighter.\"\nRoku shrugged, she was a beautiful woman, but he knew better than to judge a book by its cover; \"hey, maybe she's a new and really strong fighter in this tournament. It would be fun to get some challenge\".\n\"Guys, isn't it kinda rude? To stand here and talk about her while she is looking this way?\" Krill in had crossed his arms and blushed slightly upon noticing the woman looking.\n\"You're right\" Roku said and decided to walk over to the blue haired woman, \"Hey!\" he said with a bright smile and reached out his hand to introduce himself, \"My friends and I couldn't help but notice that we haven't seen you around at the tournaments before\".\nThe man gave her a provoked expression; Hana had embarrassed him in front of the people there, and she was even questioning his strength.\nNormally, she wouldn't be picking a fight like this, yet her sarcasm and playful behavior sometimes got her into trouble. \"You little.\" the man grunted, balled his hand into a fist and tried to aim for her, of course not as strongly as he probably could, she thought. However, his hand never touched her, it stopped inches from her face and the confused expression on the man's face clearly gave away that he wasn't aware of what happened.\n\"Oh, what a gentleman\" Hana smiled with a small chuckle before moving on just as it was announced that the participants needed to line up and draw their numbers which would decide who they would fight in the first rounds.\n\"Hm, 24\" Hana shrugged when seeing the black number on the small note."
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"value": "Krystal knew they were talking about her. She had enhanced hearing, and knew what they were saying about her. It made her smile a little, because it was flattering to know they were curious about her. She kept her power levels tame, not wanting to give anything away. She preferred to surprise her opponents.\nKrystal smiled and shook his hand. \"I just moved here. Thought it might be fun to test my strength. Fighting is one of my passions. But, usually I have two samurai swords.\" She explained with a chuckle, smiling. Those swords were her prized possession, as they were made for her especially by her father before he and her mother were killed.\nHe played with a lock of her hair, looking thoughtful as she smiled. \"It's nice to meet you all. I'm Krystal.\" She added softly, getting in line when she was told. She pulled a number, looking at it curiously. It was funny how she'd pulled her favorite number, 22."
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"value": "A newcomer who had decided to participate in the tournament; even if the other men there seemed to give the few girls, who were there, strange looks, Roku didn't notice and frankly didn't care much for the opinions of the genders in such things.\n\"Nice to meet you, I'm Roku\" he introduced himself while the rest of the group joined them, Krill in also introducing himself while Yamaha seemed to try to introduce himself but was stumbling over his words which only came out as weird sounds. \"Are you okay Yamaha?\" Roku asked confused over his friend's behavior.\nWhen it was time to draw their number for the first preliminary rounds that would eventually lead to the real fights with the stronger opponents. \"What number did you get?\" Krill in asked after drawing number 11. \"I got number 7\" he said and looked at the board where their names were written. \"Well, good luck on your battles guys. I hope to see you in the finals\"."
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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 crap hole.\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 he could-- 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\"Are you ready Jean?\""
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"value": "Was she scared? Maybe. Was she ready? Most definitely. They had spent too 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 every 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 undergo 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 mechanical 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 its sights. One massive hand as large as two-story houses 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 its 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 adamantine 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 a lot, 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 its 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 its grasp, the next thing she would have to worry about is the shear drop from its 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 if 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 have she braced herself! Jean closed her eyes hoping that it would be quick end or by some miracle she could stop herself.\nMph!\nShe fell into his arms almost too 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 flown 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": "Rise had out done herself this time. The first night of the school trip had been off to a boring start, and she mentioned a club she had performed at. She made some calls, and had a room set up just for her and her friends. The group of friends from Pastrami High - You, Yoke, Kanji, Chai, Yumiko, and Rise herself - had their own room to escape the quiet hotel room the school had rented.\nRise led the Investigation Team in, eventually finding out the room was upstairs. \"Let's go!\" He said, giggly as usual. No one really knew what to expect, and when they arrived, they were greeted with a room similar to a karaoke room, a nice table adorned with several shiny glasses and colored liquid in them. \"Don't worry guys, I told them non-alcoholic drinks.\" He said, winking before sitting down. She picked up a yummy looking blue drink, taking a sip before wincing. It was strong! Maybe it had a weird ingredient?\nThe group followed suit and sat down. You picked up a red drink and took a sip. \"W-whoa.\" He said, making a face as the drink burned his throat. What was in this? The group chattered among themselves, talking about the trip, their advancements in the TV World, among other things, as they drank. As time went on, You, Yumiko, and Rise had definitely fallen under the effects of the non-nonalcoholic drinks, a light blush on everyone's face. \"I-I think... These ha-HIC-had something in them.\" You said, pulling at the collar of his shirt.\n\"I told them non-alcoholic!! I really did!!\" Rise said, her pouty face on as she looked at everyone.\n\"I knew these were weird. Well... we just have to not let anyone catch us. It's not far to the hotel, right?\" Yoke said, looking at his bro, You. \"We are underage... We don't need to be-\" Yoke was quickly cut off by Rise, who was holding up some sticks.\n\"Wait!! We can't leave yet! We need to have some fun.\" She said, standing and holding out six sticks, one with a red mark. \"We should play the King's Game! The king's orders are absolute!\" She said. She quickly explained the rules, how who ever draws the red marked stick is the 'king', and everyone else has to do everything the king commands. \"Take one, everyone.\" She said, leaving one for herself.\nEach of the group took their pick. Yoke and You bowed their heads when they noticed they lost. Chai closed her eyes before she revealed that she didn't have the red stick. Rise had the red-marked stick."
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"value": "Chai's cheeks flushed almost immediately after she had taken a long sip out of her own beverage, something green, minty, and strong. \"It'll be fine, guys,\" Chai said, both hands wrapping around the glass as she leaned forward. \"Besides, these are tasty!. Thanks for setting us up, Rise!\" Chai said.\nIt hadn't taken long for all of them to fall under the effects, though perhaps Yoke had abstained the most. Chai's cheeks were pleasantly red by this point, and she felt nice and warm. Maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was a placebo, but she wasn't letting go of her glass any time soon either way.\nWhen the sticks got passed out among the group, Chai dreaded who might end up with the red stick... and it ended up in perhaps the worst possible hands -- Rise. One of two people to know about her crush on their glorious leader and the only one of the two that could act on it (Yumiko was too nice, far gone into her giggles, and didn't have the stick to boot).\n\"I don't think this--\"\nRise's eyes flashed dangerously. \"Number 4!\"\nChai gulped and spare a glance at her stick. Oh, shoot.\n\"Sit on... Guion--.... number two's lap!\" she said, pointing right at Rise. If they'd been more sober, they might have questioned how Rise would know who had which randomly drawn stick... but such was a question for later.\n\"Um. A-alright,\" Chai said, pushing herself up to her feet. She sidled around the table, and slowly sat down on You's lap, pressing her firm bottom right against the seat of his pants. \"L-like this?\""
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"value": "You had his own fair share of drinks, opting for the slightly sweet, sour blue cups, trying to mimic some blue raspberry flavor. He had already downed a couple, having been watching and listening to the others when Rise pulled out the sticks. He had heard of the King's game before, back in the city, but he hadn't played it. And now the fairly drunk Rise was forcing him and the others into it! He figured he would play along, and he took one of the sticks when she handed it to him. He glanced down, seeing the number two on the shaft... Then hearing Rise call out number four.\nHe turned his attention to Chai, seeing her squirming a bit, before hearing her command. His lap? He hadn't really been that close to Chai before. \"A-ah, Chai, are you sure...\" He said, sitting up straight as she began to sit. He felt the softness of her well toned behind pressing up right against his soft length. \"This isn't so bad.\" He said, looking down at her from behind before glancing over at Rise. They were playing it off well! However, where You would normally be able to keep his composure, he found himself thinking. The alcohol had lowered his inhibitions a bit...\nHe had seen Chai's spats a few times. The tight black shorts she kept on under her skirt. The way she fought shadows made her sometimes flash them, which she didn't seem particularly bothered by. But... What would she be wearing under those? And she had such a nice ass, from what he could feel. If she didn't move soon, she'd be feeling the pressure of his hardening length pressing up against her from behind!"
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"value": "\"The king's orders are absolute~\" Rise said, holding up that red stick like the scepter of divine judgment.\nChai settled herself carefully on You's lap and settled her hands on her own knees. She wasn't there for very long when she felt something shift beneath her -- she shifted her own body on his lap, thinking it was just a ridge in his pants, and all she accomplished by doing that was grinding her ass against the seat of You's lap, only really exacerbating the core issue here.\n\"I... oh-\" Chai gasped when she realized just what was happening beneath her taut behind.\nShe turned to give You a look straight in his eyes. She'd always had a crush on him, and under the effects of the drink he was... well, just as handsome as ever, but now she was more inclined to act on it. Had she caused this reaction in him? She started to do it on purpose, slowly grinding herself down against his lap.\nRise, meanwhile, declared You and Chai to be temporarily out of the game. The sticks were redrawn, and it wasn't long before Yumiko was ordering Kanji to sit in Rise's lap in turn, giggling all the while.\nBut Chai had more important things to consider right now."
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"value": "You had been waiting for Rise to tell her it was over and time to crown the new king, but that never came. He was soon noticeably hard, and when Chai ground her backside against him, he couldn't help but release a soft moan, which helped cement what it actually was poking her from behind. \"Nigh, Chai...\" He whispered, looking down at he as she turned to face him. He wasn't in a position to really ask her to move! Not that he would want to any ways.\nRise had probably planned something like this from the start! Getting everyone drunk, then start pairing them up. So devious! But that didn't matter. You's mouth dropped open slightly as she more purposefully moved against him, as if coaxing him to get harder. And just to make the situation even more intimate, Rise declared them out of the game for now. He chuckled. \"I suppose it's just the two of us for now, Chai.\" He said, looking down at her with his gray eyes.\nHe expected her to have a fairly athletic behind, but this was even better than what he thought. Furthermore, he was pressed right up against her, and if she were to unzip him, his length would go right up between her legs, hidden under her skirt. \"Do you like that you make me this way?\" He asked, moving to put an arm around her."
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"value": "Chai couldn't resist the only chance she was ever likely to get. Her hands slid down between them as she raised herself up a touch higher on his lap and there was a muted sound of a button being unsnapped and a zipper being dragged downward. Chai let out a startled little sound as something hard and hot slid out of the front of his pants, right up against her but totally hidden by the skirt.\nChai's hands settled down on where he tented against her skirt and wrapped her hands around him, feeling him through the material of her skirt. O-oh my. He was bigger than she'd thought he'd be, and the whole scenario gave her butterflies in her stomach. And then set those butterflies bonfire.\n\"Y-yes,\" she whispered. \"I... I always wanted to make you feel this way,\" she admitted, the liquor doing much to loosen her tongue. \"But I... thought... that it'd be Rise or Yumiko that--\" Her voice choked, and she swallowed down her nervousness. \"Not... me,\" she finished, giving his cock a firm squeeze through the smooth hounds-tooth material of her skirt, holding him between her spats and that skirt."
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"value": "You didn't actually expect her to be so forward about it. His length was fairly thick and long, and very warm since she had him so excited! He moved slightly to let it come out easily, his cock plopping out and sliding right in between her toned thighs. He could feel the fabric of her spats, and the rougher fabric of her skirt around his length, completely covering him from anyone else's view.\nThe fact that she was actually doing this, something he never imagined shy Chai doing, was extremely arousing to him. Her hand snaking around his length, the first time someone had actually touched him, even if it was through her skirt. \"Ah, Chai...\" He whispered. He didn't expect her next words. She wanted him like this... since she had met him? He actually had quite a crush on all of his friends, but this was the closest he had ever been to any of them. He had personally expected Rise to be his first, given her more... open personality. However, he was actually glad to have the surprise!\n\"D-don't worry about it. I'm glad it's you.\" He whispered, releasing a soft moan when he felt her hand give him a squeeze. \"Chai, your spats are so smooth.\" He whispered, moving slightly and sliding his cock between her thighs and against her covered lower lips. \"This is so naughty...\" He said, holding her against him. He wasn't sure if Yumiko or Rise, or anyone else was watching them, and frankly it didn't matter. Furthermore, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Chai's neck."
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"value": "The dark thick black clouds oozed over the house on the hill. It cast a shadowy darkness across Vannacutt Psychiatric Institute for the Criminally Insane; the only place where nightmares came true. A jagged bolt of lightening ripped the night sky in half as icy raindrops poured below. The ocean was violent crashing its waves upon the very settlement the institute was built upon. Thunder rolled across the sky seeming to crack the world in half as below near the entrance you could see a white van and two police officers bringing in a young man. They rushed him through the doors as nurses in white with caps could be seen running to aid. The lights flickered with every crash of thunder outside.\nA girl stood in barefooted in scrubs and a t-shirt with a cardigan wrapped around. Her face was deathly pale as if she hadn't seen light in years and besides through a window she hadn't. Her eyes had shadows and were bloodshot but still she held a dark beauty. Standing in the hallway she could see the nurses trying to calm the new patient. She knew what ever he did to get here was either a lie or horrible and that he would probably never see the outside world again. She could hear his screaming, and it made her cringe and she backed up. Furthermore, she saw a nurse administer a sedative and in seconds his flailing body went limp as he was thrown on a gurney and strapped down. Keys were heard opening the doors to the hall. They came through, and a nurse encouraged her to back up as they rolled him down the hall. She didn't move as another nurse grabbed her and pulled her back as she saw the new patient. He was young, the face of a helpless boy. What had he done? She was drawn to his face as the nurse was yelling and pulling her back. He vanished behind the next corridor.\nZoey. What on earth is wrong with you, come now. Let's get you back to your room. The nurse said guiding her down another corridor. She rubbed her shoulders as not all the staff here as cold and cruel. Actually most was pretty reasonable. Your freezing. Let me get you some heated thermal blankets and how about some hot cocoa.Hamm, then where taken some medicine and sleep through this dreary storm. The nurse patted her back and helped her into her dimly lit room. All that was in it was an old metal bed with white sheets; there was a sink on the other side of the room. As the nurse left the lights flickered, and she was left sitting on the bed wondering who that boy was as the storm raged on."
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"value": "After another long night of, 'Full-Service', Johnny was on his last customer. He gingerly placed the pump back in its holster as he turned to his Customers. A car filled with a family of four, and old Station Wagon. The Man reached into his pocket and sighed and said in a scalding manner.\nMan - \"$3.50 for a tank....you guys are outside your minds....\"\nJohnny, turned to him after handing the man his change for the 5. The light buzzing above him as the flickered some from age.\nJohnny - \"Inflation, Sir, it will be going up from 30 Cents soon enough I'm sure....\"\nThe man sped off, Johnny let out a tired sigh from working all day, the usual clientele in and out all day, just like every other, He walked into the garage where a few cars were parked some with the hood open some not. He looked them over before putting the last of the days' money in a lock box and shoving it under the desk. For his boss, Mr. Simmons to count up and add to the safe in the morning.\nJohnny, grabbed his jacket from the chair he was sitting on and shut off the light in the garage, after checking on the guard dog, Two black labs and getting them food and water for overnight, Johnny pulled the Garage door down and locked it tight, As he did every night.\nHe lived not very far from the Station, Recently having to relocate, due to his current relationship with a woman, of a different color, Alma, was her name, a young black woman, Who, like Johnny was disowned by her family for her love of Johnny.\nAs he arrived home, dinner was had followed by a session of love making. IT was very passionate on the night before they were to be wed. As they lay there a gently wind blowing in from the open window nearby, He let out a soft smile as did she.\nAlma - \"Johnny.... Do you think society will ever let us be together?\"\nHe smiled at her and contemplated for a moment and sighed and spoke up.\nJohnny - \"I do so hope baby....maybe one day this world will see what I see....a beautiful heart.\"\nShe smiled and gave him a light peck before running off to the kitchen, as he lay there. He let out a sigh when a light flashed into the bedroom window, he popped up suddenly grabbing his pants and a shotgun from under the bed, He ran to the living room when Adam's voice screamed out for him, he looked in every room before being lead outside where the light shone down from the sky, firing into the sky her voice now came from the house again, He ran inside.\nAs he did, a deafening noise began as the light grew inside the home he was pushed to the floor by force, Soon he was in an all white room surrounded by strange gray beings tall, short, fat skinny, all kinds he saw Alma, her screams were muted as she was being examined, the fear grew as they implanted some razor-thin device in his neck, he blacked out soon after....\nHe woke up, in a large van, his arms and feet bound his clothes covered in blood, most his own the rest, god only knows he was drugged out of the van by two large men the rain poured down as his head was covered with a blanket, he was shoved inside where many looked on in fear, including Zoey, and Grace, he was quickly sedated and strapped to a bed and wheeled away from the frightened on lookers.\nHe awoke in a white room surrounded by doctors and nurses.\n\"Where is she!? Where's Alma!!!??\"\nHe screamed as he Doctors pushed him back down, Before looking him over still.\n??? - \"Don't worry son.... I'm sure she is somewhere, we will find here...\"\nHe said in a sarcastic manner, Knowing what Johnny was sent here for, a Psych evaluation, To see if he was indeed who they were looking for.\n??? - \"We will find her, and the other 10 women you slaughtered.\"\nJohnny's eyes widened as he tried to sit up and speak, but before he could, he was injected with Sedative, His body lay back on the bed trying to scream, but he slowly quieted down staring at the good doctor the whole time.\n\"What happened to me?.... What did I do? If I did anything?.... Why am I here!?\"\nHE shouted to himself as lightening crashed and he passed out."
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"value": "The next day in the dayroom was pretty uneventful and normal. Patients were everywhere acting as normal. Some were quiet, some were loud, some were in groups playing board games, some watching television. The windows showed a dreadful gloomy afternoon with gray clouds spreading out far across the ocean until it became one with the aggressive waves. Zoey sat on a chair with her legs to her chest, she was resting her head on her knee's with her arms wrapped around her legs. She was still tired from the sleeping medicine they had given her late last night. She was curious about the young man that was brought in last night but no one had said a word, and he hadn't showed up yet.\nGrace sat down right beside Zoey on the couch looking up at the window. She pulled out a cigarette and offered Zoey one, and she shook her head letting her legs stretch out to lay across Grace's lap. Grace had been in here longer than Zoey and when Zoey arrived a few years back Grace had been there to pick her up off her feet. They were like sisters, they had each other's back in here. Grace was a little older than Zoey and kind of was protective over her. She took a hit from the cigarette and exhale the smoke.\n\"Heard about the boy....heard he's in here for murdering his colored wife and other women. Did you see the blood?\" Grace asked and Zoey frowned and leaned back against the chair.\n\"His face.... I don't know.\" Zoey said shaking her head.\n\"We got a new head doc too....all fancy and shit. You have seen him yet?\" Grace asked taking another drag and Zoey tilted her head not even knowing they got a new doctor, she felt like she was the last to find out anything that happened in this place but half the time she was zoned out or drugged.\n\"Like I care....\" She sighed and Grace saw she was tired.\n\"He's up-to-date on his therapy....maybe he can help some of us. Anything to help in this shithole.\" Grace said slouching back. Grace looked over at Zoey and gave a small but cute grin.\n\"Why don't you take nap? I'll stay here....make sure no one bothers you. You Donna want to go to your room yet do ya?\" She teased and Zoey rolled her eyes and scooted around, so her head was lying on Grace's lap. Her long wavy strawberry blonde hair was a little messy and Grace combed her fingers through it. Zoey was so used to the noise of everyone she could tune it out and closed her eyes to the touch of Grace combing back her hair."
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"value": "The intervening days, weeks perhaps, were mostly a dull blur. Faces and images flashed before his eyes as he made an effort to clear his mind. The time he had spent there flickered across his consciousness in brief snapshots of time, with the pain of isolation and prolonged periods of sedation mixing together within his mind into a single, undefinable collection of suffering. Even images from his past began to emerge, as he momentarily recognized the face of his fiancé on the day they first met.\nFinally, there was only one face before him, the face of a woman with brown eyes and short, black hair cut to just above her shoulders. Her shirt and shorts were tight-fitting, hugging her form and exposing her feminine curves to all who scanned her form. Her arms and legs had several scars on them, from injection needles as well as cuts and scrapes of varying severity. Although she exuded a sense of control and confidence, there was also a hint of pessimism within her demeanor. At the moment, however, she was busy unfastening the clamps that bound Johnny to the bed on which he had slept for an untold number of days.\nShe noticed he was starting to awake, She said nothing. The woman pried the last clamp open, and She stepped back, And left without such of a word, and just like that she was gone Judging from the fact that she didn't seem like one of the employees here at the asylum, she was likely one of the inmates. Exactly why she was helping him remained a mystery, as well as her own captivity. Judging from the distant cries and voices coming from every direction around Johnny's cell, there was no doubt that he had been dropped into some form of hell on earth.\nHe slowly sat up his body was all but limp, his arms began shaking at the weight of his body soon, he was on the floor on all fours, he crawled to the wall and sighed, tears rolling down his face as the open door was right there, so close yet so far away."
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"value": "\"It doesn't matter what will happen to us! We go with the emperor's grace and his hands guide our retribution!\"\nThe roar of Heavy-Bolter fire drowned out even the constant staccato of Irish guns that filled the smoke-thick air. Genius burned around them, it's districts alight with flames and rocked with screaming as the green skins ran near-unchecked through the streets. Only the highest points remained untouched, the Spaceport, the Administratorum, and the Governor's palace at whose gates the trio stood. A handful of imperial citizens remained with them, a mere dozen compared to the thousands they had tried and failed to protect. The rest of the sisterhood was either dead or withdrawn from the city to their fortress-monetary to make a stand of their own there.\nA shuttle remained that would take these civilians to safety, but there were simply too many works for the Sororities to go with them...\nThe Heavy Bolter fell silent and Sister Rosanne glanced up and back. A woman stepped forwards, a helpless fear on her face only to be shouted down as Captain Tiarraetook advantage of the quiet to punctuate her orders.\n\"GO!\"\nAnother group of works rounded the corner and caught sight of them, immediately charging up the hill with a war cry, firing wildly as they went. The civilians went as ordered, scurrying towards the star port pad as the Heavy Bolter Roared again, tearing into the green skins with ease whitelisted Saraelmade sure to finish off any that didn't go down soon.\nIf they had no worries about ammunition, they could technically hold out forever in this sort of choke point, but ammunition was a very real worry. The Heavy bolter would run dry soon, and after that they would be down to their own bolt guns, then power swords and chain weapons as they fought what they expected to be their last bloody stand at the gates of the mansion.\nIt never occurred to them for even a moment that this would not be where they met their end..."
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"value": "As the Battle-Sisters tore into the ranks of the Works with their heavy bolter and bolt guns, it seemed for every one they killed, three more green skins took their place, a truly hopeless task for the three. Even in the choke point with their weapons, the sheer weight of numbers of the Works began to overwhelm the Sisters. Green bodies filled every breach and hole and soon several green skins were pouring past the sisters in an attempt to storm the Spaceport.\nAs the Works swarmed around them, one of them in the massive horde cried out.\n\"Jamie Women! Let's rape dim!\"\nA fearsome cheer seemed to roar out from the Works as they overwhelmed the sisters, tackling them and forcing them to ground with their numbers alone. While many of the Works stayed with the sisters, others poured into the Star port and Manor and slaughtered the men and began to rape the women. The cries and screams that echoed around them let the sisters know they had failed in their last task.\nStill, they would be too busy themselves to notice themselves as the Works bound the wrists and ankles of Israel and Tiara together, immobilizing them. It seemed like the Green skins had special plans for the Sisters. Once Israel and Tiara were taken care of, Works surrounded Rosanne their eyes full of lust as they licked their lips in anticipation. They had disarmed her for the most part, the only weapon upon her was her chain sword.\nEmerging from the mass of green was an Or that stood a head and a half taller than most and seemed much more powerful and well-built than the others. He was Chief Mugstompper, and he was the leader of this Horde. He eyed Rosanne and chuckled before looking at Israel and Tiara.\n\"Ya listen TER meet an obes, ya a yer sister git TER Liv. Fail a week kills ya, Noel?\" he spoke in the strange way Works spoke as he and his warriors surrounded the Sisters. It seemed like he was giving Rosanne a chance for her and her sisters to live, but the question now was, would she take it?"
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"value": "Even as the works began to overwhelm their position entirely still the sisters struggled, faith and zeal driving them ever onwards. When the screams from further inside began to echo back down to them their mission changed from delay to vengeance against the green skins, intent on taking as many with them as they could to repay the horde some small measure of the lives it had taken from the planet's citizens, but while Israel and Tiara found themselves held and crudely bound, Roseanne still held her chain sword, and had cleared a space around her free or Irish flesh.\nOne back to a wall, her breathing came heavy, the sword's motor rumbling in her grip as she hefted it, narrowed her eyes, and paused for just a split-second at the demand as the hulking Or Nob lumbered his way to the front, her sisters held squirming in his peons' grip.\n\"Frank you, for my faith is shield against your blandishments.\"\nThe mission had never been survival, and zeal overcame any fear of death they had once held long ago. Roseanne charged the chief, chain sword roaring in her hand as its motor spun up to full power and the clutch engaged while at the same time Israel and Tiara renewed their furious struggling, angrily trying to wrest themselves from their captors grips.\nObey a filthy or willingly? The idea was almost laudable. Death would be preferable to listening to the Reno demands, and indeed, Roseanne hoped that the works would kill them. After all, the cry that had gone up earlier did not bode well for if they somehow survived..."
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"value": "Mugstompper laughed as Roseanne charged at him. He lifted his crude bolter and fired a few rounds towards the charging sister. It seemed someone had actually taught this Or how to aim those as one of the bolts forced her chain sword from her hand and the other was like a gut punch to her torso that brought her to her knees. The monster approached her and let out a laugh before bellowing at a cry of victory as his fellow Works made sure to keep Israel and Tiara nice and restrained for what was about to come.\nMugstompper stood behind Roseanne and pointed at the two bound sisters as he licked his lips, a sinister and unsavory grin on his face\n\"Ya TWU watch as meet make 'er me whore!\"\nWith that, his strong and massive green hands gripped the front of Roseanne's tunic and tore the material apart with a powerful rip. The Works let out a cheer as the human's large and lovely breasts and well shaped, and sculpted body were revealed to them. His hands moved to grope at her mounds, digging his rough digits into her skin as he played and teased her rosy nipples, rubbing the nubs between his fingers as he licked up and down her neck with his hot, long and wet tongue, hit teeth digging into her skin at points to stop and sucking, marking her as his own.\nAll the while, she could feel a massive rod pressing up against her firm ass as he played with her. It was certainly no sword and or blaster...but surely with the size she was feeling, it couldn't have been his cock? That was the thought running through her head as the sheer girth and length of was pressing against her seemed to defy all expectation as he used one of his hands to tilt her chin to the side and forced his nasty lips against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips and trying to force its way into her mouth."
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"value": "While the other two fought against their restraints as they watched, Roseanne struggled to rise, reaching desperately for the chain sword as Mugstompper paced around her. Fury boiled within her at the insolence of the brutish green skin, the way he barely even paid attention after he'd shot her, the way he laughed and made his crude promises to her sisters, yet she could find no breath with which to speak it, not strength with which to stand, no weapon with which to deliver it, and as he took the front of her dented armor and tore it in two with a single tremendous pull, he took the last of her power away from her. Without the blessed plate and her weapons, she could no more hope to hurt the massive beast than a fly could hope to damage a land raider...\nShe still struggled furiously against his grip, but only the fact that he was more focused on pleasure than holding her in place allowed her to make any real semblance of effort, writhing and squirming as he gleefully toyed with her exposed breasts, teeth at her collarbone, nipping and sucking like some grotesque parody of a human lover.\nIt should have meant nothing, yet something in her responded. Battle-sisters were not always sworn to chastity as part of their vows, but Roseanne had never found men all that interesting anyway, nor women for that matter. Many of them were weak, cringing and deferential before her power and authority, and those that weren't were often disappointments in bed, never managing to make her feel much. Somehow this or surpassed them, without her realizing it, assaulting her with strength that no other male had ever dared bear against her, yet also with a thoroughness that few had ever tried to match and none had ever succeeded at living up to.\nDespite herself and even without entirely realizing that she was doing it in the first place, the Battle-sister's body began to respond to the stimulation, even as she realized that the thick hardness pressing up against her rear was not the or's knee at all but rather his manhood, immense beyond anything a human could ever hope to offer. \"N-no-mph!\" she gasped defiance, but her voice quavered, and her denial was cut off by disgusting Irish lips pressing against her own, a thick tongue slowly prying her own instincts to pry her lips apart and force its way into her mouth, causing her to gag at the taste of green skin saliva even though the sensation of that heavy muscle filling her oral cavity brought a trickle of wetness to her nether lips and a stiffness to her nipples."
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"value": "The other Works kept Roseanne's fellow pinned to the ground, forcing them to watch as their fellow was defiled by Mugstommper. The lead Or laughed in the kiss as even his tongue dominated her own, his appendage forcing itself upon her own and making her drink his saliva at will. Soon, he tossed Roseanne to the ground, her back pinned against the dirt as he hovered over her, his hulking body giving her little room to move.\nSoon, his face descended upon her breasts, his grin widening as he noticed how perky and hard her nipples had grown from the attention he had given her early. His mouth latched on as he sucked hard, like a newborn babe attempt to draw milk from its mother. Only he was quite more skillful as well as his tongue swirled around her perky nipple before his teeth began to grind the nub between them.\nAll the while, one of his hands groped her other breast, her flesh molding against his rough digits as he tugged on her nipple with his fingers. His other hand slithered down her muscular stomach and into her tights to feel her lower lips. He laughed as he felt wetness, his fingers rubbing against her labia and wetting themselves on her love juices. His fingers then sought out her clitoris and began to rub on her most sensitive nub quite skillfully before tugging on it roughly to see how she would react, assailing her body with much pleasure."
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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. \"Soon 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 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. Furthermore, he let out a little sigh, running fingers through his messy hair. Furthermore, he was well muscled, not some Scrapy little twig as most vampires were thought to be, not at all.\nFurthermore, he 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 was 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 than 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 Salami was 17 and a senior in high school, but he was a 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 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 lineage, maybe some American, or pre-American? Furthermore, 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. Furthermore, 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. Furthermore, 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 have 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 ready. Their grandma said she'd be around 9:30 to pick Says up. No, she's in junior high surly his sister is capable of making sure her own suitcase is packed. Well either way he wouldn't make it home to say goodbye 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 appreciated.\" He said with a smile. \"I'm visiting a friend of mine, Dear Takashi-San.\" He explained. Game 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 similar.\n\"I just got here about some thirty 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 Game-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 men expressions, something wasn't right, why did he look nervous and frustrated? So he was a visitor he figured as much but odd how it's 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. \"It's nothing. I am Light Salami.\" He said simply without giving too many 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 Game 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. Furthermore, 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 goodbye 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": "Mizuki Safer\nTime really does fly by, huh?\nThe internal musings came from seventeen-year-old Mizuki Safer, who had woken up about ten minutes ago. Today would be the start of her and her brother's second year at LDS Dueling School. Mizuki, herself, was torn. She felt something in between excited and terrified ... with the reason for the latter even existing being a secret thatonlySiegmund himself knew.\nShe'd been ... different for two years now. Almost immediately after their parents allowed them to live on their own in Miami, Japan.\nSighing softly, Mizuki tried to push the flashbacks away and focus, instead, on starting today off in a more positive way. Walking briefly down the hall and stopping in front of her twin's door, she gave three knocks before speaking up.\n\"Sigmund! Hope you're already awake or intend to get up soon enough. I'm going to get in a shower then start on breakfast.\"\nStill feels weird to utter a German first name, she teased to herself, grinning as she turned and began following through with her promises. It wasn't his fault, of course. Even Mizuki was half-German; she just ended up taking the appearance of her Japanese mother, while Sigmund had inherited both name and looks from their German father.\nYou two truly are amusing to watch, Mizuki heard in her head, causing her to groan aloud.\nI thought you all weren't fond of mornings.\nNot quite. Try brushing up on your lore again.\nHmph. Whatever. It's not yet ---\nTime. I know, I know. This is more of a precaution.\nMizuki scoffed, rolling her eyes as she closed the door to her room and walked inside her bathroom. \"That's rich, especially coming from you who doesn't even practice such things. ... Fine, not very well, you don't. So whatdoyou want to warn me about?\"\nJust ... be more vigilant this year. It's going to get tougher.\n\"... That's it?!\" Mizuki incredulously asked. \"God! Who do you take me for?! You think I don't know that?!\"\nAnnexed of course, no answer. An irked sigh passed her lips; it shouldn't amaze he, really. The bastard was always cryptic like that.\n\"Whatever,\" she murmured, rubbing her forehead a few times before stripping, tossing the dirty clothes away, and entering the shower. Hopefully the warm water would make her calm down. A slightly ironic thought ... but it was becoming clear Mizuki would need anything that could help her out today. It was going to be one ofthoseannoying days, it seemed.\nWith the shower having been a relatively quick one, she jogged down the stairs, clad in the LDS uniform. Over her shoulders was her backpack, with the numerous books and binders, as well as her roster. Setting her bag beside one of the chairs, Mizuki hurried and began getting tot work on cooking breakfast.\nNot that they were running late. However, on the rare chance that Sigmund hadn't woken up yet, she had to hurry up with that process. And this was always one of the easiest ways to lure him downstairs so they could get to school on time."
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"value": "Sigmund Safer\nSaid had been up already, truthfully he slept less and less these days. He had been busy at work all night on a new project, careful to not let his sister hear him though it sometime seemed impossible. Many books lie scattered on the ground some half open others closed and overturned. You'd almost think his room had been ransacked if he was not their.\nThe sparking light of the soldering iron flickered in his googles as hie finished another wire before leaning back and sighing. He was working on improving the duel disk design using spare parts he had found in various places, and it wasn't easy.\n*grummmmmble*\nNor was it nutritious. Pulling his googles away the impression of their placement remained on his face. \"Yeah yeah, food I know.\" Almost as if on cue a few waft scents began emitting from beneath his door. It was a like a silent alarm clock to his brain that signaled his sister was up now, that or the house is on fire starting with the refrigerator and pantry. Either way it meant it was time for him to get out of his room.\nStanding and collecting his things he gave himself a quick once over and comb before pulling a pair of shades on to hided his sleep-deprived look from his sister. He doubted it would work but you never know. He also grabbed his deck and supplies before jogging down the stairs to the kitchen."
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"value": "Mizuki Safer\nIndeed, the noises hadn't slipped Mizuki's hearing. Were this any other day, she would have pestered Sigmund more on what she'd overheard. The two had never missed their very first day of dueling classes, and she honestly had no intentions of picking up such a horrible habit. Plus, with them serving one of the few but still existing noble houses in Germany - the house of Engel, to be precise - she didn't really wish to incur the wrath of any distant relatives. Despite working from afar, her parents kept in very close touch with said House, somehow relaying and forwarding her and Sigmund's progress at LDS.\nWas it an odd way to show they still cared?\nMaybe. It was certainly a very real possibility.\nSigmund and Mizuki were raised ... in an unorthodox manner. Sigmund had been raised more so around their father, while Mizuki was the exact opposite. Were it not for a certain incident that occurred a few years ago, she may have seriously considered taking up her mom's advice and pursuing a more feminine job. Modeling, for example.\nBut now?\nThat wasn't really much of an option. No, no; the better wording is it wasn't as good of a possibility to think about.\nDismissing the thoughts quickly away, she turned her attention back to the breakfast she was making. A sly smirk crossed her face as Sigmund finally arrived seconds after she finished adorning the second plate with food. \"I can only guess you had another long night with how long it took you to get down here.\" A small sigh passed Mizuki's lips as she stared at the shades. The brief stare made it look almost as if she were trying to peek through the glasses and into her brother's eyes.\nLuckily for Sigmund, even Mizuki couldn't quite dothatdespite her relatively new state.\n\" ... I know telling you not to stay up is a worthless endeavor. You're as stubborn as me, after all. So, instead, just ... choose which days and evenings you do that more carefully. I doubt you want mom or dad to start flipping if they learned your concentration and focus was put on other things.\" With their parents being very adamant on following certain customs and traditions, school was a huge deal; with or without the House of Engel lingering in the background. The fact it was indeed there, however, made things a bit more .... stressful for the twins.\n\"Anyway, here you are.\"\nFlashing her brother a smile, Mizuki set the two plates down, taking her seat soon after. After giving a quick, polite bow of her head, she began to eat, keeping a hold of the utensils in her dominant hand. Her left, meanwhile, fumbled around and fished around through her backpack, rummaging around for her roster. She was curious on what classes she and Sigmund were going to have this term."
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"value": "Sigmund Safer\nSigmund listened while he ate, it was a conversation they had spoken of many times. He's always working himself, her always worrying about him overworking, usually culminating in the two spending at least some time with each other either arguing or spending quality time with each other. Since his mouth was full he couldn't answer right away so he simply stayed quiet and listened while chewing.\nAs he saw his sister pull out their school itinerary he wondered what classes they had this year having not looked at the papers himself since he was more invested in his side projects. \"Do you think that we'll be able to get through the day alright, I mean, is he going to behave?\" That was one reason he was so insistent on his work. The sooner he finished, the sooner they both could focus on themselves.\nHis current project was altering his duel disk to work without the need for an action field, instead using the disks own projector system to create hard light representations of the monsters much like on the fields. He knew that by themselves they didn't have the power to fight back well enough and had thus molded his deck into something that could fight for him against their enemies.\nAs he finished with breakfast he gathered his dishes and his belongings before awaiting his sister to head for school."
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"value": "Mizuki Safer\nMizuki joined her brother, opting to enjoy the silence. This was one of the few times when she could get time away from her almost literal, inner demon. Granted, he wasn't demon... but it could be easily argued the bastard wasn't much better. Her head nodded as she grinned smugly upon hearing her brother's inquiry.\n\"Mm. Guess it comes with .... being a full one. I'd have thought after all the tests you've done thus far, that would have been the most obvious.\"\nA twinge of guilt couldn't help but shoot through her. Mizuki sighed, bowing her head.\n\"That wasn't meant to insult your efforts. But . Really, that did seem a bit obvious. Anyway, yeah. He promised now wasn't the time. And ... I believe that. He prefers acting up during, after duels, or anytime in the evening the most.\"\nThe two would be about half-way done before Mizuki noticed her brother's gaze moving to the piece of paper in her hands. \"You could just ask, you know? I don't mind showing this to ya.\"\nOr certain other things or that matter, she thought, opting to keep those thoughts to herself. A quick turn around of the parchment was all Mizuki needed to place it in the center of the table. Soon, he'd seen the two would have the following XYZ-related courses.\nXYZ Summons II\nPractical Rank Studies\nMonster Effect Negation Studies\nSide Deck Studies I\nPractical Battle II\n\"I honestly kinda feel like some of these are redundant,\" Mizuki mused, voicing her opinion rather freely. \"But ... I suppose. So is was Eben, after all.\"\nAlthough she had been raised mainly by her mom, this wasn't to say she hadn't picked up on some of her German heritage. Namely, the language ... something she knew Sigmund appreciated every now and again. In fact, she'd shifted tongues on purpose. Her ... 'spirit' that followed her around was a constant nuisance for the both of them, really. An inevitable and unfortunate fact. Hopefully, even if only for a somewhat short amount of time, the German words would keep his mind off her ever-present problem.\nThen again, 'problem' was far too tame of a word to use.\nBut that was neither here nor there.\nAfter finishing her own plate, Mizuki would quickly wash her own dish, put away all the leftovers, and grabbed both her backpack and roster. Her deck was carefully tucked away in a side-pocket, her duel disk attached to her arm ever since drying off from her morning shower.\n\"So,\" she began to ask as the twins began walking towards LDS, \"How'd ... whatever you worked on last night go? Any progress?\""
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"value": "Defeat.\nIt was a word that had been foreign to Nero in life, but its magnificent humiliation was now ever present in the mind of the late Roman Emperor. She remembered vividly the chain of events that had brought her to this point, her emerald kaleidoscopes recounting how she and her master had been overwhelmed and captured by the enemy. An ambush of lesser goblins had led the Emperor to become far too boisterous in battle, not realizing the true threat were the endless horde of goblin champions that soon followed. Though many were cut down by Tests Estes, it wasn't long until Nero had found herself completely overwhelmed. How frustrating it was for the proud and noble Nero Claudius to be forced to kneel before her enemies, chained and gagged like some common slave.\nNero's thoughts were clouded by thoughts of escape. What she would do to these lowly creatures when she was free of her shackles once more. Like her master, her hands were bound behind her back, with a crude cloth rag tied over her mouth. She had to escape, so that she could protect her master and flee far from this dark and despicable place. Kneeling in the dark cavern, Nero glanced towards the many goblins that filled the room. Even if she managed to break her chains, there appeared to be far too many enemies for her to defeat; especially in her wounded state. Perhaps if she could get closer to In, she would be able to execute the MANA transfer she needed in order to fight her way out. But even then, their prospects looked slim.\nIt wasn't long until the weak gaze of torchlight revealed a large creature at the center of the room. A horrible creature that looked more foul than even the goblins that surrounded them. Nero's eyes glared defiantly at this creature as the goblins removed the gags that covered the couple's mouths.\" Release us.\" The Emperor commanded, as if her words held any weight in her current position.\" I will not stand for such treatment by insolent creatures.\" She growled once more. The saber class servant rose to her feet in defiance, only to be struck down by the goblin that was holding her chains. To be captured like this... at the mercy of such disgusting monsters. The humiliation burned painfully in Nero's chest."
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"value": "The beast sat upon a raised dais modeled to look like a throne; the beast had goblins surrounded him, fanning him and feeding him food as well as protecting him. It was clear the goblins not only obeyed this monster but seemed to worship it like a god. He was well known to the human realms as Jabba the Hutt, a mysterious slug creature that had managed to enthrall many of the goblin clans and now ruled over them. With his command of the goblins he was able to wreak havoc upon the civilized realms unless they paid him tribute. All did, for it was easier to pay off the Hunt than deal with his goblin horde for long.\nABBA's long and fat tongue hung from his gaping mouth, dripping his drool onto his fat rolls which glistened in the light of the torches of his throne room. His massive tail swished back and forth as his feline eyes gazed upon the prizes that his minors had brought before him. He let out a bellowing laugh that echoed throughout the chamber as the goblins joined in the laughter as well, clearly happy that their master and lord was happy. He licked his lips, leering at the beautiful young human women before him. Nero's defiance nearly made him laugh loudly as he bellowed out orders in a guttural tongue that neither Nero nor In could understand.\nThe goblins let out a loud cheers and soon their claws went to work on the tattered remains of their grabs. Claws tore at red and white fabric and cloth, ripping dress to shreds and exposing her womanly curves for ABBA and the goblins. Similar claws went to work on In's red top and black skirt. They were rapidly made nude, their bodies on full display with one bit and pieces of what had once been their clothes clinging to their bodies. Two large Robin champions, larger than any Nero had fought and lost to stepped forward with chain collars and snapped then roughly around each girl's neck. Attached to them were long chain-link leashes which ABBA held in each of his grubby hands.\nHe tugged on the leash in his right hand, yanking Nero forward powerfully and violent, her body forced into his own. It felt like she was being absorbed by his fat rolls! Her fair and smooth skin became coated in his slime...so hot and sticky. A goblin came behind her and pressed a powerful hand against her back so she couldn't escape as ABBA gazed down at her, a laugh echoing through the chambers once again as Nero could feel the fat rolls vibrating against her body.\nSoon, that long and fat tongue was licking up her neck and cheek, painting a trail on her body with his drool as the Hunt marked her as his property. Soon the tongue neared her mouth, and it began to press against her lush lips, seeking to force its way into her mouth. All the while In was forced to watch, the large champion goblin behind her gleefully wrapping his powerful arms around her slim waist and his hands moved to grope and squeeze her perfectly rounded breasts, her flesh molding against the green digits of her assailant."
