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"value": "A Private RP, Characters to be determined\n\"To me, my brothers!\"\nForce cried out to his men. Countrymen, Brothers-in-arms...his siblings. Through dark times and through times of glory they had ridden side by side. They had fought with the Mad King, in service of their Motherland. No matter who they fight under, the hooves of their horses will thunder and their lances will taste blood, no matter whose own! At least, that's what Force wanted to believe. They were nothing more than miscreants, cowards who feared death in the battlefield and begged their way out of the gallows. To kiss that bastard Jarod's ring...! No humiliation would prove far greater!\nForce was one of the Mad King's proud cavalier brigade, the same who served under his thrall. Generations upon generations of soldiers dedicated their service to the Motherland, through tyrants and through ruin, the military houses of Dean will not falter! Fed only crude barley and forced to sleep in stables, they possessed the tenacity men of Dean possessed. Horsemen from Bannon were nothing more than fitted calf feasting upon plundered bounty and rich wines. Unlike them, he would ride into certain death, determined to atone for his humiliation.\nA soldier follows his orders even to the pain of death. Anything less is a coward and a fool.\n\"To me, brothers, to me!\" he cried out. Amongst them lay the battered remains of their allies, killed with wounds to their backs trying to run away from the enemy.\" Our enemies are nothing more than sell swords deluded by victory against the spineless armies of Bannon! Let us show them true Strength!\"he cried out, their brave cries a truly intimidating show of force. Dean's cavaliers would chase their opponents until their horses would die from fatigue or their adversaries be slain with their blades. Unfolding from beneath his Coors the tattered banner of the Mad King, he unfurled the standard as he placed it upon his lance, held upright as he steadied his foes. These 'people' whoever they are, would taste the true fury of Dean's wrath!\nWhat started as a slow trot grew to the thundering of hooves, leaving only dust and hoof prints behind them. Lost in valorous fervor, they faltered not when met by arrows, crashing into the hastily made battle lines. The enemy must have thought they were routed and stretched far too thin, attempting to retake the enemy fortification. Hooves crashed and snapped ribs, trampling their enemy beneath them. Breaking through the lines they fell right into the middle of a frenzied melee, the sound of steel clashing deafening him.\nAnd like none other, Force fought like he had never before, the banner of the Mad King refusing to yield as he fought, unaware that he slew his fellow country men. No one had told him that he fought the Dawn Brigade, not a single soul present knew they turned their blades against a fellow countryman.\nIt was a delicious prospect that Jarod himself instigated."
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"value": "Where had they gone wrong? Micaiahknew she wasn't the best of tacticians. There were several throughout the land that possessed that ability, including the one who worked for the Goal Mercenaries and a handful that worked for Bannon and even Dean. Yet, so far, Isaiah and her band had done quite well. They'd cut a swath through the forces that stood against them, had recruited several willing individuals, and had stood ready to reclaim the kingdom for good and light. Then, out of nowhere, reinforcements had arrived. They... they'd been too much.\n\"You all need to get to safety!\" yelled Isaiah, waving her hands. She never struck an imposing figure, being a slight mage girl. No, the striking bit about her was the pure white hair, the golden eyes, the raw determination that shown from her. For this small girl had rallied forces, had drawn dozens of people into this conflict. You could easily look past the cute face and those wide eyes to see the truth. It was also just as true that Isaiah held a great deal of weight upon her shoulders, which was probably what gave her the heart that made men follow her.\nNow, she used that to force a retreat, pulling back her forces. Only she and Soothe stood, holding a point and trying desperately to keep the others away, prevent them from their onslaught. Isaiah flung light spell after light spell, burning through a tome in her attempt at staving off the enemy. She already had a second one out, clutching it tightly and reciting the spells nearly from memory now. If this continued, she wouldn't be able to hold them off.\nDesperate, Isaiah sought out their leader. She saw someone who rallied the forces: a bold cavalier with a pennant. She focused her energy and fired her spell directly at him, hoping that a lucky blow might end this conflict all the sooner. The less blood that was shed, the better Isaiah would feel in the end."
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"value": "\"In the land of our fathers, shed their blood!\"\n\"HAIL!\"\nThere can be nothing more frightening than the bellow of a soldier's praise in the thick of combat. Louder than the ring of spears or the clash of blades, true courage was found in the thick of battle. In the end, Force was disappointed. To think the occupation forces would run from these miscreants, such worms! Truly those self-righteous Apostle-followers have no spine at all! Bowing lightly he punched his lance through an enemy, thrusting through the poor fellow as his lance severed all life from him. Sad, isn't it? It takes years to raise life, yet it takes mere seconds to end it.\nThe men of Dean fought to the bitter end. Wounds mattered not as long as they could raise a weapon in return. Frightened by the sight of a soldier who snapped off the handle of a lance plunged into his side, a Cavalier dismounted, his breath heavy and his blade seeking vengeance. Life was so short, hence every second of it must be used in service of Dean. That man fought to his last, taking down two more before his own life gave way. Gritting his teeth, Force could only wade in this river of blood.\nYet, he stood defiant, the banner of the Mad King stood proud, an indication to their men that the fight raged on. They numbered low, but their fighting spirit was easily twice that of the men that this little band had fought against. With an arrow to his right, he flung his spear towards a lowly archer, spearing him through the chest, guaranteeing an instant and painless death with a spear through his heart. Their fighting had truly shaken their foes even as the Occupation army tried to scramble back to fight against them.\nStanding straight, he was slowly enveloped by a pillar of light, blinding him briefly and searing his skin underneath. Force frowned. Magic? How rare. Pulling a lance from the hands of a fallen comrade, Force charged towards it's source, only to be met by two blades. Green hair...a kid?\" Hhhrrrggga!\"their weapons met steel to steel, considerable fighting ability for someone so young. Who would bring children to fighting a man's war? It was honestly despicable! Of course that wasn't just the end of his troubles, another searing light charred the ground he stood in shortly after he dodged to the right. Met with a blade to his shoulder, he could feel the blood steadily trickling. Such Knife play. However...\nForce charged towards the man, easily dodging the light spells that followed. He raised his shoulders slightly to block his knives. The one thing about hand-to-hand fighting was to know the limit of your weapon. Foolish boy, the moment he saw an opening he sought to end it then! Taking his attack by his arm, with the young man having nowhere to dodge, he ended his life by piercing through his throat, the lance pushing through his scarf as he lay, choking as he breathed his last.\nThe moment he acknowledged his own victory, Force limped, drawing his blade as he pointed it to his foe. It was then that his eyes widened. S-s...silver hair... No!\nBefore that, a hail of arrows pelted the sky, barely missing the young lady, but the rest of her band was not so lucky. The battlefield slowly cleared up, the remnants of the army slowly scrambling away while the rest of the Occupation forces chased after them. We...what had he done?!\nHe had struck against his fellow countryman, pitting his own friends against people who lived in this land!"
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"value": "For a few seconds, Isaiah thought their desperate ploy had worked. They had rallied, surged forward, her light spell seeming to greatly disorient and damage the key player. Soothe had even charged forward, showcasing skills that Isaiah hadn't even known him to possess. Then, in an instant, it all ended. Isaiah's eyes went wide, tears flowing from her face. A hand extended helplessly as she watched her closest friend and companion perishing. Soon arrows ran down, and Isaiah yelped, falling back. Death, death all around her.\nA sword pointed at her throat, and the Priestess of Dawn looked up at the man who held it. Her eyes shimmered with tears, but they still narrowed into slits, the woman finding steel from somewhere deep within. \"You may end me here, but you will not stop Dean! We will regain our autonomy, no matter what you do!\"\nThe man seemed to quiver though, as if uncertain himself. Isaiah swallowed, feeling her body shaking, her nerves shot. What... what was going on here? He seemed to recognize her. That was to be expected; she wasn't exactly easily mistaken for someone else. She had become a symbol of their rebellion, the leader of their brigade. She'd hated it, but she'd been forced to acknowledge its benefits. Now, it seemed to be dragging her further down.\n\"What are you waiting for?\" she demanded, her voice nearly choked. \"Finish me!\"\nFor she knew she could continue... as a martyr if nothing else. There was no other hope from here, no other rescue for the priestess..."
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"value": "Regret was something no soldier should have: he had felled men with families and simple lives. Why else did he hesitate trying to bring steel across her throat? The blade pointed right at her neck as she nestled at her lap the body of a fallen comrade. There was no mistake. Silver hair. This was the girl who had been heralded by the oppressed peasantry to be their deliverance, their hope. Even Force had prayed that she would deliver them from their oppressor...to liberate him from the shame of serving their conquerors, licking the boot that had so ruthlessly stamped down on the ambitions of the lowly and the hopes of many.\nHis blade quivered, unlike the proud soldier that Force was once. All his life he had lived in humiliation, cleaning up after the demands of their conquerors, running away from an honorable death in the battlefield. Yet...he had not the decency to even bring her to rest with her friend in the afterlife. He dropped his blade. Closing his eyes, he looked away, simply marching away from her as he glumly marched even as she tried to back away from a few soldiers who had hoisted her steady.\nForce resorted only to grasp the tattered banner of the Mad King. Pride had left him that day, even as the only hope of Dean would go away in chains awaiting her execution. And it was...all his fault!\nThe soldiers had slowly approached Isaiah, ill intent plainly read form their eyes. Of course, their weapons drawn made it easy for them to surround her, strong arms grasping her steady, two sets of arms holding her steady, forced to her back to keep her in line. Amidst what could be a playful struggle, the men divested from her the beautiful blue scarf she wore, trampling it beneath their feet and soaking in the blood of her fellow countrymen. \"There kid, no need to struggle!\" said one, who helped himself to hit her backside. Of course, without lingering there for a bit.\nShe was dragged along, made to kneel by force when the handle of a lance struck the back of her knees making them buckle. Her neck against a tree stump, a man took what looked like a heavy stockade, supposedly for humiliation as they set her neck onto the largest groove, setting her wrists onto the ones adjoined to it. No matter how hard she squired, she was locked into it, a tight padlock ensuring that it would remain steady. Forced up by a leash, she was made to stand between them, their hands probing here and there as she was pushed around the circle.\n\"Helene, so much for the 'Maiden of Hope'! I 'hope' you'll love what we've got planned for you!\" he joked, his hands roughly rubbing against her breasts. The man from before merely looked at the ragged standard even as for a cruel joke, they grasped the insides of her tights, slipping away her pantyhose to reveal the skin of her smooth, milky thighs. Of course, they didn't bother removing it, perhaps keeping it at ankle level without force to impede her movement."
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"value": "Eric was a 21-year-old Pokémon Trainer, with fair skin, dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. He was wearing a red fedora. His blue T-shirt with some sort of goldfish logo that was faded, but you could tell it was the symbol that appears around the girth of Areas itself. His pants were black cargo shorts, and was wearing white socks and dark gray sneakers. Around his neck was a mysterious black, rose-shaped locket he never takes off.\nHe was in Lily cove City, in the Horn region, searching for a Team Rocket operation involving stolen Pokémon. Eric knew it was nearby, and that the Rocket Executive that ran the operation, went by the code name \"Khanates\".\nEric had been tracking this guy for several weeks, to avenge the death of his true love, Peggy. Eric wanted justice, and he wouldn't even allow the International Police to get too involved, because this was personal.\nEric noticed a female Trainer, looking lost, but seemingly heading in the right direction. Was she a comrade? Or was she an adversary? He decided to follow her from a safe distance just to be safe."
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"value": "Rosa was on the move, and she was on a mission. The redhead was tiny but fierce, with a fire in her eyes that dared anyone to try and stop her. Just minutes ago she had been robbed blind, the Poke ball carrying her precious Trespass nabbed while she wasn't looking. There was very little doubt as to what had happened - she did catch sight of the familiar black suit slinking around a corner as soon as she turned around. Ever since, Rosa hadn't stopped for a moment. Three poke balls were still around her waist, marking three Pokémon that she would use to bring this man down. She knew that in a fair fight she could do it, too.\nShe lost him, though. Somewhere among the alleys of Lily cove the man she was watching had gotten out of her sight and the young woman was left frustrated. All she knew was where she had last seemed the man, and she cared very little about anything else. With her hands pressed to the back of her head the nineteen-year-old tried to figure out what she was going to do next - there way no way that she could abandon her mission and nothing else mattered to her. So much so that she didn't notice that someone had started followinghertrail."
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"value": "Eric eventually caught up with this mysterious female Trainer.\n\"I see we have a common enemy. Trust me, those miserable Rockets are no good. Get them alone, and they're easy pickings, but if given the chance to gang up, they are a force to be reckoned with.\" Eric explained, then realizing he forgot to introduce himself. \"I'm Eric. I've been tracking these bastards down for months. We could sure use each other's help.\"\nHe offered his hand, expecting her to shake it. But suddenly, the lowly Grunt that this young woman was tracking down, came back, with a pale-skinned, purple-haired executive.\nThis was Khanates, one of Team Rocket's executives.\nEric turned to Rosa and asked her \"You're ready for a battle against these guys, right?\"\nEric looked puzzled for a moment as one of the Poke balls on his belt started shaking furiously, and a majestic male Uproar came out with a menacing battle cry.\n\"Don't worry, Uproar. I was planning on sending you out first, anyway. This is your fight just as much as it is mine.\" Eric told his lion-like Pokémon.\nKhanates smirked a little.\n\"Here to avenge your little girlfriend, wild boy? I remember that pathetic face you made when I killed her!\" Khanates hissed, clearly taunting Eric, whose blood began to boil. \"Tyrant rum let's put this beast in his place.\" Khanates then sent out a Tyrant rum. The theropod Pokémon let out a loud bellow.\nThe lowly Grunt waited for the girl to send out a Pokémon.\n\"Don't worry, toots, I won't use your Trespass, because I plan on selling it!\" The grunt remarked. \"Heavily, go get 'em! The grunt sent out a Heavily who smirked at its foes."
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"value": "Eric's entrance came a surprise, jolting the young woman with such a shock that she nearly aimed a fist straight for his face - the only reason that she didn't was because he spoke quicker than she could hit and though it took a moment, by the time that he explained himself the roughness had left her normally soft features.\n\"Rosa,\" she returned curtly, extending her hand to shake his, but before they had a chance two forms replaced the one she had lost, and it seemed that this man, Eric, knew the older, purple haired man that had joined the grunt responsible for stealing from her. For all intents and purposes he was correct - they had a common enemy. As soon as the pathetic grunt dared to speak she pulled a poke ball from her belt and tossed it. In a stream of light, a Sailor joined the playing field.\n\"Go.\" One word, and one finger, was all that the red steel type Pokémon needed to unleash a Metal Claw on the enemy, clamp-like hand glowing silver as he dashed towards the slinky ice type."
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"value": "Eric flipped off the purple-headed murderer, and then ordered his Uproar to use Dark Pulse on the theropod-like opponent.\nKhanates ordered his Tyrant rum to use Dragon Tail towards Eric's Uproar. However, Uproar was fasted, and the dark blast of energy that the majestic feline summoned from this mouth made the Despot Pokémon unable to attack.\nThe grunt ordered his Heavily to Sucker Punch Rosa's Sailor, and it delivered a blow before the iron bug could do anything.\n\"Rosa... If you have the power of Mega Evolution, it would help us a lot.\"\nEric then had a flashback in his mind, to that fateful night when Khanates bombed the Self Company Headquarters in Saffron City just two years ago. Eric's now deceased girlfriend, Peggy, was a high-ranking Pokémon Ranger, hired by the company to do security. Eric recalls that he planned on proposing to her the day after. Peggy's last words echoed in Eric's brain. \"I'll be watching over you. Stay strong, babe. I love you.\"\nEric shed a couple of tears, until his grief turned into rage.\n\"When I'm done with you, Khanates, you'll be going straight to hell!' Eric remarked. \"Alright Uproar. Use Iron Tail on Tyrant rum before he gets another chance to attack!\"\nThe fiery lion Pokémon let out a loud roar, and its tail hardened like steel as it lunged into the air and mercilessly smacked the T. rex Pokémon in the face.\n\"Admit it, Khanates. It's OVER!\" Eric taunted, while Tyrant rum fell to the ground, barely defeated.\nKhanates called his Pokémon back to its Poke ball, and walked off.\n\"Rosa, you can handle this, right? This grunt must only have that Heavily.\" Eric said, turning to his new ally. \"I have a death to avenge.\"\nEric's Uproar instinctively pounced on Khanates from behind, pinning the Rocket executive down, so Eric could confront him.\nEric caught up to his Pokémon partner, and he knelt down to his adversary.\n\"Go on, punk. Kill me!\" Khanates remarked, taunting Eric. \"I know you want to, but it won't bring her back!\"\nEric shook his head. \"No, Khanates... I'm not like you. Just be glad I'm a man of Areas, or you'd become Uproar's lunch.\" He retorted, sternly.\nA lone Officer Jenny came on her motorcycle toward Eric, and got off to arrest Khanates.\n\"I'll take it from here.\" She told Eric. \"We've been tracking Khanates down for ages.\"\nEric got up onto his feet, and Uproar dug his claws into Khanates a little more.\n\"Uproar... That's enough.\" Eric ordered his maned feline Pokémon, then turning to the Officer Jenny. \"Me too, Officer. Ever since that fateful night, I've wanted justice for my beloved Peggy. Today's the day, thank Areas.\"\nUproar leaped off Khanates, and the Officer arrested the purple haired criminal.\n\"You're Eric, aren't you?\" Officer Jenny asked. \"Come by the Lily cove Police Station for the cash reward. And thank you for helping us out. We appreciate it.\"\nA second officer arrived with an armored van, and Khanates was escorted into the back, handcuffed.\n\"Good job, Uproar. You need to get some rest.\" Eric said, returning Uproar to its Poke ball.\nEric was somewhat satisfied, but Eric wanted to make sure all of Team Rocket was brought to justice. He walked over towards Rosa, waiting for her to finish the battle."
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"value": "Rosa bit her lip, holding back a remark when Eric acted like she didn't know what she was doing, insisting she moved towards mega evolution for the sake of some grunt. That pitiful man didn't deserve to see the strength that her Sailor could wield, and the steel bug made easy work of the Heavily after a lucky first hit. She was too focused on her own plight to notice when Eric took the admin down, obviously on a mission. He looked like he would kill and while the olive-skinned woman hoped that wouldn't happen, it seemed like there was a lot of history that she shouldn't get between.\nShe had taken down the grunt, left him snivelling and sauntered in towards him. When Eric walked off, following his enemy, the young woman had her foot on the man's stomach. Sailor hovered close, prepared to strike the human himself if he dared to do anything other than hand Rosa her poke ball back.\n\"Go,\" she said in a serious tone, gesturing with one hand for Eric to go do what he needed to do before turning her attention back to the man beneath her. There was a hardness in her eyes, a cold wind that marked a dark side of what was usually a kind person.\n\"Give me it. Give me my Trespass and you can go, otherwise you're going to get one of those claws around your neck.\" The red bug moved in close, snapping claws so close to the man's face that he cowered, whimpered, shook as he dug through his pockets to find a lone luxury ball. She snatched it from him, not moving until she opened it and the snowy ghost she had grown so fond of appeared. She pressed in to his gut just a bit harder before she released him, and he ran, only when she had returned her star player and Sailor did she turn around.\n\"Got what you needed to be sorted?\" She asked, hardness falling from her face now that she had what she was looking for. On a normal day she was sweet as pie, but anyone who fucked with her was messing with the wrong person. She would not have hurt the man, not caused his death at least, and maybe she should have clarified that to Eric as he may have just witnessed that display. She didn't, though. The man would walk off with at worst a bruised tummy and a couple nightmares of her Sailor snapping in his face, an empty threat at best."
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"value": "Luckily for Rosa, Eric only saw bits and pieces of her conflict with the nameless grunt.\n\"Yes. Thanks for your help.\" Eric answered, sighing in relief. \"Is there anything I can do to repay you?\"\nEric then looked up into the heavens, and an enormous smile appeared on his face.\n\"Peggy, my love. You can rest easy now... But Areas knows my work is far from finished.\" He whispered up into the sky.\nHe then turned to Rosa.\n\"You said your name was Rosa, right? We make a great team. We should take down the rest of Team Rocket, just the two of us.\" He told her. \"They've been terrorizing innocent lives far too long.\"\nEric began to explain about his grudge against Team Rocket.\n\"Peggy was the only woman I ever loved. She helped me through my darkest hour. We were madly in love, and she was just beautiful. Her aunt used to be a Gym Leader in Nazarene City, Nova. Peggy was a Pokémon Ranger, and among the best. Two years ago, She was hired by the Self Corporation as a security guard. That fateful night, there was an explosion in the lobby. I was there to commemorate out anniversary by proposing. It turns out that, Team Rocket's admin Khanates, planted a small bomb on the wall. Peggy was one of many on the list of lives who were lost. I'm just glad she died in my arms. I vowed that I would not only avenge her death, but personally bring all of Team Rocket to justice.\" Eric explained, then kneeling onto the ground.\nHe proceeded to grabbed her hand gently, kissing her knuckles.\n\"Thank you so much.\" He whispered afterward."
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"value": "It hurt, everything hurt, the world was nothing but hurt. It was like a hundred thousand knives driving into her all at once, and she knew exactly why. She, and her entire clan had been betrayed by their dick of a Age. There was no real reason, that she knew... but when one lived in such a poor country, the Age was God and you did what the Age said no matter what it was. So when the Age ordered the Trauma clan slaughtered... well, they were slaughtered. All but one. She coughed and struggled to keep her head above the water. She Wakkanai Trauma, the last of the Lightning clan. Her clan had been prized for their spectacular ease in handling, controlling, and manipulating electrical currents. They hadn't even needed to create the Electricity through a Juts, they could pull it, or drain it from other sources. Like power lines. With a twist of the wrist, a single Trauma could leave an entire village without any power for as long as they wanted. Maybe that was why the Age had slaughtered them, they were more powerful than he had been, and they all knew it.\nStill, the betrayal hurt, even more than the sword still sticking out of her sternum, more than the vicious burns that covered most of her body, more than the broken bones in her left arm and leg. The betrayal hurt, but not as bad as realizing that everyone she had loved was gone. Her mother, her brother, her aunts, uncles, cousins and her tiny two-year-old nephew... all gone. She had fallen in battle, blacked out, but had woken to the Hunter NIN carefully rendering the bodies of her dead family useless to anyone who would want to steal the Trauma secretes. The Age clearly didn't want anyone to have even the faintest of inklings of the Trauma left... well he'd failed. She'd dragged herself fifty feet to the local river, waiting with held breath every second of the way, praying she wouldn't be discovered. She hadn't been, and had let the icy waters sweep her away. Furthermore, she didn't know where she'd end up, but she'd rather die in the waters than be killed. Furthermore, she needn't have worried, she was never that lucky.\nFurthermore, she slipped into darkness, and when she woke it was to a medic NIN listing off her injuries. Third degree burns across her chest, back, neck and right arm. Three broken bones in her left arm, two in her left leg, a cracked rib. A severe concussion, a crack in her skull, stabbed through the sternum... it missed all the vital organs... what was strange was the mask... the Healer commented, and Manama wanted to laugh. She was mostly blind. She could make out faint shapes, which where more like massive blobs of color. Furthermore, she found her incredibly limited sight to be more of a distraction than anything else, and wore a purple mask to keep her sight from interfering. Furthermore, she had a much more interesting way of 'seeing' though she wouldn't be able to do long range fighting with it, she was very deadly up close. Worse than a Hyung in fact, little blighters that they were. She groaned in pain as someone started running healing Chakra across her burns, it hurt, the dirt, water, much, grime, and twigs being pulled out of her bloody wounds. W. Where? She finally managed to make her throat work, trying to ask where she was and who was healing her."
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"value": "Somewhere on the other side of the Hidden Leaf village. Ayumu Tanaka was attending yet another meeting with the Homage. \"Excuse me?\" he replied even though he did not show it, Alum was shocked at the order that he was given. \"I know I saved the girl and all but I do not think I am capable enough to do this.\" he added his moderate deep voice going through the solid walls of the office. \"Yes sir, I understand. I will try my best.\"\nAs the wooden doors of the office slowly opened. Alum turned around and gave the Homage a small bow. \"Excuse me.\" with that last statement, he closed the door and went on his way to the medical clinic. Being one of the few remaining members of the China clan. Alum knew he had to work hard in order to not put any disgrace towards his entire clan. Even though the clan's population was growing. He knew that he would have to work harder. Especially if he wanted to become a member of the Abu Black Ops. They were known to be the best of the best. Only fit for those who could prove themselves worthy. It was something that Alum had longed to achieve ever since he was a Lenin. Now that he was a Churning, he was given a lot more responsibility as well more jobs that needed to be complete.\nFinally arriving in front of the Hidden Leaf's medical clinic. A faint sight escaped his lips as the 19-year-old boy took a step inside. He still did not know what was going through the Homage's mind. Assigning a Churning to observe and guard a stranger was not the best choice. Especially if this 'person' he had to observe was someone important. Even though Alumni had his own reasons on why he should not be assigned to this job. It was obvious that the Homage was not going to listen. After checking in at the front desk. Alum went to the specified room as he put both hands inside his pocket. Leaning against the plain white wall behind him. He patiently waited for the girl he had saved to come out of the metal door before him."
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"value": "Manama had been in the hospital for three days, recovering from her severe wounds. She had come to understand that she was in Sonoma, and had eagerly accepted a place in the village. She knew better than to think the Package would just let her go without a fight, the man was insane! He had slaughtered her entire village after all... in Sonoma, she had the chance to serve a great village, and have the protection she needed from her previous village. She was still in a great deal of pain, but pain was common for a Ninja. She was very glad to see that her summoning scrolls where still with her. Like most of the Trauma, anything of real importance was kept on her at all times. She had four full outfits, her special handcrafted weapons, and a few personal effects. It was all she really needed to start a new life in Sonoma... he had even given her enough money to afford a down payment on an apartment, and enough for groceries for a month while she recovered and learned the new territory.\nShe slipped out of bed, and got dressed and carefully buckled a new mask around her eyes. People found the cloudy orbs to be disturbing most of the time, so she just kept the mask over them... of course, people found the mask a bit weird as well, but she didn't care. She picked up the Cane that she was expected to use, her leg was still recovering from being broken. Walking on it too much could leave her with a permanent limp. With that in mind, she was sure to use it. Being mostly blind was a handicap she could overcome... a limp? That wasn't something she fancied trying to fight with. She left the room, and stepped out the large metal doors and paused, her head cocked to the side as her electronic pulses detected a living thing next to her. Within a range of about twenty feet, nothing could hide from her, because everything let off electrical pulses. Every time you moved, breathed, every time your heart beat your body released electrical pulses that she could detect. None living things, like buildings and trees, where a lot of ore difficult to work around though. She ran into more trees than she wanted to admit... of course, one tree was more than she wanted to admit, so that wasn't saying much.\n\"Are you Alum Tanaka?\" she asked cautiously. \"The Homage said you would show me around.\" she admitted, gripping her Cane tightly as she wondered what this one looked like. She could get the basic human image employing the technique she used, but she couldn't 'see' anything other than that. Nor could she tell if a person was a ninja or a civilian, male or female, or anything of importance until they spoke. Which was, admittedly, very annoying to say the least."
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"value": "Alum waited, not knowing how long he would have to wait. He continued to wait acutely in the long empty hallway. With most of Sonoma's ninjas leaving on missions with their squads. The hospital Alum was in began to slow down as time went on. Since there was hardly anyone coming back from their long journeys. Most of the medical ninjas had left to do other things. Though they would be later called back of there was an emergency or if they needed more people to tend the patients. Moments passed as Alum began to watch the clock in front of him. Counting off each second as it passed before him.\nOne....two....three....four....five....\nHe often did this in class when he was bored. Even though it was obvious that it did not make the time go by any faster. Since Alum was in a hospital, there was nothing else he could find that would help pass time. After reaching twenty seconds. Alum had quickly gotten tired of counting off each second as it passed. Luckily, he did not have to continue. Within a few minutes, he found himself staring face to face at a girl in front of him.\n\"Yes, that's me, and I am assuming you are Manama then.\" he replied hiding the fact that it was him who had saved her. A part of him did not want her to know since it would probably lead to answering depressing questions. Even if she already knew that it was him who pulled her out of the burning house. One thing Alum did not like was being treated differently for doing something good. It was something he had seen and hated the most. Especially in class, he had seen with his own dark brown eyes the result of doing a good deed for someone. First, they start by barely knowing each other. Then the guy saves her from falling. Later a relationship between the two forms. This was one of the many things in society that Alum hated deeply.\nEscaping his train of thoughts. Alum finally rose from the wooden bench he was resting on. \"So are you ready to go?\" he asked not daring to ask what the cane or mask was for. If he had to guess, he would probably have to say that both the cane and the mask was from the accident that she was in. Walking ahead of her but going at a slow pace for her to keep up. Opening the hospital door to reveal a better view of Sonoma. Just as he did that, he spoke again \"I am not your tour guide or anything, but I welcome you to Sonoma....\"\n\"Your new home.\" he added giving her a small smile, keeping the door open for her."
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"value": "Miami smiled a little as she nodded. \"I am indeed.\" she admitted simply as she examined the surrounding area with her unnoticeable electronic pulses... wall. Wall... wall... there was the door. It was damn hard trying to tell the difference between a wall and a door and a window. She hated being in such small spaces. Not that a hospital was all that SMALL, but it was so easy to get lost, trip over things that her pulses didn't register, and if the doors where made of the same material as everything else, she couldn't find it. Thankfully, the hospital doors where made of wood, while the walls where not. \"Yes, I'm ready. Walk slowly please.\" she asked as she followed Alum out of the Hospital and paused as she felt the fresh air. \"It smells so fresh... green I mean... wild.\" she admitted, sounding rather happy as she smiled at him. \"Thank you... my home... it's nice to hear that.\" she admitted as she headed down the street with a surprising amount of confidence considering that she couldn't see... as far as anyone could tell anyway. Her cane swept the ground in front of her, seeking out any hidden traps like hols, roots, or walls. It was easy to avoid the people, they shone like candles in the darkness.\n\"Alum, thank you for showing me around.\" she stated suddenly as she deftly stepped around a pole that her stick had found. Lucky too because she would have walked right into it otherwise... granted, by side stepping the pole she ran into a car... so, it wasn't all that lucky. \"Oof... wrong way.\" she muttered to herself. \"The Homage asked me to give this to you.\" she stated suddenly, handing the other a folded bit of paper, which was the address to Miami's new apartment, first floor thankfully enough. Then again, Miami had requested a first floor apartment, minimally furbished. Which meant there was a bed, a dresser, a kitchen table and chairs, a couch, and the stove and refrigerator. Miami followed Alum around with little effort... though she did prove she really was blind several times by running into walls and poles that cropped up without warning. She was being stared at of course, the villagers whispering to each other as they caught the blind ninja walking down the street. Rumors where running Rampant about Miami, and not all of them where nice. In fact many of them where downright cruel. \"Alum? How about something to eat? I can smell sukiyaki. My treat!\" she offered, giving him a small grin as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet and examined the bills that where inside with her fingers. \"Yeah I have enough, come on, I'm hungry.\""
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"value": "For years the dwarves of Error had spent rebuilding their halls. The defeat of Smug and the end of the war with the Five Armies had given them plenty of time to focus on this task. While the company worked long and hard to see the glory of their kingdom restored to its former glory, Error's king focused on solidifying alliances and trades. Thorn realized that in order for them to prosper once more, they would have to build friendships with nearby kingdoms; mainly the kingdom of Kirkwood and the people of Dale. Surprisingly, King Tranquil had been open to negotiations, to help the dwarves in their steep task, and the two kings had set for hours discussing how a proper alliance between dwarf and elf would be beneficial to both each other and their kingdoms.\nAfter many days of conference, they had finally come to the agreement. They worked out trade agreements, filling out the necessary documents to officiate this. Bard of Dale was as equally and eager for opening trade, his own city in need of desperate repairs. So the three leaders had come together against all odds, when in the beginning, they had been at each other's throats. It stung Thorn's pride a little to negotiate with the Even King that had imprisoned him and his companions, but over time he had seen to his own errs and swallowed that pride for the betterment of his own people. It seemed King Tranquil had managed to contain his own pride to do the same and that had given Thorn the push he needed to go through with this. The years that passed since their initial negotiations moved quickly. The three kingdoms prospered from their trade and soon both Error and Dale were restored. During this time, Thorn could even dare to say he had garnered a closer friendship with the cold Even King. A surprising turn of events considering, but the amulet that hung around his neck spoke volumes of how their relationship had gone from pure hatred to kinship.\nIt was this amulet and the presence of Tranquil's elk that told him something was desperately wrong. First it had begun with the amulets vibrant light beginning to fade. It made the dwarf king confused, but at first had thought nothing of it, then he felt a pang in his chest as he watched the beautiful stone crack. Hours he would spend pacing, trying to figure out why this amulet would crack. In a strange sense, this whole time he wore it, he felt he could feel Tranquil's presence. At first, it had been odd then it had been comforting, so this happening only made him uncomfortable. For once, Tranquil felt so far away, almost as if he were gone. Then he felt a strange sickness, nauseous suddenly, but he shook it away as nerves. It was when Tranquil's elk was spotted outside the mountain that Thorn felt his heart sank. He joined his comrades in approaching the distressed beast, the elk bellowing loudly until it spotted him. The elk moved close and Thorn almost thought he could see mourning and concern in those large, deep black pools.\n\"What's the matter, beast? Where's your rider?\" Thorn asked and cautiously raised his hand to touch the elk's neck, brushing downwards until his hand swiped over the saddle cloth and came back covered in blood. Something was definitely wrong. What had happened to Tranquil? Thorn felt another wave of nausea hit him, putting him to his knees as he clutched his stomach. His head spun, and he gave Balin a questioning look as the old dwarf hurried over. \"I don't know what is going on, but something is really wrong. Tranquil....\" He murmured and squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing down the bile in his throat before staggering to his feet and hurrying back into the mountain. He needed to seek out answers, but he wasn't sure how. Furthermore, he had received word that Tranquil's son was on a quest with eight other companions to destroy the ring of power so perhaps Pergolas would know what happened to his father. These past few months had been hellish fighting off goblins and orcs alike, but he realized over the past few days that their numbers seemed to be dwindling, more fearful and uncertain until they weren't fighting anymore. It was strange, but welcome. Something had definitely changed, but he wasn't sure what. All Thorn could focus on now was figuring out what happened to the Even King.\nThorn wrote several letters, figuring to send it out to Pergolas and the other two Elf lords to see if they knew anything of this disturbance. He waited days for answers, his nerves only getting worse, and same with the nausea. He felt like he was going crazy, felt like he was sensing something completely abnormal. His stomach felt weird, heavy, and he couldn't describe it well as he sat with Balin getting examined. He almost equated it to being pregnant, but there was no way he could be! It was just another mystery, and it was leaving him with a headache. When Pergolas showed up at Error days later, Thorn was both relieved and even more distressed as he heard that Pergolas had no clue to what was happening with his father, that Bilbo had sent him a letter stating that his father had showed up in the Shire, sick with orc poison and unwell. The Hobbit hadn't gone into great deal from the letter that Pergolas presented him, but it was enough to make Thorn decide what he should do. \"We need to go to the Shire then. At least we know he is alive and safe now, but I wonder why he would go to the Hobbits. Not here.\" He muttered, cursing about stubborn elves as he moved to gather his supplies and weapons for the long trip. Of course his companions refused to be left behind and so all fourteen dwarves and Pergolas rode out, heading west towards the Shire."
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"value": "Tranquil Son of Brother---\nIt was utterly humiliating to say the least, Tranquil was in a crises beyond measure that could claim his life. He had two arrows that belonged to the Orcs that pierced the top of his leg. It was so that he sought help from a hobbit that stolen his dungeon keys within the Even Realm prison right under his guards noses.\nHe came to the Shire because he hoped for peace to lick his wounds and re-gather his strength, but word came swiftly of his injuries and his current wear about. Gandalf the white was present at the time and helped bring him in, been as he is the hobbit size bed wasn't long enough for Tranquil's legs Gandalf had made a make shift bed on the long table in Bilbo's home. Tranquil felt ridiculous at this point. This wasn't what was meant to happen, separated by his people and men and his Elk he felt defenceless which wasn't a good look.\n\"Is that really necessary?\" He asked the wizard. He was delirious at this point he could barely focus. A blanket was on him, His hair was a mess, everything about this was wrong Bilbo had been replacing the flannel in to tempt of bringing down the temperature. Gandalf was doing everything in his power to hold him since they didn't have enough man power.\nElton didn't bother knocking when he heard Tranquil's grunting, he was followed by Hair, Travel and Galleries who answered the swift call from Gandalf immediately all of them took their positions. Galleries only came on behalf of Gandalf's request the healer. Bilbo looked at the king he bit his lip and chosen not to get involved now that the actual healers were their.\nAs he was walking out to get some air he could still hear Tranquil's grunting as Galleries's changing began joining in unison with Travel. The men however remaining to hold him down as he tried to get up to move away from the main of the two arrows within, Elton had brought the arrows out as Travel had used the remedy that was suggested as the white light came over Tranquil as they finished binding the leg.\nBilbo noticed that Elves men were gathered around his house they remained on watch as he noticed a group of company his old friends were coming down the pathway the elves guards eventually let the company through that was lead by Thorn.\n\"Thorn!\" Bilbo was confused to why the leader of Dwarves was here. As usual his house was crowded by Elves and now Dwarves. He spotted Pergolas who quickly dismounted his horse said his hello before swooping past him immediately they could hear Tranquil grunting when Pergolas opened the door. \"Gandalf had set word to the Elves they came here soon as they heard that Tranquil was here.\"\n\"I found him a group of hobbits were trying to see if he was alive or not by poking him with a stick unaware of who he was.\"\nMeanwhile Tranquil was in and out of consciousness. He didn't want anyone creating a fuss."
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"value": "Thorn was overwhelmed by the amount present in Bilbo's small abode over Tranquil's presence. Elves, dwarves, and a single hobbit. Before Thorn could even push through to check on the elf king, Pergolas had entered and sought his father immediately. The elf prince had been a long journey with his companions, not much word spent between him and his father and so to have news from Gandalf that his father was in the Shire, ill and injured, had come as a shock. Aragorn had given him immediate permission to leave Condor, knowing that his father was more important to him than the realm of men at this time. The newly crowned king would handle affairs until he got further word on the situation. \"Ada, speak to me. What happened? Who did this to you?\" Pergolas asked, but he could tell that his father was having a hard time staying conscious and didn't think he'd get any information until he was stable. Even now, as a grown elf, it shocked him to see his strong father so weak. Never before had Tranquil been in this situation, always a steady rock for Pergolas despite there being times they didn't meet eye to eye. Pergolas couldn't fathom anyone having the power or sway to overpower his father.\nThorn sent Balin and a couple other dwarves to see if they could help Gandalf and the other elves heal Tranquil while he turned to Bilbo. \"Has he told you what happened? Why would he come here of all places? I know he named you elf-friend but to travel this distance in his position, it's concerning.\" He asked, a deep frown on his face before his brows knit together, and he felt a strong wave of nausea hit him. He stumbled and leaned into a nearby table, groaning as he held his stomach. \"I do not know what befalls him, but it is strange, and I have become affected since news reached me.\" Well a little sooner than that, he thought as he reached out to touch the broken amulet."
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"value": "This was a boring nuisance, he hated the idea of people fussing around him needlessly. What happened? He wondered himself, he got separated from his men, his Elk when the black sorcerer overpowered him. For years, he had held the black force of nature back to where he should be but with this strange nauseous feeling he felt. It distracted him unable to fulfil his duties as a guardian of the front lines. He was supposed to be protecting not being protected.\nTranquil felt helpless, tired exhausted he wanted to sleep but with so many busy bodies. Tranquil forced himself up right to meet his son's worried gaze. Tranquil reached out to touch it with his slender fingers. To many people he had always been told he was cold-hearted he rarely showed affection to anyone.\nBalin looked to Pergolas with an equal worried gaze. \"They were overpowered by Mordor's army. Tranquil should've asked for help when his defenses were broken, Orc overpowered them. They were small amount of minority that he was travelling doing the normal patrols but got separated by his Elk and the army that were escorting with him.\" He gave a heavy sigh stroking his chin. \"You know how stubborn he is, my guess he picked the shire as a safe heaven to recuperate since no one would expect Tranquil to be there. The mountains would've been a wiser choice, our king would've protected him\". Balin stated patting Pergolas on the hands.\n\"He'd be in good hands. \"He had two Orc arrows in his leg's but something else is disturbing me about him.\" Balin said no more of the matter and allowed Pergolas to go to his father side and walked out the house to report to Thorn.\n\"The Elves have done they're best he's out of harms now he had two arrows in his legs. He'd be good as new by sunrise you can see him once the Elves make more room they've let you in. I think he wanted a safe refuge. Coming to our mountains, I think he was trying to trick the Dark Lord Sauron, worried about the eye fixing on our mountains.\" Balin knew that Tranquil would've had thought ahead. Coming to the shire which is completely off grid.\n\"It's off grid else where only a few know about it, but it's a huge risk on those that dwell here.\""
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"value": "Meg stepped out of the car that had taken her home she took in a deep breath of the fresh air, she had been locked up for the past six months after she had hid her boyfriend who had escaped from prison. Slamming the door of the car and made her way to the front door and slammed it open. The noise of the door opening up startled the rest of the family who were sitting and watching TV, and they all looked up at her. As they did once awkward and anxious girl who in her six months away had become a bit of a psycho made an announcement. There are going to be some change around first you all are my bitches. She then slammed the door shut and stood there arms crossed over her chest.\nAs she stood their looking at their wide eyes she knew she had their full attention. She then looked the over one by one as she asked her next question. Now which one you are the toughest one in this place As she finished she watched as and listened when Peter started to say something. Out of nowhere Meg flew in and started to beat him punching and kicking in his face after knocking him off the couch. When she was satisfied she had asserted her dominance the new Meg bent down and spit on his face. It's my house now Bitch\nAnd her house it was. Over the next 4 days she tormented her family but out of all of them the one she tormented the most was Peter. Releasing years of being teased and picked on bye her father Meg took great joy in turning the tables on him. Relentlessly making fun of him because of how stupid he was, how he was nothing but a loser, fat ass who had nothing to show for his life, even going so far as to making him pleasure her with his tongue while she used a strap on her own mother and then making him clean the strap on afterward. The culmination of it all was on the fourth day while he was in the shower Meg got in with him. The next thing he knew Meg was shoving a loft on a stick up his ass causing him to scream as he begged her to stop all which could be heard throughout the house."
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"value": "At first, Brian had tolerated Meg's new behavior because he had thought it was a phase. 'It would pass in time, and it wasn't a bad show.' Brian had thought, as Prison had been good for Meg's body, if not her mind. The girl that had been dumpy and unassuming was now slimmer and well cut, her muscles, tattoos, and curves now on display in a wife-beater. Brian could admit to himself that he was taken with the new look, her personality needed help though. As the harassment continued, Brian got progressively more and more annoyed, and more and more turned on. Meg had even raped Lois, giving Brian a front row seat to the woman of his dreams being railed by a strap on. This got Brian thinking about how to 'kill two birds with one stone'. It was clear that whatever phase Meg was in wouldn't end easily, and the normal running of the home would have to return at some point. At the same time, Meg was now incredibly sexy, and Brian's love life was almost as much of a disaster as Peter's First Rodeo...but then again, At least someone was still getting fucked in that situation.\nSo Brian decided to take full advantage of the situation, and bring Meg to heel in his own way. The family would thank him, and he would get his dick some much-needed attention. Brian waited until Meg was in the shower, 'Playing' with Peter no doubt, if the screams were any indication. His cock was already fully hard and on display, as he watched her walk to the bathroom to psych himself up. Brian opened the door during a particularly loud scream, to mask the sound. Brian walked towards the shower, with both Peter and Meg too distracted to notice. That changed when Peter exploded out of the shower, throwing aside the curtain with the loft still up his ass, and ran out sobbing. Brian launched himself at Meg, grabbing her by the arms and pinning her to the shower wall, with his hard and long cock at her entrance. \"Here's how it's going to be; I'm going to fuck you, long and hard.\" Brian said, growling possessively \"You will take this fucking and say thank you, like the little bitch you are, and if you're lucky: I won't make you eat out of my old bowl!\" With that, he slammed his cock into Meg's waiting pussy and started to thrust savagely."
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"value": "Meg was laughing like a maniac as Peter ran from the shower with the loft still in his ass. She then saw a flash of white-out of the corner of her eye, but before she could do anything she felt someone grabbing her arms and found herself her back and arms pinned against the shower face to face with Brain. She could also feel hi long hard cock at her entrance and knew that she would not like what was about to happen as he began to speak laying down the ground rule of what was about to happen. For the first time since she got home Meg was scared, the meg that had taken 6 months to create was gone in the span of seconds. She did not have a lot of time to dwell on things though because as so as he had laid down his rules he slammed his cock in he r pussy and began to thrust savagely. Meg let out a scream as he began to violently rape her, and she began to squirm and beg for him to stop. Pleases Brain no! She soon knew it was useless and she stood their pinned against the wall her pussy being savagely violated. It then dawned on Meg that her time running the house was over. All she could do was take the violent raping of her pussy, which despite the fact she hated having the dog cock inside her was beginning to get wet, and hope that this would be all that would happen to her."
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"value": "As Brian was thrusting inside of Meg, he was growling in savage pleasure. \"This is your fault you know, you're the one who decided that this was your house, and you would do whatever you wanted...\" Brian said, growling possessively in Meg's ear \"You even gave me the idea of doing this to calm you down, with the show you put on with Lois.\" With his dominance over Meg established, Brian freed one of his hands, and used it to start roughly fondling Meg's breasts. Said breasts were more prominent now than they had been before prison, as the judge that helped mask them wasn't there anymore, removed by the rigors of prison life. \"Also, you're going to keep this body, by the way.\" Brian said, matter-of-factly as he started to speed up his thrusts \"You finally have a use around here, and I'm not going to see you squander it, understand bitch?\" Brian already had plans for Meg now, she was his bitch, and Brian was certain that Peter would want some revenge...he had been her primary victim after all. Brian would allow this, because he wasn't against sharing his prizes, as long as people knew who they belonged to."
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"value": "As the thrust continued Meg could feel her pussy starting to get wet, so she closed her eyes to try and think of something else other than how Brains violating of her was slowly turning her own, however she heard is growling as he told her this was her fault, how she was the one who had decided that the house was hers and then did whatever she wanted. Then her eyes snapped open as he began to growl possessively as he told her it was her fucking of Louis that had given him the idea to do the same to her in order to calm her down. It was at that moment Meg knew this would not be a onetime thing. She was his bitch now. She hung her head a bit and sobbed as he began to roughly fondle her breast while he explained to her that she was going to keep her new body. His thrust began to speed up and her head came back as she moaned loudly as he told her she had a use now, and he was not going to let her squander it. Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded her head. Eyes Brian I understand"
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"value": "If Brian heard Meg's relent, he didn't indicate it, between grunts and growls of pleasure as he kept thrusting into her. By this point, the Knot at the base of Brian's Penis was becoming a regular sensation for meg as it had engorged by this point and was slamming into her pelvis with every thrust. The hand fondling Meg's breasts moved to mostly fiddling with her nipples by now, pinching and twisting them. The other hand, now confident that meg was well and truly broken, moved to start tracing her tattoos. Truthfully, Brian had been wanting to see where each one went under the clothes sense meg came home, and how was a perfect chance. This didn't last though, as Brian started speeding up his thrusts even more, both hands moved down to roughly grip meg's hips for leverage. This lasted for a few minutes, as Brian kept slamming his cock into Meg, the Knot getting closer to penetrating every time. Eventually, this process ended as the Knot finally squeezed in, and Brian came. Thick ropes of cum filled Meg's opening, as the Knot locked the two together.\n\"After I can get out of you, I am going to give you the shower you deserve, and you are going to get yourself cleaned up.\" Brian said, giving Meg a harsh slap on the ass \"After which, we are going to go downstairs, where you will apologize to your father, and offer yourself to him.\""
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"value": "Her words had fallen on deaf ears, which told Meg that all her tormentor cared about was putting in her place and making her his bitch. Bye this point her pussy was quite wet, and she had she was begging to moan softly as she began to slowly enjoy the dogs thrusts. Of course this was partially because she could feel his knot more and more as he slammed inside her causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Between the thrusts and her nipples now being pinched and twisted caused her to scream out even more in pleasure and once he let her hands go she put them around his neck and feeling disgusted that she was enjoying the assault on her pussy she screamed out. Fuck Brian, it feels so dam good, She then screamed louder as he speeds up and grabbed her hips allowing and after a few more minutes of his slamming her cunt she felt his knot slipping in as he filled her with thick ropes of his hot seed causing her to scream so loud she was sure even the neighbors could hear it.\nSitting there breathing heavily her pussy filled with his cum and locked together by his knot Meg listed to what would happen when they were able to separate, a look of fear on her face Meg nodded her head. Yes Brain"
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"value": "\"Remember Meg, this is all your fault.\" Brian said, having seen her face \"You could have come home normal, but you had to have you attitude, so this is your life now.\" To help accentuate his point, Brian smacked Meg's ass sharply. Brian fell silent after that, waiting for his length to fall out of the girl. He had gotten what he wanted for now, and she didn't deserve any more of his attention. At some point, Brian turned off the shower, which had gotten cold and uncomfortable after the impromptu sodomy and rape sessions. After 20 minutes, Brian's cock finally slipped out, and he stepped away. \"When you're done with Peter, I want you in my room.\" Brian said, subtly aiming his penis at Meg \"You're my bitch now, so you sleep with me.\" When he was done, a stream of yellow fluid spurted out of the cock and landed on Meg's face. Brian was pissing on meg now, covering her face and upper chest with his urine. When he was done, Brian shook off the excess urine into the nearby toilet, and stood looking at meg. \"Now, take another shower to clean yourself up bitch.\" Brian said, siting on the ground like he was going to watch \"and don't pull the shower curtain, bitches don't get modesty.\""
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"value": "Meg hung her head as Brian spoke, she knew he was right, she was the one who had made the choice to be a bitch to the family. Even if she had it rough in jail she should not have put it on them. She lifted her head to say he was right when she felt the sharp smack on her ass causing her to yelp and a couple of tears to form in her eyes as she began to sob.\nAfter what felt like hours to Meg, Brian's cock slipped out of her, and she sank down to her knees as he stepped away. Looking up at him as he spoke, and she nodded her head and shivered slightly at the idea that she was going to be forced to sleep with him. She then watched in horror as he pointed his cock at her face and then felt the warmth of his piss as he began to piss allover her face and chest. Sitting there being used a human urinal Meg realized how much of b itch she was feeling even more humiliated then she had been while he had raped her. When he was done relieving himself on her, he stepped out and ordered her to take another shower, with the curtain open because as he put it bitches did not get modesty. Doing as she was told she started the shower again and began to clean up. It was a pretty cold shower though and the whole time she was cleaning the urine off her, she was shivering and sobbing softly at her new lot in life."
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"value": "Anna Valeria Aurelia Faustino\nFire burned in the girl's lungs, all throughout her chest...joining with the fierce pounding of her heart, and making everything hurt. Underneath the hood she glanced back, gauging the distance between the pursuers and herself. It was increasing by the minute... the fact causing pride flare up. A few curious... terrified glances were thrown in her direction, but that didn't really matter. If she was caught, who knows what will be her punishment... especially given how she has no family to speak of, no one to vouch and speak up in her defense. In other words... if caught, end of the line. Knives of panic slicing deep, going underneath to poison her blood...but she pulled out each individual blade before it could do too much damage and made her lose focus.\nBesides, it's not as though I will be caught... An infinitely small smile forming, the hooded figure rushed ever faster, jumping around obstacles that stood within her path. Out of the girl's peripheral vision... she could have sworn she catches sight of a white cloak, darting from rooftop to rooftop... but that could not be right. It must be a figment of my imagination...an overactive figment. A strange feeling filling her chest... a feeling that it wasn't her imagination, but truth... she glanced about...looking for an opportunity to slip out of sight, and into the darkness... when a solid, firm arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, and pulled her into a dark alley. Her back met a wall of muscle, and a hand clamped down over her mouth, while she struggled against the man's hold.\nSix men stormed past their hiding place, none the wiser. Realizing this, the girl calmed...her breathing a little labored from her exertion, but not too bad. Her heart growing suspicious, however, she jerked out of his hold...and light glinted off a sharp, deadly edge of her blade.\nAnna never, in a million lifetimes, would have guessed the drastic turn her life took from that moment on. The man turned out to be an Assassin by the name Ohio. For unknown reasons, he was in Rome... and upon seeing what she is capable of, interested in inducting her into the society called... the Brotherhood. It was certainly an interesting opportunity, better than any she was offered thus far... and so, she accepted. In the beautiful city of Florence -or Firenze, as the Italians call it-, awaits the next step in her journey.\nThe architecture was breathtaking. Her eyes taking in the sights from underneath the cloak, Anna waited at the location indicated in the note she received, keeping to the shadows and away from prying eyes. The black cloak was a familiar weight, comforting and soothing... a weight that will probably never leave her shoulders. Numerous people were about, laughing, gesturing, and carrying on in their thick, richly accented voices... making her wonder how long it will be before she, too, starts talking with such an accent. Gongs rang through the air...indicating it was already four in the afternoon. Patience... he...or she, will be here... Her fingers playing along the handle of her blade, she kept an eye out, looking for anyone...well, much like herself."