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"value": "Nero's defiant words unsurprisingly managed to accomplish absolutely nothing as the ugly creature began to speak in a language that neither the servant nor her master could understand. Yet, before either of the two could realize what was happening, the goblins had descended once more upon the pair, their claws mercilessly tearing apart the clothes that Nero and In were wearing.\" Y-you insolent, disgusting creatures!\" Rin screeched as the goblins began to tear at her signature outfit of red and black. How could this be happening to them? It wasn't long until both she and Nero were both fully naked, their ravaged clothes little more than tattered scraps of fabric strewn across the ground. If losing their clothing wasn't humiliating enough, giant goblins leashed them using giant collars that were more fit for dogs than humans.\n\"How dare you treat me like a common slave! I am Nero Clausal!\" Before she could finish her sentence, the servant was pulled into the giant creature's side.\" G-gross!\" She cried, her perfect, ivory flesh now drenched in a disgustingly sticky slime. Struggling to move away from the repulsive substance, Nero felt a strong hand push her even closer. \"Unhand me! I command you to let me go!\" She shouted, having nothing else than her voice to resist her enemy.\nThe servant's face transformed from one of utter disgust into one of pure horror as the creature's massive tongue began to lap at the flesh of her neck and cheek, causing Nero to cry out in shock.\" No! Was--\"the massive tongue cut her sentence short, invading between her open lips as her futile attempts to scream only allowed the monster's tongue to slip further into her mouth. The creature's tongue tasted bitter and horrible, but for some reason, Nero couldn't bring herself to pull her mouth free.\"MMM!\" She began kicking her feet violently, the rising heat that was swelling in her chest beginning to take hold. Was this some sort of poison? Nero wondered as she struggled to break free from her precarious position.\n\"Release her!\" Rin shouted, only to realize that she was soon to meet a similar fate when a massive goblin stepped behind her.\" W-wait! Don't! Leave me alone!\" She shouted as the large, goblin champion began to touch her. This couldn't be happening! It wasn't supposed to be like this! Using what strength she had left, In managed to throw her full weight backwards, knocking the large, goblin champion backwards for a moment. In an act of desperation, In pivoted in place, turning towards the exit as she attempted to make a mad dash for her life. If In could manage to escape, she could use one of her command seals to teleport Nero to safety. All she had to do was get free from this hell.\nYet, as In ran as far as she could, she suddenly felt the metal chain reach its maximum length.\" No! NO!\" She screamed as she tugged on the metal chain, hoping to break free from whatever was holding her in place.\"LET ME GO!\""
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"value": "The struggles and plight of the two women only drew even more laughter from the goblins and ABBA, his fat rolls against rippling against Nero's body which was tiny when compared to the massive slug lord she was now pressed against. Her breasts sunk into his slug body, becoming coated in his slime as her legs, thighs, hips, stomach and womanhood were also all coated in his slimy marking, her entire body being marked as owned by Jabba the Hutt. His tongue wiggled around wildly inside her mouth, pressing and rubbing against her own appendage as the tip soon began to push itself towards her throat, seeming to be intent on claiming every inch of her mouth. As this occurred, Nero would find that the bitter and horrible taste that filled her mouth was slowly but surely starting to turn into a sweet and alluring one, almost like her taste-buds were being reprogrammed to enjoy the flavor and texture of his slime and drool.\nSimultaneously, Nero would find that she felt a slimy and firm sensation wrapping around her left leg as her mouth and throat were being prodded by his tongue. His tail was coiling around her legs, squeezing it like a vice as good portion of his tail then spanked her supple ass, her soft rear now marked with a long red lash as it jiggled from the impact, the fat tip moving to rub and prod itself against her tight and puckered asshole.\nIn was in just as much trouble as she strained herself to try and escape her from her captives. After a few pointless tugs, ABBA himself tugged roughly on the leash attached to collar. The chain collar a bit into her neck and cut off her air supply for a moment as her body flew towards the slug lord. He seemed to have a lot of power in the stubby little arms of his. His fatty body cushioned the impact as her back slammed into him, Nero could feel the vibrations as her Master was not also entrapped within the fat rolls of the Hunt.\nThe champion goblin she had managed to fight off before asserted himself now with a vengeance. His two powerful and grubby hands groped and squeezed her nubile breasts, her flesh molding against his digits as he pushed her roughly against the slug lord, assuring she couldn't escape or fight him off this time. Now that he was putting his effort into it, the massive goblin easily physical overpowered the young magus.\nSoon that champion's fat lips were pressed up roughly and clumsily her lips, its fat tongue lashing at her rosy lips and seeking to, like ABBA had with Nero, force his tongue into her mouth. It chuckled and laughed against her lips, the other goblins joining in glee as the girls were defiled. In's back and rear were now coated in ABBA's potent slime, and she too would likely begin to feel the effects of ABBA's slime on her...albeit without the natural mental and physical protections that a powerful servant like Nero had, making it more likely the raven haired magus would be feeling even hotter and more aroused than Nero."
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"value": "The substitute Minigame sighed, looking at the dimensional vortex that stood strangely in front of him. They had told him very little about what exactly he was doing there and what he was looking for, but Kuchiki-Sendai, his contact in Soul Society mentioned that was some kind of Quincy Mojo, some kind of barrier those Quincy people, whatever the hell they were, had. Someone could have actually taken the time to explain what exactly were those guys, but it seemed they didn't have the time to do it, in which case Sousa was left in the dark, roaming through whatever hole they wished, with actually minimum knowledge of how and why.\nHe had discovered everything not long ago, after almost dying in the hands of a hollow. Until then, he had been a perfectly normal sixteen-year-old boy, son of a simple woman who ran a small dinner, except for the fact that, since he could remember being a person, he was able to see and freely interact with spirits. Apart from that, he was even more than perfectly normal. Karate, Aikido and Kendo club superstar, honor student, and popular both with boys and girls. He was fairly handsome if he said so himself, dark brown hair, straight, with bangs up to his brown, penetrating eyes. The rest of his face's features were pretty much delicate, easily built into it. He had normal constitution for his age, although a little more ripped than most boys giving all the exercise he had, which combined with the way he usually handled himself, made him look quite a bit mature for his age. Obviously he had his personality quirks but still, was respectful, gentle and fairly easy-going, which made him popular both with students and teachers alike, something he used to enjoy.\nSuddenly, his world had been turned upside down, with the mysterious appearance of a woman, clad in a white kimono, who claimed to be his Zanpakutou. Some knowledge about Minigame, Soul Society and Hollows, but it was, in essence, pretty basic. Lucky, his Sendai at school, also a Minigame, was able to shed some light in all his doubts, and little by little he was getting used by it. Actually, according to Kuchiki-Sendai, he was doing it pretty quickly by the way his powers grew by the day, the girl having mentioned they were captain level by now, and he knew for a fact that something was off about him, because he kept being mistaken for someone else that everyone seemed to be very impressed with. Still, he was only a substitute Minigame, and so had little contact to Soul Society itself, if not for some orders to hunt some low level Hollows, and nearly anything was disclosed for him. That was the first \"different\" mission he had ever done. Although, no matter how much he thought about it, he still did not know what he was looking for in that Minigame Spiritual Fortress thing, sealed with \"Quincy Mojo\".\n\"Well, let's get this over with, so I can finally go home...\" - he said to himself and quickly hopped through the vortex, seeing himself in some kind of stony hallway, which seemed to lead him further inside what he thought to be a building of some kind. A fortress used in some war between Minigame and Quincy. The place was immersed in darkness, but not enough for him to be completely blinded, although he couldn't say what kind of light source was helping him. The atmosphere of the place was clearly different from the one on Earth. He obviously wasn't in Karakul Town anymore.\nSousa followed through the halls in a fairly quick pace, seeing nothing but empty stony rooms, some ruins here and there, and a lot of dust. When he finally reached the end of the hallway, though, he saw himself in some kind of chamber, with some kind of Altar in the middle of it. Skeletons and corpses, both Minigame and otherwise, decorated the room, with dead Zanpakutous and ragged Kimonos. The place gave him a very bad feeling. Above the altar was some kind or rectangular barrier or energy field, and for his surprise, a fairly beautiful woman laid inside it apparently sleeping. Or dead.\n\"For that long? No way, she would be dusted by now!\" - he answered to his own foolish thoughts, once again looking at the woman. - \"But, I'm fairly sure she is probably what I'm looking for. Or at least the only thing worth notice in this Mausoleum.\"\nThat said, the boy unsheathed his Zanpakutou, raising it above his head. The sword lifted up with electricity, the room glowing blue with it, and the cut that followed quickly shattered the already vanishing barrier that kept the woman there."
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"value": "Air rushed into her lungs like a freight train crashing into a building, demanding her system to restart. As she fell to the floor, she regained consciousness, her pink eyes opening only slightly. She felt way too tired for the amount of time she had been sleeping... for how long was anyone's guess. Her black custom styled kimono was in ribbons and barely covered her body. They were also stained with blood, along the slashes made to the fabric one would see scars which lined up perfectly with them. A flowing long white coat fell over her body as she landed face first on the alter, she is unable to sum up the strength required to catch herself. The coat resembled a captain's coat, but it looked severely outdated, and there were two large slashes in the coat where a number had been.\nShe groaned as her sore and weak body settled over the stone alter, nice way to wake up, she thought. She laid there for a few moments, trying to get the dust out of her lungs. It was at that moment everything came screaming back. The order... the screams of Soul Reapers, Quinces and Hollows alike... a mysterious light... then... nothing. She could remember the battle so well... watching her comrades fall around her... her lieutenant jumping in front of her to stop a Quincy arrow... She glanced over at where he had fallen, but quickly turned away, seeing the skeleton that now occupied the space. That's when her eyes fell on the boy... her pink eyes narrowed in confusion,\n\"And... you are?\" she asked, trying to push herself up, but her muscles protested, not in pain, but in a weakened tired state."
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"value": "Sousa saw the woman fall, and as he imagined, she was still alive, but that strange barrier, kept her in some kind of stasis, that was broken once he teared it to pieces. Unfortunately, he did not have the time to catch her, and had to help only after her descent. First, he put his Zanpakutou back into the sheath, closing the short gap between the two in two light steps. She seemed to be pretty weakened, but otherwise, fine. Which was pretty good, as he had no knowledge of how to help injured Minigame. If his memory was correct her long white coat meant she was a leader, the Captain of an entire division of Soul Society. For some reason, he thought that coat to be unusually familiar. Looking at her with a little more of attention, he noticed the woman herself was pretty familiar, although he was sure he had never, ever crossed paths with her before.\nOf course, that was a lot he didn't know about that world, even about himself, apparently, as a mystery surrounded his identity, but he was fairly sure he never met her. Still, something inside him insisted that she was familiar, and no matter how much he tried to convince himself it was just some silly impression, that sensation nagged at him relentlessly, giving him now plausible way to refute it completely. He was still lost in that train of thought when he heard her voice for the first time.\n\"Me? Oh, yes, I'm Sousa. Min amino Sousa, Minigame Representative!\" - he quickly showed her his badge. Then he proceeded to help her, giving her some support so she could stand. - \"Here, let me help you, ma'am.\" - he said, very respectful. After helping her up, he quickly added - \"I was sent to investigate this ruins, and found you in some kind of energy coffin. May I ask who are you, ma'am?\""
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"value": "She pushed him back, she wouldn't allow him to help her as much as he seemed to want to. She didn't know this man. And last thing she was ever going to do was let a strange man help her. She looked at the odd badge. Minigame Representative? The hell was that? As her senses came back to life in her, she could fell his spiritual pressure. It was huge! Not even Captain Yamamoto was this powerful as a normal ranking... he wasn't normal... but yet... he felt so familiar... as if she had known him all of her existence. Even his pressure felt familiar... but she was positive she'd remember meeting someone with such high pressure, but no memories of him came to her...\n\"I'm Captain Legume Tsunami of...\" just as she was about to say the number of her division a blinding searing pain shot through her head. She cried out and grabbed her skull with both hands, shuddering as the pain dropped her to her knees. But just as quickly as it came to her, it faded away... leaving her with an empty feeling... she couldn't remember her division!\n\"Um... I... uh...\" she stuttered as she looked back up at the boy as if for some kind of explanation. Why would he know anything about her? She fanned off the subject and held her head, which still had the twinge of a headache,\n\"How-How long have I been here?\" she asked... if she was trapped in some kind of barrier... odds are time had passed without her knowing."
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"value": "\"Alright, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!\" - Sousa backed away raising his hands as to show he wouldn't try that once again. He could tell she was a frisky one. And he was just trying to the kind, and help her. It seemed that lack of respect was something strangely common in Soul Society people. - \"See, not touching you anymore.\" - he finished, backing away three steps. He was under the impression that although really weakened by her long sleep, that woman was extremely powerful. Her rats was something amazing, way overpowering Russia and Kurosawa, by far. Of course, them being the only minigame he knew, he had no one else to compare her to.\nThe boy was fairly worried when she seemed to try to remember something, but ended up assaulted by waves of pain. He restrained his impulse to approach her and help given she had refused him before. He certainly wouldn't want to angry someone with that amount of power. Especially a woman. Woman were volatile and violent. He knew. He lived with his mother. Terrible, terrible creatures when they were pissed of, woman were. Still, that feeling of familiarity drew him to her, and a good amount of willpower was needed for him to restrain himself. Once again, the woman was the one who brought him back from his thoughts.\n\"Tsunami-san, is it? Nice to meet you.\" - he bowed, slightly, addressing her by her family name, as custom in Japan. Questioned by her about the time, he quickly scratched the back of his head, not sure of how to break it to her. - \"How long you have been here? Well, that's one good question, ma'am. I don't have the slights idea.\" - seeing that would only make her even more confused, he decided to be a little more detailed. - \"Look, I don't know much either. I'm not a full Minigame, just a human who happened to awaken to all this stuff. I received orders from Soul Society to search this place and see if I could find any leads to some sort of crisis no one told me about, and ended up finding you.\" - he played with a lock of his bangs, fairly embarrassed, his cheeks taking a little shade of pink. - \"That's all I know, really.\""
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"value": "UNKNOWN TAVERN; UNKNOWN LANDS\nTime: Early-Evening\nEnvironment: Light cloud cover, light winds, normal temperature Hp: 30/30 (subdural DMG 0), Temp Hp: 0\nOTHER\nOracle Spells: 1st\nBlood of Heroes (SU) 3/3 ends\nTrue Lore (SU) 1/1 daily\nVoice of the Grave (SU) 3/3 noncombat Gear: arrows x20\nConditions: n/a\nAs consciousness returns to Telstra, it is not the peaceful rise from the darkness of sleep but the sudden, harsh jolt of shocked senses, as though awakening from nightmare. Strangely, she has no recollection as to what might have caused her distress, save for a vague sense of unease. Disorientation quickly takes place of all other concerns.\nShe finds herself sitting at the back of a crowded bar in a shadowy corner, though she does not know where or how she got there in the first place. There's an empty pewter cup on the rough-hewn wooden table before her, along with a short bow and quiver of arrows. An expertly worked leather bag lies on the floor at her feet, its placement making it feel like it belongs to her, and a pair of long daggers holstered in her belt. Strangely enough, whilst she can remember all the items, including the contents of the bag, she has no memory of the empty cup.\nThere is a feeling of approaching evening in the air, and certainly the current number of people filing into this little den of inebriation would indicate people coming in for the night after attending to their daily concerns. No one seems bothered to pay Telstra any attention, be it the bartender, the rushing servers, nor the motel (if unremarkable) assemblage of clients waxing clamorous for the night.\nHer first attempts at movement results in a feeling of harrowing vertigo, though this passes within moments, leaving no clue as to the source.\n\"Sorry to bother you miss,\" comes the timid voice of a serving boy, holding his serving tray close to his chest defensively. \"But the owner says you have to buy something if you want to continue to sit here any longer. We're filling up for the evening, and we can't afford idle customers taking up tables.\"\nIn the background, the balding man behind the counter looks on sternly, but throws an apologetic nod at Telstra, even as he continues to polish a tankard without missing a beat. Welcome to the first post of the thread! Feel free to introduce Telstra and get your bearings. If you feel the need to further information that you feel is pertinent to your character making her decisions, but can't find it IC, feel free to shoot me a quick PM and I'll provide it.\nHere's the BB Code for the reply post format:\nCode:\nNew]TES SARA 'TESS' TYRANNY\nCurrent Mood: Temperament, present thoughts\nEquipped Gear: Items readied for combat\nAppearance: Armour/Clothes worn; anything about appearance you wish to emphasize; NPC first impressions\nTagging: Events or people of interest in present scene\nPost here"
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"value": "TES SARA 'TESS' TYRANNY\nCurrent Mood: Confused, out of sorts, calculating. Equipped Gear: Armor, sheathed daggers, bow nearby, but nothing really 'ready'. Appearance: Strangely pale, lovely, but black leather armor and tools of the trade make her less than approachable. Tagging: Serving boy\nThe pale elf's skin was almost luminescent with a moon-like quality as she turned her attention down toward the boy, regarding him for a quiet, uncomfortable moment as if trying to discern what manner of creature it might be. There was no malice in her gaze, but rather a queer curiosity before her eyes flicked to the inn keep with alarming alacrity before returning to the boy. A small grin slid across her lips and she gave the smallest of nods. \"Well. I would hate to get thrown out of here by such a fierce warrior.\" She gave his serving tray shield a soft tap with the back of her knuckle. \"Let me see what coin I have on me. Could you do me the kindness of telling me the day's special?\" Her voice had a multitonal, harmonic quality that was unusual but not unpleasant.\nMovements slow and graceful, she leaned to the side to sweep her bag off the floor and set it before her. As usual, nothing in the bag was where she'd like it to be, so it took some foraging to find coins, down in the bottom of the bag, of course. A bottle than was lower than the dimensions of the bag would indicate. From the depth of her reach, her hand should be waving somewhere under the bottom of the table. At length, she came up with a shiny sovereign which she rolled across her knuckles. As it reached her thumb she did a small flourish of her wrist and it doubled. She rolled both of those coins to her pinkie, where another coin appeared, as if by magic. Holding the three coins up between her fingers, she asked the lad, \"This should buy me dinner and some time, yes?\" Seemed a fairly common Inn by the feel of things. She sat the coins on the table before the boy, then leaned closer for a conspiratorial whisper, \"There will be a couple of crowns in it for you if you can find me the softest loaf of bread to go with my dinner, yes?\"\nWhile interacting with the human child, she was trying to remember how she had gotten here, which she was here, and where her money had gone. There should have been more guitars in her bag if nothing else. Maybe even a trade bar or two. She'd need to dump out the bag later and take a fuller inventory, but it'd be unwise to display her tools out for anyone in here to see, especially as she didn't know if she were waiting for someone, or if someone were waiting for her. Also, she needed to make money. From the smell, she was in a sizable city. That meant expense and guards and thieves. She wouldn't be able to just climb a tree and find a comfortable crook to nestle into. Maybe she could find a comfortable crook of an arm though.\nUgh... As out of sorts as her head felt, the idea of sex was physically nauseating. Perhaps she'd feel better after some time to gather her wits and a meal to settle her stomach?"
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"value": "UNKNOWN TAVERN; UNKNOWN LANDS\nDIARY | GLOSSARY | INVENTORY\nTime: Early-Evening\nEnvironment: Light cloud cover, light winds, normal temperature Hp: 30/30 (subdural DMG 0), Temp Hp: 0\nOTHER\nOracle Spells: 1st\nBlood of Heroes (SU) 3/3 ends\nTrue Lore (SU) 1/1 daily\nVoice of the Grave (SU) 3/3 noncombat Gear: arrows x20\nConditions: n/a\nThe boy looks fairly assuaged when Telstra puts on a friendly face and is instantly beside himself with delight. Or at least relief. Once he has managed to gather himself, he explains that a little silver will be more than enough for the best meals the establishment can provide, which includes the catch of the day, freshly served. He doesn't really elaborate too much, and his manner suggests that he thinks Telstra to be familiar with all the nuances he takes for granted. With promises of speedy service, Telstra's attendant vanishes quickly among the crowd, leaving her with some time to herself.\nAs the minutes pass, Telstra is able to gather, from the general gab of the crowd, that she is currently in the city ofSharnin the southern reaches of Ireland. The tavern she's currently in is named the Leaping Trout located on the Cliffside district of Share where the docks are situated. Before this evening, she's never even heard of this establishment, and certainly it doesn't seem like a place of note, except maybe to its regulars, of which Telstra seems to stick out like a sore thumb. At the very least, no one seems interested in bothering her, though there are certainly a lot of curious glances, and more than a few leering ones.\nThe meal arrives more than a few minutes later, consisting of a plate of steamed vegetables, hot buttered trout, half a loaf of parsley-garnished bread, and a bowl of peppered peas. The serving boy bobs his head and indicates he'll return to clean up the table before scooting off, leaving Telstra to her meal.\nThe noise of the crowd is made even more confused by the occasional suburbs of the spirits that are Telstra's constant, if barely extant, companions. Occasionally a faint breeze ruffles her hair, a cool touch across her skin, and (to her eyes alone) a faint wispy figure flits through the air as though materializing from the ether only to return and vanish just as quickly. All things considered, today is possibly the calmest she has ever seen them since she walked out of the Mourn land, almost to the extent that they seem... lazy? Languid? Possibly at peace. A sudden swirl of wind curls around her, caressing like a dozen fingers, light as feathers. Most might be quiescent, but, perhaps, not all. Glossary updated with some general terms.\n5 SP removed from Teresa's possessions."
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"value": "TES SARA 'TESS' TYRANNY\nCurrent Mood:Mildly Perplexed, but taking a moment to enjoy the simple things in life.\nEquipped Gear:Armor, sheathed daggers, bow nearby, but nothing really 'ready'.\nAppearance:Strangely pale, lovely, but black leather armor and tools of the trade make her less than approachable.\nTagging: None\nShare. She'd been here before. The details were fuzzy, but Share was simply one of those cities one simply had to take the Lightning Rail to visit. She had the feeling she'd been here for business rather than pleasure, but that's as much as she could gather, save for a jumbled mass of flashing images that were impossible for her to sort into any cogent order. What had brought her here today though? The spirits were oddly pleasant, which bothered her a bit. Perhaps they'd brought her here. It wasn't the first time she'd lost herself only to find them. Answers were unlikely to come just sitting here though. She should get up, get out, do some....\nOh right, she'd ordered food. A placid smile greeted the child as her meal was dropped off, the smell of which prompted a painful reminder of how hungry and thirsty she was. As the boy walked away, she drew a dagger with an unconscious flourish and used it to cut up the food, assembling it into a couple of sandwiches before tucking in. The lithe elf ate every bit of her food, save the fish bones, even popping the few peas that had fallen out of the bread into her mouth.\nOf. After a meal like that, she could use a nap, but having already been asleep for Traveler knows how long, surrendering more time seemed unwise. Rising to her feet, she slung her bag, checked around the table to make certain her 'friends' hadn't misplaced anything, then walked out into the too bright evening sun, prompting a hiss and a shielding of her eyes. \"How long had I been sitting there? Bloody hell.\" With a sigh, she set off, looking about the street for a dropped paper that might tell her the date. As she vaguely recalled, there was a Gazette or some such published in Share."
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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.\nPotline: Katsuki corp., a multinational 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 Finnegan 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 Bruno\nKatsuki corp. was on the cutting edge of technology for the ninja world, but they were much more than a just research and development company. They had stood prominent for more than 80 years and were a multinational 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 afternoon's 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 Katsuki corps latest product.\nDonovan Reign was important to Katsuki 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 businessman and lead project teams of the highest standard. He had many secrets though and how people perceived him was false. Furthermore, 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 Finnegan. 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 Bruno 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 Bruno 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, Haunts, who\nwere well known for their Ninjutsu and loyalty to their partner.\nShe sighed as she looked at Mr. Reign as her partner. Furthermore, 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\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 wasn't 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 Bruno to him.\nWhile he couldn't say he didn't take advantage of her upbringing of loyalty. But that's not why he fancied her or took her as his both professional and personal. She started out as an intern, little more than a fetch girl, but he discovered her one evening practicing a Ninjutsu that was creative and more advanced than he thought she was capable of. Even from a distance using his Donuts, the Finnegan he was impressed. He took an 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. Furthermore, 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 I'm sure you did, but I'll 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 just wished she didn't 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 ABU can wait, right?\"\nShe knew she was pushing her luck because anything that dealt with the ABU 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 isn't 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 want this relationship.\nABU 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 Finnegan 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 wasn't 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 don't you? My goal is now your goal. Understand! He raised his voice on the last word. I want to spend time with you, just it's 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.\nABU Information\nABU (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 juts where they literally dissolve into noting but a chakra gas that quickly dissipates removing them from the ninja world. Unlike in the anime this ABU 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 Kai 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": "It had been a long day for Kate Beckinsale. She had many friends over enjoying her company at her mansion, soaking in the pool and eating what food was on offer. Maybe stars had turned up in their bikinis and had a fabulous time before leaving late in the evening.\nIt was around 6pm now and the crowd of people became much smaller, only closer friends staying. Kate walked through the back door and in to her home leaving wet footprints behind her. Wearing an orange bikini which showed her delightful figure, she made her way to the basement where her wine was stacked. Walking down the stairs, she opened the door and found herself in a maze of bottles, hundreds at least. Going through each section, she finally found something to her liking and picked it up. Looking up the ceiling, she could hear laughter which made her smile. It was a good day, everyone enjoyed themselves and didn't have any complaints.\nScratching the back of her head, Kate was attempting to make her way upstairs and back to the party before she heard a noise. Squinting her face in confusion, she closed the basement door and turned the corner in to a hallway instead of going back outside."
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"value": "A dark shape ran swift and silent through the mansion's white rooms, seeking prey. It was a lean, quicklime man intent on a target. He has been watching outside for hours, ready for the right moment. Now his instincts told him that moment was approaching. Lurking with caution, he hid outside first, gauging the atmosphere. Security was lax with the convivial mood, and he slipped in through a side door, face obscured for any cameras.\nThe afternoon heat still hung in the house, even as twilight quickly approached, and sweat prickled across his skin. From an interior balcony he was able the study the remaining guests - and the woman he had come to snatch. For a moment he was almost frozen by the sight of her firm frame parading below him.\nHe waited patiently, minutes oozing by like hours. Finally, he saw her come inside from the pool, and his tensed muscles surged into action/ Somewhere distant the babble of contented laughter and voices was rippling down, but the house itself was silent save for the padding of her feet. He drew as close as he could behind her, listening to the rattle of bottles, and drawing out his taser. It made a small click as it fired into life, and he shuffled back quickly into an alcove as the curious Kate came in investigate. As she stepped cautiously into the dark of the hallway, he left out and jabbed her in the back of her neck with the taser, putting her out quickly with a sharp savage jolt.\nWasting no time, he threw her wet and supple body over his shoulder, escaping quickly from the house. The upstairs occupants were so oblivious he even walked right out the front door, unnoticed by anyone. He moved down the path to his plain white GMC van, dumping his captive in the back. Every sound and movement seemed utterly amplified in his excitement and paranoia.\nHe bound and gagged her with duct tape as she groggily started to come around, forcing him to administer another painful shock to put her back out. With a triumphant slap on her rock-hard ass, he slammed the van doors and practically ran into the driver's seat. Firing up the coughing engine he and the kidnapped Kate rolled off into the night, and he finally allowed himself a wicked laugh of delight."
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"value": "\"Ugh....\" was the short deep groan from the woman as she felt the jolt on the back of her neck. She would have moaned louder if she was still conscious, but instead she fell, losing all control of her now limp body. The wine bottle she carried fell to the floor, rolling in a smooth path to the corner where it came to an abrupt halt. Her kidnapper was lucky the object didn't smash as it would have entertained a crowd soon enough.\nKate's lifeless legs dangled and hanged down his chest with her ass on his shoulder and nearly in his face. On his back, her arms swayed from side to side towards the front door and continued to do so until she reached his van where she was placed in the back. Because she was in a skimpy bikini, the night air could have more effect, and it did just that, making her slowly come around to see the taser come towards her and hit her again. The actress lost consciousness and was out cold as the engine roared."
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"value": "It took everything the Man had to keep his eyes on the road. They kept trailing back lustfully to the recumbent figure lying still behind him. He could hardly believe the sight of Kate lying there, after all his planning and anxiety. His skin shone wet in the dying light, her lean and taunt frame lying in such a way that her firm breasts were prominently displayed. The Man forced himself to tear his gaze away and watch the road as he headed onto the highway.\nThe hour-long drive up to his hilltop cabin seemed to take an eternity. But eventually he rolled down the long gravel drive to his isolated hideout, the headlights cutting through the freshly-fallen night. Parking around the back he finally pulled to a stop and got around.\nAdrenalin pulsed in his head like a beat as he walked around the back of the van and threw open the doors. Kate was conscious but lay still, staring back at him with mingled hatred and terror. The Man held up the taser warning, slapping her ass firmly with his other hand. The firm muscle barely rippled under the blow. Grabbing her bound wrists firmly he pulled her to her feet, holding the taser's teeth hard against the back of her neck. Together they walked others to the dilapidated old shed and stumbled inside."
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"value": "Judging by the noise, they were driving on gravel. It woke her up as the van was speeding up to the cabin. Feeling a little pain on the back of her neck, Kate remembered she was hit with a bolt before passing out. When the vehicle came to a sudden stop, the actress looked at the two windows which were situated in each back door. A dark figure shined through both before it opened them. \"Ugh\" she moaned through the gag as the figure slapped her ass in the bikini. Once the man pulled on the bounds that tied her wrists, Kate was forced to use her feet on the gravel to stop herself from falling. Walking awkwardly in front of him, barefoot on the stones, some were cutting in to her skin causing discomfort.\nThe noise of the taser just behind against her neck was sending fear down her spine because she didn't want to feel it again. Sobbing as she walked towards the shed, Kate had to duck to enter it.\nThe woman's body was now dirty and tired. The van in which she was thrown in to wasn't the cleanest and dust rubbed off on to her back and arms as well as her legs and face. Dirt stains were on either cheek and her forehead, the constant turning of his driving making her roll about like a ragged doll.\nNow inside the shed, Kate didn't know if he was keeping her in here or taking her inside the cabin."
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"value": "The Man drank in the stale and fetid air of the shed. A heavy chain hanging from the ceiling and a battered old army chest were the only adornments in there. Swinging from a corner was an old workman's lamp which soaked everything in a bright, sickly yellow light. Manuring Kate rough and fast to keep her disoriented, he pushed her to her knees in the dirt as he pulled the chain down and padlocked it tight and firm around her slender wrists. His breath hissed as then he proceeded to pull her up on tip-toes, her arms taunt and straining.\nHe admired the body hanging before him, toned to perfection. Taking a small switchblade out of his pocket by flicked it open just behind Kate's ear, then traced the blade across her shoulder and down her back. With a twist of his wrist he cut away her bikini top, letting it fall as her firm round breasts were exposed. Still holding the blade gently against her smooth, damp skin he then drew it down to her hips. Pausing a moment to let her suffer in expectation a little more, he then cut away her bikini bottoms leaving her completely naked.\nHe put the knife aside and took up a riding crop from on top of the chest. He traced the top up her legs and ass, then whacked it across the firm cheeks as they quivered under the blow. Furthermore, he continued this for several minutes, each time landing the crop in a different place. Sometimes he laid a stroke across her strong thighs or hips. Then he slowly walked around the front and began to repeat the process on her tits, leering at her the whole time. Blow after blow of the stinging leather rained over her pouting breasts as they turned red with pain."
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"value": "The chains pulled her up by her wrists, causing strain on her joints. It pulled her up making her on her toes for support, something which wasn't very comfortable. Kate's eyes opened wide when she saw the blade, and she squirmed under the gag in her mouth as it traced her fine smooth skin over her shoulder before cutting away her bikini top. Medium-sized breasts popped in to view, light pink areola's and nipples facing the man who had captured her.\nTears were streaming down her face as she stood topless in front of him. Kate didn't know why he was doing this to her. He just kidnapped her and took her here just to strip her off her clothes so far. Her body felt the blade caress further down her curves before cutting away at the orange bikini bottoms. Her plump round ass and shaven pussy groin area were also part of the show now as she looked at him putting the blade away and getting a riding crop.\n\"Mammal!\" she tried moaning in fear, but her voice was drowned out by the gag. Shaking her head she shouted in distant pain as he hit her along her ass. Kate had never felt so much pain before, and she was made to endure it over and over on different parts. Her cheeks were a dark red and her breasts soon followed as he hit them to. Her face was wet with tears as she wanted him to stop."
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"value": "With well-aimed lashes the Man turned Kate's porcelain skin a burning red. He focused on her most tender and intimate areas, working hard to elicit as much pain as possible from her toned body. Her muffled sobs and screams were punctuated by the slap of skin on leather. Working the whip around to her crotch, he began to pound her pussy mound, striking along the thing strip of neatly trimmed public hair. He landed several strikes right in the perfect place, sending excruciating shudders through Kate like nothing she had experienced before.\nSuddenly the Man ceased the blows, standing back behind Kate. He ran his eyes along her shivering, sweaty body as the gag choked her pleas and cries. Putting the whip back up on the wall he then took a long spreader bar from beside it. As Kate struggled he grabbed her elegant legs and strapped her ankles into the restraints of the spreader. They were now held open nearly two feet apart, pulling hard on her powerful toned thighs.\nRemaining behind and out of sight of Kate, the Man begun to finger her pussy. He tested the lips first, before inserting a first and then a second finger deep inside it. He worked the tender flesh roughly, prodding hard and deep into the most intimate part of her. As she wiggled and yelped reached around he slapped and pinched her tits hard. Finding his cock now firm as a rod, he slipped it fast and rough into her tight, dry snatch. With increasing tempo he began to fuck her steadily."
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"value": "Tim Drake sat alone a top of a Gotham sky scrapper. Was he in his red and green Robin attire? No. Was he in his black and red redesign of the Robin suit? No. Thanks to a certain Damian Wayne those suits will not see the light of day for quite a long time. His new suit, now under the identity as Red Robin, consists of along-sleeved red tunic, along with black boots, tights, gauntlets with triangular fins for defense, cape and cowl (homage to his now former mentor). It also includes a black-and-gold utility belt that carries his weaponry such as his Beau staff (Tim's personal favorite) and throwing discs. He would admit that the suit is nothing new, Tim had been wearing a hero costume for a while now, and they all started to feel the same, but this one felt somewhat different. With the past suits they were all connected by the simple R on the left side of his chest. He was taking over a position already filled by two other people. This suit was different, it was his own, no others before him have taken this title. He was now truly his own hero.\nWith that thought he got up from where he was sitting and looked over the city. It was time to make himself known. He stepped to the edge of the building and took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. After the exhalation had ended he took a small leap off of the roof. He plummeted toward the ground, the wind whipping around him, the cowl keeping his hair from blowing all over the place. When he was a few meters from the ground he gripped his cape. An electrical signal from his gloves went through the material in his cape and stiffened the spines in them and the cloth tightened around them to form stiff wings. The wind caught in the pockets and Tim was able to pull out of his dive and into a speedy glide over the rooftops of Gotham. God, he loved being the adoptive son of Bruce Wayne, it had so many perks!\nAfter gliding for a while he was able to pick up on an alarm ringing on one of the streets. Tim looked up in the sky and saw no bat signal in the sky, Bruce wasn't out tonight. He decided this was a good time to let himself be known, start small and make them afraid of ones of the new heroes in town... well really an old one in a new costume, but that was beside the point. He zoomed over to the roof opposite of the alarm and took a look at what he was up against.\nFurthermore, he saw that a group of five thugs or so robbing an electronic store, this was going to be fun. Furthermore, he reached into one of his pouches and withdrew a throwing disk. Furthermore, he threw it at the alarm and silenced it, the red floodlight from the alarm was broken and therefore was shut off and the store was pitch black, this of course had the thugs startled and reaching for their guns. Furthermore, he launched himself into the store and tackled one of the thugs to the floor and knocking him out with a quick punch across the face. At this point Tim was hunched over the thug, the cape covering the rest of the costume. The thugs had their guns drawn, but they were shaking saying, \"Oh no it's The Bat!!\" When Tim stood up straight and turned around they stopped shaking. \"What?! That's not the bat, it's just some punk kid wannabe!\" Before any of them had the idea of actually shooting at him Tim grabbed a pellet from his harness and threw it to the ground. When it hit a large plum of smoke filled the room and Tim went out of sight. They started panicking again and randomly shot into the smoke. Tim already being out of the smoke was able to star picking them off one by one. When they were all taken care of he had them all strung up by a light pole. It was a pretty good start to the night."
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"value": "Vibrations from her cellphone made her stop the shower short and run into the small bedroom. There was only a name and an address with an X after. Death. Using the extra towel from the hotel roomJadedried her long black hair and quickly pulled her briefcase from under the bed. She slides on her dark green top that wrapped around her shoulders and down her arms. And her green gloves had long metal claws attached to them, they held their own surprise for her victims.\nShe slid on green boy shorts that matched her outfit and knee-high green boots. Bending down Jade pulled another briefcase out and smiled at the sight of her two SAI weapons. Flipping them in her hands she attached them to the leather strap that crossed between her breasts all the way to her back. Opening up the text once more she read the name, 'Dr. Jones' 1345 Bently street apartment 3B.\nMaking a note in her mind of her destination, she snapped the flip phone in half and tossed it in the trash can. Her assistance was needed in ridding her boss of another pest. She opened her hotel window and let the breeze pass through her hair, it sent shivers down her spine. Turning back towards the bed she pulled a white cat mask from the case and strapped it to her face. The eyes were big and bright green while the grin it held was large and demented.\nNow that her mask was equipped she crawled out of the window to the roof and did a scan of the night. It gave her the distance of her next target and Jade was on the move. Hopping from rooftop to rooftop she moved quickly and with more stealth than a normal person. Eying the apartment building Jade crawled down the building's wall and slipped in through the Dr's open kitchen window.\nShe crept low to the ground as the darkness kept her concealed, she could hear his snoring in the opposite room. The green eyes on her mask glowed faintly as she did some investigating of the apartment. Finding nothing of use she proceeded into the bedroom, pulling a SAI from her back she gripped it tightly.\n\"Nice to see you again Jade.\" the voice was rough and deep. The body in the bed lifted, and he held a gun pointed in her direction.\n\"Cheshire to you...\" she hissed softly as she took a step towards the doorway. She kept her calm and decided if she was going to run it had to be now. Quickly turning her body Cheshire ran for the apartment door, the sound of gunshots firing around her. She rolled to the ground and knocked through the Exit door climbing the stairs to the roof. The man followed after her sending multiple shots her way as he climbed the stairway.\nCheshire peeked over the ledge only to catch a bullet in her shoulder, she stumbled back into the wall. \"Dammit...\" she cursed sliding to the step. She winced with pain and watched as he approached her, using her SAI she flung it as hard as she could. Hearing the gunshots hit the ceiling she crawled up the stairs to the roof. Breaking through the door she felt the cement under her hands. \"Fuck.\" she muttered leaning against the rooftop door. What was she going to do now?"
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"value": "After Tim had strung the goons up by the pole he had reached for his grapnel and aimed for the top of the store. He pulled the trigger and the line shout out with a bang, when the hook gripped the top the line tightened, and he was yanked up to the top of the building. When he got up there he immediately took out his Cryptographic Sequencer, a gadget Bruce had given him to track radio signals and decode security systems for entry. Right now he was using it for the signal function. He slid the two pads apart and a holographic screen appeared between them. The disks on each pad were tuners to tune the signal. He already knew the GCPD signal so he immediately tuned it to that. Why he hadn't thought of it earlier, he didn't know, his thoughts were elsewhere when he first went out on patrol.\nWhen the signal was locked in the earpiece in his cowl began to crackle and buzz with sound of officers calling in the codes of local crimes being committed. He listened closely to them and found a police dispatch asking for officers in the area to check on a report of shots being fired at 1345 Bently Street. It was an apartment complex so it was easy to check on.\nHe turned himself toward the direction of the apartment and dove to gain speed, and then pulled back up to regain altitude. He did this a few more times to get him across the rooftops until he came to the right one. Furthermore, he knew it was the right one because he saw two figures on the roof. One was holding their shoulder and the other had a gun leveled at them. He swooped in on the fun wielder and tackled him using the momentum from the dive. He was on top of the man in seconds and landed three quick strikes on his head and he was out like a light.\nFurthermore, he turned back towards the other person and was shocked to see who it was Jade Nguyen, better known as Cheshire. She was once Roy's wife, but only due to Liam's birth rather than an actual ceremony. \"It looks like I'm getting two birds with one stone.\" He walked to Jade and knelt beside her to examine the wound. The bullet went clean through, lucky for her, and it would require the standard amount of stitches that it usually does. \"Getting rusty, Jade?\""
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"value": "\"New suit Tim? Still Daddy's little boy I see...\" she retorted turning away from him. She winced in pain and pulled herself to her feet. She looked at him with a smirk, \"I could do laps around you rookie.\" she teased and lifted her mask up. Her hazel eyes examined his new suit, and she thought it looked better than his old one. Grabbing her SAI she put it back on her back and wiped the dirt off her knees.\n\"I was set up...he tried to kill me.\" she said sternly and grabbed on to Tim's arm for support. The sounds of police swarming the building was loud, and she stepped to the rooftops edge. \"Catch me if you can...\" She hissed and took a few steps back. With a running jump she landed on a rooftop below the one she left Tim on and looked over her shoulder at him with a smirk. She wasn't going to jail without a fight, but she really needed a hospital."