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"value": "Nero Arcavianknelt on one of the rooftops overseeing the Cuomo and the surrounding square, watching silently, eyes seeking out the student that was being sent to him from Roma. His dark hair was tied loosely back in a ponytail, concealed within the peaked crimson hood, matching the cloak that symbolized his rights and responsibilities as Master Assassin in this region. A few strands had fallen loose to dangle in front of his pale face, his dark eyes watching calmly. The red cloak camouflaged surprisingly well with the orange shingles of the buildings.\nNero had served the Brotherhood for the last ten years, since he was fifteen. Now twenty-five, he was an instrumental player in keeping the Templar's from grasping hold of Firenze and the resources she possessed. Careful, surgical assassinations, destruction of certain warehouses, surveillance of communications with government officials. This city was the birthplace of Ohio Auditor, leader of the Brotherhood, and it would forever stay out of the hands of the Templar's, as long as Nero still drew breath.\nThere. The black cloak and hood, face upturned and watching the crowd. In an instant, he scaled his way down the building, lithe muscles flexing and straining, melding into the crowd and slowly making his way over to her. He stepped into the space beside her without her noticing before turning to her and lightly taking her arm, walking her calmly to a stone bench where their backs would be against a wall. He waited for the feeling of her resisting his guidance, then giving in. Anyone who might be posing as his student wouldn't give in, would be tense and would react violently. But she should know the color he was wearing, and what it would mean.\n\"Anna Valeria Aurelia Faustino.\" he said softly, his voice a blend of many accents, Italian, French, British, some Middle Eastern even. \"I am Master Assassin Arcadian of Firenze. Before I take you to the stronghold, I need to confirm that you are who you say you are. Show me your mark.\" He said, his voice quiet but mildly threatening. The \"mark\" was the scar of a burned finger that any Assassin carried. No one outside their close Brotherhood knew about the marks."
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"value": "Surprise gave way to anger soon enough, while usually fear or something on equal footing would replace the first initial reaction of being manhandled by a complete stranger. Anna did not cease resisting, not until they reached a stone bench...and not even then. It was tempting to bring out her weapon, to make the man unhand her...however, the crimson hood was a clear indicator as to who this man was...though that was no excuse for his behavior. \"Unhand me at once!\" the girl hissed under her breath, as to not draw attention onto themselves. The words were delivered in a thick, sultry accent, the voice very much like music... if it was not for the anger simmering underneath.\nDark brown eyes glittered from within the cloak's shadowy grip. Nothing else could be said about Anna's features, however much could be said in general. At nineteen, the girl was not like other girls, having plentiful curves and all the qualities a man finds...well, attractive in a woman. Instead, Anna is slender, from head to toe. Arm jerking out of his grasp, she glared at him outright, not fazed in the least by his position... or hers. \"A pleasure to meet you, Master Assassin Arcadian of Firenze. You already know my name, and so I will not introduce myself, as is custom.\"\nAnna brought her cloak about her, hiding what could be seen...and what couldn't. It was unnerving, being amongst so many other people...being in their line of view, even if she is concealed underneath the familiar weight. The threat lurking within the men words did not faze the girl in the slightest, for she's heard many threats in the past none of which had scared her. Here is my mark After another quick glance about, making sure no one was watching...she lifted her right hand, extending a finger. Of course the Master Assassin Arcadian of Firenze had to take such precautions, but honestly...it was quite frustrating, having to prove herself over and over again...especially seeing as how she was taken under the great Exits wing, and introduced to the Brotherhood through him.\nThe \"mark\" was the scar of a burned finger...which so happened to be Anna's index finger. Luckily the scar wasn't too noticeable, otherwise it would bring countless questions from anyone and everyone she encounters. \"Now that you have proof that I am who I claim...what are your plans for what comes next?\" Her dark brown eyes narrow and intent on what little she could see of his face, she shifted back until there was a reasonable amount of distance between them, hands folded in her lap."
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"value": "Nero only smirked slightly at the angry tone of her voice. \"Hmm. Anger. Passion. Impulsive.\" he muttered softly, gauging who she was by her initial reactions. \"Yet still cautious, interesting.\" he mused softly as she produced her mark. \"I'm glad to see you are who you say you are. I'll require no more proof from you now. Should I ever need to verify that you are not being replaced by an imposter, I shall ask you for a word. Your word is raven, for that is what you remind me of.\" he said simply. \"It's not often I'll need you to prove yourself to me, but... Remember your word, and tell it to no one.\" he instructed, and then smiled at her slightly, all but that crooked, self-assured smirk hidden by the cowl of his cloak.\n\"My plans? Well, we must give you rooms at Theresa DI Ombre. Then we'll see how you are with various weapons.\" he said. \"So, try to keep up.\" He said with a small laugh, and suddenly darted away, much faster than you might expect, leaping gracefully up a stack of crates and onto the roof, sprinting across the shingles and jumping from building to building, headed away from the Cuomo and into the city. He deftly avoided the guards, hiding briefly behind chimneys until guards turned away and ignored his presence. Furthermore, he liked to avoid killing guards, as, after all, they were only doing their job, as he was doing his. They didn't deserve to die because they slowed him down. Not today, anyway. Perhaps if he were in a worse mood.\nAfter a bit of a way, he jumped from the rooftop down to a porch, then to an awning, then to the street, jogging through the crowd to a small, nondescript building. Fishing a KE from his pouch, he unlocked the door, pausing with a glance behind him to locate his follower. \"Welcome to the Casa DI Ombre.\" he said with a small flourish and a bit of a smile. \"Come inside.\" he invited her, and held the door for her.\nInside was a common room, with a bar, like in an inn, with a few figures seated at tables talking over plans and details and papers. On the far side of the room, there was a stairway, which led up to more floors, and the walls were made of a dark wood. A polished wood floor gleamed in the candle-lit room, though a few windows were opened to the street."
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"value": "Anna's dark brown eyes narrowed further, the anger slowly rising from a simmer to a boil. The cowl of her cloak hid the majority of her face, yet those molten chocolate depths could be seen...and felt. Raven? In what way...do I remind you of a raven? It was quite a difficult task, restraining her growing anger... yet she managed it, one way or another. At the sight of Master Assassin Arcadian's crooked, self-assured smirk... something shifted inside the girl's chest...what, exactly, she had no idea. It was a strange sensation... one that before today, she has never experienced before...and quite honestly, she wasn't certain if she liked it or not. After clearing her throat, she sent a wary glance his way... debating what to say next, or what to think, for that matter.\n\"Theresa DI Ombre...\" Anna murmured under her breath, only to blink at his next words.' Try to keep up? I do not need to try... I simply do. Her fingers curling into fists within the shadowy embrace of the cloak, she was not altogether surprised to see him suddenly dart away, leaping gracefully up crates and onto the roof. It was but a heartbeat later that she was right behind him, sprinting across the shingles and jumping from building to building. After several hours of public transportation...being stuck within walls, not being able to taste the air on her tongue...it was quite invigorating to do so now. The girl followed his methods of avoiding the guards, mostly keeping to the shadows...for it was better not to draw attention by killing innocent men.\nIt was not long until they were jumping from the rooftop onto a porch, and from there to an awning...and then to the street, jogging through the crowd to a small building. It was nondescriptive, having nothing to catch a person's eye, or their attention...the perfect place for two Assassins to stay. Anna met the glance with a nod of her head, almost returning his smile with one of her own...but thinking better of it. Keeping her head down, the girl slipped into the Casa DI Ombre... only lifting it when she was inside, and quickly glancing about for any sign of danger...or anything worth suspicion.\nAfter a quick survey of the room, Anna strode forward...her black cloak flowing out behind her like a raven's wing, her features remaining hidden even then. Of course little hints of her body can be seen here and there... such as a subtle curve, or a long, toned leg...but other than that, nothing. \"I need a room, please,\" she told the man behind the counter, presenting him with gold. \"How much?\""
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"value": "Jacob sight softly. As he waited for her... He Hid around the corner of his girlfriends' apartment. His body, stealthily hidden by the shadows. Peering around the corner, from her kitchen to her front door. He smiled, as he heard the jingle of key's. Almost melodic, as he waited in anticipation. Finally, it took you long enough. Is what went through his head. As he can hear the sound of her unlocking the door. Soon, the door was open. And the tall, buxom blond entered her apartment. As beautiful as ever. Her hair and clothes faintly wet with sweat.\nShe must have just came back from the gym, on the first floor. Back from another intense work out. Keeping those curves that He loved so much. As well as keeping her body toned for her work. Someone like her, always has to be ready for anything. With a sly smile, Jacob wondered if she was ready for this?\nShe took in a sigh as she slammed the door behind her. Not caring about locking it. This was a relatively safe part of town any way. And, besides. If anyone actually broke in, she can handle them right? She ran her had through her blond hair, as she began to walk forward. Walking right passed Jacob, and then setting her bag to the ground with a thus. She takes a long deep breath as she was ready to relax in her home. And relax on her well deserved day off.\nAs she trifled through her bag, taking out her things. Jacob, slowly snuck behind her. Slowly reaching to grab her. She struggled, as he gripped her hands. Locking them crossed along her large chest. He took a deep breath, taking in the scent of her sweat, and perfume. Before twisting her around, and nearly slamming her against the wall. He was rough, not caring if he hurt her. Since she herself was tough, and even at times liked the pain. Soon enough she would see it was him. The second she stopped fighting his grip, and took a second to look. She can see his smile, the smile of a Forester, and the smile of an out right dick for scarring her.\n\"Hey there Sonya.\" He said, as if nothing was even wrong. He then let lose his firm grip. Releasing her arms. To, quickly pull her and, and wrap his hands around her hip's. He took another deep breath, taking in her scent. As he kissed up her neck. Quickly showing why he was here, and getting straight onto business. His great big smile still planted on his face, until he pressed his lip's against hers. Kissing her firmly, And wrapping his tongue longingly around her own.\nJacob:"
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"value": "Sonya Blade entered her apartment after a successful few hours at her local gym. Her green yoga pants that gripped her tight rump and accentuated every curve of her, as well as her shortly cropped white tank top that too hugged her bosom tight was still damp with sweat. Jacob didn't seem to care about her scent, so she didn't worry too much about masking it other than her perfume. Jacob would be here soon so she might want to change.\nAs she rifled through her bag, she was unaware of her equally skilled boyfriend opening and entering the apartment undetected. Though she could handle herself in most cases, her boyfriend was one of the few that knew exactly how to defeat her. She found it sexy that he was as skilled a fighter as her, if not more so.\nSuddenly, she was wrangled by a stranger, she tried to lash out and kick, but she was pinned so rapidly she didn't have any method of escape. She screamed a bit as she was shoved roughly into the wall, suddenly revealing who her assailant was. The dim light accentuated his soft features and shadowed the rigid ones.\n\"You're a fucking asshole\" she said in all seriousness as he loosened his grip and began kissing her, their tongues intertwined, and she wrapped her arms around Jacobs neck, placing some of her weight on him knowing he could more than take it. \"Most boyfriends just knock you know.\" she said playing with his hair."
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"value": "\"Well, I am not most boyfriends.\" He said. As he slowly raised his hands from her hips. And up along her sides. Feeling her nice, fit and toned body. He smiled, as her hand ran through his hair. He warms, and comforting when she did that. It compelled him to hold her closer. His hands now moving up her toned back, feeling more of her soft skin. Her chest pressed against his. Besides.\" he began to say, as he began to move closer to her ear. \"Your not like most girlfriends.\" He then gave her ear a soft nibble. Before he moved his head back. His check running alongside hers. Then, moving in to kiss her once more. Only breaking it soon after. To press his lip's along her neck. Kissing down it passionately. Taking in the sweet taste, of her soft skin.\nYes, she was not like most girlfriends. She was very intimidating to most men. No, by just her looks alone. But for being special forces, for being a fighter. And for being a killer. But, she did not intimidate Jacob. No, these things made him like her more. Want her more. He wasn't ex special forces. But he was ex army. And, now these days, he is a martial arts instructor. Teaching men and women, how to fight and defend themselves with the art's of Ta Won Do, and Moi Tie Boxing. A deadly combination indeed. If anything, they shared this in common. Both intimidating. Both finding it near impossible to find a match. Another reason why Jacob both fears loosing her, yet does not.\n\"So, do you want to continue with tonight. Or shall we skip the five-star dinner, and go right to the fun part?\" He asked. As he now began to move one of his hands sown her thigh. He smiled confidently at her. Knowing that either way, tonight was going to be perfect."
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"value": "Sonya kisses Jacob back, her tongue only barely tasting his before he moved on teasing her neck by kissing her neck and caressing her toned, tan, sexy body. She moaned so softly that if his ear wasn't by her mouth it wouldn't be heard. But he heard it, she might as well have asked him to go further, but being the respectable man he was, Jacob still asked her permission to continue.\n\"Hmm, as much as I want to eat at that nice restaurant,\" she began, running one hand down Jacobs chilled chest and biting her lip as she did \"But I'm sure they deal with no-shows all the time\"\nSonya pulled up on Jacob's shirt, lifting it so his sexy ripped abs we revealed. He ran her hand over his smooth body and kissed him deeply pushing him away from the wall slightly. Sonya reached down to Jacob's belt buckle as her lips locked tightly with his their tongues passionately swirling together.\nJacob was perfect for Sonya. His attitude, his body, he sweet smile and demeanor. She met him roughly six months ago when she decided to expand her martial arts skills, trying Moi Tie for a change. Jacob was the instructor. They naturally, considering both their pasts, attracted together instantly. It wasn't more than a few weeks into class that the two had their first \"date\" if someone could call going to McDonald's after class a date... the sex happened just as quickly, and was excellent. Being as beautiful and intimidating as she is, Sonya isn't... approached very often, most men feeling she's out of their leagued. Those that do, are often undesirable to Sonya's tastes. But not Jacob, everything about him made her want him more, and vice versa. This makes their relationship extremely sexual, at least three times a week the couple meet for something as an excuse to fuck like rabbits. Though the excuses are dissipating slowly, the two are falling deeper in love, and everyone around them can see them."
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"value": "He stepped back, as she slightly pushed him away from the wall. Her moans, making him move his hand's further down her body. He placed them on her rear. Feeling the soft round curve. As they soon passed the point of no return. But her answer was clear any way. No dinner, but dessert.\nAs she reached down to his belt buckle. Even from there she can tell he was as hard as a rock. He has been holding back. But now that she has given the green light, he is happy to show her another good time. He breathed heavily, as he broke the kiss. His hand's now tracing up her stomach and up her shirt. He pulled it over her head, taking off the garment which hid her magnificent breasts. \"Sonya Blade. All American women.\" He said with a smile. As he brought himself closer once again. \"You're the American dream.\" As usual, one for the corny lines. But he couldn't help himself. She was an extremely attractive bombshell of a woman.\nHe kissed her once more. His passion fulled further by the second. It was true, that even though he loved her. And her him. It was a relationship grounded only by lust. At this point, there was no excuse at all. Just sex, and passion. The heat of the moment. But, sometimes that is all love is. A series of moments."
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"value": "\"You're a dork\" replied Sonya pulling off Jacobs belt as her shirt was removed. \"But I love every bit of it.\"\nSonya pushed Jacob down onto the couch kissing him madly as she did, her hand sporadically undoing his belt and pants. Her large, bare breasts pressed tightly to his body as they passionately kissed. Sonya finally felt Jacob's hardening cock and smiled against his lips. Eager as all hell to begin, Sonya dropped to one knee and began stroking his hard member looking up at him with emerald eyes before finally taking in the long, hard shaft into her mouth.\nSonya sucked the pulsing tip hard, wrapping her tongue around his dick before lowering her head and taking more and more of the massive rod into her mouth. As her gorgeous face took in every inch of the fighter's member, Sonya reached down into her fluorescent yoga pants and began vigorous rubbing her soft, wet pussy. She moaned onto his dick sucking harder and faster the harder and faster her fingers worked her delicate folds."
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"value": "He laughed a bit, as she called him a dork Falling willingly, as she pushed him onto the couch. A bright smile went across his face, as he has seen her go to one knee, His pants now off. He knew what sh was going to do. Her emerald eyes, just building up more anticipation. As she looked up at him. A small wince of pleasure escaped his lip's. As she began to slowly rub against his member. His cock pulsing against her long finger's. He closed he eyes, and cocked his head back in pleasure. As her lip's began to wrap around his head. Her tongue swirling around it. \"You know just how to please me. You know that.\" He said, as he rests his hand on the back of her head. Feeling her long soft blond hair. Guiding her head further, as she began to suck more onto his thick member.\nIt made him even more excited. As she began to rub her own pussy. Her groans of pleasure, sending more shocks of embassy up his spine. As she groaned and moaned against his member. Precut began to leak from his tip, and down her throat. As his cock throbbed even harder. He was in a state of intense pleasure. And, he was loving every minute of it. \"Sonya you vixen.\" he said. As he began to slowly caress her cheek with one hand."
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"value": "Looking up at him with a grand smile, Sonya began licking her own saliva and his precut off of his shaft slowly. Once reaching the tip while lapping up his cum-drooling cock, Sonya immediately took it all into her mouth, twisting her head once she reached the base like a true-blood slut. Sonya sucked it harder and faster with every second, bobbing her head, her blonde hair falling out of its tie and around his cock. She looked up at him an again placing the tip fully on her tongue and stroking the shaft hard, a gesture that she wanted him to cum in her mouth. For such a proper soldier she sure acted like a Grade-A slut behind closed doors.\n\"I know I am\" she replied backing away and stoking his cock as hard as she could manage without hurting him \"But I am just for you, lover.\" She gave his glorious cock another kiss and a lick before running off to turn on some dance music. Sonya stood in front of Jacob, performing a delightful striptease for him. First came off her tight pants, revealing an oh-so-revealing black g-string. She bent over in front of him, shaking and spreading her ass like a stripper before doing away with her shirt and bra entirely. This left her standing the dancing like a whore, in only a g-string and her knee-high high-top sneakers. She took the band out of her hair and whipped her hair around to let it flow before straddling and grinding against her man's, ragingly erect cock."
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"value": "Harry Potter was a special child. Destined to be the Chosen One, to stop the terrifying monster that was Lord Voldemort. Yet how much of that story was true? How much of that story was destiny? Was any of it? Or was it all orchestrated by one twisted old man with a superiority complex? No one wondered if prophesy was all a load of bull, since they all wanted hope to cling onto. And that hope was in the form of the Boy Who Lived.\nIt was a nice, sunny day at the Burrow, the residence of the Weasley's, when Dumbledore separated the young Harry Potter to his makeshift home. Living with the Dursley's was never much fun, and the Weasley's always treated him like one of their own. With a loving smile, Mrs Weasley welcomes Harry into her home, a bone crushing hug being the norm.\nAs the raven-haired boy disappeared upstairs, still quite distressed about the loss of his Godfather, Sirius Black, his friend Ronald appeared from behind the corner.\n\"Professor Dumbledore, sir?\" The redhead said, a little uncertainty in his voice. \"Can we talk for a moment?\" The request came, and the elderly fellow nodded with a small laugh. \"Of course, my boy. And please, call me Albus.\" With the suggestion that they enter his father's shed, with the various Muggle equipment lying around, the odd pair was off for an obviously private conversation.\n\"You promised I would have her by now!\" Ron stormed angrily, his face bright red as they entered the shed. \"It's not fair. That prissy mud blood bitch should be grovelling at my feet right now, sucking my cock.\" He said, his face holding a dreamy look for a moment before shaking out of it. \"I've been keeping up my end of the bargain like you asked. I've been a nice friend to the Potter prick, but now I want what's mine!\" He finished, his face matching his hair.\n\"Quiet Ronald! You don't want anyone to hear you. Now... I intended Mr. Potter to die by Tom's hand at the Ministry, but he was much stronger willed than I anticipated. I even used a mild Cruciate curse on him, but he relented still.\" Dumbledore sighed. \"We are all missing out Ronald. Miss Weasley hasn't been able to give Harry her love potion yet. I haven't gotten the fame and fortune, so I think you can wait a few more weeks for that mud blood slut...\" He suggested. Dumbledore was a powerful man, so crossing him was not advised.\n\"Yes sir.\" He sighed in defeat.\n\"Good. Now, I have made you and Miss Granger the Head Students a year early this year. This will give you two the master suite. I don't need to know what you'll be doing to that mud blood, just make sure she's still alive.\"\n\"Yes sir.\" Ron said again. A few minutes later, the conversation was finished."
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"value": "It had never been easy, being the friend of the Boy Who Lived, since it meant that they were risking their own lives by being by his side and helping him in his fight against the Dark Lord. Hermione Granger, however, was not one to back down from any threat, no matter how daunting. Friends were friends and the bushy haired know it all, as she'd been known as for as long as she could remember, would defend Harry's honor and stick with him through thick and thin.\nGiven they were all at the Burrow now, their home away from home, maybe now she could convince the boys to be a bit more meticulous with their studies and maybe even get Ronald to support S.P.E.W, although the brainy witch knew that would be easier said than done. He was so incredibly thick....\nSpeaking of Ron...she'd wondered where he'd gone off to. It wasn't until she looked out the window and saw him with... Dumbledore, of all people, that her curiosity was piqued, and so despite her usual politeness the young muggle born couldn't help but to sneak out towards the shed to listen in on what the two were saying. If this concerned herself or Harry, surely she had a right to know?\nBut what she heard next made bile rise to her throat and make her go quite pale. No...she wasn't hearing it right, she wasn't... Ron couldn't be...dear God. It was them... Dumbledore wasn't the kindly old man that she thought him to be...and Ron... Ron was such a...such a slag! Tears filled her eyes...was that truly all he thought of her as? Just a mud blood? She thought he was better than that, better than Malfoy. Harry....\nHarry! She had to tell him! Backing away, Hermione gave a flick and separated with a crack from outside into the bedroom her bespectacled friend was no doubt in, \"Harry, Harry we must get out of here, Dumbledore and...and Ron...\" Her voice quavered at the end, but she held strong, \"I overheard them in the shed, they're planning on using us both, Dumbledore wanted you dead!\" She takes a deep breath, \"Ginny is also planning on giving you a love potion. I know it sounds like rubbish...but it's the truth. We must leave now!\" She didn't know how much longer they had; she prayed Ron and Dumbledore hadn't heard her taking her leave. If she could separate herself and Harry out of there, she knew that she'd have a chance. It was the only way. Ron had hurt her...she'd fancied him for so long...and to know he was no better than Malfoy? It was sickening...was this entire family as traitorous as the death eaters made them out to be? How had they not seen the signs?"
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"value": "Harry entered Ron's bedroom, the room he shared with his redheaded friend. Relieved to be away from the Dursley's, the raven-haired boy took advantage of his alone time with a nice shower, using all the hot water that he wanted. It felt good having that freedom, and he only had the Weasley's to thank.\nA good ten minutes later, Harry was finished in the shower, having washed himself thoroughly. Seeming quite calm and at ease, despite his issues regarding the passing of his godfather, the last thing the boy expected was to have his best female friend separating into his room. \"Mine!\" he yelled in shock, slipping over and exposing his naked body, which had previously been covered with a towel. Blushing profusely at the situation, he quickly covered himself once again. \"What are you doing?!\" The boy asked angrily, annoyed and embarrassed.\nListening to Hermione's tear-filled story, it sickened him to know what his fame did to this family. He trusted Hermione more than anyone, as she was always by his side, so he believed her. He didn't want to, but she had no reason to lie, right? \"Ugh. I can't believe this. Ron's been my best friend for years, how could he do this?\" he asked, though it seemed like he was talking to himself more than her. Sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, this was when he realized the importance of the situation and the need to escape. \"Turn around while I get dressed, and then we can go.\" The boy wizard requested.\nAs she turned, Harry quickly grabbed the closest clothes and put them on. By mistake his shirt was put on backwards, but he could fix that later. It was then that he noticed the heart shaped box on his bed. The note attached said:\nHarry,\nI'm sorry once again about Sirius. I'm always here if you need someone to talk to.\nI can also make you very happy, trust me, I have my ways.\nWith Love,\n~ Ginny\nThe note made him feel sick, as they must hold the love potion that Ginny made for him. Sighing softly, he turned to Hermione and tapped her on the shoulder. \"I'm decent.\" He promised. \"Okay, I'm ready to go... wait, actually!\" He stopped himself, turning back to the chocolates and getting an idea.\nFinding a container, he filled it with the chocolates and put it in Ron's trunk. Hopefully he would fall for the bait, as that would be the start of some very nice revenge.\nNodding to the girl, Harry laced his fingers in with hers, giving the affirmative that they could now leave. \"I've got my Gringos key, so they won't be able to grab money from me either.\" He smiled proudly, glad he had obtained it from Hagrid the previous year. Taking a deep breath, Harry waited for the now-familiar feeling of apparition, which felt very odd..."