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"value": "Cheshire was ever the charmer. \"Daddy's little boy\"? Wow, she must be well-informed if she knew about the adoption... along with Dick's, Jason's and Cassandra's. He raised a brow underneath his cowl when she said that she could run circles around him since he's a \"rookie\". \"Are you serious right now?\" he asked mockingly, \"More like I can run circles around you!\" He had training from some of the greatest martial artists in the world, some of the top gadgets that R&D of Wayne Enterprises could secretly make, and the advantage of being fully healthy while she had a bullet in her shoulder. He kept his hands on his belt as she eyed him, one on a such with his shrikes and the other on the holster for his Beau staff. His hands gripped tight when she reached for her SAI.\nWhen she explained her predicament he could only chuckle and looked up as if looking at God. \"Poetic Justice?\" She then gripped his arm, his hand gripping his Beau staff expecting an attack. He relaxed when she used it to merely get up from the ledge. The sirens of the GCPD Blue sounded below as the report finally got out to other squad cars. A cat like hiss came from her mouth and she left off to the roof below her. Knowing that she had just attempted murder so she needed to bring her in. He took a leap off of the roof and opened up his cape for the gliding. He passed over her and dropped in front of her. \"Tag.\""
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"value": "I know. Mum I have it under control. You're just going to be gone the weekend. Luke and I will be fine. We have K-9. Go enjoy yourself. The young teenage girl was picking up in the kitchen while her mother looked worried and was in a rush to catch a plane.\nI know. I just worry about you two. You two are my life know what dangers are out there. She trailed off looking out the window holding her purse and Heather sighed and leaned against the counter wiping her hands on a washrag.\nNothing strange has happened in ages. And if it does well then your so-called doctor will save the day. She said trying to joke but saw her mothers saddened face. Her mother had spoke of the doctor so many times, telling her children of the lovely and dangerous adventures she had gone on, how the doctor had stolen her heart but left her in the end to protect her. She had seen him a while ago but didn't speak of Luke or Heather. She was embarrassed in sort of way, thinking he might get jealous or mad. Though she knew that was silly, and another part of her feared that the same thing might happen to Heather. The only thing was she knew the safest person to be with was the doctor, but it also came with a risk. Ever since then she had been even more protective of when he might show up.\nYou call me if anything happens. Alright, anything. I left money on the card, order you guys some carry out this weekend, get groceries just be safe. Sarah said kissing her daughter on the forehead. Luke came out behind K-9 with a gadget, and she ruffled his hair, kissed his head and said her goodbyes before finally rushing out the door.\nThat night after eating dinner and making sure Luke was settled in her room, Heather went to go lay on the patio furniture in the backyard. A storm was coming in and she loved storms. She stretched out listening to her headphones. She was happy to just have some peace for once and mellow out.\nFurthermore, she had no idea that tonight she was about to meet the same man that had swept her mother off her feet and showed her the stars. The only difference is the doctor this time around wasn't going to just let another companion slip away. He would find that Heather Jane Smith would be one of the few companions he fell for and gave in too. She closed her eyes as a strong cool breeze blew in."
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"value": "The Doctor had already visited so many of his companions that were still living or in this dimension. Jack Harkness had Torch wood, Martha Jones and Mickey Smith, well, they had each other now, didn't they? He had said goodbye to them, all in his own little way. He couldn't come out and say it because he knew they would worry, but just getting to see them again, to tell them how fantastic they had always been, that was enough. Because it was time. He could feel it in his two beating hearts, it was time to go, to move on. Soon he would have a new face and the Doctor, the man he was now, would die. There was just one last stop to make.\nWhen he opened the TARDIS doors he was in her backyard, his dear Sarah Jane Smith. There's a saying that you leave the best for last, and since his beautiful Rose was in another dimension, well, Sarah Jane was a very, very close second. And that made her the best, in this dimension anyway. Her backyard looked cozy, and he could imagine all the fun times she had here in this yard with her son and K-9. Good old K-9! What a good dog he was, taking care of Sarah Jane for him.\nThe Doctor ran a hand through his crazy brown hair and dusted off the front of his brown trench coat. He straightened his tie, he couldn't wait to see her, to make sure she was doing alright. If he knew she was doing alright he could go in peace, he knew he could.\nHowever, he saw a young girl in lying on the patio furniture, and he thought for a moment that he had gone to the wrong time, because there she sat, reclining in the chair. Sarah Jane Smith, as young and beautiful and vibrant as ever.\n\"Sarah Jane?\" His eyes grew wide, hoping he wasn't messing up any of their timelines in the past. But then he looked at the girl again, this time more closely. No, this wasn't Sarah Jane, she looked remarkably like here but there were differences from the real Sarah Jane.\n\"Hello there, is Sarah Jane at home?\""
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"value": "Heather was listening to music getting lost at the moment, just relaxing. She was trying not to think of anything. She felt a strong breeze blowing in and just stretched out her legs and wiggled her feet, which were in short socks. Furthermore, she opened her eyes to notice the lightening getting closer in the distance. Furthermore, she lay there just watching it and noticed the wind picking up. It was an electrical storm and as she slowly sat up with her legs pulled to her chest, she saw the most bizarre and unbelievable thing. The TARDIS materialized right in front of her over to the side beside the garden. She pushed up with one knee from the patio chair looking like a deer in headlights. She gulped and kept blinking; she took her headphones off resting them on her shoulders.\nIt was a blue police box of all things? What the hell was a blue police box doing in her backyard? It was lit up and illuminated, and then she saw it open and cocked her head as an impossible man walked out in a suit. Soon as he saw he gave a charming smug smile. He was gorgeous, gorgeous couldn't even remotely describe the beauty and attractiveness this man held. But he had just appeared out of thin air in her backyard. The man was dressed oddly in a suit, long brown coat and converse. Converse stuck out. The man looked just as shocked to see her and laughed out.\nSarah.? Then he walked closer, the wind blowing strongly against them both. He thought she was her mother, she didn't take any offense. Her mother was beautiful when she was younger, just as Heather was.\nOhio, she's gone for the weekend. Wait, I'm talking to a strange man who just came out of a blue box. I've gone mad, She said making a strange face talking more to herself than the doctor, right, wait who are you again. Am I losing my mind? Do you need my mother? The girl asked looking at him. Then without even letting him finish she walked straight past him toward the garden. She stood there looking at the TARDIS, flabbergasted. She looked at it and then back to the doctor. That's when it clicked, of all things like an phony, he was the doctor. A wind blew again, blowing her hair as if it was some scene out of the movie. As she would be standing in front of the glowing TARDIS, the doctor would state stuck in a trance, as if it was a sign. To take her as provocative as that sounded."
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"value": "He was stunned into silence. And that really never happened.\n\"You... You're her!\" He gaped at her with his mouth open, \"New!\" The Doctor rocked back on his heels and grinned at the girl before him. \"I can't believe Sarah Jane had a daughter! I bet you're just as mischievous as she was!\"\nHe watched as she stared at the TARDIS and then back at him. Obviously Sarah Jane had made him the stuff of bedtime stories. He ran to the TARDIS, placing himself between the girl and the TARDIS. He snapped his fingers and as the TARDIS doors opened he stepped backwards into the ship. Furthermore, he extended a hand to the girl. Furthermore, he wanted to bring her along with him, just think of it, gallivanting around the universe with Sarah Jane's daughter, what fun they would have!\n\"I'm the Doctor, love. Craving an adventure?\"\nHe couldn't say he wasn't delighted when she took his hand and stepped into the TARDIS with him.\n\"So what you are named dear girl? How old is Sarah Jane's Daughter then?\"\nHe let her soak in the extraordinary interior of the TARDIS, each time a companion entered the TARDIS for the first time he could feel the excitement, it was one of his favorite parts. He tinkered with the console as he waited for her to soak in everything."
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"value": "As the doctor snapped his fingers the TARDIS doors opened theatrically behind him, his body was illuminated with golden light from the inside. He was like a beacon. As he held out his hand she felt her heart skip a beat. Did he sweep her mother away and take her on the many adventures? She always wondered why her mother never chose to stay with him. Her mother never told her what happened, how he left saving her life, to protect her. In doing so she was able to live a happy human life where she made two beautiful children, one, which he would fall in love with. She slowly took a step and took his hand and he pulled her into the TARDIS.\nShe stood in amazement at the interior of the TARDIS. Furthermore, she couldn't believe she was inside but what made it more different is that she had been told stories. It was like living a fairy tale. It had a relatively open floor plan; the control console was precisely in the middle of the room. Furthermore, it looked like a crazy alien spaceship. Furthermore, it was very coral like, it felt more organic. The walls were golden, with smaller, hexagonal impressions. The room consisted of a circular area, with a red tiled ramp leading from the doors to a hexagonal platform. On the platform was a second, circular platform.\nThe entire room was supported by six coral pillars arranged in a hexagonal pattern that met with the top of the time rotor at the rooms' ceiling. There were also several black wires connecting to the time rotor. The most notable was it was dim, illuminated by the green glow of the time rotor. She walked one barefoot in front of the other up the ramp examining the room like a little kid would in fascination. She could hear the hum of the machinery and the heart of the TARDIS. Furthermore, she was leaving puddles everywhere but didn't mind it. The young girl could have looked like a model on the TARDIS. She complimented it.\nHeather looked back at the doctor who had a sheepish grin on as he was taking everything in. My names Heather Jane Smith and I'm on the edge of seventeen. She said almost wishing she was younger considering the doctor looked older, but he was so much older and it wouldn't matter.\nSo you're really going to take me with youth see the stars and different planets? Can I stay with you?she asked completely ignoring the fact when her mother found out, it might be a little hectic, but she was ready heart throbbing for the wonderful man in front of her."
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"value": "He let her absorb her new surroundings, after all the TARDIS was an amazing and beautiful ship! He often referred to her as 'sexy' although only when he was alone, although he would never admit to it. So she wasn't even 17 years old yet. For a moment he thought of his Rose, his beautiful Rose, with her blonde hair and bright smile. She had been so eager to see the universe with him, just as this girl seemed to be.\n\"Heather Jane Smith, good strong name!\" He grinned at her and took her by the hand, turning it so he could place a kiss on the back of it.\nThe Doctor worked it over in his head. Sarah Jane wouldn't be too pleased if she came home and her daughter was missing. Not pleased at all. But He had a TARDIS, and he could have her back in literally a minute, they could go all over the galaxy and still be back before Sarah Jane got home.\n\"I'll take you anywhere you want to go, anywhere in time and space! And I can still have you home in time for supper!\" He spun her around, he delighted in the hope in his new companion's face, the wonder in her eyes.\n\"Well Heather Jane, where would you like to go?\""
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"value": "Roman Lion-Fang skulked among the heavy treeline atop of the embankment. Below, his allies were slaughtering and being slaughtered by a swathe of Aquitanian mercenaries, heavily armed and well-prepared for such an assault. He took a deep breath and held it as he aimed his bow and loosed the knocked arrow. It found its mark between the heavy mail and steel helmet of his foe. He fell with a spurt of blood and a gargle, but not before plunging his spear into the ribs of the Pict ahead of him.\nThree mercenaries remained and only two Picts, one of which was Roman. The rest lay dead or dying, their parting groans horrifically clear from the treeline. Lion-Fang went to draw another arrow as the Aquitanians surrounded his remaining ally, but felt nothing safe for an empty quiver. He unleashed a guttural and bestial roar, a tactic commonly used by the Picts to instill fear. Two men turned, and with rapid and tiger-like reflexes he hurled his first steel hatchet, landing with a death-dealing crunch in the 'Y' shape of his enemy's helmet.\nThe final Pict fell as the mercenary plunged his blade through her chest. Yet her spirit did not wane. She drew the steel dagger that hung from her belt and thrust it into his eye. He screamed in agony whilst she laughed maniacally. Together they fell in a solemn embrace to their death.\nRoman and one man remained. The mercenaries' eyes scanned the treeline as prey would search for their predator, to no avail. A Pict could go unnoticed, unseen for as long as they wished in the woods of the world. But he knew he was there, Come out and face me you dog the man roared with a confidence that belied his fear. Lion-Fang happily obliged.\nFrom the forest he came, a hulking predator bare chested and painted in white. His arms spread wide and death in his eyes. Atop the slope he was a giant among men, a primitive and savage beast with a lust for blood. In an instant he charged with a speed like no other, only enhanced by the steep decline. The Aquitanian had barely swung his blade by the time he was tackled; helmet flung from his fragile head. Roman struck with his right, and then his left. Two thundering blows that cracked and killed the mercenary.\nHe stood from his killing frenzy, his scarred form marred with fresh blood, sweat and smeared paint. His eyes darted about the battlefield, at the numerous dead, both friend and foe. Twelve had come through the Bostonian Marches in his war band, yet only he remained. Romans eyes darted to the carriage, and he trudged through the dead and flung aside the richly decorated door. He tilted his head to the side, his long ponytail adorned with copper and bone circlets flailed beside him. He grinned and began to laugh at his discovery."
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"value": "It had taken her so long to convince her father to let her travel from Venezia to Leigh. Close enough to the western sea, Arianne had always wanted to see the snow of Anaheim. Her father had been against it, naturally. His only daughter, her mother lost in childbirth, his natural reaction had been to shelter his little desert rose. Months had been spent wearing down his resistance, while soothing his fears. What if they were attacked? They could hire mercenaries. He would have hired them normally anyway, right? They could hire a few more.\nShe couldn't help but feel bad, pushing at her father the way she did, but Arianne felt stifled. Who she saw, the parties she went to, all were curated by her father. The world was vast, and she desired nothing more than to see it, both in its beauty and brutalities. Sheltered, she was far from ignorant. Arianne had early on taken to reading everything she could, desiring to be free of her gilded cage. Her father meant well, Arianne knew, and it was hard to blame him for the way he restricted her. It didn't change her own desires, however.\nThe carriage rocked back and forth lazily andArianefelt the motion along with the warmth of the day lulling her to sleep. The heavy weight of her flaxen hair had been braided, in hope of relieving some of the heat that the carriage seemed to trap as it traveled beneath the sweltering sun. Occasionally her guards would allow her to ride a horse, allowing the breeze to cool her ivory skin. Today though, as they traveled adjacent to the Ali mane river. She'd seen from the small window the reason for concern. Along the right-hand side was a rise, dotted with trees. A perfect place for an ambush, she'd been informed. Shifting against the cushion, her back pressed to the corner of the carriage, Arianne fought and failed to keep her golden eyes open. Lazily her lashes lifted and fell, once, twice.\nIn her dreams she was weightless, unbeknownst to the dreaming maiden she was for a moment as the carriage tipped. The scream of a frightened horse was the first thing to pierce the haze of her dream and the impact of her small body slamming into the wooden paneling of the carriage. The shock was the only thing that kept her silent, not that anyone would have heard her cry as the Picts rushed them and swords were drawn. Carefully she rose, though not foolish enough to leave the relative safety of the carriage. Desperate, Arianne wished to know what was transpiring. An innocent, sheltered, she'd never heard the sound of another dying a brutal death and though muffled, she heard it now. The gurgle as blood spilled from mouths, the raspy last breaths.\nA shout, one of her men. A flicker of hope surging from her. They were still alive! At least one... The shout giving her more information that she'd a moment ago. Perhaps they were the only two? The guard and the 'dog' he shouted to face him? The battle was brief, and she heard a body hit the floor, the thud muffled but clear. However, there was no call that it was safe. A frown pulled at her pretty mouth. Perhaps they were checking to be sure? The door above her head opened, and her pale face turned upwards. Sun blinded her for a moment, bathing her features in golden light.\nFeatures carved in delicate perfection. A celestial nose, graceful arching brows, high cheekbones and full, pale pink lips. Thick lashes shadowed eyes of honey, flecked with gold. A face filled the doorway and it was not her guard. The Pict took in his prize and a spike of fear laced through her moments before he began to laugh. Shifting, her frown curled along her lips, her brows drawing upwards. Shifting, her dress shifted, showing the supple length of her thighs, the creamy flesh warmed by the sun.\nShe'd heard tales of what happened to captives... A virgin, she knew nothing of the touch of a man and Arianne had little desire to be raped. Options weighted, she moved again, hand slipping from view. Somethingblack and gold could be seen a second before a flash of silver as she lifted the blade, hand shaking. Dark lashes fell, the intent clear. She'd take her own life before allowing him to touch her. She should have moved faster, hesitated less... Arianne didn't wish to die. To leave her father heartbroken and filled with grief... yet what other choice did she have?"
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"value": "Roman crouched at the entrance of the overturned carriage, motionless as he stared at the golden damsel with his dark, deep-set eyes. He watched as her pristine features gradually took on the familiar form of fear; the sudden understanding that her armed protectors were dead, and her fate rested solely in the hands of one of the most savage and primal races in all of Hybrid. His gaze explored the length of her body, awash with the warm glow of the sun. As her legs shifted, he lingered on the bare skin of her porcelain thigh, the inviting, creamy flesh distracting him for a moment. Had it not been for the bright rays that pierced the inner sanctum reflecting along the length of the blade, he would have missed the drawn steel.\nIn a flash he dropped into the carriage, his Herculean body pressed against hers as he reached for the blade, the fresh blood that covered him tainting her pristine garb. His burly hand clasped around her slender, quivering wrist, the skin soft beneath his battle-worn palm. With his free hand, he plucked the ornate blade from her grip, eyeing it for a moment before adding it to the collection on his belt.\n\"Don't try again\" he growled, the words escaping slowly as he wrapped his Pictish tongue around her native language. His towering figure lingered close to hers as he took in her scent, an enticing aroma only enhanced by her innocent features. He desired to reap the reward of his raid, to take his prize. Any other Pict would have acted on their base impulse, but Lion-Fang knew better.\nIn several sudden motions he had released the hold on her supple flesh and hurled the lithe woman over his shoulder, then clambered free from the box. He dropped her in the dirt among the dead and those who had yet to depart, their hoarse breaths desperate as they clung to life. He gave her one simple command before he turned to salvage supplies from the fallen, Stay."
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"value": "Luck it seemed wasn't on her side as the bright, cherry sunlight caught on her blade. For as large as he was, the Pict moved far quicker than one of his size should be able to. He dropped into the carriage with her, his body pressing against hers as he grabbed her wrist. The fresh blood from her guards transferring to the pale green of her gown. She wasn't a docile maiden to just cower, she'd proven that, and she did so again as she pulled against the hand that engulfed her wrist, though to no avail. The blade was plucked from her hand and she swore. She'd seen where it had been placed, and she debated trying to reach for that blade or any that lined his belt.\nAs if he could read her intention, the brute growled a warning to not attempt taking her own life. Ariane seemed to know better than to speak the scathing response and settled for glowering at the man, trying to not show the fear that despite herself, she felt. She knew what was meant to happen now. What she hadn't expected was for him to lift her up and toss her over his shoulder. He'd told her not to try and take her own life. Yet he'd not told her to be still. Ariane tried to wiggle off his shoulder as he climbed from the carriage and much like the knife, it yielded no fruit. What she was rewarded with was being dumped unceremoniously in the dirt and blood. She could hear ragged breathing near her, and she felt bile rise in her throat.\n\"Stay.\"\nIt was a clear command and one she didn't plan on following. The moment he was busy she pushed herself to her feet, kicking off her heels, her bare feet slid slightly in the blood of the dying before her toes gained traction, curling in the dirt. Running down the path wouldn't serve her, she needed to scale that hill they'd come down as the river was just as unhelpful as the road. She scrambled to get away from him. It was likely pointless, but she had to try... From the road, her feet shifted to grass, and she slipped a little as she ran, a hand brushing the ground as she pushed herself harder.\nShe'd managed to get halfway up the hill. Had he noticed? Was he playing with her? Would she escape? Would he find her if she did. Or would someone else?\nWhat choice did she have?"
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"value": "Welcome to Summoner's Rift!\nAh, that old, crisp, feminine voice that rang out across the battlefield. So many times had HRI been here, through so many victories and losses, yet now she was controlled by a summoner with little experience wielding someone with hercharmand allure. She giggles softly as she hears the sound of gold coins being dropped into the fat coin purse of the merchant at the platform to get her a ring.\" Aww, how cute.\" She whispers to her summoner through their telepathic connection as she slips a Moran's Ring on her ring finger and quickly moves for... Top lane?\nWait, top lane?\nThis summoner really had no idea what she was doing. A small frown reached her lips. So many in top lane were just too fleshy for her to handle to begin with... This summoner overestimated themselves. Not to mention, she had heard of the opposing team's summoners. The infamous group of sexual predators... Yet they had been allowed to play. It increased the popularity of the matches at a time when they had been going on for so long that some had wondered aloud if there was even a point to them anymore.\nStill. She reached her lane on the purple side, taking a few deep breaths she twirls her blue orb around her hands and tails, the light reflecting off her smooth as silk thighs. Who would it be this time she wondered. Who would she charm and drain dry in this little simulated playground of death and mayhem.\nMinions have spawned!\nA small smile of simple delight spreads across her face, her eyes filled with a playful nature.\"Let's play.\" She enters the lane with her minions, failing to check the brush for any intruders, and failing to place any wards down in the jungle or in the river to start with...\nNot that... It was too dangerous...\nRight?"
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"value": "Asus had been a favorite champion of man summoners across all the leagues within the Institute of War from the time of his arrival in this world. Under normal circumstances, this would please the canine-like curator. Being so frequently picked placed him in the Fields of Justice often and finding himself here as often as he did give him more and more opportunities to encounter his brother, Benetton, so that he may humble the reptilian champion. Today was different, however. Today, he was under the command of a summoner with peculiar powers and peculiar methods of waging war. Asus had been picked by this summoner often, and he was none-to-pleased to have been selected once again.\nThis summoner, as Asus would have put it, was a paragon of injustice within the Institute of War - a great sign of the corruption that the power of a summoner could incite in a mortal man. He and his team of four other summoners had, in a sense, gone rogue some time back. Though they were still summoners of the League of Legends, they no longer sought out sanctioned games. Instead, they spent their time finding new, weak summoners and turning the Fields of Justice into a sexual battle royale. How they had evaded punishment was anyone's guess, but they had never seemed to get so much as a slap on the wrist for such actions.\nFor a beast such as Asus, the thoughts were infuriating and the actions, unforgivable. To make matters worse, Asus had been forced to carry out these actions with no ability to deny the commands given to him by his summoner. He had been made an unwilling accomplice in all of this injustice and things were about to get worse.\nUntil now, all of these sexual battles had been conducted against the weaker, lesser-known champions of the League of Legends - champions that no one cared about and few had ever even heard of. This match, however, was to be played against the League's true champions. The women on the other team were all champions that Asus encountered regularly in the Fields of Justice. He feared, deeply, that he would be forced to carry out these commands against someone that he could call a friend.\nIt was then that Asus's thoughts were broken. The connection to his summoner had been completed and Asus was torn from his home in the far-off deserts. Moments later, he was standing on the summoner's platform in the Summoner's Rift, along with four other champions whom he had come to know well because of these twisted summoners.\nAs usual, he found himself here not as himself, but as a damned and infernal version of the Asus that had been left behind in the desert. This body... It was hard to explain. When Asus found himself in this form, he always seemed to enjoy the torment that he brought against his fellow champions more than normal. It was as if this form somehow tainted his soul. He did not like it, but it did, at least, make these matches more bearable for the noble curator.\nThe clatter of gold could be heard filling the coinpurse with the platform's merchant and in mere moments, Asus was headed for top lane with his Moran's Shield.\nKnowing that his summoner had more experience than that of the enemy summoners, Asus was not surprised to see that he had beaten his opponent into lane. The canine-like champion waited at the lane tower for a few moments while his summoner formulated a plan. Asus could almost hear the gears clanking in his summoner's head from his place in the fields. The enemy team's composition was... laughable at best. Asus had no idea what to expect, and it seemed that his summoner did not either.\n\"Minions have spawned!\"the voice rang across the rift.\nThe announcement sent Asus's summoner into action, causing him to guide his champion into the nearby brush along the top wall of the rift. From here, they would be able to see their opponent long before they were seen themselves, a tactic that most summoners learn early, but with as fresh as the opposing team was... Who could guess what they might do?\nAfter a few seconds, HRI came into view. Wait... HRI? Asus had to do a double-take to make sure that he was seeing this correctly, but yes, it was, without a doubt, the League's Nine-Tailed Fox. This Revelation brought a bit of relief to the Curator's clouded mind. HRI had taken her current form from stealing the lives of innocent mortal men. Though the Institute offered her a way of retaining her humanoid form without the need to kill, this did not pardon her from past crimes; not in his eyes. She was a selfish, vain creature who valued her own interests above the very lives of others. He would have no quarrel exacting vengeance for the lives that HRI had ended before joining the League.\nFor now, however, he was to wait. His summoner seemed to be formulating a plan of attack..."
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"value": "HRI moved with her minions, staying behind them and trying her best to last hit each minion for the gold, though, with the skill of her summoner, this was a nigh impossible task. She only managed to get one out of every three or so, struggling even then to keep up that ratio, as her summoner adamantly refused to use any of her skills to rapidly push the lane while the opposing champion was still missing in action. She takes a deep breath, looking around at the bushes. Furthermore, she had one free ward. It would only last sixty seconds, but whoever was in the top lane could destroy her very easily at this stage, even with her charm to aid her escape... Or worse. Mind, though, that for HRI, \"worse\" was fairly subjective against these summoners.\nThe summoner started to grow worried, HRI had guessed, as he convinced her to go into the river to put a ward down. Nothing there. Where was the top lane? She bites her lip as she returns to the lane, her minions having pushed to the blue turret she was ordered to face check the brushes at the top. She had a perfectly good champion checking ability, her ball, it made a noise when it hit something as most physical objects do, and she could throw it out and bring it back with ease... Alas. She checks the brush and immediately bumps into something. Looking up she sees the towering form of Asus overhead of her.\"... Ah... Well...\" Ahri says, with a fake smile and widely opened eyes.\" I think I will just be heading in the opposite direction now, Curator!\" Still. She couldn't use her magic or her summoners yet. Her damn summoner seemed to be paralyzed in fear.\" Do something?!\" She whispers telepathically."
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"value": "Both Asus and his summoner were highly confused by the appearance of HRI in the top lane. Sure, the both of them were pleased that their opponent was one of the League's most beautiful creatures, but this was an unusual place to find this particular champion due to the regular team composition that the Institute of War had adopted. Top lane was usually reserved for bulky bruiser-type champions or champions with reliable health-sustaining magic or abilities. If Riven, Savanna, or Flora had waltzed into the lane, neither Asus nor his champion would have been surprised. Heck, even Alkali wouldn't have been big of a surprise due to her ability to dual and trade, but HRI? The lane was already won.\nStill, Asus had grown to know this summoner well and was not surprised when he was not commanded to advance. Caution was one of this summoner's greatest weapons and with such an odd champion pick opposite him in the lane, he was not going to get in a hurry, nor was he going to grow cocky. This was bad news for both Asus and HRI.\nAs the game went on, Asus would become less and less like his normal self. The form that Asus had been summoned in, this infernal hellish beast that was hidden deep in the Curator's subconscious, would slowly consume Asus' usual self. While the canine-like champion was normally a revered guardian of life and balance, this hell-spawned form would slowly corrupt his mind until the guardian was no more. This form... this 'skin' as summoners called the special forms that they could summon their champions in, would force Asus to become a fearsome destroyer. Fortunately for Asus, he would not have to suffer the transformation for long. By the match's five-minute mark, the transformation would be complete.\nThe plan had been to wait for HRI to clear to the tower and advance on her from behind; giving her the option to face Asus or the lane tower. This would give HRI a lead in lane farm, but due to the experience level of the fox's summoner, neither Asus nor his summoner feared giving her this small lead. Of course, this plan would not be necessary. That realization came quickly and happily when the fox began moving toward the brush where Asus was hiding. Face-checking... A true testament to this summoner's inexperience.\nWhen HRI entered the brush, she came face to face with her lane opponent at last and the sight surely had to be a frightening thing for the fox. HRI stood at only five feet and six inches tall, but Asus... Not only did Asus tower over the fox at six feet and nine inches tall, but he was in his recently developed 'legendary skin'.\nAsus and his summoner were quick to react. As HRI spoke, she would have felt her form grow heavy - a sensation that she might recognize as being the victim of Asus' Cripple ability. With this extra weight-bearing down magically on her, escape was nigh impossible since the two champions would not have access to their ultimate abilities this early in the game and Spirit Rush was the fox's only reliable means of escape. Now she was really in trouble...\nAs if that were not enough, Asus brought his staff high above his head before bringing it back down toward the fox - the time for the first trade had come, and it was looking like it might be a little more intense than a mere trade. If HRI's summoner did not react quickly, this was going to be an easy first blood for the twisted team of perverted summoners."
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"value": "Kylie closed the door of her room behind her and sighed. It had been a long and exhausting day. The team had managed to foil the latest cytoplasmic incursion, but it had been a doozy. And they hadn't managed to capture the ghost/god responsible.\nThat was nagging at Kylie. Dispersing the Somniwyrms had made sure Morpheus could not restore himself, but that had meant Morpheus had eluded capture.\nShe tried to push the irritation out of her head. It was done. The next time the god of dreams tried to break into the mortal world, they'd be ready to get him.\nKylie changed into her nightie and crawled into bed after a quick shower. She could barely keep her eyes open. Thankfully, there were no classes the next day. She could sleep in.\nAs she slipped into slumber, she did not think about whether her dreams were safe."
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"value": "The actions of the current team of Ghostbusters had proven to be of more than a slightly nagging annoyance for the entity known as Morpheus. Although they could not capture or completely put a halt to his attempts at crossing over to their world, they were still constantly preventing him from making more than the smallest of progress in his attempts. As such, the entity decided that it was time for a direct and different approach in both dealing with his opponents and gathering more of the energy it needed.\nAs the Goths teenager slipped off into the land of slumber, a Somniwyrm similar to the ones they had fought earlier that day had started to make its way into her bedroom. The creature floated over the sleeping young women bed, before extending outward a slim probe from its underside which gently latched itself onto her forehead. To the outside world, it may have seemed like this was the end of the creatures effects on the woman, but that was far from the truth, as it began to directly influence and manipulate her dreams while digging deep inside for what it wanted.\nWhat it wanted was those deeply hidden thoughts and dreams which are rarely spoken out loud. More so, it wanted her deeply buried fantasies, as inside the teenagers personal dreamscape, she would soon find herself standing within the Ghostbusters headquarters, fully in costume, with nobody else initially in sight. None of her teammates. No sign of Professor Spangler or Janine. Nobody else, as the firehouse seemed to also carry with it a sense of both familiarity and a feeling of somehow being off from how it usually was, as something wicked loomed within the faked structure and watched the teenager as she moved about the premises."
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"value": "Kylie blinked in surprise as she found herself standing in front of Janine's desk in the firehouse, proton pistol in hand. Hadn't she...just left the place? Her head felt muggy, confused. \"Guys?\" She called out uncertainly, her voice unsteady. There didn't seem to be anybody around.\nKylie looked around, gripping the pistol more tightly. It was night, she could feel it, even though the windows looking outside seemed fogged over for some reason. The house was dark; the lights were on, but they seemed dimmed somehow. Shadows flickered at the edge of her vision; but whenever she turned, there was nothing there.\n\"Ok,\" she muttered to herself. What was going on? She'd been home, hadn't she? Or had she fallen asleep on the couch here again? Had none of the others noticed and woken her before they left? \"Guys!\" She called out again, louder and more irritated. Nothing. After a moment's pause, she called out again. \"Slider!\"\nA sound caught her eyes and she raised her pistol on instinct. Was it...coming from the kitchen? She sighed, half in relief, half in exasperation. Had to be Slider. Holstering her pistol, Kylie hurried down the hallway as the unmistakable noise of Slider gulping down food filled the house. \"Slider!\" She called out as she turned the corner into the kitchen."
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"value": "The noise within the kitchen was loud and clear due to the utter silence of any other noise that might be found within the firehouse. It was a perfect beacon to draw the teenager closer, as a seemingly familiar green ghost was making a mess, per usual, in gulping down food to satisfy a seemingly near unquenchable hunger. When the pale complexioned Ghostbuster entered the kitchen, the sight which greeted her would indeed be similar to one that she had seen numerous times since joining the team, only with the change of the green ghost gobbling down the portions of the food, then tossing the rest of it away in apparent dissatisfaction of what it had to offer.\nThe ghosts back was initially turned toward Kylie, yet it did eventually turn upon both hearing her voice and stopping in its munching to sniff at the air upon catching hold of another scent. Nya? The ghost let out in a familiar way, albeit with a touch of unsettling base behind the normally cute noise, as it turned to face the teenager to reveal a rather shocking revelation. This was indeed Slider, at least in appearance. Only where the long tamed ghost had normally carried with it an oddly cute, pet-like exterior to his unique features, this Slider was far closer in appearance to any number of disturbing ghosts they had busted in the past.\nHis yellow, beady eyes honing in on the initially unsuspecting teenager, while a long tongue parted from his drooling mouth to lick away any immediate traces of the food on the ghosts face. This Slider lived up to the name with the way it seemed to sweat green slime off of its round body, as it flashed its gnarled teeth at Kylie; evidently pleased with her appearance, only not in the usual way the ghostly friend was pleased with seeing the past and current generations of Ghostbusters.\nWithin a moment of time, the unsettling variation of her friend would lunge forward, its mouth open wide, as if preparing to attack with a bite to her face. Instead, the ghost wrapped its arms around Kylie's head, than pulled the Goths teenager in for a messy, yet disturbingly passionate kiss on the lips. It was too dissimilar to the type of kisses it had pulled off on Janine in the past; only this one was far stronger than any that the Ghostbusters secretary had to deal with, as the ghost pressed its inhumanly long tongue forward and forced its way into Kylie's mouth.\nShe could try to push or pull the ghost away, but its slimy body would make getting a grip on him near impossible, as the putrid pet of the team violated her mouth with its tongue while continuing to smooch the girl in ways shed only entertain in the darkest, most deeply buried of her fantasies. As this was playing out, Sliders excessive cytoplasm was continuing to drip over Kylie's uniform, with the slime proving to not be harmful to her skin, yet surprisingly started to burn and melt away at her uniform. Slowly but surely, further portions of the teenagers white skin was exposed on the scene, as Slider eventually pulled back on the kiss with his tongue slowly drawing out to get in a few parting tastes of her mouth until it slipped free with a wet slobbering sound; only for the tongue to begin licking its way along her cheeks to further add to the clothes destroying fluid that dripped down over her body."
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"value": "Kylie sighed in relief at first as she saw the familiar rotund form of the green ghost floating in front of the fridge, gobbling down food. She began to walk forward, mouth opening to ask him where everyone else was, when he turned. Kylie stopped in her tracks, her eyes opening wide.\nIt was Slider, and yet it wasn't. 'Slider' looked...cruel and malicious, in a way Slider never did. She fumbled at her hip to upholster her pistol, but the ghost in front of her rushed her. She only had time for the beginnings of a shrill scream as 'Slider' wrapped his arms around her head; that scream was quickly cut off as her face was practically forced against his lips. Kylie's eyes bulged in horror and disgust as that thick, long, slimy tongue pushed into her mouth.\nShe wanted to gag. Desperately, she pushed at the ghost, but her hands slipped inside his grotesque slimy body. That tongue slipped inside her throat, thrashing around inside her mouth. She had never been kissed this violently, this sloppily in her life. She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling futilely. But soon enough her eyes snapped open as she realized that slime pressing against her was somehow melting her uniform away.\n\"JMMPP!!\" She 'said', struggling even harder now. For a blessed moment, she thought it had worked as 'Slider' slowly pulled away from that kiss, letting her get in a proper breath. Her mouth felt disgusting, full of slime. She wiped at it, but she was still trapped in the ghost's arms, a fact made obvious by how he started to lick at her cheeks like some demented dog.\n\"Stop, Slider!\" She screamed out, fumbling at her hip for her pistol. Soon enough, she'd have no clothes left!"
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"value": "The ghost seemed to pay her protests little mind as its suitably slime tongue continued to lick at her cheek in a manner mixing of both overzealous pet and perverse affection. The green creatures attention would carry on this way for a few moments longer, until enough of its drool and slime had cascaded over her chest to eat away at her uniform and begin to expose rather tempting portions of her young breasts. MMM!! The false Slider would let out with a perverse variation of how he'd usually act upon seeing a tasty sandwich on the table, before suddenly the ghost ducked down at Kylie's chest and buried its grotesque face right between her breasts.\nExpectedly, the heavy focus of slime upon the Ghostbusters' chest would cause the remaining portion of her upper uniform to melt away in seconds, thus leaving her tender breasts fully exposed to the attentions of the teams' mascot. His wide maw opening eagerly, allowing for that long tongue to slip out of his drooling lips, before the moist appendage went about lathering up one breast, then the other, as his tongue swiped and lashed between the pair of them. Soon, the flexible appendage showed off its dexterity in how it flexed and coiled around the gothic teenagers right breast, while still having enough length to rub and flick itself rather forcefully along the budding nipple of her left.\nDuring this, if she was to manage in reaching for her holstered weapon, Kylie would find it suddenly rather firmly snagged in place and unable to be removed, regardless of how hard she might tug at it. Not only this, but the slime was reaching further down her body, meaning it would soon dissolve along with the rest of her uniform, especially after the ghosts green hands moved down to begin rubbing at the belt and groin area of her uniform. Bit by bit, Kylie's clothing was dissolving away, exposing further portions of her pale flesh, until the young Ghostbusters mound was revealed enough for the slime to begin making direct contact with her most intimate of places.\nWith the ghosts tongue still going to work on coiling and licking upon the teenagers breasts, Slider would focus his hands on pawing at her steadily exposed sex, resulting in further portions of her uniform to melt away. Taking advantage of the excessive amount of slimy lubricant, the ghost managed to forcibly squeeze a pair of inhuman fingers into Kylie's parting folds, allowing for the creature to tease at a new place on her body, as its digits moved with a hurried, yet oddly skilled manner as it started to pump its fingers into her. The entire time, the floating apparition kept itself closely held to the teenager, as she was steadily moved back toward the kitchen table, where the ghost would then begin to truly feast."
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"value": "It was late evening; the crescent moon hung lazily in the sky, partially concealed by rolling, dark clouds. But in the center of the Notion capital, even in spite of the hour, the streets were well-lit and the foot traffic dense. NOX, the upscale bar nestled halfway between the trade district and the political arena, was unsurprisingly brimming with customers this night. The light, dimmed just so, maintained enough visibility for comfort and yet retained the mysterious aura nobles sought in their nightclubs. If the pristine half-moon lounges and polished flame-wood tables weren't enough to announce the decadence and grandiose of this establishment, the marble-encased bar and alluringly-clad waitresses available at nearly every corner were certainly enough to alert even the most dim-witted. Not that it mattered; anyone who even made it through the door was a somebody or knew somebody.\nOf course, Darius and Draven were more than mere somebodies. The famed commander and executioner disdained even the decadent lounges; a quick nod more than enough to be shown to a private booth. Pristine sofas mirroring the lounges outside, but coming stocked with a private mini-fridge and, more importantly, relative privacy via the semi-opaque moon-shaded drapery. Darius did not particularly care for the lavish establishment, but Draven had no qualms adding to his older brothers tab. The first round of drinks arrived and were devoured long before their guest arrived, even in spite of this being a sort of homecoming drink held in her name. A sort of, because although the three were drinking buddies of sorts, they never exactly did see eye-to-eye. Draven, in particular, was all too fond of goading the assassin into one verbal spat after another, and it would be obvious from his increasingly widening smirk that he was all too ready to rip Katarina a new one after her most recent narrowly salvaged mission.\n\"--and she murdered the wrong guy? Can you believe it?\" Belligerent words followed by raucous laughter, his trembling mustache making him look that much more like a Forester.\n\"I hardly think she slew the wrong target on accident, Draven. A greed for glory is not to be mistaken for simple foolery.\" The elder intoned in a much more serious voice, his face ever the image of calm Notion might.\n\"How would you know? Maybe she was drunk and --\" And younger bickered, taking another gulp of his drink.\n\"Hush, she's here now, why don't you ask her yourself?\" Darius interrupted, alert senses picking up the nearly silent footsteps approaching outside the drapes. He stood, pulling it aside."
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"value": "Katarina was never without a blade, but the fact that none of those she carried now were visible on her person spoke to the upscale nature of the establishment she stepped into. A few men and women wore dueling swords at their hips, but it was held in silent understanding that the weapons would never be drawn within the building. In fact, for the sake of decorum, any challenges that were made were often seen to their violent conclusions out of sight of the bar's door. It wouldn't do to have them fighting in the street right outside such a place after all...\nWhere the lower nobles crowded outside in hopes of passing through the doors, Katarina simply strode through them, acknowledged by a nod and a raised eyebrow from the bouncer. Hardly the first such look since her return to Nexus... While the stain on her honor had been wiped away in deed, its taint would likely continue to color reactions to her for some time, particularly with the scar tracing above and below one emerald eye to remind all who saw her of what she had done -and more importantly what she had failed to do- in order to earn it. She glared back at the bouncer as she past, and while it was testament to his strength of will that he stood fast against the venom in the assassin's eyes, it was a testament also to the position she held despite her lingering disgrace that he made nothing of it, turning away to bring his attention back to the crowd.\nShe could already hear Draven laughing as she stepped from damp cobblestones to dry and polished wooden floors, following the sound as she navigated the small maze of corridors that connected the many booths. The curtains and thick walls muffled the sound at first, but Katarina tracked it easily enough, padding in near total silence despite that her hard-soled boots should have clicked and clattered against the floor, managing to move lightly despite the anger that roiled within at Draven's words.\nThe curtains swept aside as she drew up to them, and she only just barely managed to keep from looking a fool with one hand raised to part them herself, glaring at Darius to cover her surprise before she turned the anger of her stare on his younger brother who sat across the booth. Unlike the bouncer, the glare Kat fixed upon the mustachioed executioner as the drapes fell closed behind her, and she slid into her own seat opposite did nothing to cow him, much to her annoyance. \"Unlike you, I am never so stupid as to drink when I do my job.\" She retorted acidly, she reached down for the fridge and let her fingers glide over the bottles, collecting condensation on their tips until she felt the glass-inscribed seal on a bottleneck and -with a quick glance to confirm that it was indeed what she sought-pulled it up and set it before her, a knife appearing in her hand as though from nowhere to pry the fitted metal cap off the top and disappearing just as quickly afterward.\nShe took the first long drink straight from the bottle in silence, grimacing at the bitter taste of the beverage before setting it back on the table. \"Any other stupid questions?\""
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"value": "Darius did not acknowledge the glare, expression impassive before he let the drapery fell, returning to his own seat. He wasn't surprised as Katarina picked the seat furthest away from Draven, leaving the three in a nearly perfect triangle. A hint of a smile tugging at his lips at the assassin's rancid temper; the feisty Du Cousteau was nothing like her calm and collected father beyond their shared hair color, and it never ceased to amuse him. He was about to offer some neutral remarks when Draven beat him to it.\n\"And unlike you, I never miss my mark.\" The executioner only seemed encouraged by the prospects of a verbal spat, retorting back with a guffaw. Slapping his own hand on the table repeatedly, laughing at his own joke as if it were the most hilarious line in the world. While Darius seemed ever composed, it was clear that Draven was already more than a little drunk. Then again, he was always a little bit drunk.\nHe leaned in, smirking conspiratorially, before adding. \"Nice scar, Kat. Make you look a little more assassin-y.\" Whatever that meant. Draven never one to let the English language stop him from expressing himself. \"You are going to need one more line to match my glorious tats though.\" His tone wasn't malicious, but quite likely more vexing to Katarina nevertheless. \"Or maaaaaaaybeeeeee,\" He singsonged dramatically, before leaning even further into the table, as if sharing a secret. \"You are trying to match Darius?\" He gasped, pulling back completely, twirling with a strand of mustache as if he'd discovered the most shocking scandal of the century.\nThe elder Notion's eye twitched, further highlighting the thin scar across his left eye. It was a bit longer than more diagonal than Kat's, but as far as facial scarring went, the resemblance was uncanny. \"Draven...\" He growled a warning, unamused to be part of the joke, but the executioner was all too happy to continue his rambling train of erratic thoughts.\n\"Damn girl, you could have just asked me to introduce you to my tattoo artist you know? No need to go so far to imitate my big bro--\" He didn't quite get to finish as the commander, moving at a speed startling given his powerful build, went to the side of him and slapped the back of his head. Quite forcefully, if the fact that his forehead impacted the table with a rather resounding \"swap\" was any indication. Darius looked nonchalant as he returned to his seat, as if he wasn't the one who had just committed the violent act."
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"value": "Katarina snorted at Draven, and leaned back despite that she could not possibly smell the alcohol on his breath from so far away. \"And what would you know about being an assassin?\" She shot back. \"You need ten thousand people cheering you on to so much as twirl an axe!\" Another swig of the bitter drink, \"And even now I've never missed what I was aiming at.\" It was a technical escape, but it was an escape...\nHer eyes flicked to Darius as he growled out a warning but continued undeterred. \"Can you even kill someone who fights back Draven? That's what your job is after all, killing people who can't fight back because you're just not good enough to take on someone who can-!\" Later on she would blame the alcohol on how she raised her voice, but even though there was already a haze of it over her senses (to be expected given the reunite label on the bottle she'd been swigging from) it was not so much that she would have made such a slip in other circumstances. Draven simply knew to get under her skin, and had incredible persistence in doing so to boot.\nStill, Katarina's shouting was cut off quite sharply as Darius leaned over and knocked his brother upside the head, stunning Draven into momentary silence with its force and stunning Kat into the same state with its unexpectedness. Then the redhead turned her nose up at Draven and sat back down, taking another long drink from the bottle at her hand and blowing one errant crimson lock out of her eyes. \"I could take you on with my hands tied behind my back you simpering idiot.\" She blinked, and looked at Darius. \"Isles... I could take you on even if you had your brother to back you up. No offense to you Darius...\" It was less that she considered Darius to be as low as Draven, and more that she viewed him at least as capable of giving her a good fight while Draven would add practically nothing to his Elder Brother's strength."
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"value": "Draven seemed absolutely scandalized by Katarina's accusations. \"My lovely audience watch me because I'good killing. Beheading is art. It is drama. It this something a mere assassin like you would never understand.\" He declared, downing his goblet in one long swig. \"And if it's a fight ya want, Draven will give you a fight.\" He roared back rowdily, standing up, a hand on the table, looking ready to get into a fist-cuff. Darius, of course, wasn't about to see his name disgraced by all three of them being thrown out for public violence.\nThe renowned warrior, for the first time tonight, smiled. The hardened lines of his square jaw and dark brows tightening, looking quite intimidating even whilst smiling. \"Deal.\" He remarked simply, gaze turning predatory as he eyed the youthful assassin. While Katarina was hardly a juvenile, she was younger than the seasoned commander by at least a decade, and her relative inexperience showed as she allowed her better judgement to be crowded by alcohol. Calmly Darius stood, all but towering over the assassin. \"One versus two and with your hands tied behind your back? Bold move, Du Cocteau... Now, shall I tie them for you or will you do it yourself.\" He smirked, waiting patiently.\nDraven was about to grumble something about how he could easily take Kat on without these restrictions, but one meaningful glare from his brother silenced his tongue. The elder Notion considered smiling, eyeing Katarina much like a cat eyed its next meal. The night had suddenly gotten that much more interesting."
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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. ABBA, of course, couldn't?’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 gray and purple pillows at the feet of ABBA. 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 ABBA 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 lightsaber 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. ABBA 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. ABBA 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 the soldiers had encircled her, ABBA behind her. ABBA 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 ABBA?’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 Tattooing. The main chamber of ABBA'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 Hunt 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 hunt 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 ABBA 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 ABBA 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 Hunt 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 ABBA 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 ABBA'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 ABBA. 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. Furthermore, 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 provocative, but until now it had never held that kind of significance to her. Leia could only hope that ABBA 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 ABBA, 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.\nABBA watched. ABBA viewed each of the girls, two Two'led women, one with blue-hued skin and one with yellow, a pair of blonde Human twins, a Gunman 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 women's' performance. ABBA 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 ABBA 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\"ABBA no Hakka la true Na TU pa monkshood'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 something quick, 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. \"ABBA wantsyouto lead the dance, behave to follow that lead... and if we don't keep him entertained it'll be the end for someone!\""
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"value": ":Christy couldn't hear anything but a low dull roar as the semi pulled up somewhere. The 18-year-old prisoner had been unceremoniously been yanked out of her cell earlier on in the day, a burlap sack placed over her head, her lovely long red hair mussed and constantly getting into her mouth as she guards of the juvenile prison shoved her and what seemed like 30 others into the back of the huge truck. Nobody knew what the hell was going on, none of the guards said anything as they screamed for an answer...visions of a mass grave filled Christy's head as the truck stopped. Several others of the girls started to whimper...they weren't hardened criminals, several were just petty thieves.\nIt had been like since ever since the new regime had taken over New America in 2031. Millions were starving under the totalitarian government, Christy's family certainly one of them. The lithe, athletic redhead had been captured six months ago trying to steal a loaf of bread from a bakery in town to give to her family...there was no judge, no jury, just a TEN-year prison sentence handed down to her.\nThe pale girl's eyes were suddenly filled with an explosion of light and a huge roar from a crowd of people. They...they weren't going to be killed, they were going to be entered into of the governments competitions! The only entertainment the new government allowed was twisted versions of old sporting events, usually resulting in horrific deaths or transformations of its contestants. Christy looked down at her body...she was skinny, about 5'5, with no muscles to speak of. Boys had described her as \"pretty\", more of a girl next door type. She had small, but firm breasts...not that those would matter in a fight.\n\"Ladies...welcome to the Maternal Walk!\" A voice said over the loudspeakers. The girls looked at each other, confused...what was the Maternal Walk?"
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"value": "Miranda shook and screamed uselessly into the rag an exasperated guard had finally shoved into her mouth to silence her constant stream of begging, bargaining and empty threats. Black hair in tight ringlets were matted to her face under her sack and the heat in the truck had caused her to sweat profusely. The already thin prison issued jumpsuit clung tightly to every curve of her voluptuous frame. Her father had been a leading politician until he was found trawling for gay sex in a bus station. Now, a mere week before her 18th birthday, she had been plucked from the lap of luxury and deposited into a den of depravity. She had always run a little to the chubby side but carried it well, in her breasts and hips. She stumbled off the back of the truck and fell heavily onto the dirt. The burlap sack fell free and revealed that the guard who gagged her had done so with a sweat sock and a bootlace. She stared around, automatically expecting help but was merely shoved roughly into line with the other girls.\n\"Yo, this is Clive Harrington broadcasting live from the latest Maternity Walk. He wore designer jeans that cost more than the median household income, a shirt decorated with foil skulls and a fitted cap. He was mounted on a ruggedized Segway and had a camera crew following close behind. Artificially inflated biceps strained with every step he took.\n\"As always, the first order of business is to get to know our contestants. Let's get started.\" He came to the first girl in line a removed her hood with a flourish. The brown haired mouse of a girl had her face set as she was presented on camera.\n\"Tell the folks at home what your name is honey.\" She spat on the out held microphone. A nearby guard jammed a cattle prod into the small of her back. She fell shrieking to the ground and writhed for a good ten seconds before struggling back to her feet. Clive repeated his question and the girl Amy, for what it's worth, recounted her age, place of birth and how she came here.\nClive moved on to the next girl, a thin redhead. \"Tell us ginger, what is your name?\""
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"value": "\"It's um.... It's Christy. I'm 18 years old, and I come from Watertown....can't anyone please tell us what's ...\" She said into the microphone, but it was snatched away from her face before she could ask what the contest they were in would consist of. The Emcee of the event looked at her with a mixture of pity and excitement, something that made her stomach turn. Shit...he knew something, and it wouldn't be good for the contestant. She watched as he ran down the entire length of the contestants, almost 50 in total. The fireplug that was next to her was still pissed off, it seemed to be the logical emotion that most were experiencing. Christy was just trying to figure out what the hell was going on...but was then stunned into silence when a huge, hulking figure appeared at the podium. The President?! He was here?\n\"Ladies...welcome to the first inaugural Maternal Walk! You should be honored, your contest is going to be broadcast to the millions in New America,\" The President said. Not much was known about the man who conquered the nation, but he was an imposing figure, wearing an old WWII military era uniform. \"I suppose you're wondering what twist this competition will have...well first let's get you prepped.\"\nChristy heard a huge rumbling coming from down the line. A huge MAC truck was driving in front of the girls with two soldiers manning a ray, passing in front of all the competitors, bathing them with a strange red aura! Christy wanted to run, but doing so would most likely result in her being shot. As the ray went past her, she felt funny for a few seconds, a strange tingle, and then intense nausea! She keeled over, dry heaving on the ground, unaware that most of the other girls were doing the same.\n\"Don't worry ladies, we're just getting the first month out of the way, morning sickness isn't fun in a competition.\" He said. Morning sickness, what did he mean? \"That ray you were just subjected to is a wonder of modern medical science. You were all picked for your fertility...and let's just say that I'm staring at a number of mothers to be!\"\nChristy gasped, and she heard several girls cursing and yelling out about not wanting to be pregnant! Her hand went to her stomach...she was going to be a mother? This was not right!\n\"But don't fret my dears, you won't have to wait nine months to meet your brood! You see, this is a walking competition, like The Long Walk, but with a twist. Instead of walking until you drop and then being shot, you'll be walking and swelling with children, becoming more and more pregnant with each mile...and each challenge you fail. Our Emcee Clive will be announcing the challenges every five miles. But what if you can't continue? Well then my dears, you will have reached your due date, and you'll go into labor on the street! Now enjoy the games!\" He said, racing a gun and then firing it.\nChristy couldn't believe it as she started to walk, slowly with the other girls. What had they gotten themselves into?"
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"value": "Miranda shuddered and bent double, retching bile onto the concrete. Like a doe in headlights she started around at the other girls moving off but was too stunned to move. Fear paralyzed her. A life of pampering and privilege had left her completely unable to deal with stress. Her eyes clapped on the president and a wave of relief surged through her body. She had met him at functions with her father and was sure he'd recognize her. He knows me. He has to know me. With uncertain stumbling steps she lurched toward the platform and inadvertently entered the ray a second time.\n\"Mmmfffff!\" She had forgotten that she was gagged. She fumbled with the foul gag, spitting to clear the taste from her mouth. Furthermore, she opened her mouth to beseech the president for mercy, but only bile came up, and again she was bent over. Before she could even stand back up a guard slapped her ass so hard that it drove the breath from her lungs then shoved her after the mass of walking women.\n\"Don't you know who I am?\" She asked indignantly to the guards and women both. \"My father is James Cole, and he'll have you all killed.\"\nClive pulled alongside the lagging girl. \"Here is Miranda Cole, daughter of notorious criminal and sodomite, James Cole. Tell us Miranda, will your young be as fat as you? Or only as ugly?\" For the sake of the home audience he poked a finger hard into her side so that she jiggled slightly. The teenaged girl burst into tears and sprinted awkwardly to join the pack of women as the camera crew hooted with laughter.\nMiranda came to be next to one of the redheaded girls and asked breathlessly, \"What did they do to us? Are we really pregnant? Why do I feel so sick? What are challenges? Oh, god are we going to die?\""
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"value": "\"To tell you the truth, I don't know what's going to happen to us. What did you say your name was, Mary or something like that? What happened up there with the president, you said you knew him?\" Christy said, trying to rack her brain to figure out a way out of this. As they were walking for the next five minutes, many of the girls in complete silence, Christy was looking around for any way to escape. She noticed that soldiers were all around them, driving in trucks, on foot, in jeeps...all of them were heavily armed and keeping an eye out.\nIt was then that one of the girls, a diminutive Asian with purple hair, suddenly piped up loudly and sat down on the street. \"Fuck this! I quit! We're not guinea pigs for the government to do what they wish! If we all stop now, what's going to happen? We're not nearly far along enough to give birth!\" She said, as she sat down, the crowd booing. The rest of the girls were watching her as the president gave a signal and the truck with the ray came up and shot her with another blast of something.\n\"Hey...hey what do you think you're doing to me! What did you do?\" The Asian girl said, as she grabbed her stomach...all the girls saw what was happening and instinctively put their own hands on their stomach. Her belly was expanding rapidly, as she screamed louder and louder, balling towards full term.\n\"This...this isn't Ferrari mmmmmmoooooooooooo! Something....something is happening in between my lessons Morocco!\" The girl cried out, her hands clamping down over her mouth...what the fuck, Christy thought, did the girl just moo? She watched in horror as the Asian girls belly swelled out farther than she had ever seen a pregnancy go before...until her prison outfit couldn't take it anymore and almost exploded off of her body. Several of the girls screamed as they saw what she had been talking about...a huge pink udder was growing just above her pussy, below her writhing and swollen stomach.\n\"You see ladies, this is your incentive to win! If you lose, you'll be sent to the birthing hospitals to be a birther for the rest of your lives! And as you can see by our lovely Asian here, it's not limited to just repopulating the earth. She looks pregnant with a calf in there, we all need to eat right?\" the president said, lovingly patting the girls stomach. \"Hell, you might pull a fetishists job as well, lots of pregnancy lovers in our country, could serve out as a permanently pregnant porno star for the rest of your life!\"\n\"Well, does that answer your question?\" Christy said, as she put a hand to her own stomach as she turned back to the race. Shit...it already felt puffy, she had a potbelly! She was already growing!"
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"value": "Perhaps it wouldn't have been that strange for most people to stumble upon the building of Aperture Science that is controlled by a specific computer under the name of Gladys. The computer controlled the entire building that had been created as their testing laboratories. However, despite being hard to find, some people had gotten lost in there. It was probably considered an urban legend, now that people would get lost in the area. This would be because the original creators of Aperture Science were long since dead, and the computer had quite probably been growing lonely. That was until a man named Relies Clover came into the picture, he was a scientist, and an amazing one at that. He had entered the building, by pure accident, while trying to find a good place to test for the boundary and the Black Beast, the horrible creature that wrought hell on Earth and killed many people. It had been defeated by the Six Heroes. However, before all that, Relies found another building, the Aperture Science Laboratories.\nRelies met Gladys, and offered the android help with restoring him to power, the android would no longer be an urban legend, it would be something that the heroes cowered in front of. The deal was that Relies would send Gladys people who were no longer necessary in his game of Chess, that the android could play with, and torture... He had given the android a list of people who he was not allowed to bring here. However, the android had decided otherwise, it would not be bound by a simple human. It had already been restored to its former glory, now with its own body to move about in. Sure this new body was male, but still, it was much better than just being a giant computer that would have been easily destroyed by someone like Cell... She was dead now, though... Long gone. And now, here he was, with all this power in his hands, he could rule the entire world... But first, however he could probably have some fun betraying the man who had helped him, after all no Morality core would mean that he could do anything he wanted.\nThe young woman ran a hand through her shoulder-length, silver hair. It was rather surprising that the guards at the front had gone down so easily. Her boss, Kokomo had told her earnestly that there was a laboratory down around here that was run by a company who was funded majorly by the NOT, at least that was how it was known to the public. This was because no one except Relies himself knew about the deal that he and the android had made. The young woman cautiously made her way into the laboratories, her blue eyes quickly scanning every area she entered. Soon enough she'd somehow gotten herself lost... She'd been positive that she wasn't going to get lost, however she had somehow gotten lost... Quickly glancing around, she sighed, and slowed her quick pace to a slow walk, she would definitely have to figure out how to get to the center of the lab, and figure out how to dismantle this place, and destroy someone that was being funded by the government...\nLetting out a sigh, she finally placed a hand loosely on her hip. Goddammit, where the hell was everyone? There were no employees, or anything, either. It was so confusing, and she couldn't even leave, because she'd gotten so lost. Was she in the wrong place? Her clothes were fairly modest, a pair of black pants that hung close to her hips, looking as though they were tailored to her slim form. Her shirt had long, flowing sleeves, and was silver. A black vest which also seemed like a coat adorned her shoulders as well, it was short-sleeved. A pair of laced up, white boots were on her feet, and the 5'7\" woman continued to wander around the area, however she was going much slower, now. It would have been very easy to find the young woman named Cynic for Gladys, due to his ability to know everything that was going on in the building."
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"value": "Gladys smiled from his 'office', of course, he'd be able to create it anywhere, but at the center, near the place his main processor core had been situated, he just felt like home. He was softly singing to himself, in his robotic tone, that looked like someone unleashed an auto-tune on it. He was creating some test-chambers, to put this new recruit through. Though his form had change, and a lot of his identity, his devious and genius mind hadn't, not at all.\nAnd for his form, it really had changed. From the ravaged remains of the first Gladys, left there by, who else, cell, an android was created, made to look alike to, who else, Cave Johnson, with his blonde to light brown hair, sideburns, and gray eyes, those being the only things his robotic nature really showed through. The rest, his skin, his hair, a lot of other things, were all former human and no, you can't know how he got it from them.\nHe had been pleasantly surprised by the woman walking into the factories clutches, and he had watched, and controlled, her every move through it. She was now somewhere in the east of the factory, a few floors below the factory core, and even if she'd get there, she wouldn't be able to use it anymore, He was the factory, he was in charge of everything around here, every camera, every turret gun, every panel on the floor. And now he had a new test subject, or Playboy, someone to test his new inventions on, and relieve his newfound urges, probably from having to many body parts changed, or altered, to human ones.\nThe woman would soon find herself in a room, nothing in it, and the door replaced by normal panels. A screen flashed on, and, not wanting to show his face yet, it ousted flashed in unison with his words, in auto tune-like words. \"Welcome to aperture incorporated. These are the testing areas. Would you kindly change from your usual clothing to the ones provided to you, and leave your personal belongings here, anything you'll need will be provided.\" Out of the wall, a closet slid, containing a uniform, alike to the one Cell, and others before and after her, had worn, just a bit more revealing.\nAfter she was done, either by doing it herself, or by arms coming out the sides, ripping her clothes off her, and replacing it with the suit, which had various unexplainable buttons and zippers on it. She'd then fall through the floor, coming down on a floor far below her, but oddly surviving, due to the leg strangeness the suit injected. In the room lay a portal gun, plus there was a not to hard puzzle, though she'd have to search for where she could shoot the portals, which was behind her in the corner, and a spot which'd need perfect aim, or luck, to get to. There also was a button which read 'don't touch.'"
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"value": "Cynic was her name, however she honestly didn't enjoy using it very much, as it represented what she really was, a weapon in human form. She was probably a lot like the computer she would soon be fighting against. As she continued to walk, she began to feel rather suspicious. Her bright blue eyes widened as she suddenly heard the voice speak to her, seemingly out of nowhere, and gripped the hilt of her Katina that was at her waist, tightly. It was almost like a security blanket for the twenty-one-year-old woman, but soon enough it would be taken away. She spoke loudly, as she heard the computers words, and when Gladys finished speaking, she said something herself. \"Hell no. Why the hell should I do anything you tell me?\" She snarled.\nShe had unsheathed her sword, however it was suddenly of no use, as the arms came out of the wall, snatching the Katina from the woman, and then forcing her into the outfit. It rather pissed her off that she couldn't do anything, making her feel so weak and powerless. Cynic narrowed her eyes, before falling through the floor, which had suddenly dropped out from beneath her feet. She should have died from that long a drop, if she'd been human, and if there hadn't been something built into the jumpsuit that she'd been dressed in. She looked down at herself, and frowned. It felt very comfortable, although she was also very embarrassed by the sensuality of the suit. As she looked around, she spotted the Portal gun. Apparently she was stuck here for these stupid little games... Great...\nGrabbing the gun, she sighed, and then tilted her head lightly to one side, as she began to look for the place to use the gun. When she finally found the place to aim her gun, it looked rather difficult. As such, she took the Portal gun in both hands, and pointed it carefully at the place that needed to be shot. When she fired, out of pure good luck, she got the portal to open. That was just about where her luck would end though, for now, seeing as she was fully within the android's game, now. Stepping through the portal, she found herself in the next area."
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"value": "AS she did well...enough in the first room, in the next room, on a security screen, his eyes appeared. \"You did good for a first-timer.\" he said, \"Mind telling me your name?\" He looked down, the sound of paper \"I've got a list here with people I may or may not be allowed to keep here, I'll check if you're on it.\" He said. As she told him, he looked, her name was on it. \"Oh, here it is, oops, I dropped some ink. Nope, no Cynic, just some inkblobnic, Family of yours?\" After that some kind of laughter was heart, an odd sound, in his voice. He didn't know what this woman, at least, if he had his data right, and the camera's in the room he had changed her dress weren't hacked to show something different, she was one. Puff, who was he kidding? He couldn't have been wrong, or hacked.\nIN his own room he was both overwatching her new test, which was much different from the last one. The room was empty, save for some kind of stick in the middle of the floor. As she'd get closer to it, she'd feel her crotch zipper starting to heat up, and if she wasn't dumb she'd probably put one and one together, and if she was dumb, she'd probably jump the pole on her own account. It was some kind of new energy thing, which'd work on human fluids, and only made to match body heat. It'd open the way to a next, more difficult test. He was playing with her Kitara in his own room. It looked well-made, and battle-worn, but it couldn't handle the strength of the android, and broke down, the sound of it snapping in two hearable through the speakers.\nAs she got to the next room, in god knows how long, he contacted her again. \"Yes? Hello? How did you like the last room? And if you wanted to know what that sound was, it was your Katina, it kind of broke.\" He said, damning that Wheatley for once attaching himself to him, which still left traces in his personality. (Portal 2 reference) \"The next room will be fuller, but also much more dangerous. And if I were you, I wouldn't push the 'don't push' buttons scattered around. It's a bad idea, seriously.\" This was a test as well, using both reverse psychology and the normal human curiosity against the woman. He wanted to see how long she'd last not pushing one of the buttons.\nThat next room had an upgrade for the portal gun, what it was unclear for now, and as she took it, it'd turn into something probably much more normal to her: A combat area. She'd have to use her portals, and the new attachment to the portal gun. That new attachment would transport the brains of the creature it targeted to a production plant, where it was mushed into pieces, some things mixed with it, and transported to her body, where it'd serve as some kind of adrenalin booster, healing item, and body perfecter, making her body more to his liking. She couldn't just shoot anyone, as if she did it too much the gun would overheat and the cooling system would explode, making a sticky liquid splash over her which'd cool down quickly and become solid, giving the attackers, some kind of crazed people, looking from somewhat human to nearly bestial, the ability to do everything they wanted with her."
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"value": "New came down fast, that he was going to get a Shinobi to mentor. The rules made sense, though they were in a time of peace, things could go badly at any point, and they had to make sure they had a group of Shinobi ready to deal with any issue that might come up. Why he was picked to tutor a younger Shinobi he had no clue why at all. He let out a sight as he rubbed the back of his head. Sent Kit, OT just Kit to his friend was one of the last Sent clan member members still alive, he stood tall with a strong build, he had white hair that was kept neat and short at all times. He stood with a gray eyes showing confidence in everything he did. He held two swords at his sides as well as he thought about the situation that he happened to be in. Furthermore, he knew nothing about the woman who was going to come and meet with him. She would be staying with him as he trained her, it seemed simple enough to him.\nKit looked at the name Mai, a solid common name, it didn't tell him much, nor did he know her by her surname either. He let out a sigh as he fixed himself and wondered over to the door of his home and stepped outside, he stretched himself out as he looked down the street, looking at the various Shinobi, he knew that a number of them were going to meet with their mentors to work on plans for their training. He knew that this training would be based around her skills as well as most likely real mission or two just the two of them going out into the world to face whatever danger that might pop up. Furthermore, he sighed, why didn't the file come with a picture. His gray eyes scanned the field as he noticed to many people walking by to pick or even guess just who she was from where he was standing at. It was annoying, but it was just one of those things that happened he figured. He rubbed the back of his neck hoping she would figure out who he was so they didn't miss each other or something."
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"value": "Mai adjusted the small pack containing what few belongings she cared to bring. It felt uncomfortable resting against the two blades crossing her back. It was a relief to know that the village was at peace - Mai's weapons would be dangerously restricted if attacked then. She couldn't rely on ninjutsu alone in battle, particularly with her mediocre chakra skills. Mai hoped that her mentor would change that. If the village was forcing her to train - and live - with a man she'd never met, she wanted to make the most of it.\nMai glanced at the address scrolled at the bottom of her assignment letter. It was all she knew about her mentor aside from his name, but that didn't tell her much either. The Sent clan wasn't as populous as it had been before the Fourth Shinobi War. Like many others, its numbers had dropped drastically. Mai glanced at the surrounding buildings, vaguely wishing for a welcome sign to point her in the right direction.\nInstead, she found a man standing on his doorstep. She quickly referenced the address to the small numbers next to his door. It looked like the right place, at least. Mai glanced over who she supposed to be her new mentor, an athletic man with unusually white hair. His smoky eyes seemed to be scanning the crowd of faces bustling past but hadn't noticed her yet. Mai adjusted the hair tie restraining her voluminous brown hair and approached him, somewhat less reluctant than before - she had almost expected the Homage to assign her a strict, elderly man with a beard longer than her arm.\n\"Excuse me,\" Mai cleared her throat politely and extended her assignment letter. \"My name is Joshing Mai. I'm looking for... Senju Kit?\""
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"value": "Kit looked at the crowd as his eyes scanned over them, noticing a brown haired woman standing looking around herself, perhaps that was the one who was looking for him too. He looked at her measuring her up, she looked pretty average to him, nothing too much stood out actually to him as he judged her from first glance for her Shinobi skills as he stood there in his white and light blue robes his arms crossed in front of himself as he leaned just a bit against the wall by his door. He watched her calmly as he figured that the homage had sent this woman to work with him, meaning he would have to figure out her strengths and weakness as well as ways to help her.\nKit smirked a bit as he noticed her fixing her hair as she walked over, but said nothing at all as she approached. He waited for her to introduce herself to be sure she was who she said she was. \"Yes, Mai, I AMD Sent Kit,\" he said as he pointed to his collar which had the sent symbols did his door and a number of other things within his own house.\n\"Follow, we shall go over our introductions inside, it is much nicer to go over such things in the comfort of a home then outside,\" he mused calmly as he moved towards the door and opened it for her as he stood there welcoming her into the house, which was pretty decent, it had 2 bedrooms an office, and a large backyard area which he had turned into his personal training area. The living room was large with a mix of old and new furniture as well as the hall that led to the other rooms to the left."
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"value": "\"Sure,\" Mai nodded. She stepped over the threshold and into her temporary home. Things appeared neat, orderly...the kind of living room she expected of a skilled Shinobi with a prominent bloodline. She wondered how much time Kit actually spent at home. Mai only kept her house tidy because she was never there. Chains were continuously dispatched on menial missions - peacetime did have its disadvantages. Mai was getting sick of saving cats and playing messenger for lords.\nMai stood in the entryway, surveying the home with her pack dangling from one hand. She turned to her mentor and again noted how serious he appeared. Were all high-ranking Shinobi so formal? She had to admit, however, that he was attractive. A nice build wasn't uncommon on a man in a Shinobi village but Kit appeared more composed than some of his hot-headed companions, and his solemn gray eyes kept her wondering what he may be thinking. Mai gestured in the room and said, \"You have a nice home. Thank you for sharing it.\"\nMai took the opportunity to learn more about her assignment and continued, asking, \"The Homage did not mention the duration of this arrangement. How long are we to train together?\""
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"value": "Kit looked over at her for a moment and paused, she seemed a rather reserved young woman, a trait that wasn't bad, especially for a warrior of the shadows as they were. He looked her over, she seemed to have two blades on her, she also seemed to have a fit body, so working her into shape wasn't going to be the biggest focus most likely. He looked outside, and thought about the training he could start with her. Furthermore, he wanted to test her out, and get a good idea of what she could a dcouldn't do. That would wait for a moment, but most likely not to long.\n\"Okay, you are to train with me for one year, going on missions with me over the course of that time,\" he explained as he looked at her answering her question first and foremost.\nPointing down the hall with his hand he looked right at her, \"Well, Mai, your room is down that hall to the left, only door to the left, the kitchen is at the end of the hall and the bathroom are the second door on the right, we will figure out a time plan on when we can use said bathroom, so that we don't overlap and cause any type of scene that might happen if we were to go to the bathroom at the same time, I prepare lunch if I am at home each day around 12:30, and dinner around 6:30, if you wish to make your own dinner go ahead, if you wish to join me, just tell me in advance or if you wish to cook, likewise,\" he explained as he looked at the brunette telling her the situation of the home, directions and everything else she would need to know.\n\"Today, you can unpack, the first thing we are going to do is spar, don't worry, I won't take it hard on you, I just want to see what you are capable of, so that I can design my training to your abilities, and match your talents in the best possible ways,\" he explained, \"you may unpack your things, when you are ready for your sparing match I will be outside, that is where training happens,\" he said looking at her, leaving her to explore as he went outside and stood against a training dumb relaxing as he waited for the woman to get her stuff in order."
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"value": "A year? Mai concealed her astonishment behind a polite nod. She had expected weeks, months...but not a year of living with a strange man, enduring what would undoubtedly be arduous training. Well, he won't be a stranger very long, Mai assured herself. She had a feeling that, over the course of their year together, she would come to know Kit quite well. Otherwise, it would be a very long, uncomfortable year.\nMai glanced down the hallway as Kit pointed. Thankfully, his home's design was simple enough. Mai hadn't considered sharing a bathroom with him and appreciated his thoughtfulness in scheduling shower times to avoid any mishaps. She listened carefully as he explained the rest of the house rules, including meals, and nodded. Again, quite straightforward and highly structured (unsurprising for a Shinobi of his rank) but Mai could get used to it. Her biggest struggle would be refraining from taking advantage of his cooking - she normally made all the meals in the home she shared with her father due to the time he spent lost in archives. It was a refreshing change to see someone else in the kitchen.\n\"Thank you. I'll meet you outside after I unpack, then,\" Mai said. She walked down the hallway to the first door on the left and gently opened the door. The room appeared to be a simple guest room equipped with all the basic furnishings: a bed, nightstand, and a small closet for her other clothes and equipment. Mai tossed her pack on the bed and considered following suit, but decided better of it. Kit was likely waiting on the training grounds already. She also resisted the urge to peek out the window, wondering if it gave her a view of the training grounds or the village streets. Instead, Mai quickly arranged her clothes in the closet and stashed her extra equipment in a small dresser before walking outside to meet her new mentor.\nMai stood across from Kit, leaning against a training dummy, and watched him expectantly. Sparring she could manage - it was her ninjutsu that she felt anxious to be tested on. Mai nodded to Kit and said, \"I'm ready when you are.\""
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"value": "Kit looked into the room as he watched Mai, the side of her room faced the training grounds, and he had done this somewhat on purpose, mostly so he could see people coming towards his home on his side of the house though so he would know how to be prepared if he was laying in bed. He looked at the training grounds for a moment after he looked in at the young woman.\nThe grounds were simple in some respects, with three sections. The first was closest to the door it was here where the weights and gear was arranged for a person to use in their training outside, each held properly in its proper place measured out equally from side to side over the course of the wall, giving a person some space to do simple exercises as well nearby. The second zone was the field, open and pretty large in all directions with a couple of old trees that were protected by ancient seals from damaged, they were put in place by his ancestor, Hoshirama Sent, the first homage. He looked around for a moment longer as he saw that the grounds were well-kept, and it would be here that he would spar with Mai. He looked at the far side, which was just at the edge of his viewing range and saw the targets and post lined up for extra training.\nKit moved from the dummy and stood up as he looked at her and motioned her to her right, \"now, normally you would put on some weights, but for today, you don't have to do this,\" he said as he walked into the field and motioned her to come into the field as well, \"I want you to attack me, with whatever you have, with the purpose of killing me, I want to see your attacks first hand, trust me, you can't kill me,\" he said his tone confident perhaps somewhat if one didn't know him sounding arrogant as well as he walked out and stood in front of one of the two large trees that dominated the open field. \"Now come attack, let us see how well you were trained.\""
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"value": "Integral Hell sing laid in her bed fast asleep. The moonlight shined through her bedroom windows highlighting her aged face softly. There was no sound that late at night, nothing to disturb her sleep.\nIn the basement behind closed doors, a blood trail appeared onto of a coffin. The blood formed the well-known words,\nI am the bird of Hermes, eating my wings to make me tame.\nA shadow appeared inside Integral's room and morphed into a silhouette of a man. As the shadows dissipated, Placard appeared in his red trench coat and black clothes. He gazed at his master silently, and began to move forward. The only sound was that of his footsteps on the tile floor.\nThe human still laid silent.\nHe got close enough to where he could lean over her neck. Placard opened his jaws with a Missy breath. His sharp teeth glistened in the moonlight. He got close to her neck, so close.\nAs if a silent alarm woke her, Integral shot up and turned her gun on the intruder and opened fire multiple times. The body was flung back into the wall.\nThe bedroom door flung open to reveal Seas in her red Hell sing uniform with her two heavy guns pointed to shoot.\n\"Are we under attack again master!?\" she asked wide-eyed.\nThe down figure of Placard began to laugh like he was out of his mind.\n\"What a way to greet me. I thought you had forgotten about me.\" He said.\n\"Your back!\" Seas exclaimed as she moved forward toward her master.\n\"You're late Placard. Thirty years too late. I am ancient.\" Integral said with a mournful expression on her wrinkled face.\n\"And I'm not?\" the king of vampires asked in a sarcastic tone.\n\"You must be hungry.\" She said as she stood and moved toward him.\nHis hair fell into his face and overshadowed his red demonic eyes, \"I have not had anything to eat for thirty years. I'm starving.\"\nShe just smiled as she loomed over his sitting form. Integral put her right hand to her mouth and a bit down on a finger, enough to draw blood. It dripped off her finger and onto the marble floor.\nShe moved the hand over Placard's face as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.\n\"Your home my Count.\" Integral said softly.\n\"Back forevermore my Countess.\" He said as a drop of blood descended to his tongue."
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"value": "\"Master!\" Seas had cried happily. She watched Sir Integral and her master for a moment before leaving, feeling a bit like a small child invading on a private moment between her parents. Though, she could never place Placard in any type of paternal role. A father her master was not. She left the room quickly and smiled widely to herself. He was back and that was enough for her. Not that she wouldn't have preferred he came to her first...\nFrom her own crimson shadow she heard the sound of laughter. Not the maniacal laughter of her recently returned master but the low chuckle of her friend Pip. \"What, is so damned funny?\" she asked glaring at her shadows a bit annoyed at him for interrupting her musings.\n\"Nothing mac here I simply found the fact you still pine after that crazy monster to amusing...\" the response was. She glared at Pip's form in her shadows before blushing and rolling her eyes \"I do not pine after him... he is just my master, I am glad he has returned... it was getting boring without him.\" she said indignantly. The chuckling began again as Pip's head shook, and he faded back into the shadows \"Whatever you say mac here\"\nSeas rolled her eyes then as she walked toward the kitchen the light chuckling faded as Pip quieted. She wandered through the halls pulling her own soul of protection back from the mansions grounds as she felt her masters' swath over the household like a cocoon. She would assume most people were frightened by her master's presence, they may feel a cold chill up their spine, or perhaps receive the feeling of impending doom. Seas? Seas was actually comforted by it, she reveled in the feeling of his soul taking its place back over the estate.\nShe walked through the corridors of the Hell sing manor silently. There wasn't a soul left that had gone through the war all those years ago. Many feared Seas for being a vampire, others who knew she wouldn't hurt a fly respected her. Nobody but Sir Integral called her police girl, and even that was a rare occurrence. In all honesty she had missed it a bit.\n\"Welcome home, my master.\" she said softly as she opened the door to the basement passage where she had taken up her own chambers."
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"value": "\"You have grown police girl.\" A low voice said behind her, however she did not jump like she used to thirty years ago. He did not scare her when he did that now. She still wore the Hell sing uniform. The short skirt, long socks, and the tight uniform top. Her outer appearance had not changed in the thirty years he had been gone. Her inner self was a total different story. He could sense the power within her. The darkness.\" You have been drinking blood. You have accepted your true nature now.\" He commented as he stood beside her. \"You still cling to your humanity slightly?\" He asked. He smirked and transformed into a cluster of bats. They surrounded Seas, she screamed moving her hands to try and keep them away from her face. The bats continued until she was forced to land on the ground. As quickly as the bats appeared they vanished and Seas felt strong arms wrap around her waist from behind. Placard moved his mouth close to Seas' ear.\n\"I caught you, Seas Victoria.\" He said in his Romanian accent. Seas could feel a shiver down her spin at his voice. \"Seas come to my office now.\" Integral said in her mind. Placard had already disappeared when Sir Integral's words were said. She opened a portal to the office and stepped through to the other side.\" Good. You did not keep me waiting. I have a mission for you.\" Integral said from behind her desk.\" What is it Sir?\" Seas asked as she stood straight.\" A freak vampire has been hunting down humans at a gothic club close to town. I need you to find it and destroy it. After that it should be back to like before he vanished. Now go and change clothes. I am sure that new black outfit you bought should do nicely.\" Integral dismissed her.\nAppearing from the shadows of Integral's office He was surprised by her again. The last time she had been shy and meek, just like he had remembered from thirty years ago. Now she was more serious and unemotional not even an hour later. What had happened while he was away? Alucard made his way up to the higher levels of the mansion. He was so board. He had just finished his sixth blood pack since he got back from defeating his inner soul.\nPlacard smiled up at the full moon. It would be interesting to see what happened next with his police girl. No, his Seas Victoria. Placard saw her and after a moment of watching her stand by the roof railing, he finally sat his hands on her shoulders. \"Hello Police Girl.\" He said grinning as he got the reaction he wanted."
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"value": "The young Dracula jumped slightly at the feeling of her masters hands on her shoulders and the silky voice that followed the touch. Master she said giving him a small smile and a nod. She took in his face for a moment as she craned her neck to look at him. He appeared the same as he had over thirty years ago. However, it did appear that her master had decided it fun to try and bother her. You're still so mean. She said a small tell-tale grimace on her face like she had often done before Millenniums attack on England.\nShe shook her head then and a Stoic look return to her features. When you left, all the fun did as will you know? There are freaks and the occasional rogue vampire but nothing really all too interesting. She frowned a bit then I had to learn fairly quickly, but I suppose it forced me to accept what I was, Sir Integral needed me to be strong and fight, she needed that symbol of power and fear that you were. Her lips quirked into a smile then And try I did, but I could never match up to your set standard for scariness, Master. Integral, still the fierce iron maiden she is, she will be gone in just a blink of an eye, I wonder then what will happen to us? She still has no heir, and she won't let me change her, she actually shot me the last time I suggested it. She said giving a laugh and rubbing at her shoulder.\nAt any rate I have a freak to kill tonight, surprising as it's the first one in a few days. She smirked. Will you be going Master? I am sure the creature I'm going to hunt tonight would just bore you though. She shrugged Up to you, if you'll excuse me my master, I must go change and grab my gear for the mission.\nShe nodded her head at him then before fading through the floor, much like Placard had always done. It was obvious Seas was much more powerful now, but she still had some of that girlish immaturity that probably just came with her personality. Her eyes were a consistent bright crimson these days, her skin a little paler, her hair a little longer. She opened her closet and peered inside before grabbing the outfit Sir Integral had recommended. The black leather skirt and low back top would suit well to help her blend in with the humans. She quickly changed clothes then set about fixing her hair.\nNow looking the part of a human ready to hit the club scene in London, Seas phased herself to Sir Integral office. I am leaving for the mission now Sir. She said with a nod of her head. Sir Integral simply waved her off and went back to her paper work, grumbling something about vampires and regenerators. Seas sighed before fading out of her human masters office and proceeding to transport herself to the side of the club in London, the loud thumping bass a dead giveaway. Passing the human women in line Seas walked straight to the front and smiled a sweet sultry smile at the male bouncer Let me inside won't you? She said. The bouncer looked over her form for a moment before nodding his head and lifting the black canvas rope thing. Thank you she said as she passed by the human.\nOnce inside Seas looked around her crimson eye flicking over the humans, the heavy bass sound thumped and even shook the floor. She wandered through the crowd headed straight for the bar. Martini, dry, she said to the bartended giving him a small smile."
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"value": "The Hell sing leader was sitting at her desk, eyeglasses in place. Integra smirked as she looked up from her work, already knowing what Seas wanted to ask.\" Sorry, you don't have a mission right now.\"\" Police girl, come to my room. I have something to discuss with you.\" Placard's voice said in her mind. Seras looked around the room and saw his coffin in the left corner of the room. His throne like chair sat in the middle of the room with the small table in front of it. Placard sat in the chair, gazing at her from within the darkness. His hat and glasses were on the ground beside the chair. He only had on his white undershirt, black pants, and black riding boots.\nTwo glasses sat on the table, both filled with blood. He smirked, \"Come have a drink with me.\" \"Tell me police girl do you think of yourself as a true Nosferatu?\" Placard gazed at her.\nHer eyes widened. The only thing was that. She had not drunk his blood. She was still his fledgling.\nPlacard smirked at her. She had figured it out.\n\"Yes, you may be powerful, but you are not a true vampire until you are released from me.\" Placard move faster than she could see. Her glass was snatched out of her hand and put down on the table. He lifted Seas up around her waist and sat her on his lap. She gasped and blushed at their proximity.\" Will you drink my blood and become the vampire you were always meant to be?\" he whispered into her ear that sent a chill down her spine. Placard pulled back from her to gaze into her eyes with his. He watched as she thought it over."