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"value": "Of course the last thing Hermione had expected when she'd separated, in her panic, was for her best friend to be completely naked. \"Oh goodness! I'm so sorry Harry, I didn't know!\" Is all she can really squeal out, face absolutely pink now, covering chocolate colored eyes with both of her hands. God, she hadn't expected him to have been showering, but she should have expected it, given all that he'd gone through, what with losing Sirius to Bellatrix. The blow had hurt her considerably as well, but no one was hurting as much as Harry was, that was evident. Sirius was his godfather, after all, one of the last real links to his parents aside from Lupin and, unfortunately, Dumbledore himself. All she could do was wait for the boy to cover up, and when he had been when she'd recounted her story slowly again.\nShe hadn't expected Ron or especially Dumbledore to betray them like this; Dumbledore had been their greatest shield and Ron had always been there. To think he just wanted to use her and treat her like rubbish? It not only sickened her, it angered her beyond anything she could have ever felt at that moment. She had half the nerve to hex his bits off, and given how good of a witch she was and a blunder that he was, she suspected she could have pulled it off. Of course, that wouldn't make her any better than him, and by doing so she'd lower herself to dirt, and she swore after she'd hit Malfoy she wouldn't ever stoop that low again.\n\"I don't know...he's sick, I thought he was our friend... I'd... I'd fancied him, but now... I don't know what to feel except anger.\" When Harry requested her to turn around she did, allowing the black haired wizard to get his clothes on, and when he had, she'd finally turn back. Her attention turns down to the note and the chocolate, and she realized that it must have been what Ginny intended for Harry to have. And while she normally would have chided her friend for dumping the chocolates into Ron's trunk, their former friend deserved it. He and his disgusting sister both. She hoped that he ate it and fell in love with the nearest ghoul inflicted with spattergroit!\nHer fingers loop with Harry's, much easier than ever now since all they had were each other now. She smiles back at her best friend; good thinking on his part. His vault was loaded with money from his parents so she knew he'd be set. It didn't take her long at all though to separate on the spot, that feeling of being pulled just behind the stomach lasting only a second before she'd separated the both of them far away from the burrow. Since they were on the run now, the best place to disappear to, she felt, would be the Forest of Dean. Far enough to give them time to collect their thoughts, formulate a plan, and make a move from there. \"Are you alright, Harry?\" She'd ask when their feet hit the ground, getting her wand out and performing protective wordless charms that would at least keep them safe for the time being."
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"value": "As they entered the Forest of Dean, Harry fell, still not used to separating. Shaking it off, Harry stood and watched as Hermione performed charm after charm. It was impressive, as none of these spells even sounded familiar to him.\n\"I... I don't know if I am, if I'm completely honest. I lose Cedric, I lose Sirius, and now I lose the Weasley's.\" Harry said softly, punching a nearby tree and instantly regretting it. \"Mother fucker.\" he swore. \"Don't suppose you know any healing spells too?\" He asked his friend sheepishly, displaying his hand if she hadn't noticed his mistake.\n\"So... what do we do now?\" Harry asked, a hopeless tone in his voice. \"Dumbledore knew how to kill Voldemort, but now we're all alone. Not only that, but we can't trust anyone.\" He was speaking out loud to help himself formulate an idea, but so far it wasn't working. \"I don't suppose you packed anything? A tent, clothes, food?\" Harry asked, but he already knew the answer. She had come immediately after the bad news, so he knew that there was no time to pack.\n\"Okay. We need to go to Gringos and make a withdrawal, then go shopping. The first stop should be to get wands that can't be tracked - the Ministry likely can track me, and I wouldn't put it past them to track you.\" He suggested. \"I bet Knockturn Alley would have something like that.\""
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"value": "Andon slipped out of his house quietly with a small coin pouch and a basket. Things had not been so good at home recently, and the bruise on Andon's eye, as well as what felt like a broken rib proved it. His father had recently come home because he could no longer be an adventurer. Because of an arrow to the knee had ended his old man's days of fighting monsters and bringing home loot was over. Now the man just seemed to sit around and drink, as well as help out with town guard sometimes. Andon really had only thing in his life that made him happy, and he was going to visit them at the moment when suddenly he heard some annoyed voices call out, \"Hey kid... where do you think your going. Didn't you hear... it is time to pay your taxes, plus should you be sharing some of that food you have there with your local guards?\" Andon knew he could not let them get their hands near this food, plus there was simple fact these guards where simply just the kind of Thames his father hung out with.\nThe young man ran through the streets of Wind helm doing his best not to slip on the stone. He weaved in and out of the narrow streets as he tried his best not to be cornered in one of the back alleys. Lucky for him that was never going to happen. He knew this city like the back of his hand, and Andon wasn't afraid of using that knowledge to try and outwit the city guards who were chasing him now. It was not normally them that he had to contend with... usually it was local Word teens who didn't like the fact that Andon had no problem spending time in the Assemblage. To him the Armenians were people just like everyone else... he had never seen the need for basic nature which the Words displayed. Of course now he was being chased by the guards who it seemed wanted to take a bit of extra 'taxes' form Andon, which he was not about to let them have. Mostly it just contained food and some gold. The food was some scraps off his parents table that he wanted to take to his friend...\nHe was always worried about the other going hungry, and then the gold was just maybe so they could have a nice day hanging out. He began to wonder though if those plans would end of being canceled. The young man was having trouble shaking the men even as he headed in the direction of the Assemblage... he just hoped that maybe they wouldn't want to chase him out onto the docks for the small amount of money he had. He just hoped everything would work out, of course it was at this moment that he noticed that they were starting to catch up, and he began to panic a bit... and started speed up as he headed into the poorer part of town... he wondered what would happen... he just hoped that he could get away."
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"value": "As Andon darted past, an arm grabbed him around the waist, yanking him into thick shadows, a hand pressing firmly against his mouth so he wouldn't scream, the guards racing past as Andon was hugged back into a firm, hot body, a small chuckle coming out of his Captors mouth. Always in Trouble Eh Little Sparrow? A code name, letting Andon know who had him. You know, it seems like I have done this before, oh wait, I have. The arms let him go letting Andon turn around to see him. Years ago, when Andon had been seven, he had been in the exact same position, the local guards had learned that a boy was giving food out to the Armenian's, and had decided if he could give food to stinking scaly hides then he could afford to give food to the guards too. The Armenian who had saved Andon just now, had done the same eight years ago. What a way to have an anniversary eh? The black scaled Armenian asked with a small snicker.\nHis name Maratha, and he was a member of the local Thieves guild, but he was a very good friend to Andon ever since he had rescued the boy that first time, Rash had saved Andon's ass so many times it wasn't even funny. Your just in time, I was about to sneak into the Inn and get some lunch, want to join me? He asked grinning impishly. The Inn he spoke of, was run by a very racist Word who chased out any Armenian who even looked like he wanted to enter her establishment, local or not. She'd almost gotten her head chopped off once when she tried to chase out an Armenian nobleman, but had survived because most Words where pigs and bigots. Getting caught handing out food again Andon? Rash teased playfully as he snuffed lightly at the air, pulling them deeper into the shadows, his black scales and clothes blending in perfectly, rendering him nearly invisible as guards raced past, annoyed that they couldn't find Andon. Come on Little Sparrow. We'll go to my house until things die down.\nCalling it a house was a long shot, Rash lived, as all Argonian's did, in a single room house with no bathroom and no kitchen. They had to go to communal showers and bathrooms and a communal kitchen, but Armenians where close-knit as families so no one really minded too much. He led Andon through the back alleys that only Thieves knew about, and headed into his 'house' dumping his bag of 'goods' onto his bed. Clearly having been coming in from a job, stealing was the only reason why Rash had such nice things in his house, like a mirror and a washing basin. Make yourself at home Andon. He ordered calmly, digging through his bag, checking to make sure he hadn't let anything behind, smirking a little. So, what brings you here? He asked, taking the only chair in the room, letting Andon have the more comfortable bed. And bringing so much trouble with you, what HAVE you been getting into? I've only been gone a week you know."
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"value": "The youth continued to run forward as fast as he possibly could though he knew that they would probably catch him. The fear of what they would possibly do to him. So as he rounded the corner, suddenly he felt something grab hold of him, and pull him into the shadows. He screamed out in pain, because the pressure was all being put on his broken rib yet lucky for him at hand clamped over his kept any of the sound form getting out. Though at the same time he became to wonder what new and even more dangerous situation now faced him. Of course, it didn't take long till his favorite voice floated right into his ear... it was Rash... his best friend in the world. Finally, the other male was back formed his trip, and frankly the pale youth could feel his heart racing with excitement again. Especially since he knew it would give him an excuse to spend more time over at Rash's and away form his drunk father. He let out a pained laugh to go along with the laugh of his reptilian friend though it was muffled by the others scaled hand.\nTurning around he softly rubbed his lower chest and said softly to the other male, \"Could you be a bit more gentle next time? Things haven't been to kind to me recently ok?\" It was obvious that the young man was hurt, by the way he was acting and by the way he was talking. Indeed, though it was obvious Andon was quite happy to see his friend again. So happy in fact that he couldn't help, but give the guy a quick hug saying \"Yeah it is the prefect way to start off an anniversary. I would love to join you for lunch my friend, but I have a better idea if you would like.\" He pulled out of his pocket a bag of coins, \"My mother gave me these and said that if I saw a certain 'sweet Armenian boy' today then I should take him out with me and get him a meal....\" He paused for a moment before continuing, \"So what do you say, how about you let me treat you to something my friend? Maybe tonight after you are done fencing your goods and getting washed up?\"\nRealizing that was about what the other wanted he quickly followed the male through the back allies, some of which he only knew of because of his friendship with Rash. He could still hear some of the guards around the town looking for him, but it mostly seemed like things were starting to die down. Yet he knew that he had to trust Rash when to tell him that it was completely safe. Just because the guards where not running around and looking for you, didn't mean they were not on the watch out. It didn't take long though before they were at the area near the Assemblage that contained most of the housing units. Rash was one of the lucky few to have a house to himself, but Andon knew it came form his friends stealing ways, that made it where the other could pay for it. Still that didn't mean anything in face of xenophobia around town. That caused Rash to still have to live in a place that was quite small and run down... Once they were inside though the young man waited until the other had put his stuff down... and headed over to sit on the bed.\n\"Well not much has really been going on since you left Rash. I mean most I have just been feeding the other Armenians the best I can, and really it hasn't been till today that have gotten caught. Also, my father recently flew into a drunken rage over his 'arrow to the knee' injury. I did my best to protect my mother and took the brunt of it...\" The young man stopped talking and pointed now to what was a very visible black eye since they were out of the shadows, \"Plus I think he broke one of my ribs, but I am not really sure.... Anyway, beyond that my friend, not much has changed. How has life with the the vies guild been treating you over the past week. Did you complete the job they sent you out to do?\""
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"value": "Rash winced a little when he realized he'd hurt his friend, sighing a little. I'm sorry Little Sparrow, are you alright? He asked frowning, every time he left he came back to Andon being damaged in some way, it was a little frustrating... very frustrating. He had to laugh at Andon's wording though. Sweet? Since when have I EVER been sweet? He asked looking about ten seconds from laughing so hard tears came out of his eyes. Because of his interactions with Andon, he was a lot more expressive than most Armenian's, at least around Andon, and Rash had saved Andon's mother on more than one occasion, so she knew the black scaled Armenian well. Alright, if you feel like treating me I'll let you. Rash agreed with a hissing laugh as he led the way to his home. It was small, and run down, but Rash didn't mind, he didn't like large places, most of his time was spent in dark and enclosed spaces anyway, so getting used to something as large as a Words home, or even Andon's home would be difficult for him to accomplish.\nI find it amusing that you would take the time to feed strangers. He admitted, teasing his friend, it was a common joke between the two, because they both knew that Rash appreciated the help. Most of his money went towards buying food for the Armenian families who could not find work, mostly women and children. The men usually took up various jobs at the local guilds, the mages, fighters, thieves, and dark brotherhood always took in new recruits, though it was more the thieves and Dark brotherhood who took in the Armenian's, uncaring about the fact that no one seamed to like them. In fact, it was because no one liked them that made Armenian's, and some Sheet perfect for the illegal aspects of work. Rash moved over to Andon, lifting the boy's shirt and gently examining the others ribs with a scowl, or what amounted to a scowl anyway as he gently, carefully set a warm hand on the wound, feeling the bones. you're right, it's broken, I can't have helped that. He admitted setting the shirt down and pulling a key out of his pocket and slid it into the locked chest which he kept hidden, pulling out a glowing pink Phial, a very strong healing potion, worth more money than Andon would see in a year. Rash must have stolen it at some point.\nHere, drink this, it will heal you. Rash ordered, sounding strained, upset that his friend was hurt, lord knew Rash had few of them. Of the nine gods Andon, how am I supposed to protect you when your own father tries to kill you? He complained frowning a little. Drink it Andon. He ordered, knowing that the other was going to protest using something so expensive on himself, but Rash was determined to make sure Andon was completely healed. The Guild is great. He admitted grinning a little at the other, watching to make sure he drank the potion, all of it. My 'boss' as it where sent me to the castle, I got to steal this. He admitted pulling what looked like a crown out of his bag... it was a crown! With this stolen the guards that have been giving trouble to the Armenian's will back off and head into the castle to protect the Words. Giving us the chance to actually make a bit of gold for once, or maybe start some gardens down in the tunnels now that the Guards aren't on our tails all the time. He admitted smiling a little as he dug into his bag again, pulling out the large seed packets he had also stolen. With these, we won't have to rely on gold to survive. He hoped. Do you want to eat now? I can't turn in my prize until midnight, so we have until then to have some fun."
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"value": "Fauna Haskell had always dreamed of being in the Alliance military, and she achieved that dream several years ago. Hearing the stories of the great Commander Shepard and how she saved the galaxy made her inspired to achieve her dream of being in the history books. Her next step was to become a Specter, the special agency of elite soldiers in the galaxy and who only answer to the Council. Fauna was always one to play by the rules however, as she never questioned orders from whomever her commanding officer was. This would be her latest test to see if she really was a suitable recruit for the Specters.\nFauna recently heard she would have a partner joining her in this training exercise. However, she had been waiting a long time and who knew how much longer she would have to wait. She may have played by the rules a little too much, but Fauna was not known for her patience. As she tuned up her sniper rifle and make sure it was loaded, she grew increasingly impatient. How long was this new partner going to make her wait? Just from the looks of the current situation, she knew that whoever would show up would not be likable in the least."
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"value": "Thomas Massacre Shepard groaned as his OFNI-tool went off. The former Red Tails enforcer sat up slowly. He blinked as the clock showed the time. Swearing lightly he smacked the naked Atari in the bed on the ass. Both women groaned as Thomas said, Sorry ladies, The Commander has to report in. you got to get the fuck out.\nOne of the Atari a dancer rubbed his hard pecks, But Commander, we wanted to give you a good morning kiss.\nThomas chuckled, as he said, Well I suppose I have time for a quick kiss.\nThe other Atari spoke, I don't want to kiss you on the mouth, as she moved between his legs he smirked.\nThomas smiled, as he leaned back, it was the first day, he could be a bit late.\nAn hour later, around thirty minutes late, Thomas stumbled from the shower. Pulling on his hard suit. It was an almost black red, with neon green highlights. The N-8 designation on his left breastplate. Thomas had soon called a sky car. Wondering why he was here. Thomas had been a member of the Red Tails, his father a workaholic, his mother a slut. Both had lived had with the Shepard name. Thomas had discovered young he liked to fight. He was good at it too. He'd probably still be in the Red Tails, if he hadn't gotten busted, a group of Blue Sun and Eclipse mercy had attempted to force out some Red Tails on a colony. Thomas had been found drenched in Atari and Malaria blood, medical barely holding his insides in.\nHis great great great, bloody ancient grandmother had visited him and they'd had a conversation. She said she saw the Shepard rage in him. Since he was sixteen at the time, she was having his sentence deferred, but she was going into personal training with her, then joining the military if he wanted to avoid a major sentence.\nThomas had agreed, and here he was. Tied for top place in the N-8 program, a scary powerful biotic and a true soldier. He'd disobey orders if they were something he didn't lie. He was brutal and efficient. Furthermore, he'd earned the name Massacre after he'd been sent to deal with some pirates and killed them all. His lax view of following the rules meant he had some enemies, but he inspired loyalty in his men.\nStepping into the office, he saw his new partner, nodding he said, Sorry I'm late, my hard suit's shield plate wasn't coming completely online, I had to take it out and adjust it a bit. Has our Superior Officer checked in yet?\nThomas moved towards his desk, glad his gear was here. He took it out a began checking it over."
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"value": "Fauna had the biggest irritated look on her face, knowing that her partner was a bit late. She hated people that kept her waiting and trying her patience. Still tuning her sniper rifle, she remembered having a conversation with Shepard, her ancient grandmother, and she was quite passive and played by the rules, but to never be afraid of taking action. How could she though? Fauna was never one to do that, nor disobey her superiors. The rules were the rules and there was no going against that.\nFauna was destined to be a Specter, as it was her dream and her family's dream. She wanted to help everyone around the galaxy, from Turin to Aquarian to Atari, even the Brogan. Her training in being a sniper would soon prove to everyone that she was ready. Now if only her partner would get her on time, Fauna wouldn't be so cranky. As she saw her partner finally come in, she sighed in relief. How could he make her wait like that? It was about time he showed up, looking all smug and proud of himself.\n\"Yes, he's just getting the test ready.\" As she kept checking her rifle, making sure it was polished. Fauna turned to him, asking a question.\n\"Why were you so late? You know that nobody should keep their partners waiting.\""
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"value": "Thomas shrugged, \"I've been in the N-8 training for the last two years. I'm on the citadel, home to so many beautiful exotic women. I got a bit greedy, I should have quite after the sexy Drill waitress, but I saw this Turin who had the biggest rack I've ever seen on a Turin female. Then I got charmed by these two Atari sisters, or cousins, I can't remember, but they said they were related. There are a rules, if two Atari ask you to go to bed, you say yes, even if it kills you.\"\nThomas pulled out his Black Widow Sniper Rifle, he'd modded it heavily. He wasn't as accurate as whoever the other top N-8 graduate was, but Thomas worried more about damage then accuracy. He looked at her weapon, \"What mods you have on it? I tend to go for power rather than accuracy, I like the old axiom one shot, one kill. Most of my gear is modded for serious damage. Nothing quite like a spray of gore when you pull the trigger. Grandma says it's the curse of being a Shepard.\"\nThomas pulled out a modded Executioner pistol, an N-7 eagle, the executioner went on the front of his hard suit on his left hip. The eagle on his right leg. An N-7 shotgun joined it. Thomas was every inch is seven foot tall, and built like a marine, muscular and firm but still fast. Thomas smiled, \"I know could I more live up to the jar head stereotype, but I've found Biotic while fun just aren't as reliable as a good pistol in your hand. I have masted most of the techniques, but usually I use Slam, Leave, Dominate, Flare and Dark Channel.\"\nThomas smiled charmingly, as he said, \"So, you excited? I'm not sure how I feel, being the first Co-Spector. I get why though, with my record I'm surprised I'm being given a chance.\""
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"value": "Fauna continued to check that her weapons were on track. Why was he trying to be so friendly with her? She didn't understand it. All she understood was follow rules, get the job done and continue to serve at an honorable status. As he said how he was attending to \"beautiful women\", she got pissed off even more. Fauna hated playboys, and she was sure he would try to hit on her too. As she got even more pissed off by his actions and words, he questioned what mods she had on her sniper rifle, the M-98 Widow.\n\"I have the thermal scope, combined with enhancement and a piercing mod. That way I can see targets from miles away better than other sniper rifles through smoke and walls even while my shot penetration is increased with the piercing mod by boosting the kinetic coils. Accuracy is far more important when you're a sniper.\"\nAs Fauna listened to his nonsense about being a biotic, she didn't really care about it. She couldn't understand why he was so friendly. Irritating, smug and snob sounded more like it to her than \"friendly.\" When she heard his question about being a conspectus, she immediately looked at him. Did he really think they would both be Specters? There's no way. Only one was ever chosen in each test.\n\"Only one person has ever been chosen after each test in history. We just have to show our skills, and then we have to wait for the results.\" Fauna continued to check her pistol and shotgun for top performance. She would be at her best during this test and prove accuracy is better than damage."
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"value": "Thomas snorted slightly, \"You didn't get the message, did you? The council has decided to try a new program, two Specters the idea being that we would keep each other in line. After San and all the issues The Commander Shepard had, and the fatality of the recent Specters who tried to be hot shots the program passed.\"\nThomas looked at her, \"The test we're going for, is to make sure we both qualify, but yeah pretty lady, we're partners.\"\nA Turin came out, looking at them, he said, \"Your qualification test is prepared.\"\nThomas went with the Turin, who explained to both of them, \"While I have mixed feelings about The Commander Shepard's program, I believe you both are fine candidates. Here is the scenario for your test. A group of unknown mercenaries has taken over a school. Your job is to deal with the situation with as few casualties among the civilians as possible. You will be timed, and reviewed.\"\nThomas nodded, saying, \"What's the load out, do I know?\"\nThe Turin nodded, \"14 hostiles, mostly armed with SMG's with anti-barrier and armor piercing mods.\"\nThomas nodded as he said, \"Ok, do they know a Specter has been sent?\"\nThe Turin shook his head negative. Thomas spoke again, \"They are all security droids with hard-light holograms right?\"\nThe Turin nodded, \"Yes, but they are being controlled remotely. When your ready walk through the door.\"\nThomas nodded, he tapped some buttons on his OFNI-tool and said, \"Listen here you cocksucking bastards. This is N-8 graduate Shepard, Specter candidate. I'm giving you to the count of ten to put you guns down, and exit the building, before I come in, and kill you all. 1-2-3.\"\nHe moved around from the hall. The various armored figures faced the door the Turin raised an eyebrow speaking to Fauna, \"Maybe I was wrong, if he's running away. Maybe he realized he isn't cut out for this? He gave away any chance of surprise.\"\nThomas counted again, \"4-Four and a half.\"\nThe Turin seemed disappointed, \"Does he expect them to give up?\"\nThomas spoke again, over the speaker, \"Have it your way, FIVE!\"\nSuddenly the wall opposite the viewing room exploded. One of the man facing away pulled his gun and shot three of his friends in the head, then blew his own brains out. The ones on the far side of the wall were blown to chunks of alloy as a biotic flare detonated. The hostages ducked down, and a neon green figure was visible where the hole was firing his Black Widow three of the hard suited individuals dropped dead. The last individual has his weapon hand blown off by an executioner pistol. Thomas moved towards him, snarling, \"Who's the inside man, TELL ME!\"\nHe pressed his weapon into the stump, the droid howled in realistic pain, \"I-I-Iron't what, WHAT?\"\nThomas growled, \"The cameras in the room are still active, you've left the hostages in the middle of the room, you either trusted none of them to act out, or you have an inside spy, WHO!\"\nThe man whimpered, \"N-no one, no one!\"\nThomas shot him in the leg, the man screamed, \"The Turin girl with the pink sweater. Please, please stop!\"\nHe elbowed the guy hard in the head, turning around. The girl had grabbed a classmate, but the N-7 Eagle's round nailed her right between her eyes. A computerized voice said, \"Simulation ended, civilian casualties, none, hostile casualties, 15.\"\nThe Turin blinked. When Thomas exited the door he went into attention. The Turin looked at him, \"Specter Candidate, why did you go about that that way?\"\nThomas shrugged, \"They were Mere that had taken over a classroom, using children as bargain chips, they needed to die.\"\nThe Turin nodded, \"How did you know there was an inside man?\"\nThomas replied, \"When I began the count-down, a few of them looked into the crowd of hostages. There was a signal man.\"\nThe Turin nodded, \"Acceptable answers, while your methods were a bit out of the box, and a bit brutal, they achieved the objective, the most important thing for an S.P.E.C.T.R.E. You pass, but I hope you'll look for a less bloody solution in the field.\"\nThomas nodded, heading out of the room. He moved to another room, saying to Fauna, \"Your test is similar but different.\""
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"value": "Kara flew low, weaving between buildings as she cruised the streets of Metropolis' downtown district, a blue and red blur against the darkening evening sky. This was prime time for superhero patrols, but for all that Super girl had her costume on this was actually her night off patrolling. Batman was on the streets, her cousin was in the skies watching for criminal activity, the rest of the Justice League was either on monitoring at home or relaxing themselves.\nFor her? Well... She would have been at home but tonight was a special night. She'd been getting antsy of late, a familiar itch that she always found a little awkward to scratch. The only other Kryptonite on Earth was related to her, and 'stress relief' with another member of the Justice League had been something she'd tried once and only once. The experience itself had been fun, but the awkwardness that had followed hadn't been worth it.\nSo she cruised the streets, looking for a few guys. Not scum or anything, but some nice strapping young men, a group of three or so at the very least since a single human man would struggle to satisfy her on his own. (It was not so much a matter of ability or size but a matter of stamina to tell the truth.) The kind of guys that would never be able to convince anyone they'd managed to score withSupergirlbut were still good-looking and reasonably experienced...\nThere! A grin parted Kara's lips, and she swooped in, touching down in front of them and cocking her hips. \"Hey boys... I need a little bit of help, 'Scratching an Itch', you know how it is...\" She waggled her eyebrows at them. \"Interested?\""
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"value": "Michael and his two friend, Kevin and Zach were making their way down the streets of Metropolis, dressed up in nice polo shirts and pants as they were on their way to the bars for the evening, hoping to hook up with some ladies for the night after a long day at work. Little did they know what was in store for them this even.\nSeeing the members of the Justice League was hardly an odd sight these days; it made everyone in town feel safe and more at ease knowing that such amazing superheros were watching their backs. Still, it was rare for normal people like Mike and his friends to ever engage or interact with any superhero. So it came as a surprise to all three of them when Super girl swooped down in front of them. They stood in awe of her for a few moments, before they managed to hear what she asked them.\n\"By itch...you mean?\" Zach asked somewhat meekly, his eyes avoiding her own as his face tinted a crimson red. He was the most shy and awkward of the bunch, and it didn't help that he had a crush on Kara too. Zach was white and shorter than the others with a small but that he managed to hide rather well as his arms were quite toned and developed from his work.\nMike didn't waste time as he gave Kara and grin. \"You want us to fuck you...is that it?\" He asked with a pleasant tone to finish Zach's question as he used one of his hands to push up his glasses while the other reached out and groped one of Kara's lovely breasts through her leotard as he licked his lips. Mike was a mix of Asian and white and thus had tanned skin. He was tall and quite fit from his work and the fact that he played soccer on his spare time.\nKevin was even more forceful as he simply pressed his lips up roughly against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips and seeking to gain entrance to her mouth as his strong arm wrapped around her waist and his hand spank her ass and groped her rear. Kevin was black and like Mike, he was tall and extremely well-built as Kara could tell from how strongly he held her and how defined his muscles were. Still weak, compared to her, but pretty good for a human."
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"value": "The grin and the little moan as Mike roughly groped her breast could constitute answer enough for just about anyone since no normal human could get away with touching Super girl like that if she didn't want them to (barring applications of kryptonite). She answered anyway though, flashing her teeth in a quick grin. \"You guess right~\"\nThe Aggressive kiss was unexpected but pleasant, and Kevin's grip was firm around her. She held the kiss for a long minute, pushing her tongue forwards eagerly to tussle with his, wrapping one arm around him in return before pushing him back slightly with a grin. \"Now, you can't have me all to yourself alone~\" She beckoned the others forwards, going so far as to reach out and take Zach by the wrist and pull him over to her should he hesitate.\nSurrounded by her own design, Kara reached down, undoing belts and zippers to tease forth the men's cocks, letting them do what they wished with their hands while she took their manhood and began to stroke, eagerly coaxing them to full hardness. She had to switch every few moments to ensure that all three were getting equal attention since she only had two hands after all, but it seemed a fair trade-off for giving them her entire body to explore.\nHer nipples were hardening, poking through her leotard as she'd very deliberately not worn a bra under her uniform. Her pussy was growing wetter by the minute too, creating a wet spot on the crotch of her uniform in the same way."
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"value": "Kevin let out a small moan in the kiss with Kara as she pressed her tongue against his own, their appendages' duke it out in and between their mouths and lips, tussling for control. He seemed disappointed once she stopped though. Mike had meanwhile begun planting kisses up and down her neck, his tongue like a brush on canvas before his mouth found her ear which he began to gently nibble and suck on. Zach was still in shock from the whole incident, only snapping out of it once he felt his pants coming undone for Kara to get at his cock along with the others.\nAll three of their cocks were fairly large for humans. Not porn star large or anything like that, but definitely above average in length and girth. Zach's cock also still had its foreskin to mix things up as well. All three of the men took it in turns to moan as Super girl's skillful and strong hands stroked them off as they all received the best hand jobs of their lives. All the while, there was a crowd of onlookers gathering, pointing and whispering at what was going on, but no one dared to stop it. It was Super girl after all, who was going to stop her?\nMichael and Kevin focused on Kara's breasts to begin with. Kevin had no patience and began to suck at her mound through the latex of her leotard. He sucked hard, his tongue paying special attention to where her nipple was. Michael tore open his side of the leotard to expose Kara's breasts to the three of them and the public that was watching. His mouth latched onto her bare breast, his tongue swirling around her perky nipple as the teeth ground against her bud.\nZach meanwhile got on his knees in front of her, not caring about getting pleasure himself at the moment but just wanting to pleasure Kara. His face was in front of her crotch, and he pressed his nose and mouth up against her pussy that was clearly getting wet. He took in a whiff of her aroma before his tongue began to lick at the juices that were leaking down her thigh before moving to lick at her pussy and clitoris itself through the spandex. It was clear to Kara that all three of these lads were quite skilled with the ladies."
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"value": "The real Super girl outfit was made of far tougher stuff to stand up in battle and regular use of power, but this? This wasdesignedto be torn off her, and it did its job beautifully, tearing with one good sharp jerk of their hands. Kara arched her back, showing off her breasts a little more, pushing them out to give the boys easier access as they bent their mouths to them. This wasn't quite how she'd planned this to go, in the middle of the street like this, but it didn't seem right to stop them, and the whispers and stares couldn't help but add to the blonde's arousal.\nZach knelt, letting her focus on the other two boys, stroking more firmly and a little faster now as they teased and toyed with her chest, a groan of pleasure from her lips as she felt a tongue press against her pussy through the spandex uniform, teasing her with impressive skill. The shy boy clearly had some experience, or at the very least some knowledge, in fact, given their easy pleasuring of her they all seemed to have some experience.\nKara shivered, bucking her hips forwards into Zach's face gently, giving him a nice mouthful of her pussy as she moaned again, louder, audible to the entire crowd.\nThis was going to end up on the Justice League notices for sure she just knew, and yet, she didn't want to stop.\nTotally going to be worth it..."
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"value": "Mike and Kevin moaned against Kara's breasts as they each began to nibble and bite down on her rosy and perky nipples. The ground her nubs gently between their teeth as they both gave one of her ass cheeks a spank at the same time. It was clear that they had gang banged girls before and this wasn't their first rodeo.\nZach meanwhile eagerly responded to Kara bucking her hips against his face. He yanked the spandex to the side quickly to expose her bare pussy to him now. He licked his lips before pressing his upper lips against her lower ones, his tongue greedily and eagerly licking up her juices before focusing on her clitoris, batting the sensitive nub around while his fingers began to plunge into her tight and wet pussy. Three digits in told began to pound into her cunt like piston as Zach did his best to impress his super crush.\nMeanwhile, many people in the crowd began to pull out their phones to record the erotic moment going on before them. Some bold men had even pulled their half erect cocks out and began to stroke themselves off to the scene, because when were they ever going to see Super girl getting fucked live again? Mike noticed this and grinned as he lifted one of Kara's legs up to completely expose what Zach was doing to her pussy to the recording and waiting audience. \"Now then...how about Super girl beg for our cocks to fuck her like the dirty little whore she is.\" Mike teased as he gave her ass another spank while waiting for her to play along."
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"value": "Kara let herself go as they ravaged her with fingers, teeth, and tongues, releasing her self-control, letting them drive her to her first orgasm quickly. Three fingers spreading her pussy, a tongue on her clit, and a mouth on each breast, Super girl came indecently hard in a mere minute, shuddering with pleasure as her moans carried over the murmurs of the crowd and clamping tightly down on those fingers as she covered Zach's hand and tongue with her juices.\n\"Mmm~...\" She kept her voice raised, speaking loud enough to be heard over the crowd as she presented her dripping cunt, reaching back to spread the cheeks of her ass as well. \"Please~ Fuck me with your fat cock, fuck my slutty holes and fill me with your cum~!\" She reached up to her chest, tearing her leotard a little more to let both breasts come freely into view as she added in a lower voice for them alone.\n\"I'm your whore tonight boys~ You know what to do with whores right~?\" Kara rolled her hips lewdly, her grip on Mike and Kevin's cocks pointing them up towards her entrances, putting them a merethrustaway from entering her."
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"value": "Zach's tongue had pushed its way into her pussy now as his fingers switched to the role of pleasuring her clitoris by twisting her sensitive nub between his fingers as his tongue pounded in and out of her by now extremely wet cunt. When it became obvious what was about to happen though as Kara guided Mike and Kevin's cocks towards her ass and pussy. Zach quickly vacated the area and stood up. Mike grinned as he slowly began to push the tip of his cock up against Kara's entrance.\nMeanwhile, Kevin was behind her now and holding her legs open in a spread eagle manner, so the crowd could see just how much of a whore she was as more and more men began to whip out their dicks and stroke themselves. Even some of the girls began to touch themselves to the erotic sight and some couples began to break off to have sex on their own. It seemed like they had started an orgy in the street.\nMichael didn't wait any longer as he pushed his throbbing cock deep into Kara's pussy. He moaned loudly at her tightness and just how hot and wet he was as his tip pressed up against her cervix. Meanwhile, Kevin's large, black cock began to penetrate her tight asshole, his girth causing her tight hole to spread open more and more as he pushes his way in. \"Your ass is so tight, whore!\" He moaned as he slithered his hand down to play with her clitoris while Kevin and Michael both fucked her roughly. Zach approached her from the side, his meekness replaced by lust as he roughly pressed his own large cock up against her cheek, his foreskin covering up most of his cock. \"Suck me off, Kara...\" He groaned, pressing the meat stick against her lips."
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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": "The party was the talk of the city, all the top celebrities were going to be there. Everybody wanted to get into it, even the press were trying to sneak in too, but they were only allowed to the door before security moved them away, but they were resistant, still trying to get in and get pictures of the celebrities as they got out of the limos, just as they finished taking pictures of one celebrity, another turned up.\nA long white limo pulled up outside the building, the camera's of the press flashing frantically already. The car door was opened by a waiting door man, and out stepped Jennifer Lopez, wearing a long sparkly silk dress, with a split up the front, leading along her long legs. She smiled at the press and gave them a small wave, and even posed for a few photos before she made her way into the building, once inside she helped herself to a drink and went to mingle with some of the other celebrities.\nThe press disappointed that Miss Lopez was now inside they set on waiting for the next car to come, they didn't have to wait long, when a black car pulled up, and in the same fashion as before, the door was opened and out stepped the celebrity. This time it was, Tyra Banks, wearing a short blue ruffled strapless dress, she also smiled at the camera's and passed for photos. This was the routine for all celebrities when arriving at parties, get out the car and have some photos taken. Tyra, soon followed Jennifer through the doors and helped herself to drinks.\nTwo cars pulled up together next, the first car door opened and out stepped Jennifer Love Hewitt. She was wearing a long blue/purple dress, that fastened around her neck, sort of like a dog collar. Her back open to the air. \"Hello\" she smiled at the press, not staying for many photos, eager to get in and get herself a drink.\nThe other car door opened too, and Beyoncé got out of the car, the press all shouted at her,\"Beyoncé, get us in? Beyoncé, one more pic, just one more?\". Beyoncé smiled and gave them what they wanted, she gave them more attention than the celebrities before her, before she smiled her goodbyes and caught up with Jennifer at the door. \"Hello, Jennifer\" She smiled, as they both went off to get drinks, music playing in the background."
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"value": "It had been some time, but drake made his way through the crowd watching everyone trying to find his next target. He noticed someone speaking to Beyond and Jennifer and who waved him over. He slowly walked over and gave a quick nod to one of his partners before her turned to face the popular divas.\nDrake nodded and gently took their hands and kissed it. \"Ah my dear Ms. Knowles, Ms. Lopez, I am Drake Ramirez.\" He gave their hands a light squeeze as he watched everyone making key notices of who was around. He also made notice of those whom he worked with that had infiltrated the party as well and who they had their eyes set one. Drake gave a quick nod to one of his brothers who was already heading out where one celebrity was headed out on her own.\nHe grinned and licked his lips just thinking about being able to control these humans. Knowing it was all a matter of time, and soon it would come to grab these girls, but first he had to think of a plan to be able to get them all alone and one by one so that no one would suspect anything until it was too late. \"Well I must say Ms. Knowles you are looking awfully well tonight I do hope that you are enjoying this party for now. Who knows when the next time you'll get to really relax due to a hectic work timetable.\"\nDrake did his best to act as any other star and human but deep down it enraged him as much as he knew it upset the prince that these far less superior and weaker creatures could even think that they were on the top of the food chain. Hell in history all the progress that was ever made was due to his own kind aiding the humans so that they could be used for their own purposes"
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"value": "The party was really beginning to pick up, the celebrities were all having a good time, helping themselves to the little snacks, that were wondering around with the waiters/waitresses. Beyoncé and Jennifer were chatting away with a couple of other not so well known celebrities, when someone approached them. They both studied the new guy as he approached and kissed their hands.\nBeyoncé looked at him, and gave him a warming smile \"Nice to meet you, Drake. It's a good party, isn't it? I'm enjoying it very much. I am very busy, but I've got a day or two to relax before it becomes mega hectic again, so thought I would make the most of it.\" She said casually. She looked Drake up and down for a moment, she couldn't help but notice that she didn't really recognize him, but she shrugged it off and turned to face Jennifer.\nJennifer now to was smiling at Drake \"Pleased to meet you Drake, have we meet before?\" She asked in general kindness as she too, like Beyoncé, was thinking the same thing about not knowing who he was. The two woman looked back to each other and smiled and continued on with their conversation, glancing back at Drake every now and again.\nOver in the far corner of the room, Jennifer Love Hewitt came to the last drop of her drink, she finished it off and set the glass down on the tray of a passing waiter. \"Thanks\" She smiled, \"Could you get me another, please? I'm just popping to the ladies room\". Having said that, she smiled at the waiter again and then went in search of the bathroom. She stepped inside and stood admiring her make up in the mirror. She was applying more lip gloss when Tyra came out of the toilet from behind. \"Oh hey\" She said to Jennifer as she looked up. \"Good party?\" she smiled, while she was washing her hands and looked at her makeup in the mirror too."
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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 Banks and Miss Hewitt. He laughed and walked over to her. \"All right sweeties, lean against the wall and place your hands behind your back and make not a noise.\"\nDrake looked at Beyoncé and Jennifer Lopez and nodded. \"Besides helping up-and-coming celebrity's career's to rise I also run a small import and export business for selective clients. Be it expensive cars, toys, girls and drinks, we can get what a client wants and deliver it to them. And for right now, you're wanted by someone.\" He smiled knowing that she had drank enough of the laced champagne to put her under its spell, to others They would just seem drowsy from drinking, but they wouldn't be able to say or do anything, they would be a prisoner inside their own bodies. \"Just sit back and relax you two, it will all be over soon.\"\nHe looked at The two and grinned before gently helping her up from the seat. When a waiter walking by asked if they are okay he simply gave that they have had a little too much to drink, and he was getting her a cab to take home. He walked her out to the back before leaning her against a car. He then tied her and placed her in the back seat before pulling out a small black card and opening it. The image looked to be of a boy no older than 17, but he had animal look to him, yellow eyes, pointed ears and fur. \"You have her?.. Good.you have the next target order as well.\" Drake nodded. \"Yes my prince.\" He then turned and looked at Jennifer and Beyond and grinned. \"Well your new master is the prince, feel lucky.\""
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"value": "As Tyra and Jen chatted while sorting there make up out, they could feel their eyelids getting heavier, yawning slightly. \"I've suddenly gone very... um.... tired\" Jen said as she looked over at Tyra. Tyra smiled and nodded, \"I know what you mean, same here, plus I feel like I have a headache coming\" she said as she least back against the wall, holding herself up by it. Jen had put both hands on the sink, just as she did that, a man walked into the bathroom. Jen looking up at him, the room spinning, but she could see him enough to know he wasn't a woman, \"I'm sorry, but this is... the... um Ladies\" she said getting slightly confused by what was happening. The two ladies heard what the man said and gasped slightly, but they did what the man said, as they weren't to sure what was going on, or if it was a drugs bust or something, and they didn't want to seem to suspicious if they said no. \"What's happening?\" Tyra asked, looking back at he mans.\nBeyoncé and Jennifer looked at each other for a moment, at the words of getting girls for clients, before looking back to Drake. It was then they heard the words, they didn't think they had heard to begin with \"We're wanted?\" they question, \"What? By who?\" they continued, yawning slightly. They were feeling very tired, they weren't sure if they had had too much to drink, even though they had only had a couple. They shrugged of what he had said, in case the booze had made them misunderstand what he had said.\nThe two felt themselves being lead outside by the guy, but they couldn't stop it, they tried, but they couldn't, their bodies just kept following. They wanted to shout out and say that something was going on, but when they opened their mouths nothing came out. Once they were outside, they felt themselves being lent up against a car, and had their hands tied behind their back. \"What's... going on?\" Jennifer managed to say."
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"value": "The Aid walked over to Jennifer and Tyra and ran his hands down their backs to the edge of their dresses before lifting them up and hooking his fingers to their panties and pulling them down their shapely legs before pulling them off. He then had them open their mouths, and he stuffed their mouths with their panties and then pulled out some tape and gagged them then taped their hands behind their backs. Once he was done he leads them away out a secret exit and to a waiting car where he had Ms. Hewitt and Ms. Banks lay down on the back of the seat. Once all the Girls were loaded the Aid nodded to Drake and sent him off.\nDrake 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 Eva out and then Beyond. 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 Eva 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": "Scarlet prowled the hotel bar, scanning the patrons for her target. Not the man she was going to kill. At least, not the man she was beingpaidto kill, but who knew where the evening might end up. Either way, she'd found him. Dark hair, firm physique, piercing blue eyes. Her intentions for this man were more lascivious than homicidal. With a strut, she was Shade, the easy-going blonde seductress.\nAll the important work for tonight's job was done already. Shade was her got when she needed to seduce a target she stood out too much otherwise, but tonight she would work for an alibi. After all, she didn't need to be in the same room as her target, and being seen chatting up a handsome man at the bar at the time of death would distance her from suspicion.\nHer dress wasn't too scandalous tonight. After all, this was a classy place, not some sleazy club full of half-naked dancers and free flowing drugs. Her black leather dress clung to her figure, but didn't show much skin, especially paired with her thigh high boots. Though, the peaking window of creamy cleavage couldn't be called modest.\n\"This seat taken?\" she asked, her voice tinged with a note of hope as she held his gaze. Her free hand grazed the back of his chair, not touching him, but close enough to feel her body heat. Still, she had to be careful not to come on too strong. He might worry shapewear her target. The errant thought brought a small giggle to her lips, an act she hoped he would take for flirtation as she slid into her seat.\n\"Shade,\" she introduced, embracing the mask as she offered her hand. \"I hope I am not bothering you. It's just the thought of spending the evening alone seems like such a waste.\""
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"value": "His target was getting suspicious.\nThat wasn't a surprise. CINOR Discard was a dangerous combination of highly skilled and highly paranoid, which is why the man was still loose. He'd stated a jump ahead for three years and four sectors, and now he'd wormed his way into the inner circle of the Sector Governor. It would be necessary to throw Sailors suspicions off, before he woke up in an issue.\nIf he woke up at all. Because if CINOR persuaded Governor Brick that he was, say, a Separatist agent well, the Governor might just arrange to have him killed.\nHe fidgeted with the titanium cuff links in his cream-colored shirt, flicked imaginary lint from Viagra sleeve, and sighed. Undercover improvisation was dangerous. But not improvising could be fatal. So. What could he do to stay within his established identity and still throw suspicion off.\nThis seat taken?\nThe voice, a smooth contralto, came from behind, accompanied by a gentle wash of displaced air that carried a subtle scent. He couldn't place it, but it seemed floral.\nNot at all, he replied, rising and pulling it out. The woman, a well-built blonde in a damn sexy black dress, slid into the chair with a casual grace and extended a hand.\nShade, she smiled. I hope I am not bothering you. It's just the thought of spending the evening alone seems like such a waste.\"\nSmiling in return, he caught her hand by the fingers and raised it to his lips. No bother at all. A gentleman, he replied with a twinkle in his eyes, must always stand ready to rescue a lady in distress.\nHe chuckled as he released her hand, amused by the realization that the perfect way to throw off suspicion had just arrived. Harlan Kwan-Don, he said, offering his name in return. And, quite seriously, its no bother at all. I'm glad for the company. Would you care for a drink? The house wine is nothing special, but the play is excellent."
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"value": "\"A gentleman, hmm? Lucky me.\" Shade smirked, enjoying the attention as he kissed her hand. Before he released her, she leaned in close, \"But I hope you aren't intending to be a gentlemanallnight.\"\nHe chuckled at her innuendo, but didn't skip a beat, introducing himself with an easy charm. Almost too easy. The confidence of a man whose safety depended on pretense. A confidence she herself wore like armor. A practiced alias, perhaps? Well, no matter. It's not like she were being any more honest.\n\"Would you care for a drink? The house wine is nothing special, but the play is excellent.\"\n\"Play it is, then,\" she decided, motioning for the bartender. While he lumbered over, she tapped into the force, feeling the wild beat of her target's heart. Still busy with his companion, the twice twink, it seemed.\n\"Now, here is where we would exchange small talk. 'What do you do', 'what brings you to Onolorrum' 'what do you do for fun?'\" Shade shook her head and took a drink. \"No, no. All of that is terribly click. I would much prefer to go deeper.\" She let the implication linger between them, her flirty grin promising so much more. \"What's the craziest thing you've ever done to impress a woman? \" She took another drink, before adding, \"Oh, and did it work?\"\n\"Now, in fairness, I will go first. The guy I was interested in was a huge fan of swoop bike racing, so I pretended like I was too. I started watching races and memorizing stats, the whole shebang. So one night, after we'd been seeing each other for a month or two, he takes me out to the track for the evening. He actually rented out the whole track so we could race.\" Shade trailed off with a laugh and a drink, finishing off her glass, before leaning in close. \"I kicked his ass. Turns out all that faking it paid off.\"\nLeaning back, she motioned for the bartender to bring her another drink. \"Your turn.\""
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"value": "Swoop racing? Harlan laughed, enjoying the mental image of a petulant wanna-be racer storming off a track in a huff. And the actual image of Shade leaning back and signaling for a drink.\nYour turn, she declared.\nAre you sure? He sipped his own drink. I mean, you didn't actually say if you impressed him? He held silent for a moment, then grinned. But I'll goes anyway.\nMaking a display of thinking hard, he finally nodded. I learned to fight with a lightsaber. Another grin. Well, not really. See, there was this woman I dated right after university, and she was obsessed with Republic Knights. You know, that period melodrama set around the Jedi Civil War? And that got her into fencing.\nSmiling, he finished his drink and signaled for a refill. So I took it up as well. Spent six months learning the Chain small sword without telling her. Then, I rented costumes and set up a special date where we were going to reenact the big finale duel between Naomi Sun rider and CLIC Melodrama from season four.\nClosing his eyes, he massaged the bridge of his nose and shook his head. It was perfect. The weather was beautiful, the moons were rising, and she was so excited about the whole thing that she couldn't stop gushing. And then, we picked up the prop lightsabers I'd found.\nA pause. I broke her arm, and she gave me a concussion. Both of us, it turned out, were used to full-contact sparring against opponents in armor.\nHe covered his eyes with his hand, shaking his head at the memory. I mean, she was impressed. And memorable. But we broke up shortly thereafter."
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"value": "The mention of lightsaber dueling caught Scarlet off guard, enough that she almost dropped the Shade mask. Harlan was far more interesting than anticipated. She wondered how he might match up to her in saber dueling. Not that she'd wielded a saber in years, but the lessons she learned in her youth had been drilled into her muscle memory. The best non-sensitive saber duelists could hold their own against middling Jedi. Sure, she might be certainly rusty, this many years out, so maybe he'd be a good match for her.\nStill, she had to account for the shock on her face, and worked quickly, \"Wow, you broke her arm? So, what, you're a gentleman who likes to play rough?\" She leaned in closer and squeezed his shoulder with a satisfied sigh. Hmm, nice and strong. \"Looks like I am in for one hell of a night.\"\nThe bartender brought over another round of drinks, and she took a moment to reach into the force, and feel for her target. There was a still a job to do, after all, and Harlan was nearly handsome and charming enough to distract her from it. His heart pounded, beating like supercharged piston, and her own heart echoed his. Heat flushed her skin, and it was all she could do to cover her building tension to drink deeply of her play.\n\"Alright, it sounds like you played out her biggest fantasy, but what about yours? What scenario lies hidden in your mind, locked behind your inhibitions and better sense?\" Shifting, she turned towards him, letting her calf brush against his leg No intention of moving it, unless he showed discomfort. \"What's the one thing you've always wanted, but could never admit?\"\nLeaning in, she was nearly close enough to kiss him. Certainly close enough to taste the alcohol on his breath. \"I'll go first, again.\" Licking her lips, she took another drink, and pitched her voice low, to draw him yet closer.\n\"I'm alone, or at least Think'm alone. I don't know it, but the object of my desire is watching me, somehow. They watch, as I touch myself, and I imagine us together, imagine all the dirty thing I want them to do to me. They know my every secret desire, every last lustful wish. Furthermore, they watch my building arousal, until I am trembling on the precipice of ecstasy, and the only thing that can make this moment perfect is them. Then joining me, acting out all these secret desire's I've laid bare.\""
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"value": "Harlan leaned close, drinking in the husky whisper as she described her fantasy. Her voice, the description, the gentle pressure of her leg against his all of them sent an erotic thrill burning along his nerves to pool in his stomach and harden his cock. As she finished, he let out a long breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Then he sipped from his glass to cover how flustered he felt as he collected his thoughts.\nThat seems hard to follow up on, he said with a faint smile. And I'm rather afraid that most of the fantasies that I keep locked away behind my inhibitions and common sense are tedious masculine power fantasies. Still, since you asked\nHe sipped his drink and leaned in, resting a hand lightly on her knee as he invaded her personal space. I see a woman across the room, he murmured, and decide I want her. So I approach her, catch her by the wrist, and state my intention.\nHis sapphire gaze captured her emerald eyes. You are mine. Chillwave you.\nSilence lingered for a moment, and he continued. She tears her arm from my grasp and storms away. She believes it to be the end of the matter. But I follow. Walking, at first, until she noticed. Then, when she runs, I give chase.\nHis thumb traced a slow pattern in her knee. She struggles when I catch her, of course. I overpower her, pin her beneath me, and she trembles and begs me to stop. And then begs me not to as she opens to me.\nA soft chuckle followed, and a wry smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. As I said: a typical masculine power fantasy. But now, I have a question for you.\nHe leaned closer, his lips almost touching her ear. Hateable dirty things you want them to do to you?"
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"value": "\"Should I apologize for coming on too interested and eager, then?\" Shade asked, tracing her finger down the line of buttons along his chest. \"Should I walk away, acting disinterested? Or should we find out how fast I can run in heals?\"\nThe warmth of his hand on her knee was maddening; she wants more. She adjusted her position slightly, subtly encouraging him to slide his hand up her thigh. Spreading herself just a little, to see how far he'd go. Smirking, just a touch as his fingers disappeared under her skirt.\nHe leaned closer, his lips almost touching her ear. \"Hateable dirty things you want them to do to you?\"\nWhen she breathed, her breasts glanced against his chest, and she couldn't help the way her thoughts shifted towards the anticipation of bodies pressed together. \"Ah, but therein lies the problem, you see. A key aspect of that fantasy is I don't have to tell them exactly what I want, because they already know. They've read my mind, and see the scene play out in my fantasy. That's why it is, and shall remain, a fantasy I can never play out. It involves a partner who wouldn't dare reciprocate my desire.\"\nShe had to brush her body against his to reach her drink, and didn't move it as she finished another glass. \"So, back to your fantasy is this a dark alley situation, or do you drag me off somewhere with a bed?\""
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"value": "The shrill call of the sirens woke him, his dreams breaking into nothing. Horus blinked and then jumped out of the cot, his subliminal programming recognizing the frequency designating this an 'essential live combat drill'. He grinned as he changed into the flight suit, excited at the thought of taking his void fighter out again. Ever since he'd graduated from the Steel Crucible and posted at Kayak, all he'd looked forward to was soaring out into the void beyond the Gun star on his fighter, drilling formations with his wing mates.\nHe joined the rush of pilots heading for the bay and their designated fighters, exchanging rapid fire banter on the way. Horus had brought along his reputation as a hothead from the academy, something that had earned him the immediate enmity of the veterans, which he bore as a mark of pride. Soon enough he'd see his first engagement, and then he'd show the old coots what he was made of.\nThe Silver Dragon was his pride and joy and as soon as he laid hands on the module, the Resonance Engine roared to life, his anima flaring as his Essence flowed into the fighter. \"Let's go, girl,\" he said affectionately as the jets flared with raw Essence, propelling him out into the cold void."