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"value": "An exhausted Selena Gomez gratefully took the offer drink and sipped it without thinking much of the consequences. The cool refreshing drink filled her mouth with a fruity flavor almost immediately. That chill continued as the teenage starlet swallowed, throat working subtly to take the drink into her system. She could feel the chilled liquid slightly burning as it settled into her stomach, almost as if fumes rose up from within to start bubbling at her brain. Selena very nearly hiccuped, raising a carefully trimmed hand up to cover her lips daintily, smiling at her host with some embarrassment.\nTo think that she actually got an invitation here, of all places. He'd come out of nowhere, risen to power seemingly overnight, and the whole world had no real choice but to take notice. Yet it had been her, Selena Gomez, who had gotten the invitation into his home. There had been a lot of arranging to get her here: paperwork to fill out, schedules to arrange, diplomatic proceedings to adhere too. They'd had to send Selena's luggage ahead, which had left her with nothing but a small clutch purse when she'd finally arrived. She'd used that as an excuse when she'd first been led to the chambers, but they didn't seem to care.\nNor did they seem to care that the petite teen wore what amounted to an oversized sweater. Technically it was Versace, and probably cost a good deal, but it still looked almost as comfortable as fashionable, less so after the travels. Selena knew full well that her hair had to look a mess: black locks hanging in strands, some loose, some curling slightly, some nearly falling to frame her rounded face. A lot of her makeup had probably run off too: she'd been able to touch up her lips slightly with some gloss and dot around her eyes, but she just knew she had to look awful.\nStill, she was before her esteemed host, sipping his drink. She complimented him on it before taking an offered piece of what looked like cracker, nibbling slightly at it, glad to get something in her belly. The girl flashed a grateful smile, starting to clear her throat to begin thanking verbally as well.\nIt was then that an attendant spoke: \"Now, as per custom, you have agreed to the terms discussed. You shall enter into the harem as a willing participant, and adhere to your new master's WI--\"\n\"What?\" Selena stammered, spraying a little cracker/bread. She gaped at her host, brown eyes wide, mouth hanging slightly agape. \"Is he... that's a really weird joke...\" she glanced down at the cracker, dropping it as if it were on fire, hand already rubbing against her outfit, as if to wipe away whatever had caused this awful misunderstanding."
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"value": "Almost out of nowhere he rose to power, he managed to gain control of some land to which he built his fortress like palace out here in the middle of nowhere. Something was missing however for Ghazi, his Celebrity girls. Girls that were so highly sought after that people would be surprised that he obtained such a rare treasure. Yet he did, over the few weeks of trying to make it possible Ghazi managed to secure a celebrity of a different kind. Everything was looking good, however he couldn't stop at just one celebrity, he wanted a bunch them serving his every need and wants. It was good to be powerful.\nSelena Gomez was one of those said celebrities that he had to have in his harem, with her inside and locked into his fortress there wasn't much anyone else could do. Ghazi had followed her progress well, he knew the performances and movies that she was in and was glad that she accepted his invitation to come here and thus when she did she accepted a lot more than she thought she did. When she arrived he watched her, she looked so good, and he could hardly wait to get he into her outfit and have her bent over with his long cock inside her all day.\nIt was of course what these celebrities were meant for. He wondered how she would take her new role, but he figured that she wouldn't take long to realize what she was here for, she was a smart one after all. Ghazi had offered her a drink and the hacker as he sat there watching her in silence. His long beard looked like it hadn't been washed in days and his own clothing looked like a total mess. He smiled as the attendant spoke, this was the moment that she was going to be introduced to his harem and his rules, and thus he wanted this moment to be special in way that she wouldn't forget any time soon.\nToday was the last day of her old life, soon she would be slipped into the ways of a harem girl and be expected to serve his wishes, he was little overweight as he watched her, his long black hair and brown eyes watched her in silence for a moment. She means that you have agreed to stay here as one of many celebrity harem girls that I will create. You will follow my commands, dress the way I want you to dress and serve me in many different ways. He explained to her as he watched her in silence after that."
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"value": "Selena felt like vomiting. Would that expel the onus on her? Vomit up the cracker and wine and reject the invitation, or what have you? Somehow Selena doubted it. This had always been part of the risk, after all. You went somewhere else, you took that chance. Selena just hadn't expected it to happen, certainly not soon after her arrival. She continued gaping as Ghazi explained, explained with the tone used by men who were more than used to getting precisely what they wanted.\n\"Why\" jumped into Selena's head and nearly fell out of her mouth in an instant response. Why would someone pick her out of a lineup? There had to be better looking girls, if that was what he meant. The dressing and the commands and all certainly made it sound that way. Harem girl Selena; it sounded like something she'd done for a song or for a movie or something along those lines.\nStill stunned, she looked to the attendant, who seemed perfectly ambivalent to the whole affair. No help would come from there. So maybe from Ghazi himself?\n\"This is some kind of joke, right?\" she asked, taking a hesitant step forward. \"Like, you're playing off how we see you or something. Because you can't... I'm a US citizen and... and it's, like... slavery's dead...\" she knew it technically wasn't, but it definitely was for privileged, pretty Americans. Selena began fumbling for her clutch, knowing that she had a phone tucked away in there. Surely someone would be able to rescue her from this."
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"value": "He laughed as he sipped his drink, the wine tasted good here, he only got the best and when Selena understood that he would soon start her training in being a good Harem girl. This is no joke. He said as he summoned the attendant. She walked over to him and poured more wine into his glass, he smacked her ass when she bowed and left him. Why? Simple. I find you to be most attractive. And you accepted me invitation, many didn't. So consider yourself lucky that you have been brought here. He explained to her. He wanted her to understand her new fate and slowly get it through her thick skull.\nIn these parts of the world slavery is still common my dear and that is something you have better get used to. He snapped at her. He looked back at her, he really did want to get her out of her clothes so that he could get a better look at her before she wore the harem outfit. Now lets start with the basics shall e. He said as he stood up. Strip. Take off everything. He commanded as he wanted to see what she would do, he had no issue in teaching her the lessons that she had to learn, but he hoped that he didn't have to teach her the basics.\nHe waited to see what she would do before doing anything else, he would send for her outfit once her clothes was of her body but for now he would have to wait and see."
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"value": "No joke. Selena's stomach did another flop, the mixture of drink and whatever grain once again churning inside. His explanations made it all the clearer that he had no intention of backing down. It also made Selena sound less like a choice and more like the only person who'd actually shown up. Had this been that obvious of a setup? Had she been outrageously stupid? Selena didn't want to think so, but she was starting to wonder herself.\nAs Ghazi continued, the teenager felt her eyes starting to water. Each word acted like a hammer, working more and more to form the invisible chains that would soon bind her tighter than she could ever have expected. The girl recoiled at the verbal snap, feeling some of the tears starting to flow unbidden down her face. Exhaustion wasn't helping matters: part of Selena still just wanted to find a bed and relax. Instead, she watched Ghazi rise and command again.\nSelena found her hands going to her outfit after the command in an instant, as if she were going to instantly obey. Trembling fingers hovered just above the cloth. Would it be a good idea? Just play along? Or should she fight? Because surely someone would be coming for her sooner rather than later. The phone! She'd nearly forgotten it!\nThe trembling hands dove from her clothes, hitting the clutch hard enough to knock it to the floor. Selena soon followed, kneeling down and scrambling, working to pull out her smartphone and try hammering buttons. Watery vision and jittery hands were making it more than a little difficult, and Selena kept glancing at Ghazi, already knowing he was not going to be happy."
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"value": "It was no joke, he did this to create something special for himself and having Selena here confirmed that there were celebrities out there that were gullible enough to come here. Ghazi grinned as he watched her in silence, he wanted her to comply with his order and strip for him so that he could see her expensive body, he hoped enough to actually get her trained so that she could please him in every way possible.\nGhazi continued to watch her, his hand moved through his beard as his eyes stayed on her, his breath was rapid only to watch in silence to see what she was going to do next, he hoped that she wasn't going to be a problem, but then again a celebrity teen like she was he really had no idea what her thoughts were going to be.\nGhazi spotted her going for something, he guessed that she needed a lesson, a lesson to ensure that her ordinance was needed for her own safety. He grabbed the phone from her and glared at her. This isn't the way to behave to your host. He said to her. He looked at the phone or a moment before smashing it against the wall. It became many bits as the screen cracked, and the entire phone was destroyed. Now do as you are told and strip. He commanded again."
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"value": "The man moved before Selena could really process. She yelped as her phone left her hand, plucked almost too easily. The girl made a lunge for it, almost colliding with Ghazi in the process. The girl froze as he spoke. \"No, don't!\" she tried, lunging for the phone again. She fell, sliding a little, and watched as he carelessly smashed the phone. Selena's mouth opened in shock, staring at the pieces that lay scattered across the floor. There would be no restoring that.\nSelena looked up at the burly man who'd killed her contact to the outside world. The second command came, causing her to shiver. She moved, nearly crawling, to the mall. Her trembling fingers picked up the phone, staring at the cracked screen and the pieces as they fell through her fingers. There wouldn't be any salvation there. How long would it take before people got worried about her? A week? Two? Selena looked back up at Ghazi. What could he do to her in that time?\nTears started to flow again. Selena raised a hand up, daubing at them. She swallowed, licked her lips, moving to her feet. Trembling hands went down to the hem of the sweater dress, gliding along the edge for a few moments. She looked up at him, then down at the dress, then at him again. Her hands moved back, trying to remember if this was a slip-on or a zipper. Fear and worry were causing her hands to quiver, to shake, to become almost useless at doing anything, particularly this. It probably didn't help that she kept trying to move back as she worked, getting closer to the wall with each trembling step."
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"value": "Tyree wasn't really the prisoner taking type unless said captured person could give her streams a serious power boost, she'd rather just eat whatever sap was facing maximum consequences for going against the COV, as much she appreciated the bandit buffet she had easy access to 24/7 time to time Tyree needed a little variety in her snacks. What she was doing with her current prisoner shocked even herself, Tyree wasn't going to stream the capture or help herself to the woman's power, Troy gave her shit for it but Tyree told him to just point his camera somewhere else. There was plenty happening in the galaxy, and he didn't need to fly around her like a mosquito all the time, so he could buzz off, Tyree had plans for a very special superfan.\n\"Guess who!\" Tyree announced when stepping into her room, as per her orders the bandits had chained Amara's hands above her head and to the ceiling, high enough to where Amara could just barely stand on her tiptoes. \"I know you might have a hard time finding the right answer since you're not the brightest in the universe, I mean seriously how could be this dumb to get captured! If I really dig deep, really anyone who goes against me has to have all their screws loose.\" Stepping forward so she was in front of Amara, Tyree's grin was both smug and triumphant as she spoke, flashing the other siren her teeth. \"It doesn't matter how fierce a tiger is, sooner a later a huntress is going to catch them.\"\n\"Now I know what you're thinking, why doesn't Tyree just take my powers already, why does she just keep talking! Well, your powers can't be anything that special if it's this easy to catch you\" Snorting at her own joke Tyree grabbed Amara by the hair and yanked her head up \"Honestly I just want to make a point, it doesn't matter what you're capable of right now you're no match for me, superfan. Cool as it would be to have six more arms, that's eight times I can flip someone off as once! I really want you at your best so that it hurts even more when I finish off the Crimson Raiders.\" Tyree's grin became much more sinister after saying that. \"Plus I'd prefer you to keep the multiple arms you can use them to please me.\"\nTyree raised both her hands for effect \"Surprise again, you're going to be my personal toy! I know with strength like this I could probably work you to death and who knows how long it'd be until you die!\" Tyree ran her palm along Amara's muscled arm \"You're just lucky I like that pretty face of yours a lot more.\" Lowering her palm down further Tyree stopped it went it came into contact with Amara's cheek \"I'm sure by now you're thinking how amazingly generous I am how you want to devote yourself to me like the rest of my followers.\" The grip Tyree held on Amara's hair tightened.\n\"There's one thing you have to know superfan, this kind of generosity comes with a heavy price if you won't pay with loyalty then I'll just collect some other way.\" The hand that was on Amara's cheek lifted away and Tyree shaped her hand into a finger pistol, pressing it against the other siren's forehead, seconds after Tyree began to snicker and snort. \"Just kidding, killing you would be a real waste after bringing you all the way here. I won't take your life, but you should know, I can make you wish you were dead.\" Tyree stated it rather casually almost like she was sharing a hobby of hers."
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"value": "Well this was embarrassing at least that's how Amara felt at first when her team was ambushed by a group of bandits. What was supposed to be a simple recon mission turned into a massive fuck fest of blood, bullets and butts. Which in Pandora that wasn't exactly odd except for the part where one bandit was throwing actual butts. Where did he get them? Who knew, Amara killed him rather quickly so no one got the chance to ask. Beyond that they were a bit too busy falling back to care either way.\nWhich is where the real problem began for Amara. In order for her team to escape, she had to unleash all her power at once. A feat that wasn't simple nor easy however it did buy her team time to escape unfortunately the same couldn't be said about her. The Tiger was drained both mentally and physically which made her escaping impossible. She knew this was probably her last moments so before she drifted off to sleep she smiled and gripped her gun tightly.\nHowever, when the dark skinned woman woke up hours later and found herself chained she cussed and shook her head. Oh, great.... I didn't die after all. She said to herself as she looked around the room before she heard and watched Tyree enter. Is it the pizza guy? Amara replied sarcastically as she rolled her eyes and tugged on the chains. A huntress? Is that suppose to be you? Amara asked as she looked the other woman up and down.\nActually I was wondering what you had in your teeth. She replied before she hissed as her hair was pulled back, a hint of fire in her eyes as her tattoos sparked green. You really shouldn't let a tiger regain its strength it might just bite you head off when it does. The professional fighter commented before she blinked a few times in confusion. Wait what? She asked as she looked around for the cameras until she felt Tureens hand trace her arm. It was almost gently, yet it held a certain venom underneath it as the two sirens looked at each other.\nWhen her hand moved up to cup her cheek, Amara felt herself blush a bit but kept her eyes focused as she felt a warmth between her legs. Is this some kind of Henri fetish because I'm not surprised. Or is it because you just like girls with muscles? Amara asked before she grunted as her hair was pulled tighter, a mixture of pain and pleasure pulsating through her as she bit her lip. L-let me guess....you'll record all of this for your followers? It was a simple question and even though Amara didn't see any cameras, that didn't mean there weren't any there.\nShe figured there was some kind of trap involved in all of this, she just needed to figure out what it was before she attempted to escape."
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"value": "\"Hentai?\" That earned a laugh from Tyree as she released the grip she had on Amara's hair to hug both arms around her stomach with exaggerated laughter. \"Sure if that's what you're hoping for, superfan, I'll even pitch in a schoolgirl outfit and a tentacle monster, Pandora is bound to have one of those.\" Tyree placed a hand to her chin and looked Amara up and down \"Not sure how a uniform would look on someone as jacked as you, but I'd say the first thing we need to find out is how good you look with no clothes on.\" Tyree took a step closer towards Amara and gave her midriff a few pats before wandering her hands upwards.\nGrabbing onto the captured siren's jacket, Tyree began to raise it up until it was above Amara's arms before starting to pull the fabric apart to the point it split in two. \"You can hate me for that, I know if someone tore my jacket I'd have their head\" The big difference that Tyree could actually have someone's head while Amara was left with no choice but to dangle there, that with the fact what was being done was intentional in order to get Amara worked up. \"Now pop goes the top! You're already showing off this much of your upper body, might as well show off the rest!\" Tyree dug her nails into the purple top and began tugging at it was well until it split in half just like the jacket \"Halfway there.\"\nHooking her thumbs beneath the hem of Amara's pants, Tyree leaned in towards the other siren's ear \"Oh by the way, you mentioned this being streamed, well don't worry because it's definitely on my to-do list\" How could she not? It'd be a nice big blow to the Crimson Raiders credibility knowing that one of their strongest members is now at her mercy, live for all to see. With another smug grin, Tyree yanked down Amara's pants and underwear around her ankles. \"There we go, I'd, it's only fair that you wear nothing at all to show that you're mine. I might dress you up in something later, gotta show your Children of the Vault pride after all, but naked suits you right now.\" Tyree gave Amara a slap to the ass, palm glowing purple as she used her powers to give it an extra sting.\n\"This is the part where you thank me for letting you keep those powers, superfan.\" Pulling her jacket in front of herself to reach into one of the pockets, Tyree lifted a syringe out from the inside, in a matter of seconds she tugged off the cap and stuck the needle into Amara's neck before pushing down on the plunger. \"Because that is a little something I bought just for you! You should be feeling the effects pretty soon\" The contents were an aphrodisiac, and it caught Tyree quite the pretty penny because apparently it was the peak of what the drug was capable of. \"You can use those arms of yours to touch yourself all you want, but let me tell you this bad boy is supposed to get intense, and it won't be long until you need someone else to help out.\""
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"value": "Amara bit her lip and rolled her eyes as the other woman mentioned putting her in a jumpsuit before she blushed softly at the mention of a tentacle monster. Resulting in a bulge forming in the front of her pants as she tried not to think about it. The comment about her muscles wasn't making it easy either as she felt the front of her suit tighten ever so slightly. So you're just some kind of perv then? Should have figured. Amara commented as she tried to distract herself from the sudden realization that despite Tureens psychotic tendencies she was rather attractive.\nEspecially with that short pixie cut she had. A dykes daydream for sure. When she felt her hand on her abs, Amara flinched a bit before biting her lip as that hand travelled upwards to her top and jacket. As the jacket was tugged upwards then ripped off, she let out a grunt of dissatisfaction and gave Tyree a look that clearly told her just how pissed she was. This soon died down though as she felt her heavy breasts freed from her top, spilling out with a bounce as her nipples stood erect.\nYou're definitely going to pay for that one when I get out. She said with a blush to her cheeks as her cock twitched in her pants. Mentally she was kicking herself in the back of the head for not jerking off before starting this quest. Had she known she would be spending this much time with the other woman she would have rubbed one out before leaving sanctuary that day?\nAs Tyree went on her mini monologue, Amara looked around the room for any sign of a way out. This proved uneventful though as this didn't help her, as far as she could tell the only way out was through the front door and that wasn't going to happen at the moment. However, as she began thinking of alternative ideas she felt her pants and panties being pulled down before her thick cock was left standing out in the open. What are you doing? She asked half embarrassed and half aroused as her cock dripped precut from when Tyree slapped her ass.\nAll of this was becoming a bit too much for the fighter especially after Tyree gave her some sort of drug. One that caused her to pant and sweat intensity. What did you...what did y-you give me? She asked as her cock was throbbing painfully now, her abs twitching and flexing as sweat ran down her shoulder blades. Soon her eyes were becoming glazed over as her tattoos came to life and began manifesting her arms. Slowly one reached down and began jerking herself off as one cupped her heavy balls.\nTwo of them then began squeezing and pinching her nipples as the last two divided. One reaching up to squeeze her throat as the other played with her ass. Leaving the vault hunter moaning lewdly as she pleasured herself in front of her enemy."
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"value": "\"Out! OUT! GODDAMMIT 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 throughout 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 its 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 gift wrapped 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 burr hole 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 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. Furthermore, 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 its 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 out loud, 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": "Jacob woke up, just another typical day in Raccoon 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 was often left having one-night stands with no real relationship. However, that did not matter, not anymore since a few days ago the world practically ended.\nUmbrella corporation the unknown 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 stay dead. He looked around from where he was hiding, a small apartment 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 apartment. 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 grenades 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 with 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 an 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 ate alive by zombies. The sound of the zombies eating his flesh and the woman screaming paralyzed 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. Its 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 burst 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 its body as the rotting flesh rolled down it's spine, exposing his rib cage. 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 survivor 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 wheeze 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 hairstyle.\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 anyway,\" 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\"Dammit!\" 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 want 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 opportunity to reach it.\nRaccoon 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. Furthermore, 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 apartment he saw two zombies in front of the door. Grabbing two knifes he threw them into the zombies head, We don't 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 license. 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 apartment. 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 living room he sat on the couch and looked at the girl. If she was bitten he won't kill her until she starts 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. Furthermore, she stripped down to her bare underwear and turned the water on. Furthermore, 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": "It was just after the downfall of Voldemort, everyone which and wizard in the UK and in other small parts of Europe however there were two who were not so happy. Day Riddle was her name and she happened to be the daughter of the Dark Lord himself. However, she was no longer alone, but she was in hiding, praying that her father's most loyal supporters would believe that she was dead. Day was nothing like her so-called father, no she happened to be a rather sweet, kind and loving eighteen-year-old. Though she was powerful, and her familiar was a snake, she happened to support the famous Harry Potter and what he stood for, in fact she believed that she owed him her life, which was somewhat true.\nAt this moment in time however she had just managed to get to number 12 Grimaldi place where she was hiding away with an injured friend and old teacher of hers. Severus Snape had not died from Naming's venomous bites. No, Day had managed to stop some of the bleeding and applied an antidote to him. She was pretty much alone since Shape had been asleep for a few days tops, she was not sure how she had managed to get him around. Though thanks to a bit of help from Hermione she was hidden for the time being. Now she sat in one of the guest bedrooms beside Severus, a cold cloth resting on his forehead, a frown on her face.\n\"I brought you something to eat Professor, you have to try. I know It's not much, but it will have to do.\" she whispered and brought a soup spoon to his lips. Day managed to get some down his throat before she put the bowl down. Slowly she pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders and leaned back against the back of the chair she was sitting in. She had been injured herself, she had been blinded in one eye while a long painful gash ran down her spine from where she had been hit by a curse. Luckily it had not been a killing cruse, but the wound was still fresh and was having trouble scabbing over since she could not seek help from hardly anyone.\nShe felt sleep coming to her, slowly pulling away at the back of her mind. She allowed the darkness to enter, and she fell fast asleep, leaning forward in her chair. Her head rested on Severus's chest, his heart beat seemed to grow stronger to her, though nightmares were raging through her mind. His warmth was the only thing keeping her from crying out for her mother who had died long ago. Day would wake a few hours later and stare down at Severus, slowly she would stand to grab more of the antidote that she had made and brought it to his lips and made him swallow it. \"Come on Professor, hang in there, don't die on me.\" she whispered into his ear."
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"value": "Severus Snape was made out to be someone he wasn't. Ever since he was asked to go into hiding and seek confidence and trust from the dark lord. Shape was also a more caring and nurturing person, nothing like he pretend to be, in order to gain the trust from lord Voldemort. But he was always willing to do everything he could, to save the world which he loved, and more importantly, the child of his first love.\nLong before the attack he received for the dark lord and Naming, he had seen something in someone. He knew from the time he spent gaining the dark lord's trust, that his own daughter, Day, would not turn out to be like him. Her presence when she was around, was different from the presence around her father and any other death eaters. But he had no clue that she would be the one to have saved him from the vicious attacks he received from Naming. He had already written off his life to be done with. Shape had figured long before the attacks he received from Naming, that he would not be alive to see the fall of the dark lord.\nDuring his recovery, he was in and out of it. He wasn't able to pinpoint the voice he heard and the person that was nurturing him back to health. He knew it was familiar, but was never awake long enough to narrow it down, until now. Furthermore, he could feel the warm soup sliding down the back of his throat, the taste of warm tomato soup against his cold lips, caused goose bumps and his hairs to stick up then he quickly drifted back off.\nFurthermore, he figured it hadn't been much longer after he had tasted the soup when he woke once again, as he still had the taste of the soup in his mouth. This time when he woke, he was able to open his eyes slightly. First just barley, as he was getting adjusted to the light. Opening his eyes and then quickly closing them, as his vision was still blurry and fused. As he continued to blink his eyes and struggle against the light, before finally being able to open his eyes fully and keep them open. Looking around the around, seeing the empty and bare room, before feeling pressure on his stomach. Looking down and seeing the familiar face. Smiling the little that he could, as he pulled her jacket up slightly, to cover more of her shoulders, as the jacket begun to slide down. He was still tired from it all. As he leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes as he has begun to slowly drift off to sleep."
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"value": "Day grunted softly as the warm robes where adjusted around her shoulders and she felt her body relax some more. But she would wake up only a few hours later, her wounds throbbing badly as she went about the house getting other tings ready for Severus. She was unsure if she was really awake or not until she pinched herself and shook her head. She cleared her throat and went to wash her pale face and return the room where she would start to spoon-feed him chicken soup this time, something she had been able to make from scratch. Her body was aching worse each and every day, but she had not the strength to really care for herself. She only managed to bathe a few times, but it hurt when the warm water touched the massive burn that covered her back, not to mention the bite mark to her shoulder and the strange stab wound to her thigh. She had kept herself bandaged up the best she could, but her wounds would seep now and again.\nFurthermore, she gently woke him, the room was dim and not might light in it other than a few candles. \"Easy Professor, don't eat it to fast.\" she whispered softly to him. She held his head up and kept spoon-feeding him until the soup was done. She would then adjust his blankets and slump weakly into the chair beside his bed once more. \"I am so thankful you survived, I thought you wouldn't but you're so much stronger now.\" she muttered more to herself than him. Silently a snake slithered up her arm and wrapped around her wrist. Her blinded eye was covered by a bandage while the other wounds whereas tightly bond as she could keep them. The snake hissed something to her, she replied to it in the same tongue her father had spoken. Her head shook, and the snake slipped from her, dropped to the floor and vanished from sigh.\n\"Good new, he said that the Death Eaters have no clue where I am, but they still are looking. Lucius has brought the others back together and is determined for me to gain power once more.\" she said to Severus. \"It's rather silly isn't it, the Dark Lord' daughter... I am not anywhere as powerful as him. I can hardly keep myself together or handle much of this pain my Father put me through.\" she coughed before she backed away and stood up. She held her shoulder coughing harder and harder, her back turned to him as she wiped blood from her hand onto a spare scrap of cloth she had in her pocket. Shivering badly again she pulled her ripped ropes tighter around her while she had given Severus all the blankets. She owed him her life really, he had done so much for her. However, he would be able to see something was wrong with her, and it was getting worse."
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"value": "As she woke him up completely, he sat up against the headboard of the bed, using for pillows for some support. As she spoon-feed him a few tastes of the chicken soup, he pushed the next one away. \"That's good, I'm not starving as of now.\" As he was still slightly wasteland dizzy, which he believed to just be side effects of the medications and potions she used to bring him back to health.\nHe sat there and watched as the snake at slithered in and then back out. Watching closely as she spoke to him.\" Well as long as we stay cut off from the others we should be fine. We would just have to find a way to stock up on some supplies or have someone to be able to deliver us what we need. We can use owls, they will be able to back track use from any owl we use. Furthermore, we will have to be smart and careful about this. And you are a real much stronger than your father was at your age.\"\nAs he sat back and watched her struggling with the bandages and wounds she had. As she had patched her self up, and did the best she could. \"Here come closer and let me take a look at your wounds. The bandage job you did isn't holding up.\" As he scooted closer to the edge of the bed, in order to get a better angle and view of her back and thigh wounds. After he had scooted to the edge of the bed, he was able to look down and now see just how bad her thigh wound was. If had already begun to seek through the bandage and then slightly through her pants. He could see the blood spot growing slowly on her pants. \"You need to let me wrap that better for you, or it's just going to keep seeping through.\"\nAs he leaned over, twisting his body, as he grabbed the gauze and bandages that were on the bedside table. There wasn't much left, but he knew he would have to make it work.\" Go ahead and get some warm water and a rag for me. We are going to clean this up and get you taken care of now.\" As he turned and looked around the room, \"Oh and grab that old bedsheet over there and a knife as well. We need to make a tourniquet, to keep pressure on the gauze and to stop the bleeding.\""
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"value": "\"I already thought out how to get supplies delivered to us and how to contact people.\" she said to him before she raised her brow slightly shocked when he began to order her about. She sat there on the edge of the bed allowing him to stare her wounds over that she had not really covered, she frowned when he said basically it was his turn to look after her. \"Please Professor, don't push yourself too much. You might fall from the bed or hurt yourself.\" she said a worried look on her face. She then stared down at her thigh wound and let out a sigh, slowly she nodded and stood getting everything he has asked her before she returned to the bedroom and sat down on the bed beside Severus, she coughed again as blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.\n\"How can I be as strong as my Father when my body is about to give up on me?\" she said trying to lighten the mood. Flushing a bit she remembered he would have to see her mostly naked to deal with her wounds. However, she pushed thoughts out of her mind and pulled her robes off, dropped her pants and pulled her shirt up and off her head. She stood their in her bra and boy short underwear. She slowly moved upon the bed and lay down slightly, but she slowly turned to show the massive burn on her back to him. \"You have my father to thank for that. It's a bit better after I put some salve on it that I had made.\" she replied and dropped a container onto his lap from her hand. \"Henri Grey back bit me as well, the stab like wound is from... Minerva I think, but that was meant for Bellatrix.\" she whispered weakly.\n\"Remus and Sirius where the first ones to get me out of there before the Death Eaters returned, but I refused to let them help me. I was by your side as soon as I could get there. Thanks to the first antidote I gave you...your life was a bit further away from death.\" she said before trembling. \"Harry and the others refused to let me leave on my own with you. They made me stay here and come by to give me supplies when they can. Harry can be rather bossy, but he says he owes me a debt, though I do not understand why.\" Day said before coughing again, and she wiped blood from her lips. \"I am glad you made it though, losing the only one who really cared for me...would have made me lose hope.\" she said timidly, and she winced when he began to work on her wounds."
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"value": "The first week they had acted politely towards her, the next week she was locked away, the third week they began giving her a minimum amount of food and water and by the fourth week blood was spilled. Even the marines would have a limit to their patience, of course Amaya knew as much, but that was the problem. She knew too much and they wanted this knowledge. Amaya had seen with her own eyes what it could do, heard how it was supposed to be used and she wasn't about to tell anyone about it. Navy or pirate, it didn't matter to her.\nShe had been rescued by one of the marines ship some miles away from Punk Hazard; because of the distance she had made between her and the toxic island they hadn't questioned her too much about it. Even if she didn't have a reputation or a bounty, they still hadn't trusted her too much and had chosen to search her bag. The moment the purple colored pear was extracted from her bag she was seen as a prisoner.\nThe luck she had had on the island must have been the last because it seemed impossible to be able to escape from the grasp of these marines. Day after day she was questioned, their ways becoming increasingly difficult to handle. Why didn't she just tell them what she had heard? It wasn't because she had thought of them as the bad guys, but whatever SMILE was and whatever had been done to the pear was just too dangerous. She couldn't just trust any marine with the information, which she had told them, but they wouldn't hear it.\nThirty-five days had slowly passed by. The bars stood strong around her, making up the cage they had locked her in. Once a day she was given a piece of bread and some water, the water stone shackles that held her hands secured had not made it any easier to find any source of strength in her body. Those ten minutes per day she was allowed to not wear some was beginning to feel less different from when she was wearing them. After the second week they had taken away her bathing privileges and when the third week began they refused to give her any new clothes besides underwear.\nBut it was at this day she found the opportunity to escape. A low ranked marine was given the task to give her the food along with the ten minutes removal of the shackles so she could eat. He had unlocked the irony grip from her wrists as the first task before getting the tray of what little food she was allowed. From where she found the strength was impossible to tell, but it didn't matter. What did matter, however, was how she was going to survive being stuck out on sea in a boat the size of a small bed without anything else than the dirty clothes she wore? The loose orange one piece was filled with spots of dried blood and traces of the lack of washing. A single glance into the calm water showed nothing better; her usual curly red hair was tangled and dirty, her skin was pale and sickly looking, and the large dark spots under her eyes was just another sign of how she had been treated. She didn't even dare to look at the rest of body; the bruises, dirt and blood was not something she felt like seeing at the moment.\nDays went by with her body curled into a small ball in the boat, her shallow breath and fluttering eyes was the only thing she could concentrate about. The pain she had felt was becoming mere background to her. This must be it, she thought to herself. Could it have been worse? Of course, it could. The sudden shake of her boat quickly pulled her out of her thoughts. Her tired eyes turned to look at the large yellowy boat right in front of her, her dry red lips parted slightly, while she could find nothing in her head. Every thought, every possibility of making a decision or making up a plan was gone, it was purely instincts that made her get up and get on the ship.\nNo one was on deck; the eerie stillness of the boat would usually have made her second guess her actions, but her body craved water and food. She entered through the only door she could spot, and did her best trying to find her way through the many halls. A vague sound of voices could be heard; she wasn't about to be caught by anyone again. Not now. Her shaking body fought the fatigue with the best of its power but with every limping step she took movement became harder. The shadowy form standing at the end of the hall was what gave her the extra strength to actually turn around and run, or at least move faster. Adrenaline? She hurried away but her blurry vision didn't make it easier to find her way through the unknown vessel. Darkness soon took over; the few feet she between her and the door almost made her cry."
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"value": "Trafalgar Law\n\"... oi. Is Penguin back yet?\"\nThe depths of the yellow submarine -- as much as it looked like a boat when it was out of the water -- were calm and quiet. It was taller than one would expect, filled with many slim tunnels that made it all too easy to get lost. They had stopped just a few miles south off of an island, a small submarine the shape of a torpedo having been sent off with Penguin to get groceries for the next several weeks at sea. Besides, their Log Pose had to adjust, which gave them a few hours to kill.\n\"Not yet,\" a particularly fuzzy figure said -- Repo, their resident bear.\nLaw, Repo, and a couple of the others were in a central lounge, filled with cushy orange seating and a table. Liquor was kept to one side, while two of the other crewmen (Sachs and Cassette) played cards.\n\"... that sucks. I'm hungry,\" Law said -- as captain, he had claimed by right the largest chair, which he lounged across with his legs across one side.\n\"Why couldn't I go with him, Captain?\" Repo asked, looking mopey. \"I don't like just sitting around.\"\n\"... because you're a bear, Repo. It'll be faster this way,\" Law said with a lazy smile as Repo sulked.\nLaw lay there a long moment, perhaps pondering the prospect of a nap... right up until he felt the slightest change in his ship. Someone... someone was on board, an unfamiliar presence that he could feel through stretching his Heidi toward them. Well, wasn't that something?\nLaw stood suddenly, hands slipping down into his pockets as he left the room.\n\"Where are you going, Captain?\" Repo called out after him.\n\"Oh, just thought I heard a rat,\" Law muttered as he stalked off into the heart of his ship.\nHe found that rat.\nAnd rather succinctly, he took care of it.\nLiterally.\nIt might have been a week later that Amaya awoke... but it might have been much shorter. She'd awake in a bed with various wires and cables hooked into parts of her body -- with the addition of a sea stone loop around her waist. There was an inch of clearance or so it wouldn't sap her strength entirely, but there was no way she could get out without brushing up against it.\nShe'd notice a handful of things -- that she had been washed, that she was wearing a brand new beige jumpsuit, and that there was an IV tube hooked into her arm, making sure she got her fill of tasty, tasty nutrients."
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"value": "The first thing which caught her attention as she awoke was the fact that she wasn't dead; the ache in her body proved that more or less. She pulled herself up, so she could get a look at where she was; her eyes searched the room she had found herself in. It wasn't anything special but at the moment she didn't care about the room; her head turned to look at the IV tube in her arm and the wires and cables connected with her body. The clean jumpsuit was the next part which made her worry about her situation.\nWhere am I?\nShe tried her best to remember what had happened after escaping the Marines; the small boat, the days passing by ever so slowly, the bump and the ship. She was either in deep shit trouble or she had simply encountered some kind-hearted civilians; the latter was what she wished for but the chances were slim.\nFurthermore, she tried moving herself off the bed only to be stopped by some kind of loop reaching over her waist. Panic was beginning to take its toll on her; she was definitely feeling desperate. Amaya moved and pulled with her body to try and loosen the damn irony grip on her waist; once again, however, she found herself bound by sea stone.\nLet me go! She screamed with a hoarse voice. How much time had she been out? She did feel much better than before, which meant that whoever had her caught had taken care of the worst, but her body still ached, the bruises weren't gone, and her throat felt like sandpaper. It wasn't like she was about to complain about the medical part of her situation, but still, someone was keeping her locked down onto a fucking table.\nGet me the hell off this table she tried screaming louder than before, but her voice sounded more like a high-pitched shriek. The mixture of annoyance and panic was becoming too much to handle, and she ended up pulling whatever wire, tube or cable attached to her body out. She brushed her slim fingers through her fiery red hair, pulling on her less tangled curls to try and calm herself down if only a bit."
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"value": "\"Hey. Shut up.\"\nThe call wasn't particularly loud or even angry-sounding -- as a matter of fact, it sounded a little bit on the bored side. A dark figure appeared in the doorway, a bored-looking Trafalgar Law appearing. He wore a surgical mask, though it was presently around his neck while a cigarette dangled between his lips. He paused at the doorway for a moment, lifting a heel to extinguish the cigarette there before he dumped it into a little was bin by her bed.\n\"I'm not letting you off that bed until you calm down.\" He paused for a moment, giving her a look. She was definitely doing better now, but if she was having serious issue with the loop 'round her wrist, she might have been a Devil Fruit user. Of course, that's why that loop was there to begin with, and why he had Repo come in and lash people down. He'd been kind enough not to secure her other wrist or her ankles, however.\nLaw slipped off the mask, dropping it to one side as he likewise shrugged off what looked like a doctor's coat -- he looked considerably less like a doctor without those one, what with the tattoos along what was visible on his arms, and the fact that the t-shirt underneath had a couple of holes in it. Clearly a shirt he wouldn't mind losing in case some blood got on it. \"... not letting you out either way until I get some questions answered, come to it. First off, what the hell are you doing on my ship?\""
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"value": "Amaya glared at the figure appearing; the vague smell of tobacco covered the room ever so slightly. She did shut up but more from the shock of seeing the one holding her captive than actually reacting to his order. Her eyes followed his every move, trying to figure out what he would do and, more importantly, who he was. Without the coat and mask he looked rather familiar; she couldn't put a name on the face, but she had seen it before.\nI wanted something to eat she admitted after having glared angrily at him for far too long without a reaction. She knew that she shouldn't do anything to annoy the man too much; she wasn't in a position to fight back if anything went bad. Unfortunately, Amaya wasn't the most reasonable person when it came to holding back her temper.\nEither way, thanks for the clean clothes and treatment so if you could just remove this sea stone shit from my wrist, then I'll be on my merry way and out of sight as quickly as possible she tried being polite, but her tone was visible painted with anger. The sickly sweet voice she tried producing almost made her want to gag, but she was willing to try if it meant being let go.\nEven if they had given her some medical help, she knew she wasn't safe; the marines were probably looking for her, and the man in front of her didn't look especially trustworthy. Well, she had broken into his ship so it wasn't surprising that he might be a bit annoyed about that. And if he wanted to hand her over to the marines as revenge, she couldn't really blame him. But she had to look out for herself first and foremost, which at the moment meant to escape no matter what she had to do.\nPlease, I am sorry about it Amaya pleaded with a small smile and the hopes of him not seeing past her act."
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"value": "Luke stared at Leia as she spoke to Han Solo, a fellow friend of theirs in this mission to stop the Empire once and for all. As he looked at her, his mind travelled back to when Leia had been imprisoned by Jabba the Hutt, wearing a sexy bikini and revealing almost everything. Just remembering that made the young man grow hard beneath his robes. Seeing Leia speak to Han made the jealousy erupt within him, as Luke wanted her all to himself. Sure, having the mission against Darth would mean he had no time for romantic interests, but having a beautiful woman like Leia nearby to relieve him of stress whenever he needed it, would be a welcome advantage.\nWhen Leia finished with Han, Luke approached her and took her to the side. He could feel the force coursing through her. It was gentle though, so it could be the usual amount most people held, as the force surrounded everyone. It was possible that Leia would be a potential Jedi, so Luke would use that to his advantage.\n\"Leia... As you know, I am a Jedi. I use a lightsaber and the force to ensure the world is a balanced and healthy place. With the force, I can feel it within people, some, more than others. You have a strong force capacity within you, so I would like to train you and see if you can also become a Jedi. You would have to obey every request I make, no matter how ridiculous you feel. Do you accept?\" He asked the smaller woman."
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"value": "Leia was talking to Han about the planned attack from the rebels. His smugness irritated her, yet somehow she loved it at the same time. There was defiantly a connection between the pair and others knew it. None more so than Luke, who had caught her attention and taken her outside the secret base.\n\"What is it Luke?\" She asked, her lips a ripe red with the lipstick she wore. It was anyone's guess how she kept herself looking great in the middle of a war. Her outfit was all white, a suit more like which buttoned from the waist up.\nListening to the man speak, her big brown eyes followed his as he went on to explain the force and how he could feel it inside of her. \"Me....? No....? A Jedi? Are you crazy?\" She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but a small inkling inside of her somehow believed him. \"I think I always knew, I always did feel....different....\" Looking away she pondered for a few seconds. \"If it helps the rebels, I accept\" she said."
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"value": "Luke smiled as Leia had the internal struggle considering whether she could really be a Jedi. \"You'll be a AdAway at first, like I was to Ben Ken obi. But with training from myself, I am sure you'll be a proficient Jedi like myself.\" The man wore a black suit with the collar up and covering his neck, a lightsaber hanging from his belt. It was a vibrant green color, having replaced his father's weapon for one of his own creation.\n\"I will tell the rest that we will be in a separate part of the forest for... let's say, a week. This will be just a start to see how well you wield the force. If you are capable, we will continue, but we'll stop if you do not show an acceptable amount of skill. We can come back for meals if need be, but I would like to try and hunt for our own food. Grab some clothing and any other necessities, and meet me here in five minutes.\" Luke instructed, before walking to his own belongings.\nThe young Jedi packed away a few sets of clothes, his father's lightsaber (which would be given to Leia if she is shown to have enough skill to use it), other Jedi training equipment, and the bikini Leia wore for Jabba the Hutt. With luck, Luke would have the woman wearing it before the day was over. Leia had thrown it to the side the moment she was saved, but Luke had kept it for... his own interest.\nMeeting Leia once again, he escorted her to a private area of the forest planet, away from the Woks, Han, and any other distractions. The area in question was a small forest clearing with trees all around, as well as a cave large enough for the both of them to rest in, as long as they slept close together. \"Okay Leia. We are here to get away from anything that may distract you. The force is a very delicate tool, which can be powerful when you learn to control it. Everything must leave your mind. Even your clothes will distract you to a degree, so I would like to request that you get naked.\" Luke instructed. His face was straight the entire time, showing confidence in his words."
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"value": "\"We are going now?\" She asked, shocked, as this was all a rush to her. She wasn't stupid, the quicker she learned the ways of the force the quicker she could help her friends and the Rebels. \"OK\" she replied, leaving his side to go and fetch her belongings, anything she would need to stay in the forest.\nWith a bag, the woman had grabbed what she needed and met up with the Jedi Knight. R2-D2 was following behind them, but Leia looked over her shoulder and told the droid to stay where he was. \"We don't need you R2, stay there, they need you more than we do!\" Hiking the forest, climbing rocks and pathways, they finally were alone.\nPutting her bag down at the entrance of the cave, she sat down on a rock and looked up at Luke. \"This is all very...sudden\" the princess said, gazing at him as he spoke his words. \"Get naked? Why do I need to be naked? I haven't heard of anything like this, plus I am a princess, Princess' don't get naked in the forest Luke!\""
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"value": "\"Unlike Ben who taught me, I will tell you of my experiences during my training. You become painfully aware of every detail, from the humming of an engine, to the soft breathing of a sleeping companion nearby. I know this from my training on the Falcon. Clothing was yet another part that was painfully obvious to me. I wore a loose robe during my training, yet it felt painfully constricting, to the point that I felt I couldn't breathe. When privately training in my room by myself, I tried it naked, and it worked much better, which was how I learned faster.\" Luke explained why clothing was a hassle, but it was mostly a load of shit.\n\"I can compromise though. I had figured that you would not want to wear nothing out here, so to start with, you may wear this, if you prefer.\" Luke offered. Waving a hand, a piece of clothing floated out of his bag and came towards them. Hovering in front of her, Leia could see it was the same bikini that she wore while being imprisoned by Jabba the Hutt. \"Your choice. This, or nothing at all.\" Luke told her."