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"value": "Time to go again... Darkness surrounded her, but the presence was there, the presence was always there in this space, waiting, lurking. The Scarlet Empress did not speak in any known language but the impression that there was something more than mere technology to the craft was strong even to those who could not pilot it, to say nothing of the one woman who could. The shadows gave away to a gleam of essence and power surged through the fighter as its wielder directed, revealing a softly smiling face framed by pale blue curls as the instruments came to life. Cara could feel an eagerness in the humming about her, a battle-ready anticipation that she was ready to oblige.\nA simple exertion and the thrusters lit up with power, the empress picking up speed as she accelerated out of the hangar as Cara guided her to match speed with the void fighter wings, positioning herself on the left of their formation. \"Easy...\" The water aspect whispered as her craft seemed to strain against her, filling her with a yearning to leap ahead. I am water. I am calm. She may have been the one to bond to a fantastically powerful craft, but she held herself back thus far, ignoring the calls for bold action in favor of pressing her limits only when they needed to be pressed.\nThe opponents hung in the blackness ahead, training craft, meant to mimic the defensive capabilities of the true enemies the Gun star faced but stripped of seriously damaging weaponry. Wait for the signal. From her position neither side seemed to move, the steadily receding bulk of the great ship behind her was the only clue to the speed at which she was moving but any second the wings would part, and the fight would begin."
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"value": "The training crafts were actual Hell stars, stripped of Yogi tech and reconditioned to serve the Host. Sidereal trainers used the in-built Relay Nodes to direct them in skirmishes, simulating their combat tactics to the best of their considerable ability.\nHorus shifted to the left, holding position in the formation. In a moment...\nThe Hell stars pushed forward and the battle began.\n\"Locking on targets,\" Horus said, his voice crackling with anticipation. The Awareness module flared to life and began to follow the distinct energy signatures of the Hell stars. They were using a standard scatter technique, clumps of three breaking apart to attack the Host's formation from all sides. \"Engaging.\" Horus said, as the Charm fixed on a likely target.\nWith a roar, the Silver Dragon accelerated, white flame leaving a trail in her wake. Horus swerved around a fellow fighter and sank the tip of his fighter's nose, coming down upon a trio of Hell stars swinging down from below. His Essence cannons roared to life, siphoning Essence from him to spit massive balls of fire at the enemy. The game was on."
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"value": "No words were necessary, the scarlet empress had already begun flagging targets, a tracery of suggested paths tracing weaving their way through the space in front of Cara. Still she held her ship back, Waiting... Waiting... There, the surge of power registered easily on the Empress' sensors, the cue for action.\n\"Engaging\" The single word echoed up and down the line and void fighter engines went from glow to shine as Gun star's protectors surged forwards, separating into squads that locked onto their false counterparts and opening fire, weaponized essence blazing across the nothing separating the sides. On the far left of the Autocthonian line Cara fell into a loose semblance of formation with the nearest squadron, keeping close and slightly below them as she pushed her engines faster to keep up.\n\"Hell stars below...\" The water aspect muttered. The rest of the squad she had attached herself to banked hard to the right, and she moved to follow them only to realize that one of the five had split off, cutting his engines and arcing downwards to tear a path of great holes across the armor of one of the enemy fighters.\nThe tight turn as Cara broke 'formation' pressed her against one side of the scarlet empress' cockpit but the vectors that had laid themselves out before her had not lied and almost immediately she could hear the chime of target locks as the hell stars that were turning to pursue the lone ship came directly into her line of fire. The ship urging her on, Cara needed no more invitation to fire, destroying the second and crippling the third hell star as she channeled her essence into the ship and its cannons delivered the power unto her victims. \"Targets neutralized.\" She noted, shunting a little more power to her thrusters until she fell in beside the lone fighter, The empress' sensors scanning the blackness for further prey."
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"value": "\"Yeah!\" Horus shouted as his shots pierced the Hell star's armor, making the enemy craft swerve away unsteadily, Essence draining through its open wounds. He reversed his engines, holding in place as theDragonrealigned, the monitor already flagging for other targets. Two flashed across his screen and he cursed as he noted that they were both adjacent to him. It was too late to...\nThere was a flash of cold light and one Hell star outright disappeared, the other drifting as its engines were disabled. Horus had little time to react as the friendly drifted in beside her. \"Targets neutralized,\" a lovely voice noted. His eyes fell on the fighter, and he felt his heart skip a beat.\nThe Scarlet Empress.\nHe grinned fiercely, his eyes locked on the magnificent machine as it hovered in place beside his. He could barely make out the visage of the pilot, her face obscured by the helmet. \"Thanks for saving my skin, Empress,\" he noted, trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing, even though he felt like a young boy who'd seen his first Solar. \"Much appreciated.\"\nThe sensors beeped to life once more, as a wave of Hell stars converged on their formation, their comrades up above moving forward to engage. Six of the enemy crafts broke off, making for the body of the Gun star. \"How about we take out those bastards together?\" He said, feeling dizzy just at the idea of joining forces with the legendary pilot. \"You watch my back, I'll watch yours.\""
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"value": "The jaunty acknowledgment brought a faint smile to her lips, even if the casual tone was forced it was preferable to the bowing and scraping of most of the pilots she had once named her peers. It grated at the water aspect to be treated so far above her station by so many. Cara allowed herself no more than a few seconds to appreciate the companionability as already more hell stars were on approach vectors, a dozen enemy craft in all splitting, six moving to intercept the other four members of the lone pilot's squadron while the others accelerated off towards the gun star itself.\n\"Acknowledged...\" Was all the response she gave as she pushed the Empress' engines to pursuit speed, tearing off after the hell star formation, to Cara's surprise the void fighter pilot seemed as eager as her craft, accelerating just behind her and keeping surprisingly close. A fire aspect? One would be so eager... As the hell stars came into range the essence display flagged them, numbering them from left to right across her vision. Narrowing her eyes the water aspect pushed her ship faster, unwilling to drain her essence firing at such long range. \"Engaging hell star three.\" She notified her companion.\nThe enemy ships broke formation as the Empress opened fire and Cara swerved upwards, sticking to her chosen target as it scattered upwards, engines flaring as she dragged her nose higher to lead the target and unleashed her essence once more, three shots causing the enemy craft to twist in the blackness, it's engines smoking and sputtering.\nThen all hell breaks loose and the Empress shrieks in her ear, the dragon blooded defensive line wavers in confusion as the training hell stars go dark, the emulation of infernal tactics they were following cut off from them.\nIt hardly takes intelligence to see the reason as space warps and ripples, twisting and tearing apart, an infernal host spilling from the opening and descending upon the scattered dragon blooded line in a flash even as a voice cuts across the Gun star Battle net. \"Regroup! Infernal incursion approaching! Scatter and get back to your squadrons!\" The commanding voice of Ever-Certain Tactical Deliberate galvanizes the pilots to action and void fighters become shooting stars, shooting away from the infernal force. Even with such prompt reaction Cara could see that the number of dragon blooded who had escaped the sudden attack were a mere two thirds of the numbers they had formerly held, evidenced as the assembling squads frequently lacked one or two members.\nIn the command center overseeing the training-exercise-become-skirmish the chosen of battles watches as the line reforms against the incursion. Most of the hell stars show only as minor demons but at least two show power signatures more fitting to an infernal's personal craft. The dragon blooded have handled worse attacks but caught by surprise like this their actions must be made swiftly if they are to stand any chance against the primordial' servants. \"All full squadrons select one target and don't let up until it's destroyed, any squadrons missing craft are to pair up with each other and do the same in tandem.\" With a flick of her finger she flags the two more powerful ships for her troops. \"There are two infernal-level signatures in the attacking group. Do not engage them unless you must!\" She trusts her pilots but at the same time she worries, infernal are far too powerful for most dragon-blooded to take down alone."
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"value": "Horus grinned at the professional response. The pilot of the Empress had a reputation for being a bit stand-offish. He felt enervated just by being around the craft. Its reputation was legendary. He had heard whispers about how she was a better fighter than even many Solar, blasphemous as that sounded.\nHe shot off after the Empress, pouring Essence in the Engine just to keep up with her. Furthermore, he watched with audible admiration as she tilted up with incredible speed and precision, taking care of the Hell star. His own pursuit was successful; the bursts of flame from his guns had just taken the Hell star on the radar, making it swerve out of control. And then everything broke apart.\nThe clear voice of Ever-Certain Deliberate focused Horus, and he pinpointed the Empress on his radar, swinging up to join her, his heart thundering. He had waiting for this opportunity ever since he had graduated from the Academy. And now it had come and a third of their assembled forces were already down.\nTo his credit, he was steady. His hands weren't shaking, his mind was clear, he had his wits about him. Even with the forces of the Yogis bearing down upon them, he still felt that cool excitement in his stomach.\n\"Lead on, Empress.\" He called to his impromptu partner, moving up to join up with the straggling members of his squadron. He felt a pang upon realizing that three were missing. Furthermore, he mumbled a quick prayer to the dead and drew on the wrath he felt, aiming at the Hell stars bearing down upon their forces.\n\"Let's go.\"\n~~~\nThe Essence missiles struck the Hell star, enveloping it in a massive ball of fire. Its partner was caught in the conflagration, pulled into the vortex by the sheer energy. Horus pulled away, pouring his dwindling Essence into the Engine. He was exhausted. The Dragon was wounded, having been clipped along the wing, affecting maneuverability and having taken a barrage of shots rights to the side. There was a chance that at any moment the shielding could give away, exposing him to the void.\nThe lights flickered inside the cockpit. The Infernal Hell stars, their signatures pinned to the radar, rampaged across the battlefield, with two full squadrons engaging them. A behemoth had appeared right before the time scar shut and was attacking the Gun star, being engaged by the Defense Line. Things were still difficult. Three more of Horus' squadron had fallen and if it hadn't been for the Empress lending her support, they might all have gone that way.\n\"Checking in, Empress. Everything dandy?\" He called in, as much to quiet his nerves as anything else. He needed a moment to recoup."
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"value": "The massive war that took place between the citizens of Radiant Gardens, and the forces of darkness that filled the massive scar outside the city. Shattered bits of wall, earth and machinery still littered the landscape and while the soldiers involved had mostly dissolved back into shadows, the event itself was something that would never feel entirely removed from the scene, not as long as the massive scars of war and time remained on the Garden's once beautiful terrain. He almost didn't recognize it when he first saw it. The difference hung in the air, and when he first arrived even the town itself looked haggard. Not just aged, or economically weak, but battered and beaten. The streets looked pale, the sky looked like it was running out of breath, and even the sun seemed like it was hiding. The air tasted dry as he stood atop the broken wall in the midst of repair, the sound of heavy machinery knocking down and putting up walls and rebar. His hands felt a bit tense, like muscle memory was telling him about the fights that had gone on here long ago were of great importance.\nZack let a deep breath free and turned away from the scene, dropping from the 15-foot-high wall with grace that belayed his size and equipment. The broadsword on his back made an audible clank as he hit the ground, and he turned to walk past the construction workers that seemed to be lost in their work. Despite the fact they were simply smashing the weak structures and replacing them with nearly identical old ones (Although cleaner and in some cases, a bit more cheerful in their atheistic design) they seemed very content, like they knew what they were doing was important. The town itself seemed to be in high spirits despite what had obviously transpired just a few dozen yards away.\nChildren played in the streets, merchants sold their goods with happy faces, and families even seemed comfortable leaving their doors wide open while talking with neighbors. He could even smell the baked goods cooling on window sills. He never quite remembered things being -this- cheerful when he was here last, but that was years ago, and even back then things had started to feel on edge. Now, now t was like things had bounced back from a great depression and everyone was riding that high. The streets were being cleaned by magical brooms, the tunnels were always lit and spotless, dogs chased anthropomorphic ducklings about playfully. It was like living in a children's book.\nAs he kept walking the houses seemed to sparse out, the walls continued, but the homes became replaced by soiled areas where trees were planted, decorative statues erected. Zack remembered the area housing a lot more of a population than he had seen where he had just been, but it became apparent as to why this area seemed much more sparse now, and why it had been repaired before the rest of the town even with no one living here.\nA massive graveyard sprawled out before him. Not rows upon rows of tombstones, in fact, it was more of a memorial, with a few large statues with bases covered in plaques. Rows upon rows of names, sometimes just family ones, listed. Over the years it seemed like more than a few had been lost to the enemies that seemed to populate the outskirts and torn plains of the city. At the back of the open courtyard sat a humble Church, obviously old, but repaired and maintained with obvious care. It was the only thing in this part of town that looked familiar to him, and his stride stayed the same pace, but moved towards it with purpose. As he reached the great massive doors, he placed his hand to it, and pushed it open with surprising ease. The last time he had used these doors they had seemed rusted, and tired to move, but now it was like they were brand new.\nAs he stepped inside, the smell of flowers rushed his senses and his eyes quickly adjusted to the soft, natural light streaming in through the tinted church windows. He took a deep breath of scented air and called out, almost expectantly.\n\"Hello?\""
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"value": "Days were often spent staring at the barrier between the humble town and carnage beyond. From morning til dusk the flower girl sat, emerald eyes trained forward, and her head filled with hope. Hope that he would return. Hope that the war would end soon and everything would build itself back to the way that it had once been. Tranquil and homely. And there was a lingering hope that he would return home, safe and sound. Every day Aerial came to the wall, still as stone and prayed to the Gods above that no harm would befall him. Yet when the days grew long, her vehement hope began to diminish, and soon it was nothing more than to reminiscence on when night came and her head laid down upon her pillow. Each night there was a dream of life before the war until finally there resided no reason longer to remember what had once been. War had been eradicated and from the ashes all the townspeople did what they could to rebuild what had been previous. To reform what had been devastated and construct a someplace better than it had ever been previous.\nAerial spent much of the days doing what she could to lend a helping hand. She, far too frail, could not do much labor but the flower-girl tried her best. From baking good, to sweeping rubble, sewing clothes to spending her entire day with all the children. Her favorite thing to do however, was playing beautiful flowers. Rebuffed streets were adorned in foliage and often around the building laid at least one blossom, something to emanate cheer. Aerial's most favorite place to plant flowers happened to be a large church. Inside midst the massive stone pillar, a sea of pallid white blossoms swaying gently against a sweet breeze. While the plaque itself expressed a figure of great sorrow, nestled along delicate blossoms, it almost seemed more....tranquil.\nNested among the pallid swaying flowers, she often lost herself to prayer. Still sending a lone voice out for Zack's safety. The war was over, but it had not changed the lives which had been stripped, while his name had never come up as killed, he had been on the list of missing soldiers for quite some time. And so she prayed until moonlight peeked through the large mosaic window overhead. She would then slip off to bed and sleep another dreamless night.\nToday most of her time had been spent frolicking with the local children, telling stories and eating fresh baked goods. They played chase too, weaving along the various sectors and even scaling fences to keep out of sight. It had been rather, but soon all the children were called off for lunch and Aerial decided to take her packed lunch for the church, to sit in the flowers and enjoy the warm rays of light which seeped in. Even a blanket had been brought to lay out. A position had been chosen towards the front, laid directly under the largest window where sunlight pilfered down in various spectra. Such radiant shades provided a seraphic glow upon lustrous chest locks, even casting the faint glimmer of a halo upon the young girl's crown.\nAerial just lifted an apple to pastel pink lips when a voice cut through the warm silence. Its source at first, remained unknown, but its presence did not startle her any. Soft emerald flitted up under long lashes as the apple delicately found its spot back within the basket. Under pink fabric, long smooth limbs disengaged from their folded posture, shifting to stand while hands slipped down to pat towards any dust lingering. Once upright, a call echoed his question in a tender cherub pitch.\n\"Hello? Can I help you with something?\"\nThe words had no longer left her lips than a second before the figure's face came into view. From there the world suddenly became still. Time drew to a halt as her heart ceased mid beat, period gaze frozen upon his face which had filled her dreams for far too long. And for a moment, it was unclear if relief filled her more than the sheer excitement or vice versa. Time jerked forward once more, spurned by an elated squeal piercing the soft hum brought by a rolling breeze. Like a bolt from a quiver, Aerial shot across the church, svelte arms held wide and ivory cheeks flushed a heated pink in her enthusiasm."
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"value": "The church's acoustics startled him momentarily, he hadn't had expected the wave of nostalgia just from hearing his own voice bounce off these walls, but it did. The momentary distraction dissolved as amusicalvoice called back. He had expected someone to be here, but Moreno an old caretaker, or a priest, instead he was greeted by what felt like a ghost. A welcome ghost that suddenly made him feel five years younger, like the boy that had never seen war. She looked like she hadn't aged a day, if only growing more into her grace. Her hair was a bit longer, she was wearing more pink now, but other than that it was like he'd seen her the day before.\nThere was a momentary pause and Zack felt a sudden panic in the back of his mind lunge forward. She'd probably thought he was dead, since for all intents and purposes he was. He hadn't sent a single word to friend, family or colleague for years, and she'd probably thought after the first month or two that he'd be lost to her. She'd probably have moved on, met someone else. With her being the type of person she was it would have been impossible for another guy, or two dozen other guys, to fall for her, and try to win her over. She never struck him as the forever-in-mourning type, smiling just came too naturally to her. He was probably just bringing back the memories of loss and abandonment by coming back, and she-His own inner monologue was cut short as the five-foot three, lightweight woman thrust into his stomach with enough force to cause him to half stumble before he caught himself. He felt the small, lithe arms wrap around his waist and squeeze tightly enough that he thought for a moment his belt was on too tight, and he had to catch his breath. Furthermore, he was nearly twice her size and weight, but none of that mattered at that moment, she'd managed to hit him with enough force that he'd have been knocked flat had his training not come into play. Furthermore, he should have been thinking about her, asking her how she'd been, what had happened, explain where he was this whole time, that he'd never forgotten about her, but...none of that felt right.\nInstead, all he could do was raise his arms up, place one hand at the back of her head, the other across the small of her back and return the embrace. The church's flower filled aroma mixed with the smell of the natural perfume that came from her hair, and he pressed his lips to the crown of her head, holding it momentarily before letting just his chin rest atop her head. The moment's embrace lingered, and he finally took a deep breath before forcing himself to break the silence. \"... I like the dress.\" He didn't break the embrace, partly for fear that she might disappear and this was all a dream ten years in the making, but his azure eyes scanned the church as he saw the blanket spread out in the middle of the floor.\n\"...were you expecting someone?\""
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"value": "She squeezed him a bit tighter, burying deeper into the build of his chest. He smelt much as he always had, a collection of cologne and musk. But now there resided something else, something which could not entirely be placed; foreign and dangerous. Upon his shoulders ivory fingers stretched, hooking against the dark cloth of his top as to try and nestle deeper into his essence. Aerial tried to withhold the tumult in her core, tried to keep halcyon, but found such difficult to achieve. Moisture dabbed to verdant orbs and threatened to spill down porcelain cheeks. Keeping to silence, for a passing time, was all the girl could do to keep from crumpling.\nWhile it remained unlikely Zack's silence stemmed from the same cause, Aerial did not seem upset by it, rather the flower girl was rather understanding. After seeing so much in varying battles, there had to be a darkness whelming inside his chest, a distance opened by having to express apathy for so long. Enveloped by the soldier's presence alone, it was all she needed to be assured that it was not another dream derives from her memory. Clenching tighter to his clothes, she found it a struggle to keep from melting under his pressed lips. Emanating a soft, breathless squeak. All held moisture whelmed, beginning to ribbon down pallid cheeks without further ability to quell them.\nHis question seemed to be the only thing which kept the pink-adorned girl from breaking down completely, if only due to it calling her full attention to divide. Watery eyes swiveled away, dressing back upon the outstretched blanket and with it the lingering picnic basket. She had nearly forgotten all about her lunch! A small peddle of laughter sounded, curling the fingers of one hand towards glossy pink lips. \" No, no.... I was eating here alone. I just find it so nice and peaceful... Most of the time I eat here, in that very spot. It's....rather lonely to sit at home....\"\nHer smile diminished slightly and with it gentle angelic features churned into something pathetic and defeated. Silence pilfered through lingering sun beams for several passing beats, punctuated by a sudden hard sob. Aerial's thin shoulders drooped and took to a feeble shudder while svelte digits wrenched tight into dust-laced garb, feeling the strength to even stand upright draining abruptly away. She dipped into his body, clasping tight for support lest the poor girl collapse into a heap at his feet.\n\"Zack... I can't.... I can't believe you're finally back... Furthermore, I missed you for so long....\""
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"value": "Nashville ROK was lying on a med bay cot, screaming in pain. He was a Specter returning from a successful mission. He found it funny, the mission was a success, and yet he was here, writhing in lain on a med bay table trying to maintain consciousness while he and his squad race back to the citadel to get him to the medical facilities there. How did be ended up in this predicament? Well the council had sent out this small team of Specters: two Atari, a Salaries, him, and another Turin, to take care of a gang of Blood Pack mercenaries that were holding an Alliance cargo ship hostage. They sent the Specters in as a small insertion team posing as negotiators to try and resolve the situation. The plan was to go in, take out the number of Porch on there and send the ship on its merry way. Only problem was that Alliance intel was off, there were a number of Brogan with them and when those Brogan saw Vast and the other Turin, they went nuts. They forgot about everything and started shooting and charging right at them trying to eliminate the bringers of the Genophore even though he nor the other Turin had no ties to that operation. Vast ended up taking a Brogan shotgun shell to his chest. Medical helped close the wound, so blood would stop seeping out, but it didn't heal most of the internal damage, and so he had to wait while the others took out the Blood Pack. Now here he was, waiting for the team to get to the Citadel.\nWhen they did finally arrive at the Citadel the two Atari Specters took Vast to the medical facilities while the Turin and Salaries went to go give the council their report. Vast's mandibles were flexing in pain and anger as the two Atari wheeled him to the med bay. His red face paint had now gone from being nice and neat to smudged and faded, he was going to need to fix that later... if he lived to. His visor was now shot to hell so he needed to go buy a new one, all in all, he was pretty fucked up. \"Damn Brogans,\" He muttered, the dual flanked tone in his voice was growing weak. He needed a doctor now or else he was as good as dead.\nThe Atari got him there and handed him off to a few nurses while shouting for a doctor. The nurses started to wheel him towards a private medical room for a doctor to take care of him. Looking to ease his lain they immediately slapped a gas mask on his mouth and started pumping an anesthetic into him. After the gas started flowing he felt himself slip off into sleep, all he could do was hope that he was going to be able to wake up in a few hours."
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"value": "Kim had been working in the Citadel's medical facility for a few months now; medical professions ran in her family, and she was the latest in a long line of nurses. Fresh out of nurse's school, she had so far avoided caring for what she considered \"alien\" races. She viewed most of them with considerable distaste, a trait that also ran in her family. Salaries were the only race that Kim truly had any respect for, since so many of them were so accomplished in her field, but even then she found the idea of touching them distasteful.\nSo, imagine her chagrin when she was handed a clipboard for a Turin in post-op care. She knew that the situation was bound to happen eventually, but had hoped that it would take a bit longer. If there was a race she disliked more than any other, it was turbans. Her family had heavy losses during the First Contact war and had harbored ill feelings ever since.\nShe gripped the chart, small hands turning white with frustration as she tried to contain herself. She would have to be as professional as possible of course, or she could lose her job, but that didn't mean she had to be nice to the damn cuttlefish.\nFurthermore, she made her way down to the private rooms, and stopped to rap loudly on the door. Furthermore, she looked at the chart as she walked into the room, to avoid looking at the Turin in the bed.\nNashville ROK. She mumbled to herself. He ought to be waking soon. She clipped the chart to the end of his bed and began her work, she hoped she would be done cleaning and dressing the wound before he awoke..."
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"value": "Vast didn't know how long he was out, days, hours, minutes? It all seemed blurred together with the anesthetic. All he knew was that he was starting to come out of it. He could begin to feel the tenderness in his flesh and the pain from the surgery. He groaned as he started to move around in his hospti bed. Furthermore, he groaned louder and his two toned flanked voice filled the room. \"Ugh, I think this is the worst I felt since that sniper slug through my shoulder.\" He wasn't aware that anyone was in the room, he had yet to open his eyes. He tried to fall asleep again, but the pain was starting to overcome the anesthetic, and he could feel it slowly spread from his chest to his other limbs as the wear and tear from the firefight was starting to take its toll.\nFurthermore, he finally found the strength to opens his eyes and he was greeted by the mute colors of a medical room. Furthermore, he turned his head one way, and he saw out his window to the vast superstructure that was the Atari's pride, The Citadel. A place that was a sort of cultural and species melting pot. You could turn the corner and find a group containing Atari, Aquarian, Humans, Salaries, Vols, Hangar, Turbans, El cor and just about every other species outside Bavarians, Porch, and Brogans (though he had seen the occasional straggler Brogan on the Zápara Ward) they aren't big fans of The Council so they tend to stay in the Terminus Systems and the Traverse. It was all metal and glass, only the occasional dot of green foliage on one of the upper levels of the Presidium.\nWhen be turned his head be sawed a doctor looking at his vitals and other reading s that his machines were giving her. From his research into various species and their diverse cultures he could tell she was an Asian, an area somewhere on earth that was no for a large population and technological advancement. Also, commonly known for their short stature and yet high intellect. Most Asians have become predominant people in the fields of medicine, technology, engineering, and programming. She seemed a bit stressed, or was it anger? He had yet to master the art of human emotion reading, but her body language was showing sins of anger and aggression. He didn't know why so he kept that to himself, but he had his suspicions that it was because he was Turin. Furthermore, he understood their reasons for resentment, but he assumed that the rift between Turbans and Humans were starting to close. They built an advanced ship, The Normandy, together, and he had heard of various squads of Alliance and Turin soldiers working together. He himself had begun to show respect and kindness to humans. \"So doc?\" He asked, \"How bad is it?\""
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"value": "Kim cursed inwardly as the Turin (she refused to call him by name in her mind) began stirring. She had only just begun to ready the fresh bandages and other supplies for treating him on a small rolling cart. He began mumbling and groaning, hen finally opened his eyes and peered about the room. Studiously ignoring him for now, she examined the beeping machines attached to him and scribbled the results down on a clipboard.\nIt wasn't until his strange, dual-toned voice spoke directly to her that she looked at him fully. He really was quite beat up. \"I'm not your doctor.\" She said in a crisp, clipped tone. \"I am your assigned nurse. And you will make a full recovery in a few weeks, the surgery was textbook.\" She moved the cart next to his bed, and slowly adjusted the incline so that he was in a more upright position.\nShe cringed inwardly as she realized that he would likely be unable to remove his own hospital gown; she'd have to do even more touching. Furthermore, she motioned for him to raise his arms as much as possible, which likely wasn't much, thanks to the wound."