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"value": "While sitting there on the large gray rock, her head was resting on a hand as he spoke of the training. Slowly sitting up, with her back straight, she could almost feel pain from the man. The way he spoke was always wise and most definitely Jedi like. If it was anyone else alone in the forest with her, she would have had suspicions, especially if it was Solo telling her to get naked. Out of everyone in the Rebel base, Luke was the person she trusted the most.\n\"Wear what?\" The Princess replied, seeing the bag move as it rested on the floor. It shook before a piece of clothing came from it, floating in the air. Her eyebrows lowered in disbelief, \"The thought of that outfit sickens me, you know who made me wear it.\" Turning away, showing the side of her face to the clothing in disgust.\nUpon hearing his words of a choice, Leia looked at him from the corner of her eye and took the outfit from the air.\nTurning around, she started to unbutton her outfit, pulling it from her arms and then stepping out of the jumpsuit. With no underwear on, her milky white flesh was one with nature and her round ass cheeks looked firm and very inviting. Taking the bikini, the woman gotdressedin it, exactly how she was with Bubba, all the fine details in to the hair, which was now a ponytail. She was ready for her training."
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"value": "Luke turned away as Leia began to strip, letting her keep her modesty for now. Once he was told that she was 'decent', the young man turned and found the woman wearing the extremely attractive bikini, causing Luke to harden once again. \"Thank you.\" Was all he said, before grabbing the spare lightsaber and a training ball, as well as a long piece of cloth. Putting the ball and cloth to the side for now, he grabbed the saber and handed it to Leia. \"This is a lightsaber. Get a feel for it. The weight and size of it. When you're ready, press the button to activate it. DO NOT aim it at yourself.\" Luke instructed, watching her and admiring her body subtly.\nOnce she was happy with the weapon, Luke approached her and gently blindfolded her, activating the training ball. \"I have activated a droid which will periodically shoot beams at you. If they hit, they will give a slight stinging sensation, which should encourage you to dodge or block it next time.\" The Jedi informed her. \"You must use the force to sense where the beams are headed.\"\nWhat the princess did not know, is that Luke was not making this easy for her. The sound delay was put off by a few seconds and in a slightly different area as to where the beam was coming from. This would make it extremely difficult to block, even for a Jedi with experience. He also ensured that the droid would aim solely at Leia's chest and ass, which would ensure Leia would get stung possibly in a pleasurable way. It would be interesting to watch whether Leia was into a slight bit of pain. This would be one of the few exercises Luke would use which would not involve him touching her in some way.\nAs Leia began, the man sat down on a nearby rock to watch. Due to Leia's blindfold, Luke was now free to ogle the woman in front of him, watching her breasts bounce and the sweat glisten her body. A few marks where beginning to graze Leia's skin, and this would help Luke touch Leia a lot, lot sooner."
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"value": "She gripped the lightsaber in her hand, taking it from Luke. \"It feels so light\" she acknowledged, looking it over, turning it and inspecting every inch. Pressing the button, a light blue color erupted from it, the noise almost scaring her as she jolted back. Nerves filled her, which Luke most certainly would have picked up on.\n\"You're blinding me? Is this wise?\" The princess noticed her sight going dark. She could only rely on her senses now. The sound of the droid floating in the air moving from side to side confused her, she didn't know how to work out where she was going to be shot from. \"Ow!\" She screamed, a hit in the arm. Trying to concentrate she was hit again, this time in the chest. The bikini did little to help soften the blow.\n\"I can't do it!\" Leia said giving up, losing patience. Staying blindfolded she was hit again, this time in the thigh, the droid aiming for her ass, but she moved. \"Ow!\""
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"value": "\"Calm yourself. Emotions get in the way of concentration. Allow your senses to go to the force, and sense where the bolts are going.\" Luke instructed gently, allowing the instruction to go on a bit longer. Once she had a few more marks on her, especially a nice bright spot on her left breast, and under her right ass cheek. \"Okay, you may take the blindfold off.\" Luke told her, turning the droid off.\n\"Now, the force is good for many things. It is good to protect yourself in a fight, you get a 'feel' of everyone around you, and can even be used to heal others. This of course, is not possible for severe injuries, but gentle stuff, like a gentle sting, is easy to heal. This will provide a soft, pleasurable feeling to the spot fixed, as well as a lot of relief.\" The man told her. \"When untrained, it can be dangerous, so I will not allow you to try it yet. If you wish, I can heal these marks for you?\" Luke asked. A bit of the force was used on her, in a way that would make the idea more appealing. Since it was just a gentle push, Leia would not be able to sense it, and likely wouldn't be able to resist."
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"value": "\" Fifteen thousand and five hundred dollars for a herd of Rapid ashes- not bad. \" Chanson 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 Poke boys 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 Poke boys 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. Furthermore, he rarely spent quality time with his Poke boys, 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. Chanson popped a grape into his mouth, glancing out of the Poke Center'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 Outdoor 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 Poke boys sitting around them at different tables, looking just disgustingly adorable in their own fashion. They sort of stood out amongst the Pikachu's, Burials, Stables, and Vulpine, really. With a sigh, the Outdoor lifted himself off of his seat next to Damien, then rounded the table, plopping down comfortably on Chanson's lap.\nThe tamer was quick to wrap his arms around his Outdoor's back, even going as far to poke his fingers underneath the other's waistband. They kissed, and Chanson drew away first, leaning forward to plant a peck in the middle of his Poke boy'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 poke boy had played a big role on in aiding his master in capturing all those Pokémon, the red blitz wasn't called that for no reason, he was easily able to incapacitate them himself. The poke boy 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 poke boys 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 Pokémon center, along with his comrade Outdoor.\nDamien gave a glance to the side as the outdoor 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 outdoor deserved his turn. Still, the Sailor let out a low growl when their clearly intoxicated master showed the outdoor a lot of attention. Damien turned his head towards the two, his sharp eyes living 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 outdoor probably would help, maybe even gang up on Damien, being double-teamed 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 poke boy, 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 poke boy.\nThe fiery haired poke boy 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 Chanson would sit out for the first few minutes of the taming session to allow for both of his Poke boys to be a bit of 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 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, Chanson 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 Outdoor'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 Outdoor's ass affectionately. Kaiden was rubbing against him, and the master willingly responded by grinding his crotch against his Poke boy'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 Chanson 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 Outdoor'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 Sailor. \" 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. Famine 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 each other, 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 outdoor, bringing a particularly malicious smirk to the redhead's lips. The Sailor watched as Kaiden was sent off by chanson 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 Pokémon 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": "The night in Gotham was cold, windy and snowy. It was the beginning of winter and Christmas was just around the corner. Though for many cops and heroes, this Christmas was about to be a long one. The police station was buzzing about a bank robber who had been brought into the station and how his face resembled something of a monster you would find in a horror movie, painted up and almost disfigured due to two cuts on the side of his face and a permanent scar on his neck where a rope caressed it. Like the man went mad and tried to kill himself and when he failed decided to rob a bank full of mafia figures. But the kicker was he surrendered as soon as the cops got there and requested a meeting with a lieutenant in their precinct.\nThe man himself went by a code name, one called War daddy and as the name suggested he seemed to know his way around knives and a gun giving the military like shooting he did at the bank to take out the guard who tried to be a hero. But the fact was that he wanted to be captured, to be brought here and what baffled the cops is why the six-foot six, obviously trained man hadn't broken into the vault nor did he put up a fight. He just asked to be brought he after killing the guard and asked for a certain cop. So as the cop came in, her expression blank and almost unamused being woken up from her slumber. His head slowly turned, and he started to speak slowly with a manic Italian accent.\" A woman always speaks about not being capable of raping someone and yet with the right tools, they can do it and with the current climate get away with it.\" The lieutenant sat on the other end of the table and mumble about dealing with another erratic psychopath, and yet he knew to be erratic, that meant he would have to be crazy and stupid.\nAs he looked at her, War daddy remembered everything. The taunting and the laughter. The way she acted as she sent the pictures to his girlfriend. She was now a part of the reason that his Ex was being laughed at because she made a comment that she really was unneeded. Schoolgirl had no real villain and it kept her the laughingstock. He came back because she needed to know he cared, he was willing to give his life if it meant that in the end she was validated by him becoming her devil and her arch nemesis. It's why he chose her friend, to get her involved so that he could be that badly she hated and hopefully defeated, he wouldn't let any other hero do it. That and he wanted revenge over the bitch that ruined his life and drove him mad. It's why he was about to prove how calculated and militarily trained he was on a bitch that deserved to die for her sake.\n\" I got you here right?\" He asked with a grin, the woman raising her head and tensing when she noticed that he had heard her and asked what he meant.\" Well.... you aren't very bright. For me to be erratic, I would have to be crazy and quite the idiot. But I got you in the same room as me and soon... a guard I paid off is going to come in, and I am going to shoot you in the fucking face for ruining my life.\" The woman seemed intrigued, asking him who he seemed to think she was and kind of prying with a stern tone, the anxiety building as her fears started to be realized about this man being thought dead for years.\" The thing is Lieutenant, everyone has his or her price. Threaten their children or pay them and well.... they bend easy.\" A man came into the room, unlocking his cuffs and handing him a pistol as he chuckled.\" Frank.... do you love this tight pussy Frank. Better get us pregnant and our parents grandchildren or your girlfriend will hear about this!\" This made the woman go pale as he laughed, unloading the clip into the girl as his men stormed the building and started shooting it out with the police, the man walking out the back door after cleaning the gun and throwing it aside.\" Now the fun begins, now the laughter stops. War daddy is home.\" He laughed as he walked away from the now smoking precinct, ready to create more chaos to help a fallen angel."
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"value": "School Girl was a local crime fighter, but she was never taken serious. She did not have superpowers like others in this world, nor did she have the money to be some high-tech gear head. She did not even wear armor, so she had to learn different ways to get what she wanted and to protect herself. That was the reason for the skimpy costume, it offered her an advantage. She was a young, beautiful girl willing to do anything for information. When word of this got out, she became a joke and was degraded by all. She was strong enough to live with it, but it bothered her. She wanted to be taken serious but was not sure how. Furthermore, she needed to make a contact within the Pearl Bay Police Department so she could gain inside information but still had. It figured out just who.\nWhen news broke of a gun fight, she was quick to action. Watching from a bear by rooftop, she could see a stand-off taking place. Perfect, she could handle this herself. She had bought some black market items to help her, stripping did pay really well and some clients got a little more dog the resting price. Her ultimate goal was to be the new Knight Rider, who was her idol. Using a make shift grappling gun, she swung across to the street to the police department and slowly climbed down the building site like it was a rock cliff. That was another skill she learned by payment with her body. Finding what gunmen were still standing, she used a flashlight on her utility belt to bust a window open. She crawled inside and made her way toward the fight.\nShe was not a ninja, seeking around in the shadows was not an option for her. Luckily, she was very sexy and men could be easily seduced. Taking a deep breath, the very intelligent young lady stepped around the corner; her act beginning. Like, give it up already She said purposely sounding like an air headed bimbo so they would believe she was a push over. At this point, she could be their ticket out of here. Come on guys, put your guns down for me and I'll give you a little surprise she teased them as her left hand seductively slid up her waist, unbuttoning the bottom button and then moving to the next. Her firm belly button and chandelier belly button charm coming into view. She was a very skilled fighter, maybe more so than Knight Rider, but her sexuality gave her an advantage."
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"value": "The men had stayed behind to make a point. To show how bad this clown really was and that win turn would give High School girl a real opponent and not someone that the press could write off as a joke. So as the last cop dropped to the floor, the men turned to the girl and blushed seeing a high school uniformed hero show up and act all slutty in front of them. Some of the men left due to not being interested, but a lot of them stayed and grinned at how she seemed to want to put out for criminals so easily. Hell, this would be a bonus for the job if the boss got them out of jail afterward like he has in the past. So the men dropped their guns and grinned as they went up to the woman puling out their thick meaty cocks.\" Well, motivate us into surrendering little lady, cause right now I am still ready to fight due to all the tension.\" The men chuckled, surrounding school girl and stroking their cocks waiting for the pleasure to begin.\nWar daddy was oblivious of this happening though. Part of him wouldn't care because his name needed to get out and yet part of him would very much be killing the men for trying to take advantage of the one he was once madly in love with. Part of him still was and yet the madness kept the flame just a spark. It was something likely to roar to life later, and yet he didn't feel it right now as he started to load pistol magazines and a drum for his Tommy gun while he waited for his men at their hideout, hoping that they weren't giving into her charm and using her like some of the criminals he killed joked about. The man was possessive, he would kill anyone that touched her even if it was a stupid thing due to her not even dating him anymore.\" Where the fuck are they?\" He asked, pondering for a moment with his wild eyes looking at a normal version of him that had long died and school girl before she was the woman she was today.\" You don't have to give yourself to random criminals, just love me.\" He growled, tears falling down his face as he picked up the photo and threw it into the wall, screaming as he sat down, loaded his Thomson machine gun and charged a round into it.\" Love me.... like I still loved you!\""
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"value": "School Girl watched as they all did exactly what she wanted, laying their guns down and even pulling out their cocks. This was going to be way too easy she thought to herself as they begin to surround her. Alright, now you have to do me another favor if you want me to do anything for you, she giggled while she quit unbuttoning her shirt. You boys need to kiss each other for me, she laughed, watching as she caught them off guard for a moment before she attacked. A quick kick to one of their balls, before punching another across the face and then spin kicking a couple of them. She was well-trained, able to with stand fighting a group of guys like this.\nWhen it was all said and done, she looked around at all the gunmen laying at her feet. I hope you all liked your surprise she giggled as the last one awake groaned a little but was kicked hard across the face for his troubles. When she was done, School Girl yelled out to the police. There all down guys, you can come out of hiding now she laughed as she buttoned her shirt back up. Maybe now they would take her a bit more serious, not make her the laughingstock of the heroine community."
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"value": "War daddy seemed to have a feeling that they had tried to take her when he saw that the men he hired were all taken out of the shot up precinct on the news the next day. Obviously a recording, but they had blood on their crotches from what he thought to be a kick in the nuts. The woman he loved coming out of the building taking all the doubt away and making him scream in infuriation and the men that tried to take what wasn't theirs. He grabbed the trench coat he wore and spoke in a manic manner.\" Don't send goons to do a villains job!\"\nThree ours later he left an envelope on the steps of the local news station, the message from War daddy to the woman that had been the laughingstock of the city. Even when the editor watched it he couldn't believe someone that shot up the police station would be calling out such a joke of a super heroine, and yet he was witnessing it before him as he went pale taking it to his boss and showed its contents. War daddy had left a message for School Girl. The boss smiled and mumbled that it would be a fitting kick in the ass for an under qualified heroine and that he couldn't wait to write on her death. He had heard things about this War daddy, things from other towns that had seen an influx in crime over him.\" Play it.\"\nAt eight in the evening people turned on the news to find a menacing figure, the news anchors warning that this footage was disturbing and to let their kids watch at their own risk. But the painted man seemed to hum and sway his head back and forth, another woman before him as he sat in the chair the woman saying that she was sorry in a broken tone and almost choking on those words.\" Sorry.... why are you sorry?\" He asked in a manic manner before slamming the butt of the gun into her face, the woman groaning in pain as she spoke once more.\" For my sins, the betrayal in my life that I have caused.\" Her head hung as he smashed the butt of the pistol into her head once more before turning the woman in her chair to face the camera. He grabbed the women hair and made her look into the camera.\" Look at you.... A pathetic whore that doesn't really treat her friends well. Do you have any shame?\" The woman sobbed and nodded, looking up at the man as if she knew him.\" I'm so...\" Before she could finish he put the gun to her head and blew out her brains,, pushing the woman out of the chair and sitting down.\" So School girl.... they say you are a joke around here. I tend to agree.\" He grinned and pointed his gun at the body, firing a few more times with a smile on his face knowing he had killed one of her best friends.\" I think you are a joke, because you don't have anyone that actually gives a fuck about you. You are alone, and I am going to prove it to you by showing you who your friends are in the inside. I will make them sing!\" He started to laugh after this, the video cutting out and War daddy wondering if she even watched the broadcast.\""
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"value": "She remembered little of how she got to be there safe a sharp pain in the back of her head that she now assumed to have been something hitting her. Having passed the exams to become a full Jedi Knight a year before, she had been on her own ever since, armed with her knowledge of the Force and a green lightsaber. She had been running before the rumor of a powerful Sith extracting Jedi from plants and killing them. The planet she was hiding on didn't have the resources or firepower to hold off the Sith for long enough to allow her an escape route, so instead they had handed her over to him when he had threatened the planet.\nArea Series woke suddenly in what seemed to be a small, dark room. Pushing her long brown hair back from her face, she swept a pair of light gray eyes across the room, searching for a way to escape. Seeing none, she automatically reached to her waist for her saber hilt, but she felt none. Of course, she wouldn't, she thought irritably. With a small grunt, she stood up, stretching her limbs, stiff from what must have been at least hours of being unconscious. At her full height, she amounted to five and a half feet, not too short, but not unusually tall either.\nShe reached out tentatively with the Force, searching for any other life forms near her. Suddenly she stopped and stared intently at one corner of the room - no, cell. She could have sworn she sensed something there in the far corner. She saw nothing, but there had to be something there.\n\"Who are you?\" she demanded, fixing the corner in question with an accusing glare."
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"value": "Darth Vicarious smirked, as he dropped his force cloak. This wasn't your average Sith, no something much worse. He wore the battle suit of a Sith master, mini Cerberus and such increased his reflexes and abilities to that of an average Jedi knight without the force. The entire thing was woven with Cross weave meaning a lightsaber was in essence a normal blade against it. The shoulders were a dark crimson as were the elbows and knees. Heavy gunner boots leading to flight pants with a few pockets. The shirt he wore was the typical Jedi style, but black. Under each arm was a pair of lightsabers to black and two, made of some sort of bone. Crimson metallic gloves rested on his hand. However, it was the face that would be recognizable. Back as ebony it glistened a \"mouth\" area showing vocal imprints seek and sooth up to the face where a small horn was present at each temple and a slightly larger but still small compared to the average gaudy Sith armor horns rested in the center. The voice spoke out slowly \"Well, well isn't THIS just a surprise the Jedi I most wanted to meet up with so soon into my \"hunt\".\"\nThe being raised his hand to his face removing the mask. A familiar face smirked at the captured Jedi. Skin too pale eyes that looked like rubies an amused smirk on his face white blond hair peaking out from the top of the battles armor and clothes worn over it. A wicked scar ran down the Jedi turned Sith's eye, but that was to be expected, few Sith got to power by being nice.\nThe Sith Master was tall, two feet taller than Area and a bit wider though it was obviously not fat. The half human half Cathay chuckled,\"Didn't expect to see me again did you Area?\"\nThomas and has master had been on planet Kerrigan. Back when both had been AdAway. The four had been surrounded and attacked. Thomas had just made his first saber whereas Area hadn't, thus it made sense for those two to distract the Sith while Area and her Master got to the ship. However, they'd been forced to leave when Area's master had \"sensed\" both of them die. Chuckling Thomas spoke, \"If you're wondering Sexy, I'm not a Force Ghost, or even some demon of hell sent to punish you for your betrayal, now I'm as alive as you thought smarter and a bit more alive as I'm not repressed trust me \"Old Friend\" you haven't lived until you've done a death stick off a Two Led hooker's tits in the middle of a lower city strip club.\"\nShaking his head the Sith said \"I suppose I should wait to do the catching up until I've got your attention, huh?\"\nThe Sith typed in a command code. The door sealed shut as he said, \"The code to the door is 8675309\"\nPutting back on his mask he said \"If you can make it to the door your free to leave no one will top you, the transport is across the hall.\"\nThe Sith pressed in a key code and her cell door dissolved. Even as he drew and activated his twin sabers. Both glistened. The right beam was an almost black purple while the left was red orange, and about half as long. The sound of them activating seemed to echo, as he said, \"You didn't think I'd just let you go did you time to show you why the dark side is the best.\"\nWith a negligent thought her own lightsaber was sent rolling into her cell. The Sith waited, both blades in a battle position."
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"value": "Area blinked again as the Sith seemed to materialize in front of her, wearing, as she expected, the armor of the Sith. She saw nothing of him besides his mask, his armor, and his sabers. She watched him carefully, warily, taking him in as she tensed for movement. Furthermore, she wore the traditional Jedi white tunic and brown robes, although a little rumpled from having spent so long on the floor. No hint of an expression showed on her face, but inwardly she frowned. She thought she knew the voice. It sounded faintly familiar, like that of a voice echoing from a half-remembered dream. But of course it was impossible. She didn't know any Sith or any Jedi that had been corrupted. Instead, she brushed it off as her imagination. But he was tall. She had to crane her neck just to look up at the mask covering his face. At her five and a half feet, she was dwarfed by his height.\nShe watched as a hand went to the mask and lifted it, revealing the face within. Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, startled by the sudden revelation of the familiar face, but without the friendliness that had been in it the last time she knew it. He had changed much since the last time she had seen him, and she certainly hadn't known he would grow to be so tall.\nArea opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again in shock. \"I thought....\" She let the sentence trail off without an end. She knew that he knew what she was going to say.\nUnbidden, her mind flashed back years to the last time they had been together on Kerrigan, training as Jedi Pathways together. She remembered admiring Thomas' saber, laughing with delight when he demonstrated its power to her. Then the fun was over as they had suddenly been ambushed. She remembered wanting to fight but not having a saber to fight with. It had filled her with guilt that she didn't have her own weapon. She had thought that if she had already made her own saber, they would have been able to stay and fight with their friends. As it was, they had been forced to flee without the other Jedi and AdAway on her own master's orders.\n\"How are you alive...\" she whispered, staring at him with wide eyes as if seeing him for the first time, which, in a way, she was. She watched without words as he punched in a code, locking the door under some passcode.\nShe looked at him disbelievingly. Surely he didn't mean to capture her just to introduce himself and release her again. She nodded a little in understanding as his sabers activated, the electronic sound bouncing off the walls of the room. She had suspected it wouldn't be so easy.\nArea leaned down and picked up her saber, activating the green light blade with the press of a button, hesitating.\n\"We used to be friends, Thomas. Why did you turn to the Dark Side?\" She might have been eager to escape the place, but before she could move against him, she had to know."
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"value": "Thomas smirked at the woman turning the voice modulator off the spoke\"Kerrigan is a hard word, that day those things that attacked us were Sith Wraiths, creatures sustained by the dark side, mindless bests who may as well have been wielding clubs, my master however as you know was more of a historian than a fighter, she fell surrounded by wraiths there were about six left open when she fell, and I defeated all of them, but of course by then your \"brave\" aster had fed the planet.\"\nShaking his head he said \"So I was left with no allegiances and no Master stuck on that hellish word where everything, and everyone wanted me dead, I remembered word of a small village four days walk from my location, I was wounded, and relatively exhausted but I slowly but surely made the walk heading towards that town.\"\nShaking his head he said, \"Three days from our cap a sand storm struck driving me into a Sith ruin, looking back I believe the force herself was seeking to guide me you see I am not a Sith, your school may have labelled me such, but I am something far MORE DANGEROUS than a foolish Sith.\"\nPopping his neck he said, \"Surely you know of Evan, the last known TRUE \"Sith\" able to use both sides of the force, he was alive in that temple, kept alive by the force and ACTA he awakened upon me entering the room, and he taught me everything gave me a location for the new and improved Star Forge he had been having built before he'd been called away.\"\nThomas nodded his head as he spoke fondly, \"Evan was a harsh aster, but not cruel one, and in time I grew to love her as a mother and something more, when her time came as it does with things, she begged me to see to it that the Jedi and The Republic truly are saved.\"\nLooking at the \"Light side\" wielder he said \"So consider this a chance to prove me wrong that the Republic that the Jedi are fine that they don't need saving, if you can defeat me, resist my temptation hen you will have proven me and my aster wrong, but deep inside you know the truth.\"\nShaking his head he said, \"Deep inside you know the Jedi are WRONG, their traditions are WRONG, that they have lost what they ounce were, that the republic is dying, it has at more a quarter of a century before it's like ash in the wind.\""
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"value": "Area continued to stare at her former friend in disbelief. Without the voice modulator, he sounded much more familiar to her, but the idea that he could be still be alive after the attack on Kerrigan so many years ago still didn't make sense. But still, he was right there in front of her, after her master had convinced her that their friends were dead, and they could do nothing to save them.\n\"I thought you had died there...\" she said hesitantly after he was done relating his story. \"My master told me he felt both of you die. If I had known, I would have made him go back.\"\nShe paused for a moment, watching him for any sort of positive reaction. \"Look, it was a bad mistake. But the Jedi are not wrong because of the wrong actions of a single master. Evan is the one who is wrong. Yes, the Republic isn't as perfect as it used to be. But your so-called master is misleading you. Can't you see it?\"\nShe drew back into a fighting stance, her saber held crosswise in front of her. \"Don't make me fight you, Thomas,\" she said softly, trying one last time to sway him from his purpose. \"Come back to the Republic with me. Please.\""
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"value": "Thomas chuckled, \"Silk girl did you not hear me Evan was kept alive by ancient Sith magic and ACTA the sort of thing you do when you're not trying to survive but trying to wait long enough to pass on your knowledge.\"\nLooking at her, he said, \"I am Darth Vicarious and Darth Vicious \"Official\" master and student the one who started this rebellion the one whose defeated the Jedi again the master of both sides of the force, and the man who will see the Republic burn.\"\nThe man chuckled s he said, \"I am the all commander the highest ranking person in the \"Sith Army\", and trust me babe, things are only beginning pathways are being collected from every planet nights and even a few masters re joining them, planets the Republic has screwed over are joining by the dozen The Orwellian sector is joining with me next week, that will remove 90% of the Republics ability to make ships, Crescent will be mine within a month.\""
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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 Raccoon. She wrinkled her nose, disgust passing over her features, this was all Umbrellas fault. Furthermore, 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 executed. Point-blank executed... and why? Because she wouldn't fuck a few guys.\nSilver had once been Silvana 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. Furthermore, she heard the approach of some of the twisted crows. Twisted Crows, she called them such as they were 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. Weaker, 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 were 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. Furthermore, she reached up and then ran her fingers over the slightly Damon wings. Furthermore, she healed quickly, because the torn flesh from her wings opening was already closed. Furthermore, 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": "Weaker sat 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 closed together in front of him and HS chin rested lightly there. It had been a 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 Weaker 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 everyone's 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 pictures 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 Weaker simply called it business. People being eaten and devoted, 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 unless against a trained enemy. The new strand was creating faster, stronger, and more resident 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 initial test run. Have some examples taken and then cleanse the city.\" Weaker unclasped his hands and stood to his feet. He slid his coat on, the garment clinking with weapons as he put it on. Weaker might be well protected, but he wouldn't go unarmed in an 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 Weiser 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 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 uncoated 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, deck... damn birds. Furthermore, 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. Furthermore, 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. Furthermore, 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 Weaker. The damnable man..."
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"value": "Weaker walked calmly to the roof of the building surrounded by armed and armored men that formed his bodyguard while at this facility. For all purposes he looked like a man just out for a stroll, his hands clasped behind his back like 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 sometimes one of the men on the roof had to destroy one of the carbon 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 Weaker stopped though, freezing the surrounding men 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 painting 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 its 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 Weaker. She straightened and stood, both blades held down and on the read. \"Scum sucking Sonoma 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": "Weaker's gun stayed aimed at the ground even as she messily took out his two guards with well-placed throws of some sort of strange weapon. He didn't seem worried, just watching Silver with what could only be called an interested look on his face. In truth, he was interested. It wasn't often that he saw a new type of bioweapon, 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 began to 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 real bioweapon? 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.\" Weaker thought for a moment then it seemed to come to him. \"You must be Gresham. I remember trying something before with this strain and you 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 only 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": "Male kept tapping her foot over and over again on the floor of her bedroom her mind thinking over the argument she had just had with her now ex-boyfriend. She slammed her hand down on her dresser before taking a few deep breathes to calm herself down. \"Alright....that does it.... Jack is going to get a talking to.\" she growled and made her way down the stairs of the Torch wood hub. \"Jack what the hell were you're thinking, drugging my boyfriend just because your jealous of him?\" she asked and shoved a finger into his chest, making sure it hurt him a bit, to make a point of mind to him.\nMale looked like some 18-year-old school girl, however she actually was a 600-year-old Time Lord, though she had kept this truth hidden from Jack until recently. It was more Into who had brought it to their boss's attention which just made Jack even more protective of her. Male had light blonde hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin. Her body was an athletic build, her chest small around, her ass tight and athletic. She had the height of 5'4 with the weight of 120 lbs, though it was all muscle. One thing that made her so attractive to most me was her temper and how cute she looked when she wan angry.\n\"I should send your ass back to your room and tie you up again.\" she growled before shaking her head. \"Thanks to you Jack, he broke up with me.\" she hissed then spun around and made her way to her desk where she slipped into her chair. She pulled her headphones on over her ears and began to type away at a report trying to ignore him now. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair and grit her teeth together tightly. \"You really know how to get on my nerves, and you should be proud of it either.\" she went on saying."
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"value": "Jack loved it when Male was angry, the way her brow furrowed, and she got these little dimples in her cheeks that made her look even younger. He imagined that sex with her when she was angry would be quite an event. But then she might try to oil him so, you know, swings and roundabouts. It was true, he had been jealous of her boyfriend, but then her boyfriend had also been a dick and not someone he wanted anywhere near Torch wood. He couldn't help but feel a frisson of excitement at the thought of male tying him up again, but he quickly shook the image away and strode over to her.\n\"You might want to try to remember who's in charge around here. We don't need dead wood like....\" he genuinely couldn't remember the guy's name, \"him, hanging around and causing distractions.\" he paused for emphasis, but he wasn't even sure she was listening to him. He tried to soften his tone a little. \"Look we're getting some strange anomalous readings coming through the rift. Temporal waves. I'm not sure what they mean, so if you could apply your massive intellect to that I'd be most grateful.\" Too patronizing? He thought maybe yes, but what the hell.\nJack spans on his heel and marched away to his office, just as Into's boyish face appeared at the top of the stairs, \"Don't let him get to you,\" he said in his sweet Welsh lilt, \"He's just a big pussycat really.\" into smiled. He was in love with Jack, but there was something about Male that stirred something in him, he'd never experienced in relation to a woman before. Even a 600-year-old time lord woman."
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"value": "Male muttered something in another tongue as Jack scolded her, and she turned her head and watched him walk off. \"Fucking bugger....\" she grumbled something else under her breath before she hit a few buttons on the computer and the rift came into view. \"Sure leave it to the one with all the brains to do all the work while the asshole goes and fights aliens. Jack...ass.\" she growled, and her eyes scanned the screen. \"Just some electrical waves and a minor alien disturbance, but it looks like nothing is coming through.\" she said then printed off a report. She turned her head and smiled up at Into when he spoke to her, and she laughed softly as she headed up the stairs towards him.\n\"Oh Into, always trying to fix our relationships whenever me and Jack fight. You really are a sweetheart and my favorite.\" she said softly, she looked rather tired when she came close to him. \"I know I shouldn't let him get to me, but he always ruins my relationships whenever I find someone I really like.\" she said sadly. \"After finding out what I am...he hasn't stopped ridding my ass, he's overprotective, and it pisses me off. I am older than him, seen more than he has, and he talks to me like a child. I am a fucking Time Lord, I was here before Earth was even created.\" she mumbled and gently fixed Into's tie. \"Why do you humans have to make everything so hard, I don't understand you.\" she whispered softly as she brushed a few angry tears from her eyes and sighed?\n\"Though thanks for making me feel better Into, you always do.\" she said and kissed him on the cheek before she stormed into Jack's office. \"Hey asshole, nothing terrible coming through the rift. Here is your fucking report. And let me remind you who is older and who has been alive since before your planet or your race where made.\" she hissed. She then shoved her finger into Jack's chest once more and lifted his head. \"You fuck up another relationship for me again I will find a way to kill you.\" she whispered softly into his ear. Though Jack would know that she really did care for him even though they always fought. \"Oh and his mane was Daryl, and you're the dead wood around here. Now for fuck sakes back the bloody hell up before I remove your bullocks.\" she said and turned out of his office.\nShe made her way outside where she stood staring up at the sky, aware the rain was going to fall once more. \"Fuck...can't we get at least one sunny day around here.\" she said before turning and grabbing a fag from her pocket and lightening it up, she took a deep inhale, held it before exhaling as her headache calmed down. Once she was done she headed back inside and headed over to Into with a bag in her hand and handed it to him. \"It's your favorite, its thanks for earlier, but could I talk to you for a few minutes.\" she whispered into his ear as her hand brushed over the top of his. She then walked up another set of stairs and made her way into her own bedroom Jack had set up for her and sat down at her desk."
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"value": "Jack had his buried when Male stormed in and started ranting. He stood to meet her, but she jabbed him in the chest. God, he wanted to fuck her right then and there, maybe slap her about a bit first. But he was also aware of just how dangerous she could be. Angry sex was great but, despite his immortality, he had no particular desire at that point to be killed - again. He ran through the list of reposts but was distracted. Daryl, of course, he knew it had been one of those annoying names, by the time his brain had clicked back into gear she'd swept back out of his office again.\nJack sat back down with a sigh and scanned the report she'd slapped on his desk. She was right. Nothing particularly seemed to be coming through the rift, but he couldn't get over the feeling that something bad was happening. He hated having to sit and wait. He was a man of action and this was killing him. Furthermore, he got back to his feet and paced the room. Furthermore, he took out his revolver, checked the cylinder for rounds and weighed the weapon in his hand. Time to go hunting he thought.\nInto was flummoxed. She was beautiful, female, but beautiful. She was so confident and strong and when she adjusted his tie the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. What was happening to him. When she kissed his cheek and walked away he found himself rooted to the spot and touching the skin her lips had brushed. Was it because she was a time lord? Did they perhaps give off pheromones he was unaware of? He shook it off and sat back down at his desk, finding it difficult to concentrate. Even when he got a call from Tosh describing a strange signal she'd picked up from the edge of Cardiff near an area of old mines called Hen Wing.\nWhen Male returned and handed him the bag he was surprised and pleased, noting the treacle toffee - a guilty pleasure - contained within. She wanted to talk? Then she brushed his hand and once more he felt the strange tingle he'd experienced earlier. Then she left and he looked after her. Unable to take his eyes off her ass. Did she want him to follow? Into was in many ways like a dog, and not just because of the big brown sorrowful eyes, he was loyal, intelligent and always wanted to please. He sometimes thought that jack took advantage of that but.... She was different. Wasn't she?\nInto checked his computer, then hurried to Male's bedroom, knocking softly before entering. \"Tosh just called in something, I need to let Jack know soon. I know he can be an ass at times, but he really does care. About all of us.\" Into stopped in front of her, uncertain how to proceed."
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"value": "She remembered the argument she had with Jack earlier, and she felt guilty knowing she might have hurt him. However, she jumped slightly when Into came in and she turned to look at him. \"You don't have to worry about Tosh and what is going on in the mines. I already sent the message to him. It seems to be more Weevils at it again. Though they are in some type of group, I think they are trying to mate.\" she said and stood up. Media remembered the way Jack had looked at her, the sexual tension between him, and she shivered pushing it out of her mind. \"Into, do you really know the real reason why he is so harsh on me? It's because I am like him in a few ways and he...is both in love with me and wants to shag me.\" she said weakly as she shot the door behind him and let out a heavy sigh, she was pale in the face, and she grasped his tie and adjusted it again.\nShe never thought of Into as some dog, she wasn't there to take advantage of him or use him. Media cared for him deeply, and he was one of her only friends. Everyone else seemed to just want to fuck her as soon as she walked in the room. \"I am so sick and tired of Owen....the girls coming after me as well. You're my only friend here Into.\" she whispered as her hand brushed a few crumbs from his chest. \"You always look so handsome in your suit, it's the only thing other than the person in it that cheers me up when you come around.\" she whispered and leaned up kissing his cheek again. Her heart was racing in her chest and she clamped her eyes shut as she hugged him tightly, her head against his chest as she listened to his one heart beat while her two raced.\n\"You are the only one who seems to calm my temper as well, when it gets worse, and I am about to explode.\" she purred. She wasn't thinking about shagging Into at the moment, no she just wanted to have someone hold her. Slowly her hands puled him towards the bed, and she let out another heavy sigh as a few tears streamed down her cheeks. Into was the only person she had let seen her cry. \"Don't you ever get sick of having your heart broken over and over again?\" she whispered as she buried her head gently into his suit shirt and breathed in his scent. She knew she would take a bullet for him, she had done it a few times before, almost had her arm ripped off as well protecting Into from stray aliens.\nShe couldn't take it anymore, and she lifted her hand and stared straight into his eyes. \"I love you Into, I want you to know that, but I am not going to force you or push you into anything. I am not like Jack, I won't abuse your trust in me.\" she said as she let him go and slowly pushed her bangs out of her eyes. \"Just wanted to let you know my true feelings, I can't keep them hidden from you anymore, it just felt so wrong.\" she said and swallowed as a lump formed in her throat. Slowly she lifted her head and grasped his hand but only held it. Sure she was powerful and deadly but Into was her krypton and he could tell. \"I will never stop protecting you as long as I can, I don't care how many times I have to regenerate.\" she whispered and brought his hand against her cheek and sighed."
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"value": "It was cold in the up town New York Apartment. The Holy Grail war had never come to America before. Low and behold there existing someone with the talent to be a Magus. Ivory Herrmann 18-year-old girl, long blond hair, a tall frame and beautiful blue eyes. Was descendant from the Harriman line of Magus who recently began a resurgence with their native magus heritage.\nThough no Holy Grail war had been announced, Ivory still wanted to try her hand at summoning a servant. Drawing a Pentagram of gold in her living room, the furniture all turned upside down, so not to get in the way. In the center of the pentagram was an urn of saints ashes. Not just any Saint, but ashes belonging to the Jean De Arc who saved the French in the hundred-year war. The magus could feel the energy in her fingertips, as she waited the proper time, soon holding open her grimier that was dusty and old from lack of use.\nSpouting some words in some ancient runic Latin that coincided with her Magus blood. The time hit the proper time, and soon she began to watch and see if the servant would come fourth. \"Come fourth and Obey my command.\" Was stated in the runic tongue, the pentagram began glowing, and magic could be felt radiating from it. Then, a sudden flash of light shot down into the center of the pentagram. Ivory had to shield her eyes because the bright light would have blinded her if she didn't. When next she opened her eyes, would the servant she desired be there."
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"value": "It was not often that one had the catalyst for a saint. Less so during a grail war. As Ivory began to wave the words of magic binding a servant from the throne of heroes, traces of energy began to flare along her arms and hands, an intricate system of magical servants that were aglow with a soft, blue light. They coalesced and wound their way to her spread out palms, the sensation warm to the touch and almost feverishly hot as the magic reached its crescendo. As she spoke the last few words of the summoning incantation, the energy within her flashed out in a silent roar of magic and filled the room with a blinding white light. And yet as suddenly as the magical energy came into existence, it focused and formed into a figure. Motes of light then scattered from the form, dancing in the air for a brief moment before fading out altogether, dying with a grace almost unheard of.\nIn the center of the pentagram stood a figure, petite, yet Striking. Barely over five inches in height, she was beautiful woman clad in steel and draped in a violet cape, her blonde hair intricately woven into a braided ponytail. With a blade at her side, and one hand holding up a flag colored white, and with gold trimming and decoration. For a moment, her bright blue eyes looked around, eventually resting upon her hand, and then upon the other woman in the room.\nI am Ruler class Jeanne Dark. Ah... She gave a brief pause. This is a grail war, is it not? Normally A ruler class does not answer the call of a grail war. How strange. Are you my master then? She asked, giving a gracious bow as her cape slightly parted, showing off a hint of her rather buxom chest as she dipped, only to rise up and smile at her master."
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"value": "\"CEST'antique.\" The woman said upon hearing who this servant was looking at the moment she appeared in the circle, using a French word, and testing if the petite but proud girl before her understood her words. Before she let her own figure draw close examining the woman from head to toe. Ivory is a taller girl by comparison, and despite having the most normal of lifestyle for a girl her age. Had to admit that she could work a bit harder at the whole being slender thing, still, the American Magus flashes a warm smile.\n\"No Grail this time dear D'Arc.\" It was nice she had an idea of who she was summoning, and some of the pre'requisites. As it stood though, she wasn't going to give a huge amount of information. \"I am Ivory Harriman, and you my dear have been selected in fine detail, to be my servant, for the Grand Opening of the Grand Pantheon Academy, a school for Magus like myself, where those with the greatest of skills at handling their magic prowess gather, and are schooled and taught by some of the most renowned magus from various families, and now.\"\nShe collects Jean D'Arc's hand in her own the girls hand were tiny for a warrior, and it was clear that her hands were also stronger than Ivory's own. \"You are my ticket to getting into that school.\" Ivory smiled, looking at her hand the command seals were not on her hand in truth, they had to be given to her by the headmaster at the Grand Pantheon Academy. She was just happy, and looking all over Jean with a big old smile. \"Plus! With a Ruler class Servant on my side, I am sure to make it into the top class.\" As she comes close her hands rub all over Jean's petite almost untouched body, as it was so slender and well put together.\n\"Strange to think you're just a French Common Girl turned to Saint, your figure's so nice I am real jealous.\" Ivory was an actively promiscuous girl, and it showed she was happy to touch the body of this Young Saint. Hands even going so far as the boobs, and groping them unashamedly."
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"value": "No grail war? Then how was I summoned? The living saint asked, her tone taking a more curious demeanor as she seemed to ponder on the question. Especially as a ruler, something like this normally shouldn't be possible. Ivory. It is a pleasure to meet you nonetheless. If I am to be your servant, then know that I will bring you victory in whatever trails we are to face together. Standing a little over 5 feet, the knightly woman seemed far too dainty to be a warrior, but despite that she showed her strength as her hand took Ivory's with a rather firm though not forceful grip. Even the weakest servant could easily be ten times as strong as a man, after all.\nAh, will everyone else have a servant as well? Conflict would seem inevitable with so many other servants around. As the saint no longer stood to attention, she relaxed, at least until she felt her masters hands rather avidly exploring her body. Ivory Mistress, this is... The woman flushed, clearly unused to such physical activity. This is probably not the best use of a servant, do you not agree? Perhaps not, as the buxom young woman gave a surprised gasp, her hands soon covering her rather buxom chest as she looked away."