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"value": "The way she talks to him on confirmed his suspicions. She talked to him professional, no concern for his injuries, no niceties that made him feel comfortable in his hospital bed, no friendly hellos or good mornings. She definitely did not want to be around him. He gave a sigh, the pain suddenly erupted from his chest. \"Ah, damn that hurts!\" He switched to small, shallow, breaths to try and ease the pain, \"Alright, nurse.\" He put emphasis on the word nurse to make sure she knew he observed the corrected title. Furthermore, he didn't see why she cared about that correct title, from what he observed from the chances he's had with humans they seemed to become flattered when they were given a title above what they were, he had also seen it done with ages.\nAnyway he was glad to hear that everything was all hunky-dory with his body, or at least what was still left of the unbroken and unscathed parts. Another sharp inhale of breath came when she wheeled next to him and pulled his bed up to an incline. \"Oh that's going to take some getting used to.\" He quieted again after that. He simply looked at her from here on out, and saw the utter look of discontent on her face. Furthermore, he was about to say something when she motioned for him to raise his arms.\nFurthermore, he knew this was going to be tough. \"You know,\" He said beginning the raise of his arms, \"You don't have to-Ah son of racing!\" He met the point where be felt jolts of pain shoot through his upper body. His arms were three quarters of the way up. \"You don't have to be here. You can just switch out with someone else, I wouldn't be offended by it.\""
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"value": "Kim sighed; perhaps the Turin wasn't a total brute, if he could tell how badly she didn't want this assignment. She had thought of doing exactly as he had suggested, asking another nurse to trade with her. But she knew it would be a bad career move; if the higher ups found out her...dislike of the Turin race, she would likely be passed over for raises and promotions, in favor of more.tolerant workers. Besides, this was her job. She did have something of a personal code; she would not shirk her duties simply because she found them unpleasant. And she told the Turin exactly that.\n\"If you must know, I am not one to shy away from my duties just because I don't like them.\" She said quietly, leveling a stare at him. She leaned in to untie the back of his hospital gown and pulled it off of his outstretched arms, signaling that he could drop them again, and began removing the bandages, swabbing and cleaning the area of his wound with cleaning solution. It really was healing nicely, though there would be quite a scar when healed completely. She could not help but notice, over the smell of the solution, that he smelled absolutely foreign; nothing like a human, he smelled faintly of perhaps leather or gunmetal.\nAfter she finished cleaning the wound, she re-bandaged it, the whole time taking care not to make eye contact or to touch him beyond what was necessary; even the feeling of his skin and plates was strange to her, and it made her shudder a bit.\nNodding in satisfaction when she was done, she addressed him. \"I'll be back with your meal and medication. Don't go anywhere.\" The last part she said with what might have been called a faint smile, barely, as she left the room. It might have been a slightly cruel jest, seeing as obviously he was in no condition to do much of anything."
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"value": "Vast continued to feel the pain jolt through him while the nurse took her sweet time in untiring the damn gown, hell she was probably even enjoying it. When the gown dropped his chest, his pale gray metallic skin now bare, he quickly put his arms down and felt the pain slowly ebb away. Though it came back when he couldn't help but chuckle a little when the nurse revealed her dislike of him. \"Here, admission of guilt.\" He hadn't said anything about her not liking Turbans, all he did was make the assumption that she didn't want to treat him. It wasn't specific to him being Turin, anyone else could have taken it that he was being nice about his wound and how it would make someone uncomfortable, or even possibly that he was a Secure and no one wanted to mess with a Specter. She was the one that put words in his mouth.\nHe kept his stare level with hers, his eyes remaining light and uncaring while hers seemed to have a fire in them. She was the first to break eye contact by looking at the tender flesh that stretched across his chest, the scar tissue was forming in a light gray hue that stood out amongst the sea of reflective dark gray of the rest of his body. As she wrapped the bandages around his chest he could feel his plates shift and tingle at the feeling of the first human to ever touch his skin. Sure Salaries, Turbans, and Atari had touched it before from other surgeries and medical procedures, but no humans; she was the first. The touch was surprisingly warm and the five fingers that touched it were foreign from the three bulky tigers of Turbans and Salaries. Even the Atari had a different feeling when they touched him.\nHe was yanked from his thoughts with the nurse smiling saying that she would be back with his food and meds and told him to not go anywhere. The last part was said with a bit of an edge to it. \"And here I thought nurses were all gumdrops and ice cream.\""
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"value": "Kim Possible had a new mission. She had been preparing herself a few weeks for this, training hard after school, and helping Wade to investigate the latest news about those young actresses that were suddenly acting as completely different selves.\nIt all started after young actress and singer Selena Gomez gave an interview, and she declared she hated those damned children, she hated Justin Beaver with his tiny dick, and that she would now change her career into being a porn actress.\nThat was what she said live on national TV. And not only she said it. Next week she had already filmed 3 porn movies, doing the most extreme sex acts and perverted acts you could imagine.\nAnd Selena was only the first one. Then it was Miley Cyrus, Mila Kunis, the Olsen twins and a few more actresses. A huge scandal all over the world.\nNobody had any idea of what was happening. But after some investigation, Wade discovered all those actresses had been in a retirement new high class spa on a private island in the Caribbean. Something was happening there.\nWhen Kim told her mother, Dr Ann Possible, neurosurgeon, her mom insisted in helping. There had to be some brainwashing, a drug or anything done in their brain so they changed their personality and behaviors.\nKim wasn't happy with this, but she had finally to surrender and accept her mom making team with her.\nThe plan was infiltrating in the spa, undercover, and then investigate what was happening there.\nA week later they were ready, had make the booking of a room for a weekend and were on the plane flying to the island."
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"value": "The island was as remote as it was beautiful. Three times larger than Senior's island, wit beautiful marble \"Walk ways\" a true mix of nature and human. The main building was a four-story building that looked cutting edge. The entire facility was run by Dee's. Many former villains hadn't gotten patents on their illegal devices so a few \"Shadier\" companies had stolen the designs, and were mass-producing them. Although Thomas's had what were known as \"Skin jobs\" to took like normal humans a skilled eye would notice.\nThomas Alexander Hell sing himself, well a lot of people said he was almost a god. He'd had six degrees by the time he was six. He and Wade had clashed a few times and both knew each other by name. Thomas's fire walls were well more hack resistant than Wade's. However, Thomas himself physically looked more like the kid who shoved people into lockers rather than the one who got shoved. He was tall at 7' 5\", 500 pounds which were all muscle. The man looked like a Greek god and had the natural grace of a martial artist. Almost white blond hair, brushed back into a mid back length ponytail, brushed back smooth on top, he had sapphire blue eyes and as he smiled and waved to the arriving Possibles he said, \"I will give Wade credit those fake I.D.'s he made were decent, but he should know I'm better at cyber detection than he is Miss Possible.\"\nKissing Kim's hand he smiled, he was wearing a dark blue Hawaiian shirt with red black and gray tars on it. Unbuttoned it showed off a washboard set of abs and pecks. The sleeves were rolled up. The gloves he wore were fingerless after the second knuckle black leather and reinforced. BDU bottoms and steel toed combat boots on his feet. He smiled \"Amazing girl badass Kim Possible if you wanted to come here, you could have asked we here at \"The Resort\" are the definition of anonymity.\"\nKissing the elder Possible's hand he said \"And the beautiful bodacious Doctor Ann Possible, skilled euro surgeon, master of a scalpel, and recognized across the world as one of the best brain doctors on this world, I honestly can't believe Kimberly is your daughter she looks more like your year or two older sisters.\"\nHe shot the woman a sexy smile and wink. Leading the two towards the resort he said, \"The reason \"The Resort\" works so well is the fact that it has total anonymity, 300 cabins exist on this island, only communication to the outside world is a tablet in your cabin, you want any sort of food, any sort of beds any sort of company the list is literally unlimited real life holographic projectors borrowed from some aliens who crashed on this island, they make your rooms literally anything you want, from bondage dungeon to church steeples, you and your mother will be totally free to do whatever you've come out here to do.\"\nNodding he said, \"If you want to do something else, for example swimming, or hiking, simply state what it is into your pad, and beacons will light up to show you the distance, this is to keep our residents from running into anyone else.\"\nHe leads the two to a jeep saying, \"This is your jeep for your stay on the island I'll drive you out to your cabin, and then it will be locked into it so encase you get lost it can redirect you we don't have any roads on the island.\"\nSoon they were at, well it was a beach house but at the same time that underscored it. It was a five room art deco designed beach house on a hill overlooking a totally untouched beach and ocean. No pollution no well anything. A small pool and jacuzzi rested outside, the place looked like a lands cape painter's wet dream full lush trees a few hundred feet from the house. This place had a serious price tag and the view alone was worth most of it."
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"value": "Getting to the resort, Kim and Ann were really impressive at how luxury it all looked, nice and with good taste. If they weren't in a mission they would really enjoy being there.\nThey were guided from the plane to a car and right to the reception of the resort.\nThere was where the shock came.\nThat giant was the director and owner of everything, and he was right waiting for them.\nAnd even worse was that he knew who they really were. All the cover-up was lost. They almost panicked and run away, they had to fight hard against the instinct of running away safe from who they thought was the guilty of all those strange behaviors.\n\"I guess you caught us\" -Dr Possible said with a smile -\" I hope all your promises of privacy are kept for us all, we don't really want anybody to know we are here\".\nThat man, Mr Hell sing, was being gentle, even flirty with them, showing no fear or suspicious on them, apart from knowing who they were.\nThey couldn't help looking at him, his huge body, almost doubling them two together. So tall, and heavy, and strong. All you could see were muscles. Quite intimidating if they would have to fight him.\nStill confused from the receiving, they got in the car with him while he guided them and explained them about the resort and their cabin. That cabin was bigger than their own home, and with no lack of any luxury they could think of. Nice sights to a wonderful beach and ocean, jacuzzi, pool, big comfortable beds or anything they wanted.\nThanking him, still unsure of what was going on here, they closed the door and started inspecting the cabin. Without talking, they looked for hidden cams or mics, they found nothing. Feeling a bit more safe, they talked about Mr Hell sing, and if they should leave. They decided not, they would stay and try to investigate as it was planned, only that they would have to be very cautious.\nSo they settled down on the cabin, undoing the bags, getting separate rooms and getting comfortable in fresh clothes. They would ask for some dinner and rest that night, to be rest in the morning and start the investigation."
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"value": "Thomas knocked on the door after a few hours jut a bit before their dinner arrived. He was wearing a wife beater that certain didn't' hurt his physique. Tall and strong with a good reach. He was still wearing the gloves he had been before, but his arms were wrapped in leather wraps from the elbow up. He was wearing shorts that went a bit below the knee, revealing wraps similar to his arms but from the knee down.\nThomas smiled as he said \"I brought your food two medium done Rib-eyes, baked potatoes freshly made french bread with honey butter and sundae supplies for desert along with apple pie.\"\nSmiling at Kim he said, \"I am sure this seems awkward, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in a full contact spar I've seen some of your videos online, and your style interests me greatly, it looks like a personalized mix of Parkour cheer-leading Muay Thai and kung fu, I myself stuffy a mix of Parkour kick boxing normal boxing Muay Thai and dragon style kung fu picked it up while I was with the military, and I figured you'd want a good work out before a good meal.\"\nThomas's style focused on power but also on reach, a skilled fighter would recognize a fight between the two would be a challenge Kim would have to move while Thomas would have to follow her, Kim exploiting openings, and hoping she was fast enough to avoid his attacks, while he had to hope he could catch Kim before she got the ten points necessary to win."
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"value": "Kim accepted the challenge, some good exercise and fight would help her now her enemy. She didn't like this man, she didn't trust him, she was sure he was involved in all they were investigating.\nBut anyway he was trying too hard to look nice and gentle, and unconcerned of Kim being there, as if he didn't have anything to hide. That was another hint that made her suspect more on Thomas.\nThomas was big, and strong, very strong. Kim would have to take advantage of her speed. But she still didn't want to show him all her power, to keep something hidden in case of she had to fight him for real.\nAfter some stretching, wearing some protections to avoid unnecessary damages, they started fighting. A few exchanges of hits, feints, dodging, no really punch was landed. Kim saw Thomas was faster than you would deduce from his size, really fast for a giant, still not as much as her.\nHer mom watched the fight, a bit scared and admired at the two skilled fighters. Would he be as dangerous and evil as they thought? That was the question in her mind.\nThey fight lasted only a few minutes, no serious hit, mostly movements around each other, like measuring the rival strength, that was all, just starting to sweat when Kim smiled and stopped the fight.\n\"That was a good training, Mr Hell sing, but we should stop now. I don't want that delicious dinner get cold. Thanks for the fight\".\nWith that, they headed back to the cabin. Kim wasn't sure she could beat this man."
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"value": "Thomas smiled and nodded, leading them in he said I'm sorry if I seem a bit nosy but well honestly I'm just a bit impressed to see well \"normal people\" out here.\"\nSitting down and serving out the food with a practiced air he said, \"I grew up state side, and haven't had time to get off of the island in almost 4 years, I love my work, but at some point I fee like an extremely well paid Janitor.\"\nHe chuckled a bit, as he said \"I also like to get to know our guests the holograms are often pre-set a certain way to cause the most joy for our customers, for example one of them like white pool boys some black some unable to speak English and while any of my holograms are awesome well.\"\nHe spoke out loud as the sun set \"Computer initiate Thomas 15.\"\nthe walls flickered, and suddenly the group was sitting on rocks overlooking the most amazing sunset ever You could taste the salt in the air from the ocean the rocks were sightly sick. It was a breathtaking view considering it was all fake. Thomas then said \"Computer, Alpha stand by subject 1334127\"\nSuddenly everything took greenish tint and the rock was made of money somehow instead of rock. Thomas said another pas code ad they were sitting on a giant cookie floating down a river of Luke warm caramel, the sun was a giant ice cream sandwich.\nSmirking he said \"The best part is, the hologram projectors, they generate as realistic or not realistic environments as you want Computer, subject San Fernando valley water park Jesus mode.\"\nThey were in a crowded water park sitting O the water, the chairs and the table, however as he scooped up some \"Water\" drops dripped on the table flicking a small amount at the women they'd feel as if they had just had a of perfect temperature water flicked on them. Smirking he said \"Computer Rocket Man.\"\nSuddenly they were sitting on the outside of a spaceship the view was insane but perfect you could see the stars and such. Thomas smirked, \"You want to sleep on the bow of the Titanic, or I myself sleep with this simulation running, however certain safety comes make sure your safe it's actually impossible to drown.\"\nThomas smirked as he said \"Believe it or not I started this technology because of an OD friend, he cudnt' go into water a rare disease, but I've always been part fish, I felt bad for my friend, and when I found the technology I rigged it up he curl go deep sea diving without any water issues it was amazing.\"\nThomas ate some of his steak as he said \"Unfortunately, these rooms cost 5 mills a night for a reason, between energy consumption general ware and tear on parts, I end up making about a grand a night on the rooms, when you figure in world-class chiefs ll the things the people who stay here require I'm barely breaking even but the struggles their worth it in the end, some day I'd like to open up an affordable version of this place imagine it \"Come stay at The Apartment of your dreams\" an entire family vacation for the cost of a hotel room for a night, everyone could afford it.\""
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"value": "The Magical Congress of the United States didn't allow just anyone into the Department of Magical Enforcement. Everyone knew that. To even apply to get in candidates need to show abilities that surpassed the normal range of a witches or wizards powers. It was no small feat and many didn't make it past the first few tests that were given to weed out the weaker candidates. Being an Aurora for MAC USA was a highly sought after job. It brought a lot of prestige to one's family, and it said a lot about one's magical abilities. Most people could only dream of getting an owl that told them they had made it past the last set of tests. When the news finally broke it was big news in a family. Celebrations were had, people drank loads of fire whiskey and Goldwater and money was given freely....well this was for people who were a part of American wizard royalty.\nAlison \"Ally\" Warren knew all too well how the American wizarding world functioned. If you weren't a part of the old families in America then it would be difficult for you to make a name for yourself. Ally tried her best throughout her life to distance herself from her family's money and power. She didn't want their connections and she didn't want their help. In the long run it would only mean that they had something to lord over her head. Everything they did for a reason. There was always an ulterior motive behind something her father was doing. Kent Warren wouldn't have accepted anything less than perfection. While in school she needed to make sure they remained at the top of her class while also being one of the most well-liked students in school. She had to keep a smile on her face despite how much she hated everything that her family was making her do.\nAfter graduating from Vermont Ally tried to do her own thing. She went back to New York City and got her own apartment much to the dismay of her parents. They couldn't understand why she didn't want to live with them. Even after all of their manipulation and games throughout her childhood. Kent showed up at her house in a fit after a few months. He tried to emotionally guilt her into moving back. Mostly so that he could keep an eye on her. He wanted her to take an office job within MAC USA, but she had bigger dreams. Which is why she found herself where she was in life.\nAlly found herself outside the Woolworth building in downtown Manhattan. She made her way upstairs and reported to her department. There she was told who her partner would be. Jasper Rasmussen. She thought to herself. She was pretty sure they had gone to Vermont together. Furthermore, she wasn't entirely sure they had graduated together, but she knew his name. A secretary led Ally towards her desk where Jasper's desk was located right next to her. \"Mr. Rasmussen should be here in a moment.\" The woman said before hurrying off to her boss. Ally looked around for a moment unsure of what to do next. Jasper would be there any moment, and he had been employed for a while. She imagined she would just take his lead until she got her bearings."
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"value": "Jasper Rassmussenhad fought his whole life fighting for the position he finally had. He had studied constantly as he made his way through the years at Vermont, excelled at defense of the dark arts, as well as, potions, and had applied for the position of Aurora with MAC USA the day he graduated, moving to New York and settling down in a cheap apartment owned by a wizard he had met his first day there. Outwardly he seemed calm and determined as he prepped for his aptitude testing, but inwardly he was panicking, knowing his entire future hung on the results of the test. After agonizing days of waiting, he finally had received the owl telling him the best news of his life.\nHe went out to celebrate afterward, and finally was struck how few connections he had. He had focused on studying and practicing so much that he hadn't cultivated many friendships throughout his time at school, his parents had both passed away, and his brother.... Well even if he knew whereLutherwas it's not like he wanted to share his news with him. So he had sat alone at home, swigging fire whiskey and trying to not feel lonely even while he was getting what he had wanted for so long.\nHe thought of his brother a lot that night. He thought of how Luther had become one of the magical worlds most wanted criminals. How he had disgraced the Rasmussen name, making it infinitely more difficult for Jasper to get to where he was. There had been a time when the name alone would've had guaranteed him a shot at the test, but now it was worth less than a back massage from a Whomping Willow. He couldn't wait for his chance to show the world that the Rasmussen blood was still the blood of heroes and that Luther has merely been a kink that had been worked out.\nSince that day, Jasper hadn't really thought of his brother much. He went through the basic training and preparation to be an Aurora, learned as the trainee of a more experienced wizard, and even proven his abilities by taking on rogue creatures and wizards across the United States. After a couple of years, it led him to this day. He wasn't sure why his brother was on his mind as he made his way into the Woolworth building, but he tried to shake the thoughts and instead focus on what the day meant for his future.\nHe was getting his first case as a full-fledged Aurora. Furthermore, he knew he was getting this opportunity much younger than most did, and he took pride in it, even if they had seen fit to stick him with another fledgling Aurora so that he would not be pursuing the case alone. The only part that bugged him was that he knew the partner. Ally Warren. He knew they had gone to school together, but he was pretty sure she was even younger than he. Which made sense considering she always seemed to top his scores in most subjects. He idly wondered why she wasn't further in her career, but he had heard that she joined the Department of Magical Enforcement only recently.\nHe strode confidently through the halls of his department, his long black coat billowing out around his thighs. Furthermore, he opened the door to the office he was expected to be in a few minutes before their meeting was to start, and was surprised to see the young woman seated already and patiently waiting. His heart skipped a beat as took in the beautiful female. Her long brown hair, her deep hazel eyes, the soft curves of her body. He couldn't help but admit that time had been kind to her. He walked over towards her and took the seat near her before speaking. \"I suppose we will be working together Alison. It's nice to see you again.\""
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"value": "Ally looked up to see Jasper talking to her. It had been quite some time since they had last seen each other. He had grown much taller, but that was to be expected. From what she remembered he wasn't creepy so that was a plus. Ally herself was surprised to see how much the men in MAC USA thought so little of \"pretty women.\" Or perhaps because of her family name he just thought she didn't deserve to be there. But despite how much money and power her father had she wouldn't allow herself to use it. She wanted to prove herself. To make a name for herself without help from anyone else. She had something to prove to everyone but most importantly herself.\n\"It looks like we are. It's nice to see you too.\" All Ally knew about him was that he was a year above her in school. She knew he was a fairly good dualist. The club at Illvermony was pretty hard to get into, and he was allowed in. She'd also heard rumors about it throughout the campus. As long as he could have her back she didn't care. \"But you can call me Ally. Everyone does.\" Ally brushed her hair behind her ear trying not to look into Jasper's eyes. His eye color was mesmerizing. She couldn't look away. There was a duality to them. They held such warmth and so much pain. Something he no doubt tried to hide to the world. Ally didn't want anyone to see the crack in her amour either.\nBefore either one of them could add anything to their conversation someone walked up to their desks interrupting them. \"The Head of Magical Law Enforcement would like to see you both. His office is all the way in the back you can't miss is.\" Ally looked over at Jasper trying to gauge if he knew anything about it. He could clearly see her confusion and shrugged his shoulders. They walked back towards the office and Ally knocked on the door. A gruff voice on the other side said \"Come in. And shut the door behind you.\"\nMark Graves was apart from one of the oldest wizarding families in the United States. His family was one of the founding families of the Magical Department in MAC USA. From the rumors Ally had heard he was a no nonsense type of man. He didn't play any games and he didn't like liars. In fact, he didn't like most people. He didn't trust them. Ally couldn't fault him for that. The kind of career and things he has seen she didn't blame him. \"So you are the new recruits.\" His blue eyes looked them both up and down before laughing. \"Neither one of you look like much but you both had some of the best scores we've seen in a long time. So I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.\" He grabbed a folder off of his desk and flung it at Jasper who caught it. \"In that file is everything you need to know. There is a rouge wizard out in the Mid-West who is killing No Mass. Figure out who it is and apprehend them. If you have any questions bother someone else. You aren't in school anymore. You can leave now.\" He said. Ally was too shocked to say anything. But as the pair turned to leave he stopped them. \"Oh yeah, don't get killed.\" With that Ally and Jasper walked back to their desks to look over the file."
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"value": "Jasper listened to the explanation provided by the gruff Head of Magical Law Enforcement idly. He knew that there case was likely to be tracking down a rogue wizard, that was central focus of their position after all. Instead, his mind was preoccupied with the look she had given him when they had first seen each other on the other room. It was as though she had seen right through him. He was used to woman seeing him and occasionally hitting on him due to his looks, advances he always turned away to avoid letting anyone into his life. The look she had given him though, it was as if it cut right through the walls he had up, and immediately assessed that he wasn't as steady as it seemed.\nWhen they were dismissed, he stood and took the file before nodding to Mark and turn in to the door. He opened the office door to let Ally pass through before him and followed close behind. As they walked towards their desks, he decided to try and get to know a little bit more about his partner. \"So, have you been on any cases like this since you started?\" He knew it was unlikely, considering she was fresh out of training, but he hoped her response would reveal something about how much he could rely on her as a competent partner.\nThey soon reached the new desks they had been assigned, close together in order to aid their partnership. He laid the file on the desk, sitting down and looking at the female instead of opening the file. \"These rogue wizards tend to be willing to do anything to avoid capture. We are likely to be attacked and to have to defend ourselves. There is a large chance we will end up having to face Unforgivable Curses. Have you ever defended against them?\""
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"value": "Ally wasn't the type of woman who needed a man to do things for her. She had always been independent as both a woman and a witch. She didn't need a man to do much for her. But she was pleasantly surprised that he held the door open for her. Most people would open the door for themselves and then hold for the person behind them. But Jasper held the door for her more out of respect then a wrapped view of women being weaker than men. She muttered a thank you before leading she leads them back to their desks.\n\"No I'm just like you. I've just started and this will be my first case. I've heard about a lot of these types of cases. One of my cousins use to work in this department, and he told me how surprising some of these rouge wizards can be. The power that some of them wield can be a little terrifying. But that's probably why they went rouge. They thought they didn't have to follow the rules because of their power.\"\nOnce they sat down it seemed that Jasper wanted to get to know each other better. Ally wasn't opposed to it. At the very least it would make them work better as a team. She needed to know that whoever was with her, she could count on. \"I've defended myself against them before to the best of my ability. I don't have much experience with the killing curse but then again no one does. Well no one alive.\" Ally grabbed the file from Jasper's desk and flipped it open. \"How about you? What's your experience before coming here?\" She asked as she looked up from the file and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. \"I know you were a pretty good student, so I would imagine you are pretty good at defending yourself.\"\nAlly herself was particularly good with defensive spells. During her time at Illvermony she excelled with those particular spells in addition to martial magic. \"From what I remember back in the day you could win a duel against most of the students in your year. Hopefully that's still true.\" Ally quickly glanced through the file before sighing. \"It looks like we are going to Texas. There is a rouge wizard killing nomad's. But it's odd there is no rhyme or reason to these killings. Why would he pick these people are random. They didn't even live near each other. What do you think?\" She asked handing the file over to Jasper once more."
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"value": "Lexi pushed back her long curly black hair behind her shoulders as her long legs took her down the stairway towards the common room. Rounding the corner her thick lips formed a beautiful smile when she spotted her favorite blonde sitting in a chair reading the paper. Lexi took a lot of joy out of annoying Draco, especially in the morning. He always made it so easy for her. She would never deny there wasn't a sexual attraction that she had towards him, but he was always such a dick, and she could never get past that. Lexi quickly made her way over to Draco's lap, sitting across his legs with a smile. Her arm wrapped around his neck as she leaned back against his chest, \"Were you waiting down here for me?\" She asked jokingly. Draco always hated when she touched or sat near him, but she could tell he somewhat enjoyed playing along with her. The two had a strange relationship but for the time being Lexi genuinely enjoyed it.\nHer eyes scanned over him and stopped at his. For such an asshole he had the most gorgeous eyes. She could tell there was hate built up behind them as he stared at her. They were going to play with one another for the time being but usually by the end of the day they were yelling down each other's throats. The boy had an arrogance about him that Lexi hated more than anything. At the same time on those rare occasions when Draco flirted back with her, she would nearly give in once in a while. Lexi knew if she ever gave into him, it would be nothing more than adding a notch to his bedpost for Draco, she was sure he had slept with every girl in Slytherin besides her. When she first met him she had thought it over for a second, but she couldn't bare to give herself over to such a jerk."