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"value": "Ivory pulled back, as she laughs. Seeing the Saint guarding her sanctity. \"True, we must be getting ready for our flight tomorrow.\" She flashed a smile. \"We have to go to a different country it's in Italy I believe.\" Ivory walked back, and motioned Jean to follow her. The apartment needed being put back together specially the living room. \"Come help me get the living room back together.\"\nShe righted her couch over the pentagram, and moved to make sure everything was to her degree back together. \"Your allowed the couch when you sleep for tomorrow, I understand this is all in a hurry.\" She looks to Jean, the girl was small, and yet very adorable, the sort of girl you wanted to protect, and yet, corrupt at the same time. It was fun to note she probably died a virgin, and she maintained her saintly hood. As Ivory nods.\n\"Yes, there will be risk of conflict at the Academy, you know how it is, even without a grail, some servants can be dangerous, and if their masters can't control them, well, someone has to be ready to put them down.\" She grins, \"Also, you can borrow a change of clothes from my old clothes over there, I can imagine Berserker servants we will definitely have some trouble with. And if there's a good chance for a magus to get full of themselves. So I wager its wise to have a servant, after all the Holy Grail isn't the only reason for conflict that can arise among Magus.\" As she moved the kitchen table back into place, she looks to Jean with a warm smile. \"You are willing to protect me should trouble arise yes?\""
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"value": "As Ivory pulled back, Jeanne recovered some dignity as she straightened her clothing out, taking a slow and steady breath. Italy, I know of it. I will be ready and in something more appropriate for travel come morning. I do not need to sleep, master. But, if you prefer I can get some rest anyway. Setting her flag aside, she began to help set things right. She needed no help in lifting the heavier objects, and her smaller stature seemed to be little problem to her as far as that went. No, I understand. Some servants can be dangerous regardless of the situation. Know this, master. I will never allow anyone to harm the one who summoned me. I will defend you to my dying breath. She spoke resolutely and honestly, her smile only widening for a moment before she helped to finish cleaning the room. Are you not tired? Most are after a summoning, from what I know. Surely it would do you well to get some rest for now? The concern in her accented voice was palpable, as even if she had been somewhat groped and fondled, she was a woman who concerned herself with the wellbeing of others.\nAs everything was put back into place, she looked back to her flag before it suddenly vanished, she could summon it again when necessary, but otherwise she was content to be at ease. \"But as far as defense goes, know this... I have two noble phantasms. My flag, and, my sword. My flag, I can fight with readily. My blade...\" She trailed off, looking to the sword upon her hip. \"If I draw this, I will be consumed by fire, and I will go back to the throne.\" It was a weapon of great power, but it came at the most absolute cost to her. \"I pray using it is never necessary.\""
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"value": "\"Fret not, I will ask you to keep the sword of yours sheathed fully and only draw it when my life is in absolute critical danger, otherwise I will forbid you to use your sword, regardless of the situation.\" Ivory smiled, \"Well yes, I am quite tired, this late at night, and I am looking forward to getting a good nights sleep so early in the morning I can be up, and ready to get on the flight tomorrow.\" She laid some blankets and sheets on the couch for Jean, flashing her a warm smile.\n\"Also be sure to keep your weapons concealed in some form while in a civilian zone, I do not wish to hide you, and you appear normal enough to be able to pass for a normal girl so long as we squeeze your petite little frame into some modern clothes.\" Ivory settled down a suitcase for Jean so she can put her armor and stuff inside. \"I will have this stuff concealed though so when we go through Airport customs no one will know a thing.\" She created from magic what looked like a civilian ID, so she could go through the airport and everything, on the ID a false name was printed, Jean Austin. A simple pull on her name, but it is better than civilians knowing her as Jean De'Arc.\nA pillow is propped onto the couch, and a smile widens along Ivory's face. \"If you do not want to sleep by yourself of course for the night, my bedroom is right there.\" She was teasing Jean, as she points to hers. Before beginning to unbutton her shirt and throw it off. Yawning, \"Well with all things done needing to be explained, shall we prepare for tomorrow night, I wager your life as a farm girl in Medieval France, getting up early should be easy for you, so mind waking me up around 6 to be sure we can get down to the airport come tomorrow?\""
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"value": "Understood. I would only willingly draw my blade if your life were in danger beyond that which I could normally deal with. She spoke calmly for a moment. Letting her mistress guide her for a few moments, she nodded. Do not worry. I can dismiss my weapons at will, alongside my armor. We need no special accommodations for either. Though I would need a civilian outfit to have something. She replied, trailing off for a moment.\nLooking the ID over, she held it in one hand as she looked it over, giving a small nod. Yes, I can let others know this is me, then. Worry not, Master. As she spoke, she placed the card on a nearby table, quickly smiling back to Ivory. I regret that if I get some rest, it would be best if I were to do son on the couch for now. If you are tired, get some rest. Morning comes soon, and with it lots of travel I am sure, is that not right? Her words were soft but assuring, meant to convey a powerful charisma without being forceful. I'll rouse you around six, do not worry. We will be off come the morning sun!"
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"value": "The Demon x The Human Girl\nDon't ever go there. That place is locked for a reason. The previous owners of the shrine were saying something about that strange well.\nThose words have stuck to her mind from the first day they moved in. She didn't actually believe this kind of stuff, but her grandfather always seemed obsessed with anything that was out of ordinary. No wonder that when the previous owner who was also pretty old himself spoke about what happened to his granddaughter and what strange things were residing in this place her own grandpa was fascinated. Then again, he always told her about how she should be more aware of what a great past their family had, rich in various stories about a priestess and her descendants who were even greater than the previous.\nYet, Mai simply shrugged at his stories. They seemed more like a child's story for bedtime. And besides, what was all this talk about priestesses, demons and witches? Unfortunately, she had no one left but the old man and the butler of the house who was just a little younger than her grandpa. Poor guy was doomed to hear his master's stories all day long. It was a miracle how much patience he had, and how well they got along. Either way, it was obvious she was one of the rich ones. Else they wouldn't move around so much. Still, this time it looked like her grandpa wouldn't leave the shrine alone. Thus, she figured that she would have to get accustomed to the sight for the rest of her years spent with him.\nAnother Monday, another dull and annoying day. To make it all worse, it was raining constantly in the last couple of days. The brunette stopped under the shrine's arch, blue eyes looking over the house, the Goshinboku tree and the house where the mysterious well was hidden. Something about the latter seemed to hold her attention. No, but rather, something almost seemed to call her, to draw her near. Reluctant steps were taken until she stood in front of the old shed. She frowned mostly to herself, wondering if the weather itself made her feel this weird, but there was more to it. Closing her umbrella, she stepped inside and then down the creaky staircase that gave her the goosebumps. For some reason, she was curious all of a sudden. Strange how before, she wouldn't even care about this kind of stuff that obviously sounded like fiction, but she did feel something pulling her towards the well.\nLeaving her umbrella and her schoolbag aside, she moved towards it and looked down inside. A sigh escaped her lips. \"It's too dark to see in there anyway. What did I expect?\" she mumbled and shook her head at how silly she could be. And just as she turned around, she heard a faint sound and felt the shivers down her back. Looking inside it again, she almost froze at the sight of the light coming from the deepest depth of the well. Alright, now she believed it and she was freaked out. But that didn't stop her from being dragged inside, the force pulling her in unseen but felt on her very skin.\nFor a couple of moments, she felt like she was losing her conscious. Yet, when she opened her eyes again, the bottom of the well seemed to be lighted up. \"What the-\" she whispered, looking up only to see the sky. This was no joke. Something was going on. Weird things. After a little bit of effort and struggle she finally got out, once again being shocked. No shrine there, but a forest. She was sure she wasn't in Tokyo any more by now. Normally, she'd freak out, but this time she wasn't sure whether to be amazed or scared for her life. Did her grandfather tell the truth? Too bad she didn't pay enough attention to his stories before. The curiosity got the better of her as she walked towards nowhere, hoping that she'd see someone who could tell her about where exactly she was. But hell, the forest seemed so scary, knowing that she was alone in a strange place."
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"value": "The leaves above wrestled as the tiny things streaked across the tree tops in a mad dash for blood. Each of the tiny things was no more than a foot high, with a small black tail that ended in a tiny spike, and clawed fingers. Their eyes glowed black with a light that shouldn't be. On each of them, somewhere, sometimes on their necks and other times on different limbs, there was a pair of black marks that stunk of rotten flesh, where dark black veins moved into the rest of their bodies. They moved like apes, and spiders, shooting from branch to branch without any fear of falling. They tried to remain silent at first, but as the blood grew closer, and their chance of freedom from flesh drew near with it, their excitement got the better of them, and they all let out excited chirps and screeches that sounded like birds being attacked by injured cats.\nDespite the need to taste their victim's blood, and the excitement which had all but gotten the better of them, the creatures were still capable of thought, and knew a head on assault would only end in failure. As much as their flesh pained them, they did not wish to discard the mortal shells by destruction. Only the freeing touch would be enough. They broke rank, and moved, so their bodies were circling a particular spot over the thick forest canopy. It took a second, but they were in position to attack, and so they did, because the target knew they were there, and would only continue on if there was even a second's hesitation.\nThe first one to jump was old yellow, who was named so because he was the first to turn, after trying to run. He let out a strangled, crazed scream before he jumped into the leaves, which moved aside for him, and landed with a soft thud on the first floor. Within seconds, the others followed suit, landing likewise till all forty of them were on the floor, grinning like killers at the individual, trapped in their circle. They didn't move right away, enjoying the feel of superior position and numbers far too much to let the moment pass without savoring it, if only for an instant. All their dark eyes glared with smugness at their prey.\nHe was large, but only compared with them. To touch his peak, only six of them would need to stand on each other's shoulder. They weren't worried about his size difference. Forty of the tainted were more than enough to deal with all but the strongest of demons. Even a single could be a threat, if given enough of a surprise advantage. They were a great deal stronger than they looked. His face was pale, and his eyes were gray. They had seen his type before, and knew he wasn't a higher demon, and so wasn't a threat, or even a challenge against their miniature horde. Their grins all widened.\n\"Well?\" He said, taking his hands out of his garments pockets, and showing his palms to them. \"Are you all going to come at me, because I know that's what she wants, or stand there, staring at me like cowards too anxious to follow through?\" He challenged their smiles with one of his own, and motioned them to come. They did, with a scream, and it was the last mistake any of them would ever make.\nThe prey put his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes. Unseen to most of the tainted, and unnoticed by the ones who were in position to see, something began to happen. Along the back of the lower demon there were little bumps, clear which jutted out like stalagmites, started glowing a fain, ominous grayish purple. Just before the things were able to reach him, the prey opened his eyes, and a burst of purple light shot from around him, and turned every tainted into ash. He took a moment to smile at the dust, scattering to the wind before his eyes narrowed, and he turned his nose to the air to sniff. \"She's here.\" He growled, before spinning on his heels, and taking off after the scent.\nThe scent was close, and he was upon her in a matter of brief seconds. Just as she came into view, the lower demon howled with rage, and shot himself in the air, claws outstretched before him. It wasn't till the last second that he caught a look at her face, and a better scent of her, he realized it wasn't who he was searching for, and forced his body to veer off to the right, hitting a nearby tree."
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"value": "Well, for a while it was quiet enough to have her calm down at least to the point where she could think clearer. How was she supposed to get back home, however, she had no idea. Or would it really work to go inside that well once again and that would be enough? Was it possible that it was that simple? Yet, she couldn't understand why this was happening to her. She was sure old William, their butler, would clean the shed once in a while, but he never went through this, did he? Why was she pulled in the well, and why did it have to be her? It didn't make sense. Moreover, she had yet to wonder where exactly she was. There was the same well, the same big tree she had at her shrine, yet... there was no house around, and she was positively that this wasn't her Tokyo anymore. Another dimension, perhaps? She shook her head. That sounded ridiculous. Everything here seemed ridiculous, actually.\nBut what really felt ridiculously scary was when she heard a howl. That's when she actually got scared for real, heartbeat almost ceasing for a couple of moments out of fear, before she turned around to see what was going on. A shriek went past her lips at the one coming forth, losing balance in her attempt to move away and thus landing back on her bottom, face pale. Yep, she was sure she just lost a decade of her life from this scare. Thankfully, this person, or rather creature, backed out right in the last second.\nShe simply had to blink as she was finally at some safe distance from him, now overthinking what just happened and what she just saw. Did she just saw claws? On a person. Also, that leap, the way he moved, it almost felt unreal. No, she wasn't going to believe this. This had to be some sort of bad dream or something. There was no way demons could exist. She was well aware her grandfather was speaking only foolish things. In spite of that, she had doubts that this was a normal human. Unaware that even her breathing was uneven from the scare and the situation she was in, she reluctantly looked towards the one that seemed to attack her earlier. \"W-what do you want?\" she managed to somehow speak, before gulping down and then realizing this wasn't the right question. \"Who are you? Or rather, whatare you anyway?\" she inquired again, moving to slowly stand on her feet again, subtly patting the dust off her school uniform."
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"value": "There was some light curing of within the tree the man had dug his head into, but that ended after the woman asked her question. His form stilled for a moment as he thought over the question. \"Excuse me?\" The voice mumbled into the tree. \"Did I hear you right? Did you just call me a What?\" The demon blinked, pulling his head out of the tree, which had been pressed in by his skull like a hot knife moving into warm butter. \"I'm not a what. That's a bit rude.\" He winced a little at the tenderness of his skull, but figured the pain wouldn't kill him, and forced his face to return to its previous neutrality. \"Didn't you parent ever teach that?\" He shook his head, and little splinters of wood, and some flakes of leaves fell off. The same thing happened with his clothes, but instead of shaking himself, he brushed and patted himself down. \"I mean.\" He looked at his claws, and picked out a small splinter on the right index finger, and another one that was stuck in the lower area of his palm. \"It should have been one of the first things you were taught.\" He shook his head and sighed, turning around to look at the forest, and try to figure out where it was he should go from there.\nHe took a moment to think about the last couple of days events, but none of them gave a hint as to what he would need to do next in order to find the witch. Furthermore, he opened his mouth to complain, but that's when an interesting scent caught his attention. The young looking man stopped. His eyes sprang open like a Jack in the box as something came back to him. He sniffed the air, and turned a firmer look at the woman. The sharp looking ears on either side of his head twitched like a drug addict's hand. \"The question isn't who am I.\" He took a step towards her. \"But who are you, and why do you smell so much like the dark priestess. Are you with her?\" He didn't exactly run to her, but the speed in which he moved made it look that way. He stood over her, trying not to frown, but doing it anyway. \"Wait.\" His head tilted to the side, and he blinked. His eyes moved up and down over her. \"Why are you wearing such odd clothes? You're not from around here, are you?\""
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"value": "Pride and pain\nalkali & sniper\nFor a group of bandits rumored to be the best of the best at what they did, their hideout or lack thereof was disappointing. Alkali had expected to be dragged back kicking and screaming to a base teeming with well-trained fighters, but all she found were drunken barbarians that held weapons they probably didn't know how to use. The stakeout itself was poorly disguised, the area too exposed in the foliage now that they had actually set a permanent refuge there with a fire and everything. It was a wonder the police hadn't found them already.\nHer target for the evening, however, weren't the disgusting pigs that howled and hooted at her as she was yanked to the center of the campsite by a taut rope around her neck. She had her eyes on one person only, whose head was worth a fortune for all the disgrace she was enduring now. Alkali hadn't spotted him yet, but as soon as she was tied to a stake like some dog and rendered vulnerable, he reared his ugly head. The man, a stout thing with hair that covered nearly two thirds of his body, was her target, but he didn't know that. None of these fools did, except her and the Se viper waiting on standby for the perfect opportunity.\nThe leader of the bandits said something, she wasn't sure what it was (nor did she care for his prideful boasting), but it must have tickled his group's funny bones as they howled with laughter. She remained focused and counted the number of armed men in the camp, plus the Pokémon that were out on guard. A Pooched here, a Verona there. Nothing her Se viper couldn't handle.\nShe glared up at her captor when he spoke to her, a growl rumbling in her throat as he dared to tear her top garment with his dagger, revealing a full set of breasts for her onlookers to gawk at.\nHe tore at her sash next, belatedly realizing that the Lowballs he intended to steal were empty. Only when he figured out the possibility that her Pokémon was cloaked in the surrounding darkness too late did she ram her head into his face, yanking out the stake in the ground with brute force and swinging the rope around her target's stubby neck. A good twist and a pull had her strangling him with the leash, her jade eyes searching the vicinity for her Se viper.\nShe had lured their target out, now all they needed to do was sweep up the mess."
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"value": "There was a part of SEV that did not enjoy letting his mistress act as the bait, but she was the boss and she made the rules. However, upon seeing the sorry state of the camp and what few challenges they had set up, those worries turned into confidence. They were weak, with little that provided a challenge or any sense of sport to it all, and for that he felt pity for the first guard he took out. A pooched was sitting on a rock, eyes somewhat lazily overlooking the bushes and trees surrounding the camp. Not being a stranger to surprise attacks, SEV laid low, spear held in one hand till he was ready to strike. As a sniper, what he lacked in sheer durability and defense were more than made up for with speed and strength, not to mention the poison that coated the tip of his spear. His would be opponent only saw the flash of metal, and glint of red eyes against black sclera as the assassin lunged for his prey! They would be opponent was not dead however, as SEV was here to help kill a specific target, not the poor things that had been roped into his service.\nIn the dark it would be hard to make out all of his features, one hand held his spear, the black and red tip sharp as a razors edge, and a limber, athletic frame that was coiled to strike at a moments notice. With merely a set of pants and a shirt and his mistresses weapons against the sash on his waist, he was dressed to evade and move out of the way of his enemies before striking them back, hard. It was not long before he saw the gathered group of bandits, a rather familiar figure silhouetted next to the fire. She was there, and so was he. Alkali wasted no time, watching her force the stake out of the ground and using the ropes that once bound her as a makeshift garrote to finish the man off. SEV lunged, coiled muscles loosened as he vaulted over the crowds with his spear, using the momentum to carry himself over another Mon a rather aggressive and wild looking Venom at, shaggy hair covering much of his face. It was another easy target, a one-two strike with the blunt haft of his spear, then twisting it to skewer him in the shoulder, pulling the blade out as he darted back, seeking to even the odds quickly. Finish it already, ill cut the rope and we can take care of the rest. Speaking in a respectful, though firm manner, he knew she was the one in charge, and his sweeping blade kept would be attackers at bay long enough to let her finish the grim task."
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"value": "She heard SEV much longer before she saw him, but the rest of the bandits fortunately hadn't expected his ambush and scattered like a line of ants without guidance, dispersing in all directions. When her Se viper was close enough, she ripped her dagger from his sash and made a clean cut across her target's throat. She had never hesitated when it came to carrying out a task she had already accepted, not even once to grant her victims a few words or a chance to redeem themselves in the face of death. Alkali was always clean and methodical. \"May your weary bones find eternal rest,\" she mumbled quickly, her trademark words a final prayer of respect for the dead that sunk heavily in her arms.\nAs expected, most of the group had fled in fear after witnessing the heartless murder, but some were still rooted in terror, unable to flee when Alkali met their gaze. \"Leave,\" she ordered, her voice carrying firmly even through the fabric covering the lower half of her face. The few men that realized that she was sparing their lives bolted out of sight, leaving an empty campsite.\nShe lowered the corpse to the ground and retied the tattered sashes to cover her breasts, doing all of this with her wrists still bound together by the rope that had already twisted through her skin. The bandits had lousy craftsmanship, too, leaving just enough wiggle room for her to hold a knife and kill someone with it. She extended her hands out to the Se viper, wanting him to cut through her binds. \"You didn't kill anyone, did you?\" she asked, just to make sure that even accidents shouldn't have happened."
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"value": "Some would call it callous to kill for money, but for Se viper this was his life, and one he accepted. He heard the sounds of the dying man, the wet rasps, the solid thunk to the ground, and there was no reaction, this wouldn't be the first time and it definitely wasn't going to be the last. Simply fanning his spear out, he once again showed expert skill, the edge merely a blur as he readied himself against any incomers. Thankfully cowardice trumped fervor for the men, and most were content to flee in shame, others lingering for just a moment till the order to flee was given from his mistress. Giving a sigh of relief, he then took Alkalis other blade, cutting through the ropes before handing it to her properly. No, I only used a non-lethal poison. They'll be... uncomfortable for a few days. But those I fought will only have lingering wounds, no deaths. I made sure of it. They weren't the targets, they weren't the ones who he was picked out to kill.\nThat's him then? I'll get his head, and we can be done with this. The contract should be relatively easy from here on out. He figured the grisly work of beheading him fell on his shoulders, and he'd use one of the more suitable weapons left behind to do the deed. After that it was just a matter of properly wrapping it, and securing it. I doubt his men are going to be a threat, but we should get going just in case. It's always fascinating to watch you work. A compliment of course, she was the one who tamed him, so seeing her actually kill instead of beating someone, he always enjoyed it."
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"value": "\"Good,\" she was pleased with his work and seldom did she prove that in her lack of enthusiasm, but her praises were genuine, even if they were just a few words at a time.\nShe stepped over the corpse carelessly for a burlap sack she found a few feet away, dumping the belongings that were stored inside on the ground. \"I don't intend to stay in this pigsty,\" she narrowed her eyes in disgust. Alkali tossed the sack to her Se viper for him to do the grisly work of the mission, only since it was fair that they halved the workload. She had never actually allowed SEV to kill anyone on his own, perhaps because she forbade him from staining his hands with the blood of a human being, seldom creatures of his kind poached for trophy value. It was the least she could do for him, to never burden him with the responsibility of taking a life.\nSo, she left him with the clean-up and always had to confirm that he hadn't actually killed anybody in their attempts at sabotage or murder. That was her job, and ultimately her burden to bear.\nWhile he took care of their target, Alkali explored the campsite for any significant items the bandits might have left behind. She rarely stole from others for the sake of greed but if there were useful objects lying around like maps and identification cards, she stole them for convenience. There was nothing of value to loot in the campsite, unfortunately. The whole area reeked of musk and dried meat, and Alkali wanted more than anything to leave after acquiring their target. But... \"Wait,\" she paused, catching a faint rustle in the foliage that alerted her that they weren't alone.\nA Ninjas Cowboy sprung out of the trees overhead and swung at her with its claw-like arms, slashing her across the arm just before she dodged a deadlier attack. Its tamer, one of the bandits that hadn't fled, stepped out. Alkali clutched her bleeding wound and called to her companion.\n\"SEV, Venoshock!\""
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"value": "He smiled hearing the tone of her voice, even when she used her veritably neutral expressions and voice it was easy to tell when he had done well and when he had not. I'm glad. He was more emotive of course, resting against his spear for a moment before wiping the blood off his blade, using the corpse of the man they had killed. There was little shame in ridding himself of something so foul, and while she didn't allow him to kill normally he was no stranger to it, having witnessed it under her tutelage many times. He was also born wild, a predator. That meant he had already taken prey himself, though he understood prey and actual, calculated killing were different as he was no idiot. Yet, she never allowed him to take a life, and he never understood why.\nThe cleanup was simple however, and as they finished their grim task, he had the head within a bag, it would not smell that fresh when they got it to the client, but... But, it would not be a massive issue. Dead was dead, it couldn't get simpler than that. These bandits were obviously transient beings, little in the way of stored riches and valuables, the few poke boys and even girls that they kept fled the moment things were in disarray, and even their supplies were old, food stale or some even rotted. Clearly they were a threat if allowed to grow, but they had been neutered before such was a problem. SEV was ready to leave, the sack hoisted over his shoulder as he approached. I think were done here, Alkali. We should move be- his tone was friendly, but the moment the rustling started, his coiled body was prepared, dodging at the same time his mistress did. The ninjas was a frail, slender thing more limber and shorter than SEV, his hair covering a mostly bandage wrapped face, vicious and almost inset like claws raking at the end of its human hands. Shit having let his guard down for a moment, it almost led to the injury of his mistress! She gave an order however, and he lunged, prepared to follow through. Wisps of violet vapor coalesced in his right hand as he held his spear in the left, the orb growing until it was a noxious, uncontrolled ball of virulent, near liquid poison! Throwing it, it all but lobbed at the ninjas above, unerring with its accuracy. He'd follow it with a lunge, his coiled body springing forward, spear first to skewer his opponent!"
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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 minigames. 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 neutral 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 where 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 surrounding sounds, 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 Miss 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 dying 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 Miss. 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, Miss 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.\nHitachi, he was the perfect prodigy to use. A selfish businessman 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 Hitachi 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 have considered letting him live. He, yeah right, if he did that then Hitachi would still be the owner of his death Note, and he couldn't have that. The notebook 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, It's 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 Yuzuki?\" He asked in a more upbeat tone 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 lifestyle 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 handcuffed 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 Salami 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 is 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. Let's see if he gave L his opinion would be actually used 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 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 aback by those words. \"Well I suppose that would work, but Yuzuki 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. Furthermore, he now felt a very ominous aura coming from him, something wasn't right. \"What are you getting at Yuzuki?..\" He asked looking into the eyes of the other with a feeling of uncertainty."
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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 it's 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 Salami. 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 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 liked 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. Furthermore, he grabbed the unconscious male from his vehicle, his arms bound behind him and him half naked. Furthermore, 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 Gonna.\" The Driver stated, waving a hand and walking off.\nSir Gonna 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 than that-\" \"I know, I pay for. Do you think I don't have the money?\" Sir Gonna 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 Salami. Sir Gonna stopped and looked into 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 Gonna smirked and got closer. \"What's your name, boy?\" Sir Gonna asked, looking at the male.\nSir Gonna 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. Furthermore, 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. Furthermore, 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 things 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 Gonna said in a slightly brute tone. The Slave Driver kicked the cage with his boot. \"Aye! The man is addressing you Slave! Show 'I'm some respect!\" He yelled, half spitting it.\nSir Gonna 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 shithole while I examine some more prospective slaves!\" Sir Gonna 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 is 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 taller 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. Furthermore, he had the idea to see if this one would attempt to run. Furthermore, he knew the guards would catch him before he got out, so he wouldn't do anything."
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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 than 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": "@BreezinBy\nXxxix\n\"What's wrong, you guys? Don'tCIA recognize me?\" Everyone looked so well! (Especially Rossi. It was good to see him up and about!) Also... Shorter? Hm. Something for later. The rain's tapping on his umbrella slowed, and he grinned. \"Ah, neat, the rain's stopped!\" He closed it with a smile and stepped towards his friends, a spring in his step. Behind the group, the Tenkaichi Buddha arena stood tall under the cloudy sky, beckoning him. He'd finally get to show everyone how strong he'd got! Still, it was odd for his friends not to recognize him... He raised a puzzled eyebrow, before a grin broke out across his face. \"Ah, It's 'cause of this, right?\" He pointed up to the turban Kami had made for him. He'd known that'd be a problem! Furthermore, he set about removing it, chuckling sheepishly and sighing in some relief as his untamed hair sprung back into place.\n\"See? No one else has hair like this!\" He laughed at their reactions, taking a moment to get used to his friends' faces again. Blue Launch was out at the moment, (what a relief!), and it looked as though she was still staying at Game house from how close she was standing to Master Rossi (who was sputtering, wide-eyed. Odd!), and Oblong was in a suit! (What a laugh!) \"I guess I must've changed a lot, huh?\" He looked to Burma next, and his smile widened for a moment. She seemed just as surprised as the others, and her lips were red, (was she sick?), but he was happy to see his first friend, all the same! A thought crossed his mind for the second time. He frowned, addressing the group again.\n\"Say, did you guys shrink? I remember you bein' a lot bigger!\""
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"value": "Bulman eyes went wide the moment that he revealed his hair. Thatwas Roku? The Son Roku that she had gone on countless adventures with, the Son Roku that had fought in two tournaments beforehand, the Son Roku that had killed Piccolo only two years ago? That Son Roku? She couldn't believe it, though by all accounts it was true. That dopey smile and the childlike innocence in his voice that had almost never changed in the years since, that stupid, charming country tone to his voice. And the hair, which she knew that no one else would wear their hair like that. Any attempts to keep it up in the rain would cause it to drop if it was hair gel or anything else keeping up that crazy hair. So, by all accounts, that had to be Roku. And that was hard to believe for the accomplished inventor.\nFirst, what gaveGoku of all the people any right to be that hot? Second of all, how did he grow so tall in only the span of a couple of years? She knew he had been training with...someone at that time, who was somewhat confusing for her, a bit out of her depth there. She definitely had seen the fruits of their labor, Roku had turned into a muscular man, even clear with the clothes he was wearing. And yet, all throughout this all she could think about what was the fact she was standing there with her mouth agape in front of Roku. It's really you, only Roku would say something so stupid. You grew, silly! You're taller! Furthermore, you used to be so...small. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Now you're\nBurma figured it would be best to leave the rest to implication, knowing Roku would never pick up on it. That's when she decided to act and do something that even surprised her. She ran over and gave the muscular man a hug. She wrapped her arms around him, even in the rain and held him tight. Her heart was racing a bit, it might have just been the excitement of seeing a friend, however. But as she peered over his shoulder she did notice something. His tail was gone.\nHuh.? What happened to your tail? I know it's been cut off a few times but doesn't it usually...grow back?"
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"value": "\"Now I'm what?\" Roku grinned sheepishly as he scratched his head. He didn't quite understand what Burma was getting at, but appreciated the implied compliment anyway. \"Did I really-\"\nHe was cut off as his older friend embraced him, and he gladly returned it, catching her easily and laughing as he picked her up for a moment in excitement. (Rossi gave him look, which he met with a toothy smile).\n\"I guess I really did get taller! Couldn't have picked you up like this before I left to train!\" He took a moment to enjoy the contact, marvelling at how small she seemed.' Hugs are nice,' he thought to himself.\n\"Oh, my tail?\" He stepped back for a second, glancing over his shoulder. \"Yeah, God took it away for good!\" He grinned widely, before faltering. \"Said somethin' about wanting the moon back. Still don't know what he meant...\" He shook his head. \"Ah well, I'm used to it!\" As if to prove his point, he jumped up in the air, landing on one hand in a show of balance before righting himself. \"See? Better than ever!\" Another carefree laugh bubbled from his throat. This was just like old times!\n\"Well, Me and Launch'll leave you youngsters to it.\" The moment was interrupted by Master Rossi, who had an oddly thoughtful smile on his face. \"This rain's no good for my old bones.\" He slapped Roku on the back and turned to leave, resting his hand just little too low on the Brunette's back as they walked away. \"I'll save you a good seat, Burma. Say hello to the others for me when they arrive!\"\n\"It was lovely seeing you, Roku!\" Launch cast a look back at him as she walked towards the entrance, smiling, and he threw her a cheerful wave. A moment later, as they passed the gate, the pair heard a loud sneeze, followed by confused, angry shouting, and Roku broke out into more laughter.\nHe soon quieted though, addressing his first friend with slight concern.\n\"Say, Burma, are you ok? I noticed your lips are all red, an' your heart's going like a rabbit!\""
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"value": "Burma listened to his explanation for everything and giggled, shaking her head. Yup, nothing had changed at all, he was still an idiot. A charming one, one that might be pretty smart in a fight but in day to day interactions, he was not the sharpest tool in the shed. And yet that didn't matter. Sure, it was a bit odd being in the rain with Roku there, it wasn't something shed do every day. Probably never again in her case, she was practically soaked in this instance. She pulled back from the hug, she laughed once more at Goals question. The blue-haired scientist smiled as she spoke. I guess it makes sense you've never heard of lipstick before, huh? Well, its lipstick, It's something that women wear to look better.\nShe found herself blushing at the heart comment. Of course, her heart was beating so fast, it was something she couldn't control. She had to think of a lie, not hard considering that she was lying took. It wasn't like he'd notice she was lying, would he? Why would it matter if she was? He wouldn't care if she lied, right? Right? Yeah, that's what she would do, shed lie to the fighter. She nodded to herself before looking up to her friend with a smile once more. W-well, it was just...just a bit of a shock to see you here. I'm still recovering from that. Good job, Burma, that wasn't completely a lie."
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"value": "Roku frowned, giving a quiet, confused hum.\n\"That... don't make too much sense if ya' ask me! Do women look better when they're feeling sick? Huh!\" He laughed softly, shaking off his confusion. There were some things about girls he didn't think he'd ever understand! And besides, Burma was laughing and smiling as well, so she must be fine! She was loads smarter than him after all. He nodded to himself, satisfied with his reasoning.\nEven still, her hear twas going much faster than usual. In fact, it'd picked up as soon as he'd asked! \"Well, if you say so, Burma. I ain't convinced though!\" Almost as though in response, a strange smell drifted through the still-slowing rain. It was coming from... Burma! \"Say, you even smell funny! You sure you're okay?\" Following his nose, he leaned over her, sniffing at the air. It was definitely coming from her! He moved towards the crick of her neck, breath ghosting over her skin, but it wasn't strongest there, either. It was... lower? Yes!\nHe least right down to Burma's level, nose brushing the fabric over her dress, just above her breasts, before pulling away suddenly as a realization struck him.\n\"Ah! It's that... Purr-fume thing you used to wear when were kids, right?\" He laughed happily, rubbing his head. \"Man, you girls sure are odd!\" He paused, however, upon opening his eyes again. \"Umm, you've gone kinda red, Burma!\" He exclaimed, worried. \"What's wrong?\""
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"value": "Burma let out a shriek, though thankfully not too loud as Roku went over her breasts before realizing just as fast that Roku was too innocent to get anything like that. Sexual attraction was almost alien to the martial artist, at least when she had last known him. She didn't expect much had changed in the years between their last meeting, especially since Roku almost sounded exactly the same minus some sounds of aging. She still was upset and had to be clear that wasn't right to do, especially in public. Furthermore, she blushed and pushed Roku back. Or at least attempted to but his solid form was hard to do so.\nYou can't go and do that, Roku! If it wasn't me you could have gotten into a lot of trouble! The blue-haired woman chided her friend. Not that anyone could actually hurt you\nShe sighed to herself before laughing, realizing that any criticism of him might be in vain. Some things never changed. Well, it wasn't helped by you looking at...well, these. Burma said, gesturing her hands around her breasts. Again, if this was anyone else she might have just slapped him, but she knew Son Roku was...not the smartest. Even in social context...ESPECIALLY in a social context.\nWell, its just something that happens when you're embarrassed. Burma said, trying to remove any possibility of it being her having feelings for him. But her heart told her to say more. And she felt inclined to agree with it, so at the end of the sentence she decided to add on. And if you're with someone you...someone youlike."
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"value": "Roku jumped slightly as his friend screamed, and he almost panicked. What was wrong?! For a moment, his eyes scanned the area for a sign that Mute Rossi had hung around. In his distraction, he barely noticed as Burma attempted to push him away.\n\"Huh?!\" He was somewhat dumbfounded. All he'd done was sniff her! He used to do it all the time back in the day, for one reason or another! His confusion didn't stop him from taking a hasty step back, his hands open in front of him in a placating gesture. He had no trouble hearing her mutter about his strength, however, and Burma's slightly joking tone settled him some. He puffed up slightly, smiling. \"Yep! I'm super strong now, don't you worry!\"\nHe listened carefully as she gave him a brief explanation of his mistake, and it only took a moment for him to catch on.' Right! I remember she used to get snappy when I did that sorta thing.' He gave a sheepish chuckle.\n\"He, sorry 'bout that Burma! I guess being cooped up on the lookout's made me a LI'l rusty with this sorta stuff.\" He messed his hair up slightly, hoping all was forgiven. He'd make sure not to do it again in future! (Although, if he were entirely honest with himself, Burma smelled loads better than he remembered. Maybe now and again it wouldn't hurt?) He peered at her, careful not to lean over too far. \"Y'know, I think they're bigger than I remember!\" He gave a short clipped \"he\", and smiled at his little joke.\n\"Ah, so you're embarrassed! I gotcha now! I think...\" He moved to clap his oldest friend on the back, grinning. \"Ya don't need to be worried about me! I don't get that sorta stuff anyway.\" A moment later, his smile grew wider, and he felt himself puff up again. \"Aww, thanks Burma! I like you just fine too!\" He hadn't noticed his own heart speed up, but maybe it was just a girl thing."
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"value": "Eye Khorana\nIt was October 10, 200 AC. Over the past four years or so, the use of Gun dams had briefly declined. The five pilots who had been well-known and famous during that time had blown up their mobile suits and given up being a pilot. It was a rather honorable act, one that many - even from OZ - admired. For a while, it seemed like peace had finally taken over and there would never be a point to needing such devices again.\nAlas, that theory got proven wrong two years ago. OZ began to rule over the nations with an iron fist. Where the sudden thirst for power came from was beyond anyone's guess. But in the end, few cared to hear a proper explanation. Many began to act out. This included seventeen-year-old Eye Khorana, who had built her Gun dam - the Dates - in secret the second everything began to go to hell.\nHer head shook in disbelief as she began getting dressed for school. On the surface, Eye was known as little more than the 'oddball' among the students. She kept to herself and never really spoke to anyone. Despite her punk-like attitude, however, Eye was actually really smart. In fact, she did really well in all of her classes. After slipping the uniform upon her body, Eye began to walk to Saint Gabriel Institute.\nAs the name hinted, Saint Gabriel was a very strict but rewarding academy. Many deemed it to be a college-preparatory school. Even though it wasn't officially classified as such, many people had a similar train of thought like Eye.\nWhen she wasn't in school, however, she was sticking to her true fortes; hacking computer databases to find out names of members within OZ. She would then track them down, be it on the ground or in the sky, and assassinate them. It was definitely a harsh and desperate measure, yes. But OZ had gone too far in her mind and eyes. They were forcing Marshall law everywhere to ridiculously strict degrees, including a curfew. Hell had all but emerged everywhere.\nAnd now that the former pilots had no way to help out, someone had to. That was where Eye came in. She knew it was the very wrong way to go about it. But ... this clearly wasn't just going to halt all by itself either. So, she had taken the initiative. A strict one, yeah. But it seemed necessary all the same.\nUnfortunately, all of that had to wait until after school. Luckily, the walk wasn't long which was fine by her. It just meant she could sneak by any rogue officers out and about. Eye had heard quite a few rumors that many were bold enough to sneak feels on girls sometimes. Some had even gone so far as to actually rape them. The thought and image made her genuinely sick, knowing these bastards could get away with abusing their power and not be punished.\nSoon, Saint Gabriel arrived in sight. Her feet began navigating her way towards her homeroom class. As she slid the door open, many of the students who had already been there stopped talking, looked at her, then went back to what they'd been doing. Eye was able to mentally dismiss this; it was an annoying routine, yes. But she had gotten used to it by now.\nWithout a word, she sat down in her seat and began to pull out the assignment which had been completed last night and was due today. After a quick scan, her eyes noted the teacher hadn't arrived yet. Good. It meant she had some time to kill.\nHer arms rested upon her desk as she lied her head upon them, gently closing her mixed eyes. The left orb was crimson while the was a shade of blue-green. That had definitely been one reason she assumed many people gave her the odd looks. Although if Eye had to guess, the left likely got more heads to tilt and eyebrows to raise.\nWhatever. Let them think what they will ...\nHer body began to relax as her eyes stayed shut, her ears remaining alert to listen for the sound of the sensei speaking and announcing they were in the room and ready to begin the class."
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"value": "Satoshi Gerard\nSatoshi let out a yawn as he walked down the halls of Saint Gabriel's. It had been another long night for him, gathering information and doing maintenance checks on his Gun dam, Avalon. Now, he was just hoping to make it through lecture without passing out. He took a sip from his coffee mug, feeling the rush of caffeine in his system to help wake him up as he neared the door to his classroom.\nSatoshi Gerard's double life began two years ago, when OZ began to oppress the people once again. At the start, Satoshi was content to remain out of it and live his peaceful life in England. A few of friends approached him with a proposition, however. A friend of his had discovered a large stockpile of Uranium, and he suggested they build their own Gun dams and become mercenaries. Satoshi found the idea exciting and with the help of his father's production line, him and his five friends soon had a Gun dam each.\nTowards the beginning of the new uprising, they garnered much fame and attention. As the only group with a collection of Gun dams, they quickly became famous on and off the battlefield. However, because they worked for the highest bidder, they often switched sides and were often despised, being called dogs of war who profited on suffering. Running with that theme, Satoshi suggested they name their group, Henri, and it soon stuck.\nHenri had since worked for both OZ and the rebels a number of times. Neither side tried to take them out because they could easily become a powerful asset if they could simply find the funds to pay for them. Recent, Henri had been contracted out to aid the rebellion, but Satoshi could feel the winds of change blowing.\nSatoshi was thankful that, for the most part, the identities of the members of Henri had remained a secret. He didn't like the idea of being a celebrity in school and constantly being molested with questions of war and combat. He had a quiet and relatively peaceful school life, compared to his mere life. Furthermore, he had a number of good friends and when he wasn't on duty, he managed to find time for clubs and hanging out.\nAs he walked into the classroom, he greeted a few people and soon sat next to Eye. She knew of his work, and he knew of hers. After all, he had been her partner on a few operations the past month. As such, he liked to thing they were on somewhat good terms at least.\n\"Morning, Eye. Tired again this morning, as always?\" The mixed heritage man spoke with nearly a perfect Japanese accent as he took a sip of his black coffee and offered her a sip. He knew she was up late hacking or doing some kind of work to get at OZ. He had never anyway hate OZ nearly as much as her."
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"value": "Eye Khorana\nHer ears caught noise. It didn't belong to the teacher, but it was perhaps the next best thing. The source came from one of her classmates, Satoshi. He was one of the few civil people in this damn school. In fact, he was one of the few people who actually talked to her and treated her like an actual person. And that had definitely helped him get onverygood terms with her. Most other guys tried to make fun of her, some had been foolish enough to try to grope or touch her. It was a common mistake that tons of men assumed she was a loose slut due to her outfit. But nope, that was the last thing she was. If anything, she hated the dress code because of the hell it gave her and the other girls.\nA small smirk crossed her face as she lifted her head up off of her arms, stretching out a bit. \"Hmm mm ... Satoshi. You should know it's difficult tootle exhausted. Morning.\" she replied. Her gaze switched to the cup of coffee. Usually, Eye preferred some sort of soda. But for the time being, it would work. Bowing her head in appreciation, she carefully took the mug, downing a bit and carefully swallowing the hot liquid.\n\"So ... things going as smoothly as they can?\" Eye inquired, handing the cup back to him when she was finished.\nIt hadn't just been that OZ had decided to be rash and stupid. Even before that, they had been a royal pain in Eye's life. Her parents had been some of the ambassadors who had been caught in the massacre of 182 AC. And what had OZ, let alone the government, done to stop this? Not a damn thing. Ever since she had found out her parents had been linked to that tragedyandthat OZ had tried to keep this hidden away from her for years, Eye's view on them drastically changed.\nShe used to support them. Truly, she did. But once the massacre happened ... no. They fucked up too badly in Eye's mind and eyes. And now, they stepped over a line by returning and forcing their power upon the nations. All Eye was doing - again, in her opinion - was fixing up what needed to be altered. OZ needed to be gone. Since they wouldn't voluntarily leave, she was merely making them.\nSo what if it came in the form of murder? Far worse crimes had been going on since they came back two years ago. The world was just so ... fucked up. There was no real kind way to word it.\n\"Ugh. Wish sensei would stop being late all the damn time ...\" Eye murmured, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice."
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"value": "Satoshi Gerard\nSatoshi gratefully accepted his coffee back as he took a sip of it. The bitterness mixed perfectly with the heat of the liquid. Satoshi was a coffee aficionado. He loved all things coffee and loved grinding and brewing his own pot in the morning. Still, as she talked, Satoshi couldn't help but smile at his girlfriend.\nThey had decided to date not long ago, the bonds of battle bringing them close together. He really liked her, she was so straight-forward, intelligent, independent and beautiful. \"I know it is, staying up as late as you do. Things went well for me, systems are up and running and ready for another operation.\" Satoshi chuckled as he cupped Eye's cheek gently and smiled at her.\n\"I need something more than coffee to wake me up now though...\" He lowered the volume of his voice as he slowly leaned in and planted his lips against Eye's, kissing her firmly. His hand stroked her cheek as he kissed her lovingly for a few moments before pulling back with a large smile. Afterward, he stood up from his desk and reached his hand out for his girlfriend's\n\"Come on... Sensei is going to be super late, and it's a boring English lesson today anyway, lets skip. I'm a better English teacher then him.\" He gave he a wink as he tugged on her hand gently. Satoshi normally didn't skip, but he really didn't want to be at school today, he'd rather be hanging out with Eye."
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"value": "Eye Khorana\nThey kept their relationship mostly discreet among the school, of course. Her mind went back to how she had even agreed to go out with him in the first place. A small smile crossed her face as she remembered they had made the arrangement after one of the first times they paired up together. Thinking back, she probably had said yes for a few reasons. Satoshi really did treat her much more like an actual person compared to other people, for one. He definitely never tried to sneak gropes like other idiots she had met before. And finally . Their lifestyles actually matched well enough. Both had double lives and were more than just mere students. If she had wound up choosing to go with someone, it seemed logical to be with someone who knew and understood her line of work. It felt . Wrong to drag a civilian into not only her romantic life but place them at risk. Any other person would be deemed a target for associating with her. And more likely than not, OZ would seek to have them killed.\nBut with Satoshi, that fear was practically nonexistent.\n\". Yeah. I have to. Hacking takes time. Admittedly, however, OZ has gotten pretty shitty in maintaining their security.\" A smirk crossed her face as her cheeks turned slightly red from the physical contact. \"Oh? What happened to being discreet?\" she inquired softly, not wanting anyone else to hear. It was bad enough the students who had arrived earlier were seeing this. No sense in letting them know more that wasn't part of their concern.\nHer cheeks darkened even further as the kiss was initiated. Even still, she leaned into it, moaning softly, so only Satoshi could hear it. Her head moved up and down against his cheek gently as she nuzzled it. Only when he got up from his chair did she find her face away from his hand. A concerned look almost instantly crossed her face upon hearing his offer.\n\"... We both have reputations to keep up. Furthermore, what about all the martial law outside? I ....\" A small sigh left Eye's lips before she finally stood up and took his hand. \"Tell you what. Since this isyouridea, you are in charge of where we go and everything else. Fair?\""
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"value": "If there was one thing that had to be learned to be a thief in Thetas, it was that all the good stuff was in Orgies. Orgies, the land of masks and finery and lovely jewels. Of course, to a Marcher like Callum Forsten, it was a land with a lot of intricacies and social structure. It was impossible to get a party to the right party in Orgies, unless you knew someone, or had played the Game right.\nThankfully, for Callum, he had made the right friends. His time in Kirk wall had got him into the good graces of several movers and shakers, to which he had received references. One had led him to Orgies, where the steal of the lifetime had appeared. The Stars, a set of jewels that shone like their namesake, had been acquired by the Marquis de Montebou, a high-ranking noble in the Orgies court. He was set to show them off at his fall exhibition, a grand affair at his estate in the northern mountains.\nThe invitation was secured, but unfortunately, Callum needed an in if he was going to successfully navigate the Artesian Game. One had been presented to himself, a connection that his employer had made. He hadn't been clued into the identity of this connection, but he was to travel to the estate of the Marquis, The Fingers of Gold with said contact.\nA little snort escaped him, which he made sure to stifle. The open-air café hooks staying in was for the most part empty, but an older Artesian couple looked at him with sideways glances. Callum took a sip of his wine, finding himself wishing for something with a little more quick. He wondered, absently, if some Antivan brandy might be acquired before he left to spare him the journey. He wasn't sure what cover he would have to endure to gain access to the exhibition, but with the way things had gone in the business of late, he was going to end up as the arm candy of an elderly noblewoman.\nCallum thought he could have done better than that. For someone born a gutter rat in Lowdown, he didn't look it. His mother had been a thief, and she had taught him all the ways to read a man and con him. Before he had even left the Marches, he had begun to cultivate the image he would wear. His dark hair had been cut short of its usual shoulder-length, just long enough now to lazily tussle. He had warm eyes like sunstones, with intelligence and mirth playing in his gaze. He would never pass for the Artesian nobility with stocky shoulders that narrowed down to a slim waist, his loose shirt hiding a muscular frame that was used to climbing and acrobatics. It wasn't a look for pampered nobles.\nHe enjoyed the afternoon sun, finishing off his meal and wine, waiting for his contact. His contact would supposedly know who he was, and would know his name. So, with a lazy expression, the Cat of Kirk wall waited."
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"value": "Clack, clack, clack, clack the sound reverberated amongst the sun warmed stones. Summer in Orleans was certainly a beautiful time. Of course, fall was less stifling when one had to dress appropriately. Appropriate being a cinched corset, layers of silks and Semite. Heavy skirts and thick blouses. The elderly couple raised their heads to the approaching sound. At first, it was a strange, glittering creature. As it approached their mouths opened unbecomingly. This was no monster of the valley nor creature of the fade but a woman. A mane of wildly curling red hair flowed down to her waist, heedless of Artesian hairstyling. Her skin was pearlescent, accentuated by the mask that covered half of her face. Many masks were fairly plain, yet this one seemed to shimmer somewhere between green and blue. The shape of it was smaller, allowing her nose to be seen, and was vaguely reminiscent of a butterfly. The woman's green eyes shine brightly through the mask. Her gown was the color of ice, the hem of her skirt painstakingly embroidered to appear frosted while her corset was a blaze of red with tone on tone flames embroidered in. In her hand she carried her staff, letting the haft strike the stone with every right step. At the crest of the staff two dragons twirled with one another until their noses touched; one dragon of purple the other green.\nDespite the auspiciousness of the woman's attire a pair of long, pointed, and multiply pierced ears jutted from the side of her head. Though the mask covered half her face it appeared the woman did not bear the facial markings usual to her people. She walked with a slow, purposeful stride towards the café, as though she had all the time in the world. A man stood at the entrance to the small and his back straightened a little. \"Tea, if you please, not too hot,\" she said with that well practiced nonchalance. The man was below her, barely worth even those few words. She turned and without hesitating moment walked to Callum's table. She stopped beside the chair across from him.\nCharged silence followed as she gazed at the man. This Cat of Kirk wall she had heard so much about. Her eyes have nothing away and her face even less. She turned her head towards the building just as a woman came scurrying out with a tray laden with cup, saucer, a steaming tea pot and small crock of honey. The tray was set down on the table. The Mage woman nodded to the serving woman as she took her seat. With a bow the serving woman scurried away. She said nothing as she poured out her tea and added a fair helping of honey. Her eyes drifted back to Callum's as she stirred her tea. Everything she did seemed methodical and deliberate, as if even every blink of her eyes she consciously controlled.\n\"Callum, I presume,\" she finally said in a soft voice. Despite her quiet volume her tone spoke like a clangor of Chantey bells. He, too, was beneath her. She raised the cup to her dark ruby lips and took a bit. \"I am appointed court Mage of her most royal of majesties Queen Celeste of Orgies. You may call me Kira, as I understand we shall be working together.\" She took another sip of her tea as she continued to study Callum as though studying an ancient tome containing a myriad of secrets. Yet the small raise of her lip suggested she was not all together pleased.\n\"You come from the marches, yes? Kirk wall, how very fascinating. I have not yet had the fortune to see the Marches for myself. A spectacular history there. I had the very good fortune to meet the Inquisitor some time ago, of course that was several years ago. It seems the Maker plays his hand in the most surprising of place. Were you by chance there when the circle fell? The knight commander going mad with red lyrics. How very interesting it would have been to see.\" It seemed the woman had no wish to yet discuss their business arrangement. Though by the way she kept her staff across her knees and the constant flit of her eyes in many directions she thought she had good cause."
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"value": "Callum was very sure, despite himself, that he had never viewed a mage who made such a composed, rote, and obnoxiously Artesian entrance before in his life. While the mirth did play across his lips as he looked at her, in all her finery and elegance, he thought it is an interesting contradiction. Callum had grown up near the alienate in Kirk wall, where he had more than his share of elves to last himself quite some time. With a natural agility all their own, his greatest competition on the roofs of Kirk walls High town were elfin in origin.\nCallum found himself wishing again for something stronger. Andres tits, it wasn't some elderly Comes, it was the Court Mage herself. Berger had set him with the Court Mage as his in for the exhibition? He mused that somewhere, the Maker was laughing his sweaty fat ass off. He gestured to the server for some more wine, knowing he would just have to satisfy himself with some of the Artesian fare.\nFurthermore, he watched her, and how in her estimation for the moment, he was found lacking. Furthermore, he knew the face from countless encounters. Furthermore, he didn't mind it. Callum hardly struck someone as a master thief. He started his own evaluation of Kira, noting her staff and the craftsmanship. Harlan staves were always much more solid, utilitarian, while Marcher fare generally had a combative lean. He didn't know what else to think, not yet. The fare she was wearing was, like most of Artesian, concealing. One didn't judge a scroll by the parchment it was written on.\nWhen she asked about Kirk wall and the incident of the Circle and the apostate Anders, he frowned. Unfortunately, I was in Kirk wall when that particular disaster struck. I was mostly just trying to survive, so I admit that I can't give you much on how it was. I made my way to Stark haven and took up residence there for the last few years while things cooled down. Truth be told, he had stayed in Kirk wall for a few days, at least long enough to take advantage of the chaos and get some looting done before hightailing it out.\nCallum focused back on the matter at hand once his cup of wine was refreshed. So, Messier Kira, I do wish to get to know my traveling companion. He said, and he took a sip of his wine. After all, we are going to be traveling up to the Fingers together, and I would rather us not be complete strangers. His face was genial, relaxed. He kept his voice low to discourage any unwelcome listeners. After all, a Free Marcher showing up as a Court Mage's escort will be rather intriguing. He noted. Our history will have to be decently established."
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"value": "Kira listened politely as he spoke, however briefly, of the events that besieged Kirk wall. She passively sipped her tea as he gave his small account. Her lips turned down just a little when he had little more to tell. \"Well, it is for the better. I've heard several accounts, chiefly from mages and Templar's, so you can imagine the stories are, shall we say, skewed.\" With a small sigh she set down her empty cup. \"A shame really...though relations between mages, Templar's and even the Chantey have been rife with troubles those events cost us dearly. Though with our new Most Holy perhaps things will finally look up.\" As she spoke she poured more tea from the pot and added another overflowing spoon of honey to her cup. Her eyes remained on her saucer for a time. Her mask twitched downward as she frowned in thought.\n\"Yes...a story. I have tried to think of something, anything that might explain you away. Sadly I have never been very creative nor imaginative. It is why I do not fare so well in the fade. Nearly killed at my own harrowing. Praise Andante a Templar found kindness in him and stayed his blade. It takes imagination, you know, to venture far into the fade.\" She gave a rueful smile as she sipped her tea. \"But I digress. Celeste is aware of my departure, and we shall reunite at the exhibition, she does love spectacular jewels.\" Her mouth quelled up as if amused. It was not too well know of Celeste's digressions, yet somehow it seemed every knew anyway.\nTea finished Kira rose to her feet in her languid fashion. She reached into a pocket of her skirts and withdrew some coin, enough to pay for her tea and his wine. \"Now I must see a man about a horse. I have not ridden in quite some time and am eager to do so. We will be more unobtrusive if traveling as such. Meet me at the inn when you are ready to depart.\" She stepped her right foot back and curtsied elegantly before turning on her heel. Her elegant staff tapped on every right foot as she strolled away.\nThere was but one inn just outside the town that had a stable. All was prepared. A tall, lean gelding of ash gray was tethered to a post. His saddle was simple with saddlebags hanging off the side and a bag tied behind the castle. Beside the gelding stood a magnificent creature. Its coat was as brown and glossy as a chestnut with streaks of black running from neck to rump in to particular pattern. The beast stood with its head high, thick neck supporting a rack of antlers nearly four feet at the widest point. The Halley bore no saddle but had packs like saddlebags draped across his flank and a bag much like the gelding. Kira stepped from the inn her staff still in hand. She wore nearly the same garments save for her skirts. Rather than the ostentatiously designed frosted skirts she wore a simple, right pair of black riding breeches. Boots of perfectly polished Buffalo calf skin, dyed black to match her breeches. She walked up to the Halley and the beast lowered his head so she could gently stroke his muzzle. Clearly the woman didn't quite grasp the word unobtrusive."
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"value": "Bella Thorne fought the urge to fidget as she knelt on the relatively plush carpet. The well-lit hotel room in which she knelt at least looked halfway acceptable. It would have had to be, to fit in with her assigned role. The pretty teenager lifted a slightly nervous hand, pristine nails just flicking aside strawberry blonde hair. The long, loose curls at least kept it clear from her expertly painted face, especially the plump pink lips that glistened in the light. They'd spent almost half an hour on those lips alone, layering expensive lipstick and gloss on them till they seemed almost fake, as if someone had attached a blow-up doll's lips onto the gorgeous actress's face. The same care had gone into primping the girl's lean body: powder on the breasts just so, dress hung with plunging neckline. Hell, Bella had worked her way through something like six pairs of underwear before the Gooey La Bruna thong vivisected her plump white cheeks. The panties alone would have fed a family of four for a few months, let alone the dress and makeup.\nBut Bella had argued, insisted, and when she did that, she won. Sometimes she had to purse those lips and wink or tease or wiggle fingers, but she always won. Every man she'd ever met had stared at her body, at the beautiful, innocent face, at the ripe breasts, at the softly rounded ass, and felt a stirring in his loins. Probably most of the women felt the same way. Bella used it, abused it, and got what she wanted.\nBut she'd been stuck in teenybopper roles for something like years now. Even her more recent roles had pretty well pigeonholed her as the precious little teenager. So she'd insisted that her agent find her something real, something with substance, something that would put her on the serious film map. It was that, or she'd fire him and find someone who can.\nWhich is how Bella found herself in the starring role of Rich Little Escort. The role had been just amazing, and at times Bella almost felt as if she were her character. It probably helped that the girl had decided to use Bella Luna as her \"stage name.\" A beautiful socialite needing charge in her life opts to become a high-end escort for expert clientele, only to find herself wrapped up in the world of debauchery and sexual commerce. Edgy, real, and it paired Bella with some of the best names in the business.\nAll of which led to a pretty girl kneeling in a room, waiting patiently while they got ready for the sex scenes. Supposedly they were going to use doubles for the actual action, which would be entirely real, no simulation, but they needed her first reactions for up-close shots and a few initials. Bella was already bored, and pretty well assured that she'd just be pulling out some poor old guy's tiny little Willie, jerking it a few times and pretending that it was the best thing in the world. Thousands if not millions in the bank, and awards shows already clamoring for her name.\n\"Where's the male talent already?\" she demanded, twisting to look, knowing that he'd been in another room. The real talent, the one she'd wanted to work with, had gone in a door, and the \"sex talent\" would soon come out and insist that Bella draw him out for the initial blowjob. The actress sighed again, fidgeting and pulling at the dress, ready to lash into the entire crew for the simply intolerable lack of professionalism."
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"value": "Frank Wagner was very satisfied with the particular arrangement that brought him to this particular set today. He was used to movie set and shooting sex scene just not this expensive. Frank was a fairly well known porn star, director known for porn that was both sensual, exciting but also depraved. He also had a fairly lucrative side business of satisfying well off bitches in heat. But he had never played with someone of her caliber before, and he was looking forward to it.\nBella Thorne was just the right girl for a Frank treatment. He had created a niche of production focusing on breaking the boundaries of a performer and making videos of exquisite pleasure and satisfaction. Frank's latest movie was of a highly popular lesbian porn star's (for porn only, had a bf) first b/g shoot. Frank had kept her pussy for her bf and ravished her virgin ass for most of the shoot, and she had shocked even herself with assists on camera. No wonder that she had left the studio with him for some all night long fun.\nSo Frank knew exactly what he had to do, and he was looking forward to all of it. It had to be one lucky guy to teach Ms. Thorne the true pleasure of the flesh and making her scream on camera. He wore a nice looking suite that she would need to fish him out of, adjusted his cock and strode in to the set. He smiled at the sexy actress kneeling for him, looking sultry and sensual in that dress, looking exactly like the socialite she was playing, looking for sexual adventure and Frank was planning to give her just that.\nFurthermore, he moved in front of her stood as the script called for, the outline of a fat cock clearly visible through his slacks as the director asked for their readiness and the shoot began. Frank's hand slipped into her silky blonde hair, caressing and encouraging her like the male character was supposed to in the scene and waited for her to free him and waited to gauge her reaction to the fat many cock that he was sure would surprise the inexperienced actress."
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"value": "Well, the double looked sort of sexy? If you maybe squinted a little? Bella knew she didn't have to do all that much. Now, according to the script, \"Bella\" was going to soon find herself well out of her depth. The guy would recognize her as the young girl he'd always wanted, and the lovemaking would very quickly turn into ravishing. A lot of that was left to the spur of the moment: however the two porn doubles decided to run things would be how the whole thing played out. Or at least, that's what Bella had been told. She swore she'd heard someone mumble something or mention something about ass-fucking or something. It wasn't anything she had to worry about.\nNo, Bella's part right now was simple. Smile at the man as he approached, which she did now. She tilted her head back slightly, letting the earrings decorating her ears sway ever so slightly. Eyes would light up just a little as the fake smile fell only a little short of actually lighting them. Then her eyes were supposed to fall down. It took all Bella had not to start wincing or outright gagging as she had to go over the older man's not entirely great body. The bulge between his legs seemed almost odd to her, especially in comparison. The script said to lock onto it, to sort of stare. Bella had done stuff like that before: greedily eying a cock, letting her tongue run just over her lips as if she wanted nothing more than to stick it inside her mouth.\nA hand went to her hair, moving, caressing. Bella forced her head further up, feeling the loose curls bouncing around her shoulders. A hand moved up, feathered along his pants. Bella's perfectly manicured fingers caught the button. They flicked. Then a hand went a little further down, pulling languidly at a zipper. Her head moved forward slightly, lips pursed to almost blow a kiss in the thing's direction.\nThen it almost flung out at her. Bella nearly squealed as the cock came dangerously close to hitting her in the face. The teenager's mouth fell open as she goggled, not quite believing her eyes. What was this strange monster? Its head looked a little strange, like there was this bit of flesh covering it or like it was starting to peek out or something. The rest of it looked almost too big to be allowed. Bella wasn't certain she could fit her fingers around it, but that surely had to be her imagination. It certainly dwarfed anything she'd seen from the few boys. She had a line now, one that Bella struggled to remember.\n\"Guess this is what a man's cock looks like, huh?\" she said, smiling up at him, moving her hand close to it. Bella swore she could feel the heat wafting from it, and she hesitated. The thing looked about ready to strike, to bit or spit or something, and Bella just wasn't sure she should get anywhere near it."
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"value": "Frank was half erect by the time the young actress had her hand on his bulge. He loved the luxurious feel of her hair on his fingers, looking down on her as she oozed expensive elegance even with the lewd gesture of kneeling for a man's cock. His cock lurched free as the zipper was pulled down, and he relished at the expression of surprise on her face. He smiled to himself thinking what her reaction would be when she realized his plans for his cock and her.\nHis cock bobbed with the rhythm of his heartbeat and started to grow. The fat veins bulging and the shaft hardening and enlarging. Bella would see how the dark purple knob flared and half came out of the foreskin, and she would see how a fat drop of clear precut dribbled out.\n\"And add'is naughty girl wants to play with a man's cock doesn't she. She's a shameless little cocksucker isn't she,\" he whispered in a husky hungry voice, following the script even though in the final copy the voice would be dubbed by the real actor. But it helped with the vibe, and he loved the lewd dialog and even as he teased her with his words his hip thrust forward and before a surprised Ms. Thorne could react his flared knob brushed against her lips smearing precut for her to taste.\n\"You have been a cock tease long enough . Maybe you are just that. Maybe you don't know to play with a man's cock Bella, maybe you don't know how to suck a cock good, good enough to satisfy a man,\" he said. His fingers tightened on her hair, and he titled her face just right to hold her gaze as his hip jutted forward again rubbing his cock head against her lips letting her know even if the words were officially for 'Bella Luna', he was talking down to her too. \"Open up\", he hissed, Frank wanted to feel her moist warm mouth engulfing him. He wanted to fuck her gorgeous famous face and make Bella Thorne his fucking whore."
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"value": "The cock stank. Bella fought her nose's urge to begin wrinkling up as the strong stench of the growing meat hit her hard. She could almost feel herself gagging. Professionalism took over: she could handle something like this. It was part of the role, after all: show the real reaction to the cock and all that business. \"Yes, she is such a shameless little whore,\" breathed Bella, adding an extra breathy layer to her voice that she was quite proud of. The teenager shifted her head, shooting a lustful gaze up the man's body.\nBella's mouth opened for another line, only to find the knob pressing against her. Warmth smeared her lips. Bella again found herself gagging, started to pull away only to have that hand gripping her head keep her in place. A tongue came out to wet her lips, just tasting the salty fluid that decked them now. Bella quickly realized her error, jerking a hand up to try and wipe, only to pause as she remembered her role.\nThe porn double just kept going though. He kept teasing and taunting, and Bella felt a surge of angry pride shoot up her for a moment. The man obviously talked about her character, but he did so in a way that made every word feel directed at Bella herself. What right did he have to start belittling her sexual prowess? Particularly in front of people like this! Again her head would have jerked back if it weren't for the fingers laced in her hair. Bella stilled then, realizing in a moment that her head was no longer in her control. He'd do with it whatever he wished. He wished to rub his cock against her lips, rubbing precut and God knows what along her already shimmering, plump flesh.\nBella glanced toward the director, trying to locate him and signal that this should be stopped. She could still feel the insistent cock prodding against her lips, demanding entrance. But Bella wholly intended to stop before anything of the sort happened. She locked eyes with the director, but he simply waved her on. Clearly he expected her to keep going, likely to start working the shaft or something. Bella hesitantly brought a hand up, delicate fingers wrapping around the shaft. She could feel it pulsing in her palm. It pulsed, and Bella swore another blast of cock-stench spurted out. Her nose wrinkled, head going back, mouth opening slightly in disgust.\nThe director had noticed that very instinct. He quickly gestured for the double to take advantage. After all, if Bella's mouth was filled with cock, she couldn't very well complain, now, could she?"
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"value": "Private RP, do not post unless you were invited.\nDrip\nDrip\nDrip\nAt the first signs of her coming about, Karelsmirked.\n\"Tired?\"\nThe first thing to be noticed was strain. The strain of her body forced into a position that was most uncomfortable. Her arms were bound together at the wrists and her elbows, forced up high almost vertically. The stringent position then forcibly humbled her head, looking down to accustom the sudden change of position of where her arms were. The position was very unnatural, thus her muscles strained. She stood perfectly taut, her legs spread out with a metallic bar bound to her ankles, tight to prevent her legs from closing: she had to spread her legs a bit. With her torso bending forward, with her arms up there was no way for her to guard what probing hands may fondle upon her private bits, her skirt hiking up from the position to reveal her panties.\nThe room was a dank cell, the dripping of moisture the only real way to make sense of time. The smell of mildew was strong, mold having dirtied this place for many a year. A figure stood right before her, a well-dressed and handsome one. Bannon nobles were known for flair and their desire for the frivolous, corrupt and utterly greedy, it would be of no surprise if they started keeping slaves of Be orcs as well...that would also mean that she was now his property since the time she was interrogated and suddenly released, only to be knocked out and find herself in this position.\nProbing hands softly rubbed up on her butt cheeks before an open-handed slap struck against her left. \"Such a firm ass...battlefield beauties are so well-shape. Those soldiers weren't lying~\" his voice was jesting, almost irritating in a way."
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"value": "So getting captured had never really been part of the plan. Truthfully, Mia did feel a bit blessed in that they hadn't outright killed her, which was what Region usually did, especially considering how much trouble the Goal Mercenaries had been for them. Still, the lovely swordmastercertainly wasn't pleased with her current situation. Sure, she was trying to keep a bright outlook on it, figuring that they would eventually rescue her. It was the eventually that often weighed on her, and was something that Mia really didn't want to think about.\nShe'd been interrogated, released, and then rendered unconscious yet again. When she'd come to, she'd been like this, in this strange shape with no idea where she was. She still figured that it was somewhere in the Region Empire, but she couldn't even be wholly certain of that. Really, she had enough to focus on, with the position. Having her head bent forward meant that the long blue hair lay in Mia's sight, blinding her and making it impossible for her to see. Years of practicing with a blade and dancing about the battlefield had left Mia flexible and athletic enough to endure the bent over position, though it drew her body tight, drawing clothing across a pleasant bust. The position tugged her clothing up too, leaving her black leotard as the only thing covering her nether regions. The girl shifted to get comfortable, finding that she could do little more than wiggle.\nSteps, then hands upon her ass. Mia jerked, not startling so much as rearing, as though she would counterattack. Given a sword, she had no doubt that she could easily handle this fool. However, they had wisely taken any such chance from her. Instead, Mia shifted, trying to see her captor, and finding that even impossible. She yelled against her gag, struggling and trying to do something, anything. To her credit, she managed to squirm somewhat. More than that, however, proved quite impossible."
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"value": "Responding with gagged gurgling and a protesting cry enticed the noble to strike once again, his hand making contact with her firm buttocks. The first thing he had noticed was her body, lithe and pliant as it took the unorthodox position without quivering. Of course the human body had its limits, and she would soon grow strained from the position, but at this point in time it seemed as if she could very well take it. Taken prisoner during a break-in at a Supply Base, though the dastardly mercenaries have left much of the stock of arms ablaze, she was left behind, defeated and swarmed by a few soldiers who then took her prisoner. While it would have served their interests if she were hastily executed, instead she was taken in by a Noble, deep within Bannon territory meant that her chances of escaping were slim to none.\nStroking her leotard, his probing hands softly discerned from the slender cloth about her private bits, her lips engorged from the persistent rubbing and stroking of his slender fingers. The female body was amazing: even in rape the vaginal area would try to squeeze the invading cock even if the mind knew it had entered by force. In the same way, no matter how battle-hardened she was, arousal to her pink folds were still a weakness. \"Tell me girl... I want to know. Why tag along with those miscreants and vagrants?\" he asked. While she had been asked this many times during interrogation, instead of harsh blows to her body she was met, instead by fickle fingers softly stroking her various parts. A hand softly stroked at her breasts, feeling the supple firmness of her breasts. His squeezes would not go unnoticed, grasping her blue hair he lifted them up for her to behold his figure.\n\"You look troubled there...care to tell me what's bothering you?\" Some lips were meant to be gagged, much like hers. Seeing her teeth against the metallic bars made it all the more appealing, a single thread of drool dripping from the left corner of her lips. The bar snugly fitted behind her teeth, it was effective in keeping her protests stifled into incoherent groaning, his hands softly reaching over as a finger slipped between the tight cloth of her leotard, stroking her innards ever so lovingly. \"What's this, you're finding this arousing? What a slut!\""
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"value": "The strikes didn't really hurt Mia, at least, not physically. But they certainly reminded her of her position. For people generally didn't hit people like that. You saved little taunting blows of the sort Mia received now for horses, for animals, for creatures captured and used for her amusement. If there was ever a clear indication of what this man thought of her, it lay in those slaps as much as in words and bindings.\nHands squeezed at the base of Mia's leotard, taunting the girl. She had felt that area before, had listened to the mercenary's gossip. Titania had answered most questions about such things, as Mist had been most eager to learn. Not that Mia had needed either, having discovered the joys of her sex several years ago, around the time she'd started bleeding down there. This unwanted touch brought about many of the same feelings. Those digits knew a woman well.\nThat same question rang in her ears, or at least, a similar one. Mia felt like rolling her eyes, resisting somehow, but found that she couldn't. For he kept rubbing her as he spoke, hitting her body in a way that she hadn't ever expected one of these fools to hit. All of Mia's energy and effort went into enduring the position, the physical pain and aching, which left her quite open for an attack like this. To make matters worse, another hand came up to tease her breasts and tug her hair, again displaying her as though she were a prized animal in her collection.\nBothering her? Mia managed a glare at the man, wishing she could do more. But the metal bit into her mouth, preventing speech, preventing much. It robbed her of some dignity as well, with drool leaking from her gagged mouth. The question wasn't the important thing though: the hands were. They dragged along Mia's ethers, pushing her leotard against her sex, dragging along it, the friction making her body shake."
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"value": "Met only with silence, his hand struck once again towards her cheeks, making a hollow 'thwack' noise as he spanked her cheeks. His prisoner had a fine figure, slender, curvaceous with a firm bottom and supple breasts. His left hand continued to tweak, rub and pinch, managing to single out where her nipples stood tall, bumped against the cloth of her blouse. Sword masters wore very light cloth, preferring speed and their skill to avoid deadly blows. However, her skill and most certainly her cloth did not protect her from probing hands, quickly bringing her peaks to harden from beneath the cloth. The female body, ever quite the wondrous creation!\nWhile The tighter the leotard she wore, it would only grow further snug as her lips would engorge, pressing against the tight black cloth. Even now with a soft stroke he could tell where her vaginal lips were, pressing against the cloth throbbing and warm to the touch. He could even feel a little moisture here and there! \"Don't look at me like that... I know you're enjoying this...you might even say you find this thrilling!\" Of course, given that she may be the kind of person used to having things done her way or killing anyone who touched her in such a way. Despite that, his hands continued to fondle and stroke, continuing to finger her most private parts.\n\"Tell me, girlie. What's your name?\" he loosened the Bar gag only temporarily, letting the bar hang just at the back of her head, giving her enough space to talk coherently. \"Answer my question, or I may be forced to undergo much more drastic measures."
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"value": "Another blow, another wince from Mia. She tried to shift, to utilize her lifetime training of dodging, but found that she simply couldn't. If she shifted, it seemed to direct her body directly into the path of those questing fingers. They tugged, pinched, pulled, and seemed destined to amp up Mia's arousal, much against her mind's will. Her cloth coverings only provided more friction, the fabric dragging across her soft skin instead of his fingers.\nMia could feel the reactions of her body making things even more difficult. Peaked, hardened nipples pressed against the thick fabric upon her chest, dragging along it. Worse, her nether lips seemed almost to pout, swelling and moistening with each passing moment. Her captor noticed as well, commenting upon it, teasing her. The gag came off, giving her just enough room to speak.\n\"You don't need to know it,\" she informed him, spitting, \"because we're not going to be together long enough for it to matter to you.\"\nProbably not the smartest thing she could have done, but Mia frankly didn't care. If this man was thinking she was going to e an oh so obedient slave for him, he'd have another thing coming. No, he'd have to work if he wanted to get the appropriate reactions from her. Even now, those green eyes shown, promising wrath for this unjust treatment."
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"value": "\"Wrong answer.\" he whispered under his breath, gently taking back the gag harness that had stifled her voice. Pressing it quite deep, it was soon shoved right behind her front teeth, going quite a good job of keeping her mouth somewhat open. Given how she was forced to look down, saliva would surely begin to drip once again. \"You're no different from any animal, you know...\" At the middle of his sentence a harsh slap against her right cheek was made, a hollow thwack making an echo in her confinement chamber. And then, another. THWACK! THWACK!\nHe continued to slap at her prominent rear before he grew tired of it. \"You've got some endurance, girl. That's a new one. It seems I have to take this slowly...\" given how he spoke, he made sure he imparted to her the fact that he was experienced in the art of interrogation towards the fairer sex. Leaning up against her rear, his fingers made a delicate sliding motion, slowly pressing his fingers against the tight leotard, much tighter given how her lips seemed to have pouted up against the cloth.\n\"How longer can you resist this?\" he asked, smiling as he walked up to her, holding the broken blade that she once owned. It was a fine Hampshire, too bad she had to raise it against the wrong man. \"If you let go of this, I'll take it as a sign that you want to talk. If you abuse this, I may not even give you a voice to speak with.\" he said, grasping the leotard, making sure that the stretch of cloth against her panties would wedge up between her pouty lips, simply grasping it as he pulled up, the cloth pressing against her labia right between her clitoris, as he laid the handle upon her fingers to grasp.\nShe would have to go on her tippy-toes just to endure the strain, but how long would she last? Fingers continued to rub against her nipples, the stream of arousal truly a form of hellish torment."
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"value": "KNIGHTS OF JUSTICE\nIssue #1: The Lady and the Knave\nWhy did they look at him like this? Clark wondered as he watched his two best friends look at him from their carriage. A wild curious stare of suspicion. What was there to be suspicious of? Well yeah there was that. The fact that he was stronger than any man they knew, and once they saw him blow away a barn fire, along with the barn. It wasn't his brightest moment but the blue-eyed gentlemen with short black hair and a little twirling cowlick, but he always did his best. Honest just as his folks raised him.\nBut the burning green gaze and soft smirk of Lana could only be challenged by the intensity of her reddish copper hair, which flowed wildly down the back of her green and brown dress. Meanwhile, Peter was lazy with his straw hat strummed away tune on his lute singing. Some sort of nonsense that Clark was not willing to dignify, instead he rode upon the back of his steed with back straight and eyes forward. He was dressed in some ramshackle kind of armor made from scraps of the local Blacksmith and his own ingenuity. Even the chain mail had been crafted by hand. With jerkin and Jameson in faded blue clothe stitched by his mother.\nLook at you Clark Kent, Knight of the Realm! Lana cheered as she steered their carriage closer adding, Almost dashing I might say. But leave it to Peter with his mop like hair hanging in strands to ruin a perfectly good compliment by saying, Not yet Miss Long. You see to be a Knight of the Realm, you must own lands The woman chimed, He has Millville, we agreed to support Only to be cut off just as quickly, Also of Noble birth and be knighted by a respected Lord of the Kingdom. Peters expression was dry as his picking hand fell flat against the lute, So he is nothing better than a Hedge at this point.\nIt was too late Lana was trapped in that dreamy look she always gave Clark, yet the modest man never acknowledged. But Peter knew that his friend was aware. Was it jealousy? No, he knew Lana had always been this way since they were children.\nPete that is why I must head to Metropolis. Just as Sir Kirk the Man hunter when he performed the seven trials of valor for old King Roderick. Clark spoke quite confidently.\nAn old legend of heroes and men it told of a time when Sir Kirk was still but a nameless mercenary in the Kingdoms retinue. But he had no noble birth, no lands to claim. Sir Kirk was the lowest class in all the Realms yet through perseverance and demonstration proved himself to King Roderick. Impressed by the men completion of seven impossible trials, Sir Kirk was Knighted, given lands, and served the King until death. It was a story of nobility and bravery. One of Clark's favorites as a child.\nBut to others it was a rarity and something, at least where Peter was concerned, taken with very little faith. True but how will YOU do that without revealing your secret? His friend questioned quite sincerely, as all three looked over the sweeping vista. Ahead there was an envoy of armed men and horses holding the Banners of Lane, and at the center a carriage all heading towards the same direction. What secret Pete? He grinned sharply. To which his friend with a strum of his lute said, Touch my friend.\nHowever, all joviality was lost as something in the distance caught one of his many senses strangely. Screaming and yelling, commands he thought. From who? To which his vision focused in and noticed that not all the armed men on horseback were noble or with banners. Among the host was a brightly dressed woman in ornate leathers of blues and yellows, wearing an elaborate face mask of a bird.\nBoots rising onto the straps Clark swiftly snapped the reins causing his horse to rear and bolt off into the direction of the noble envoy. A crude spangehelm in hand, the aspiring night placed it upon himself in charge to aid. Both Lana and Peter looked to each other in shock. With a strum of his loot the young man gave a frustrated statement, And then he goes and does that!"
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"value": "A tidal wave of marauders struck the cluster of guardsman with full force and steel rang against steel. The trees about them shifted and bandits appeared perched within them, picking off those along the outer edges. Blood spilled, men fell skewered or impaled, and chaos reigned. Above the din a deep voice cried out. \"Protect the Countess!\" Several of the guardsmen gathered in a small force, breaking away from the fighting forces.\nFearful horses broke free and galloped away. Within the contingent of guards rode a woman of slim figure, her dark hair flying wildly as she spurred her horse into a gallop. She was dressed elegantly and cloaked in the deep, forest green of House Lane. Though they fled the scene, there was no fear in her countenance, only a dogged determination to survive the skirmish. The men that remained were outnumbered, but better armored. They fought to fend off the bandits for as long as they could, giving the others time to escape.\nPart of the bandit force retreated and the masked woman with it, circumventing the battle to bypass it for the road. They gave chase, taunts and cries loud as they rode after those fleeing. One among them had a bow, which he used with deadly force. An arrow flew and one of the guardsmen fell. There were only a half dozen remaining, spurring on the horses that were already weary from travel.\nAs Clark neared the battle, archers turned upon him from the trees and arrows rained down from the skies."
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"value": "This was a first. For a man who had only known the life as a farmhand and close village tradition the most he had conflict were roaming drunks from larger townships, and the occasional thief. But this? His count gave him a count of almost fifty heads to the twenty some guards of the noble envoy. Perhaps careless Clark let arrows plug and rebound off his crude armor, only making quick motions to deflect any shots aimed at the horse. Charging head first the rain of lancing arrows the young Knight to be caught some of the tree perched bandits by surprise, with one being pegged in the chest by a carpenter tool to the chest that was thrown by the man from his satchel.\nThe masked woman waved her hand ordering her close contingent to break about Lady Lane and her fleeing envoy. With the intent to flank the infamous Magpie came from behind with five her own defending every direction, whilst four men on either side came with spears lunging towards the Guardsmen and their horses.\nSurrender now Lane and I will not have to shed any more blood! The Magpie wickedly threatened giving a shrill cackle, holding one hand to her lips to stifle a confident laugh.\nBut all was not as planned as a blue helmed man upon a white horse rode upon the rear of the right flank. A dozen arrows with complete or shattered shafts protruded from the armor. Unhindered by this fact the man drew no blade or weapon, but instead chased upon faithful steed plucked men single-handedly throwing them off their mounts. Perfectly unharmed save for the rough tumble and a possible concussion the Bandit Leader was taken aback at the sight.\nOne man remained on the right, and with spear in hand attempted to charge the middle of the Countesses envoy. Spear tip close snagging the edges of her green dress suddenly a blue Spangenberg flew across impacting the Bandits ugly face. Tumbling back off the mount at breakneck pace the criminal could not avoid being trampled under hoof.\nAt this point Clark with his short black hair feathering free in the air, and bright blue eyes fixated on the conflict charged ahead to sweep about the left flank in a charge. Brave and fearless he came head on with a long blade held now over head in threat.\nAmidst this chaos the Magpie was seeing the sudden folly and signaled her men to follow her around the right. Drawing out a crossbow she aimed the chambered bolt at the hind quarter of the Countesses horse. Leave it to a woman to do all the work. The masked woman sneered letting lose her shot."
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"value": "Someone screamed -- either the girl or the horse, it was unclear -- but it was the horse that dropped as an arrow suddenly sprouted from its rear flank. The girl tumbled to the forest floor, impact lessened only slightly by the mossy ground, though enough to still drive the breath from her. She didn't stay down long, however. Smart enough to know that a moving target had a better chance than a stationary one, she was on her feet in a matter of moments. She ran deeper into the trees where they grew too closely for the horses to pass, and the trunks gave some cover from projectiles. A branch snagged her cloak, hampering her for a moment, but she ripped free, leaving the garment behind, and continued to flee. Her silken dress was soon in tatters from being snagged on countless bushes and low hanging tree limbs, and her soft slippers were soaked and ruined by the mud. Still she didn't stop running, searching for some place to make a stand to give her guards time enough to put down the rabble.\nThey made a valiant effort, for all that they were outnumbered, and looked to be on the verge of falling to the brigand's ambush, but Clark's efforts did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. The herd thinned, and they surged forward with new life, giving their charge time to escape into the forest. The bandits soon found their lives in mortal danger as they tangled with the better trained and better armored guardsmen. Seeing the tide turn, their leader took her small band around the secondary skirmish and abandoned their horses to follow the Countess on foot. They knew this land and were intimate with the features of the forest. A half dozen of them drove their prey forward with quickened steps and strategic arrows, turning her path aside time and again, sending her toward the one place where they knew she'd be trapped and helpless to flee. The Magpie led the way, cackling as she swam between the trees, her laughter spurring the Countess on a little faster each time.\nLois was gasping for breath by the time she broke cover, bursting from the treeline to the wide open space that dropped off below. Miles of vista lay below, thick forest stretching in every direction. They'd driven her to the edge of the cliff that held no way down save for flinging herself off the precipice to her death below. She prowled the edge, heading away from the sounds of battle, but one of the bandits broke from the trees ahead, and then one behind. Finally, the Magpie herself appeared as the rest of her handful spread out in a loose semicircle to keep the woman from escaping.\nPanting, Lois took a step back, foot sending a shower of pebbles over the edge. Her stomach fluttered as she pulled free the long dagger she wore at her belt, holding it firmly in one hand in warning to any that might draw too near. She was cornered, and like any trapped wild thing, she could be extremely dangerous. Lois said nothing, but her blade glinted in the light as she twisted it to better grip the silver handle, eyes flitting over her attackers."
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"value": "The Magpie had her moments of frustration, cursing the arrival a man that terrifyingly dispatched Bandits with minimal effort. But now here she was surrounding her prize with her crossbow freshly loaded and pointed at the Countess, whose silver blade glinted in the sliver of light from the canopies. I promised no harm, and this is the thanks I get Miss Lane? The woman sneered with a hint of contempt. Her mask would not contain the bright smile now as the Bandits pressed forward slowly and the Magpie threatened, Now surrender. You have nowhere else to run, and your guards cannot help you if you fall to your death.\nMeanwhile, Clark had managed to swiftly throw the remaining bandits off before darting towards the edge of the thick timber and woodlands. His steed could go no further. Stay Comet, I will be back. The man urged practically vaulting off his mount. Shuffling in his armor, he noticed one of the arrows graced a leather bind connecting his Cauldron. Annoyed by it, he tore the piece away exposing his shoulder; then with an effortless swipe down the front of his plated armor, chopped away all the jutting shafts of the arrows that managed to pierce.\nRacing on foot was a much quicker venture as he moved like the wind through the woods, only his armor was a bit more bulk than he expected. His left arm and shoulder collided with the trunk of a tree causing it to splinter away with a thunderous sound. This caused the Bandits to turn their attentions in shock.\nWith a swift warning the Magpie stepped in front of Lois sight warning, Do not even think about running. I am still paid whether you are alive or not Countess, now back to discussing the terms of your surrender. Perhaps you would like to get on your knees?"
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