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"value": "Themanhad been sitting in the chair reading the paper about his favorite Quidditch team. It didn't hurt that his father happened to own majority share of them, but that was beside the point. Fact of the matter was, they had lost again and this is what made Draco rather upset. That was when Lexi had plopped down on his lap and ruined his train of thought. This morning, however, Draco was feeling particularly good, he had finally closed the deal with Ms. Pansy Parkinson after months of trying to convince her. It didn't take too long, but nonetheless Draco was full of spirit this morning.\n\"I was wondering what smelt like that bastard Blaine, and I guess now I know.\" He said looking her up and down for just a moment before ripping what was left of his paper out from under her. He and Blaine Cabin were close, but they were always butting heads. Furthermore, he was actually gifted at Quidditch whereas Draco was just rich and had better things than everyone else. Furthermore, he was getting better though. There had been rumors going around the Slytherin Common room that Lexi and Blaine had had a little thing going, and he had heard it from the horses mouth itself that it was true. Matter of fact, Blaine couldn't hang out with him and Pansy last night because of Lexi and that allowed him to close the deal. He supposed that he should be thankful of her. At the moment though, he would have his fun.\nNot waiting for her to answer, he ran the outside of his hand against her cheek and smiled. \"What a lucky guy that Blaine, a good romp in the hay you are I bet?\" He said, more of a rhetorical question to himself. \"Better hurry, I hear Blaine is coming.\" He said as he looked towards the door. While he and Pansy perhaps were starting up, Blaine and Lexi seemed to be an actual relationship. That was cute, he would have to get the details from him at Quidditch Practice later in the day. For now, Draco Malfoy was perfectly content."
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"value": "Lexi sat up a little in his lap when she felt him pull at his paper. Laughing at his comments she finally looked over to see Pansy staring at them. Pansy was a complete bitch and Lexi enjoyed more than anything to make her jealous when around Draco. The girl was obviously steaming mad as she glared over at them.\nFeeling Draco's hand against her face she almost flinched away, but she wanted Draco to know that he wasn't bothering her in the slightest. \"What happens between Blaine and I is really none of your business.\" Her hand moved reaching up her finger brushed down his nose, \"You're a nosey little thing aren't you.\" Feeling Pansy's eyes on them, she finally looked over at the girl lazily finger waving to her. Leaning in her lips brushed over Draco's ear causing the girl to stomp out of the common room. Lexi started to laugh uncontrollably, \"It seems I've upset your little girlfriend.\"\nLexi decided she had done enough damage to ruin Draco's day a little and rose up from his lap. \"Maybe we can all go on a double date to Hogsmeade?\" She laughed, half joking. Draco seemed to be in a good mood, and she assumed it had something to do with all the smiling Pansy was doing. Lexi wondered how serious things were between them, she pushed those thoughts out of her head when she saw Blaine coming down the stairs."
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"value": "The man knew better than to get upset with her. After all, he loved having the ball in his court and making the first move and Lexi always seemed to set him up with perfect conditions. Shrugging, he brushed Pansy storming off and looked at her. \"I don't have to impress her.\" He said motioning at Blaine. \"However, here is your man.\" He said as Blaine had come back from his class. Blaine's face was not too happy with Lexi, she was doing the one thing that he hated any of his girlfriends to do and that was flirt with Draco Malfoy. Matter of fact, he knew better than to trust whatever Draco said.\nThe man carrying his books put them down on the table. \"Just what the fuck are you doing?\" Blaine asked Lexi, clearly not pleased with her positioning. Unlike Draco and Pansy, he and Lexi were an actual couple around the school. He always got her the best seats for the Quidditch matches and this was how she repaid him? Draco gave Blaine a little nod, and went back to his paper while Blaine dealt with Lexi. \"Well?\" He said, his voice and temper starting to rise. He knew full well that Draco didn't pull Lexi on his own lap, probably Lexi just trying to mess around.\nShaking his head, he picked his books up and looked her square in the eye. \"I'll give you ten minutes to try and think up an excuse, or we're done. I'll be in my room.\" He said as he trudged up the stairs and when the sound of heavy footsteps stopped, the sound of a door slamming was heard. Draco looked at Lexi and laughed. \"Now you have done it, you have pissed off one of the more wholesome guys we have.\" He said with a snicker. He knew he was untouchable with Blaine, but he wasn't so confident for Lexi."
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"value": "When Draco mentioned Blaine Lexi was feeling slightly worried about what he would say or do. Her eyes widened slightly when Blaine spoke to her, he had never actually been angry with her before. She knew he had a well enough reason to be angry with her because after all Draco was his best friend. Lexi watched Blaine walk off after he more or less threatened to break up with her and could barely believe her day was going that badly already.\nThe girl was more than worried that Blaine would actually break up with her when Draco's laugh brought her back to reality. Lexi glared at Draco before immediately removing herself from his lap. Without a thought she headed up the stairs to Blaine's room. Lexi hated more than anything to apologize to someone, but Blaine was fun, and she genuinely liked him.\nTaking a deep breath she knocked on his door, \"I'm sorry Blaine. I was just trying to piss off Pansy, but I promise I will not go near Draco again.\" She stood there for a moment hoping he would answer the door. Lexi was sure if he wouldn't take her apology she could persuade him to forgive her some other way."
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"value": "It was true, for the whole four days to a week that Blaine and Lexi had officially been together, it had been pretty smooth sailing. Blaine had some sort of idea that something might go awry with Draco but at the current moment, he wasn't thinking long term, he was angry now. When he had heard the knock, he trudged over to the door and ripped it open, half expecting to see Draco there. His mouth was wide open, and he was about to start yelling at her, fortunately he thought before he started to yell and grabbed her arm and pulled her in the room.\nSlamming the door behind him, he looked at her, pacing for just a moment trying to gather his thoughts. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head. He was worried about her sure, but at the moment he was worried about something else. \"I don't want you to not go near him.\" He said bluntly. \"We are friends, and we will hang out, I just don't want you to do that kind of stuff.\" He said as he started to pace again. He was starting to get more and more angry with her, but he had no idea how to formulate his words, and he didn't want to turn this into a yelling contest. Blaine Cabin tried to keep a level head.\nThe two were good friends, but that didn't mean that there wasn't some sort of rivalry between the two. Having her touchy-feely on Draco meant that he looked weaker, and that was something that couldn't happen when he butts heads with Draco on a regular basis. \"What do you think we should do?\" He asked her, truly wanting to know what she had thought. This was a matter that they had to try and work through. Testing their bonds early. Blaine Cabin at heart was a better man than Draco, though he did have his temper. . ."
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"value": "Lexi stayed quiet leaning against the door as Blaine paced the room and spoke to her. She was more than happy he didn't start to yell at her because she didn't want him to break up with her. The girl knew she was wrong for what she did, but she wasn't really thinking at the time, and she loved to ruin Draco's day.\nWhen Blaine finally finished talking she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, \"I'm really sorry, and I know he's your friend so from now on if I want to piss off Pansy or Draco I'll do it without doing something that might make your mad.\" She meant every word she said and leaned up pressing her lips against his for a quick kiss.\nShe didn't know what else to say, and they had just started officially dating. Her arms slid from around his neck and her hands held onto his shirt gently as she looked up into his eyes. A smile danced on her lips as she looked up at him, there was something very sexy about the way Blaine was acting, \"You're kind of sexy all mad and jealous.\" She smiled but quickly spoke again, \"Not that I purposely did that, I'm just saying.\" She didn't want the situation to get any worse than it already was by Blaine thinking she purposely did it."
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"value": "Blaine Cabin had let her kiss him before looking at her. He had no problem with her trying to piss off Draco and Pansy, though he knew that they had pretty thick skin. The man shook his head when she had made her comment and finally let out a laugh. He was pretty upset with her, but he figured there was nothing wrong with a little harmless fun. \"That's all I ask.\" He said with a laugh before looking down and realized that her hands were on his blazer and his nice white shirt.\nOne problem was that Blaine had a class in twenty minutes. He didn't care at this moment though, without much of a prior warning, Blaine pushed her against the closed door and proceeded to ram his tongue down her throat. That was something that was wrong with Blaine, he was much to spontaneous. It had hurt him when dealing with Quidditch, but he didn't think that Lexi would really mind.\nIt was time for some make up for Draco. He knew Blaine was too soft to do anything, and he moved quickly to knock on Pansy's door. He found it interesting that Lexi and Pansy shared a room, how ironic. Though it made sense, that was how that had all met in the first place. Finally, when he got no answer, he just barged into their room and closed the door behind him. \"Pansy?\" He called out into the dark, looking for his friend. He was unsure where she was, but he had a feeling that she was in her room. There was nowhere else for her to go."
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"value": "While Blaine and Lexi were making up in his room Pansy was lying in the dark over reacting about the situation. She had finally gotten Draco this year and some new girl was trying to screw it up. She heard the boy knock at the door but refused to answer it, he could have pushed her away, but he didn't. What pissed Pansy off more was that she shared a room with that slut, she was sure she was just trying to ruin her life.\nDraco finally just walked into the room and Pansy stayed quiet as he looked around. Hearing him call her name out cause her to sigh softly, \"Lexi isn't here if that's why you came.\" She was so annoyed with that girl, and she was always around Draco. Finally shutting the table lamp on Pansy sat up and looked up at him. \"You know I hate her, yet you let her sit on your lap like that?\""
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"value": "In another timeline, in another world Chaldea stood alone as a bastion for humanity, a last hope for the world after it was incinerated, and even furthermore after mankind was erased. A valiant master stood nearly alone against incomprehensible forces, with only a few chosen servants at his side. There is a story that tells of its fate, unwinding as we speak. It is a tale of virtue and sacrifice, of darkness and overcoming despair.\nThis Chaldea, this story hews closely to that tale, yet, retains its own nature. This is not the story of a grand order, this is the story of a grand city. This is the story of a city that has withstood time immemorial. Mages might have been getting rarer over the years, but mage craft and magic still ran strong within the city. It was a bastion for their kind, and while non mages were allowed to live in the city as staff and assistants to the mages, it was clear that mages were considered a slight step above at the least. Of course, there was a reason for this.\nSingularities.\nThese anomalies of time and space flared up into existence some time ago, with Chaldea being formed as a city to first safeguard humans from these distortions. No one knew what they were at first, only that they came, swallowed up parts of the world, and left leaving devastation in their wake. It took brave mages to venture forth into one and come back alive to tell the tale of what they were. Singularities were portals to another period of time, almost always the past. Monsters, demons, and other supernatural forces were rampant, a clear sign that something had been going wrong in these distortions and that unless stopped at their root, they would continue to destroy the world bit by bit. Thankfully, mages had an answer to their problems.\nThe servant system was initially used by mage kind as a locus for the Grail War, a now outdated and dangerous war where 7 mages summoned a servant each, and fought one another for the chance to obtain a wish from the holy grail. Chaldea's energy source was the heart of the city, and through its creation, Mages were able to summon servants to their beck and call as aids and assistants And now, as their allies in fighting back against the singularities. Of course, it was still rather dangerous to attempt to do so alone, so mages often worked with the strongest servants they could.\nThis is the story of one Go Cayuga.\nMorning within the city happened as it always did, the buzzing of alarms, the steady brew of coffee for many, and preparing for the long day ahead. As Cayuga was just a spare hire for Chaldea, he was expected to work with other mages as an assistant and accomplice, including in singularities. Of course, he was not alone. His ever ready assistant, Mash Kyrelightwas something of an anomaly herself. A human with the abilities of a servant. This made managing her MANA and powers easier. Not much was known about her past even to herself, other than that she was seemingly born with a connection to some sort of servant. All the same, she was a true and powerful ally, shielding the young Cayuga from monster and magic with a shield even taller than she was!\nDressed in the simple lab coat, stockings, and black shirt, Mash stood outside the door to Kaunas room with a slightly pouty expression on her lip. Cayuga may not have heard the alarm go off, or perhaps he had shut it off manually. Either way, the young but curvy woman took a deep sigh, and knocked loudly against the door to his room. Sendai! It's time to wake up! Sendai, it was almost always what the lavender haired and eyes woman called Cayuga. It was a beautiful morning in Chaldea, the equivalent of spring, and despite the threat of looming singularities, people held hope for the future."
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"value": "Go rolled from his bed, the messy bed head of his unbecoming of a mage, if Olga saw him he bet she'd blow a blood vessel, it was clear Chaldea's assistant director Atmosphere wasn't particularly fond of him. He was after all, a very low class bottom of the barrel kinda mage. Surely those with the blood of great mages past were more respected with their large family lineages dating back hundreds of thousands of eons ago.\nRising awake, Go Cayuga age 21, he was born in America but had a lineage of sorts one supposed. It wasn't a strong mage lineage though, just one that had diluted and been part of branching bloodlines. \"MMPP.\" Go rose from his sleep sounding like an absolute zombie, he was not a morning person, and the bright sun billowing through the opened doorway was causing his forehead veins to pulse. Rising from his bed, the door would open on its own, it was likely a bit loose and he hadn't bothered locking it. When the door was opened, and she could see the figure rising from his bed, he was well. Shirtless, and then as the covers pulled back even more, he was tall... like he had long legs and long arms, and they were in decent shape, he played a bit of ball in his college days before, that all went to hell in a handbasket.\n\"Oh, Mash... right...\" The blankets parting, and he stood up obliviously he wasn't even wearing any boxers at the moment, as he rose to his feet. \"MMM coffee...\" He muttered like a zombie then walking dick swinging between his legs ever so visibly. To grab up the discarded clothing on the floor, he didn't exactly arrive with much to begin with. Go stood around 6'2 was decently handsome probably if he wasn't so slowly in the morning, his frame suggesting he was a bit of a basketball player in his pastime. Pale skin, red hair that was clearly dyed as one could see the color fading in places a bit. Grabbing up some old boxers off the floor, and then pulling on some pants, showering the room with his eyes for the pesky socks. Still complete unaware he had so casually just flaunted himself in front of Mash like that until his long sleeve black t-shirt and his white jacket were pulled over his shoulders clearly taking a dervish of time at this point. Grabbing socks then shoes... \"Oh should probably slather on some Do...\" he reached into a duffle bag and did that real quick. Before he rose to his feet and walked forward.\nGo Kanagawa thus dressed as he was ever going to be for the day, or until he stopped off and got some coffee.\n\"Morning Mash.\" He'd just seemingly mutter out of the blue. Blinking several times, as he was feeling his brain starting up finally as his slightly red colored eyes look to the small diminutive teenager just outside his door. As he thus stood in front of her now. On the night stand by his bed was a strange looking alarm analog coo clock, it was unplugged... Da Vinci probably gave it to them because they had run out of alarm clocks when he got here. But the thing was so noisy he had to unplug it halfway through the night and thus now here he was waking up probably an hour later than he intended. Go rests his frame against the door frame looking beyond Mash seeing the bright sunny day ahead of them.\nChaldea City was made using some advanced level magic, and the architecture borrowed from various parts of Europe and sort of had a multicultural style to it. Admittedly though he was in the lower side of the city, because he was poor, and not from a big fancy mage family who got mansions and the like on the upper streets. Still it wasn't so bad, there was almost never really a reason to not be able to walk from some place to the other. And even if they needed to get somewhere there were convenient teleported pads around the place, so someone could just instantly move to a specified location, once they were given the specialized device mages were allowed they were like badges and cellphones but had other magical properties too."
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"value": "Mash was not one to repeatedly knock on the door or even barge in, yet her simple knocking prior had a sense of urgency of its own. There was no pressing matter just yet, and the morning was early enough that Go was able to get some extra rest, but they did have tasks for the day, and it was quite likely that they would have some sort of magical project to work on, or the ever present threat of a singularity occurring. Of course, they weren't the only mages capable of handling them, but every hand on deck counted. With her boots lightly tapping against the floor of the building as she waited for Go to wake up, she heard something going on in his room and gave a sigh of relief as the sounds of her Sendai waking up. Taking a few steps away from the door, one could readily see the lavender haired women more mousy personality at play, the woman seeking to look over her tablet as it ran off their various duties for the day Which weren't anything serious, so far. A briefing later on, but that seemed to be the only major event they had.\nAs the door slid open, Mash gave a quick nod to Go, smiling afterward. You're up a little late. Did you sleep well? She asked, looking up to Go he was considerably taller than Mash; she was a petite woman, but not a slender one as the women coat somewhat hid her more ample curves. With her tie resting between her breasts, she didn't really seem to notice just how she came across, a mixture of brains, yet her beauty was plain for all to see despite it being something she never thought on.\nOutside, Chaldea was as sunny and bright looking as ever, it would be hard to tell that it was almost one of the last few cities on earth that were truly safe. People of all walks of life called it home, mostly welcome on its shining streets and numerous buildings. We have a briefing later today with Olga Atmosphere, but after that it seems they left the day free for us as far as training and keeping up with current events goes. But I think we should have breakfast first, right? She asked a little cheerily, a soft smile on her face as she began to follow Go with a slightly lagging pace. Despite being something of a minder at times to Go, she often deferred to him and did truly see him as her superior."
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"value": "Go was nodding as she spoke. As he stretched and rolled his shoulders once he was out the door with her. I slept awfully, air conditioner broke down halfway through the night, so I had to strip layers off periodically through the night not to sweat my balls offish was a bit of a crude guy sometimes, and it contrasted vividly when you put him next to the prim and proper Olga who definitely looked down on him and anyone who wasn't of any big mage family. But she was his boss technically and for the matters he didn't really care much what was thought of him by anyone as long as they weren't hurting anyone he cared about he'd take as much of anyone's tongue lashings was required. Besides, he knew how to play with Olga and her superiority complex or any other big-headed high on your own families lineage types.\nYeah, let's make for Unlimited should be able to get a decent cup of coffee and some food. As he walked he listens she followed behind him.\nThe small girl was indeed what he might call a short stack. Go found her pleasing to be around, she was quiet and perhaps bit more of an introvert than the extroverted Go. Honestly he'd never seen her talking to anyone besides him or Roman outside of actual work periods\nBut well, her mousy nature was a thing he took great notice of, and the fact she seemed very distant from her fellow Chaldeans save for him and a handful and a finger of others. Realizing he probably was outpacing her, it was hard not to kinda want to look out for her. He had a sense she like him felt like an outsider at times. Or maybe he knew so little of her circumstances either way.\nHe slowed his stride his legs were longer then hers, and he was known to be a pretty fast walker. Slowing his stride he walked side by side with her now. Well also he wanted to walk and watch her bosom bouncing as they walked, he really enjoyed just how springy those puppies looked stuffed in there.\nWas she wearing a bra? Could she afford one to fit those? Questions he had but kept to himself. The walk into town from his place didn't take long and the weather was nice. The city had a dome over it, but the sun still got through.\nHe looked up as they walked seeing it over head hiding the public eyes from the many rings in the actual sky. It's a little eerie knowing this city doesn't actually have a sky The dome around Chaldea City had a biome setting that changed based on time of day and season replication of the real thing but even to a mage like Go who barely counted as a mage, he could very clearly tell it was different.\nAs they walked together, the faint sound of the tiniest sound of pawed feet was heard scampering up to them. Then suddenly leaps towards Mash. Foo! Said the ball of fluff which looked like a dog that was about the size of a rabbit. Moving up her frame passing between the valley of Mash's breasts lucky adorable bastard. The small little beast cuddled along Mash's shoulders and then perched there, it was cute. \"Aww there's our favorite little ball of fur...\"\nGo reached over to stroke For's small to frame a gentle Burr coming from For followed, but then the clever little beauty looked to Mash, Foo?\nThe little beast seemed to look at her questioning you as if asking is he could come along to breakfast with them, For usually either hung out with Mash or was freely roaming the city. Go had no idea what sort of animal For was and no one else seemed willing to clarify but it really didn't matter he was cute as a button and him sitting and curled about Mass shoulder gave her the most adorable look."
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"value": "Deep in the Wolfs wood, a reconstructed Deep wood Motto housed the last remaining man of House Glover. The loyal vassals of House Stark nearly became extinct during King Robert Marathons Rebellion. Jaron Glovers father, uncles, and cousins fought valiantly, but could not escape with their lives. Although House Glover was rarely considered an important House, it was a House of The North. Deep wood Motto was not only attacked, but it was destroyed. The men unable to fight, the women, and the children were all slaughtered, leaving literally no Glover left to claim the broken stronghold none except for one small child that was found by Lord Edward Stark.\nThe baby was hidden away, miraculously placed in the one spot where the castle held on by a thread. It would have been criminal to leave him, so Ned Stark returned him to Winterfell. There was a nice couple that lived in the castle, though they could never have children. They were a perfect match. Jaron was raised, being educated of his heritage, also being raised like a noble with proper education, training, and preparing for the future. Thankfully Lord Stark even took initiative to send men out to rebuild the stronghold. The idea was simple: have it ready by the time Jaron became of age.\nAll things considered, Jaron grew up happily. It did hurt him, the more he got older and the more he understood the world, to not have his real father or family around. However, everyone was always so kind to him. The married couple he grew up with treated him like he was their own giving him love, respect, and care. It also allowed Jaron to grow particularly close with the Stark kids, specifically training with Jon and Robb.\nBeyond their friendship, Jaron developed something with Santa Stark, too. They saw each other daily, multiple times a day. It was clearly a blooming crush growing between the two teenagers. Even today, years into the future, Jaron would think about her smile or think about her laugh when he was going through a difficult time. She was his best friend, as he told her multiple times throughout their lives. All good things must end, though. Around the time it was decided for Jaron to return to House Glover, Santa was whisked away to marry the Prince. He did share a heartfelt goodbye with her, believing it was the last time they would ever see each other.\nIt never meant Jaron stopped thinking about her, though. Their memories were too fond: sneaking to her room to stay up late, talking about random things, passing notes underneath the table during dinner time, greeting her each time they passed each other in the hallway. Of course, they were probably too young to understand the concept of love or what it meant, but looking back, Jaron was certain it would have turned to love fairly easily if given a chance.\nAs a relatively new Lord, the small forces of House Glover were called upon to march with Robb Stark. Surprisingly, Jaron showed better-than-average skill and prowess on the battlefield. He did seem like the type that enjoyed settling issues with his sword instead of his words. Despite that, nobody could be prepared for the Red Wedding. Jaron lost count of how many Frey she took out with him, but a sword being plunged into his back nearly brought the end of his life and the end of House Glover. Persevering, the young man fought hard and managed to escape through the woods after playing dead for hours until the Frey's were too drunk to even pay attention to the carnage.\nThankfully, when the Bolton's came to power, Deep wood Motto was just a building in the woods. It was not something they cared much about until they learned that Jaron Glover had returned. By then, Jon Snow and the Knights of the Vale had recaptured the North.\nSo, why was he thinking so much about Santa Stark right now? Quite simply news reached his stronghold that Jon Snow and Santa Stark were asking to be received. It was not well-known that a Glover now controlled the Deep wood again, as it seemed Jon was unsure who to address in his letter. When the Stark banner men arrived, they were received and Jaron revealed himself. Without any hesitation, Jaron committed House Glover to House Stark again, following Jon wherever he would lead. It took two weeks to trek in the snow from Deep wood to Winterfell, but during that time, Jaron spent nearly every waking second with Santa Stark. The feelings they had when they were younger, the kisses they stole, the late nights they spoke to one another neither had forgotten. If anything, the feelings were stronger. It was the first night in Winterfell and Jaron was lying down in his bed. He slept peacefully until there was a knock in his door. The man pushed himself up to a standing position and quickly walked over to open the door once dressed in his night robe."
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"value": "Santa Stark had such a troubling life for one so young. Her life growing up was wonderful. Santa Stark is the eldest daughter and second child of Lady Katelyn and Lord Edward Stark, the Warden of the North. Santa was born and raised at Winterfell. She has an older brother, Robb, two younger brothers, Bran and Reckon, a younger sister, Arya, and a \"bastard half-brother\" Jon Snow, with whom she had a distant relationship due to her mother's influence. Both her mother and Santa regretted how they treated Jon, but both would grow to love him. Sadly, her mother was never able to have the chance because she and her brother were killed.\nEven her engagement to Jeffery Marathon was incredibly tolling. The Lannister's executed her father and then held her captive until she was able to leave after Jeffery was assassinated. Once back in the north she was still held captive by House Bolton. Where she was subjected to all types of terrible treatment. She saw how cruel men could be, but she took everything in and learned how to fend for herself.\nBut she at least had the memories from her childhood to keep her company. Her family of course button Glover. Jaron was what had kept her alive. He was a ward of her father while they were children, and she grew close to him. They would always run away together for a little while. Stealing kisses from each other any chance they could. That was until they were separated from each other. Once she was taken to Kings Landing to marry Jeffery she had no more contact with Jaron. That didn't stop the red-headed beauty from thinking about him. What he was doing. Who he was with. Was he safe? Despite all of this she had to put him out of her mind as best she could. She doubted he was able to survive any of the hardships that hit the north and in particular his family.\nOnce she found her way to Jon again she was relived. She made it out and was slowly bringing her family name back to power. Nothing could make those last couple of weeks better right? Her older brother Jon told her the good news. Jaron was alive and well. They were on their way to see him in the morning. Santa's heart pounded in her chest at the thought of seeing him after all of those years. Would he still be the same kind and gentle man she had once known? Would all of those years mean he would have moved on? Forgotten about her?\nThat is how Santa found herself outside of Jaron's door. She knocked softly hoping the man was still up. When the door opened her heart swelled with happiness. \"Jaron!\" She whispered excitedly as she moved closer to him and laid her head down on his chest. Feeling him that close to her was like having a part of her again that had been missing. She never wanted to let go."
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"value": "Pulling the door to his quarters open, Lord Jaron Glover did not know whom to expect at this time of night. The first inclination was to believe that there was reason to worry. Why would anyone reach out to him at such an hour? It was not like he was being awakened from his slumber, though. Sleeping was difficult to do ever since the night of the fated Red Wedding. Most nights, Jaron relived it. Not only did he relive the inability to save his close friend, King Robb Stark, he relived what should have been his own death. To this day, Jaron had no idea how he survived that night.\nThere was a huge scar across the front of his chest representing where a sword had cut deep. Laying in a pool of his own blood, Jaron managed to crawl away into the forest until some other surviving Stark banner men managed to help him escape. There was just one concept and one person that was keeping him going. That idea was love combined with Santa Stark. Even without a legitimate reason to believe he would ever see Santa again, Jaron just KNEW deep in his bones that the redhead and himself would reunite.\nTurns out, he was right. In fact, that same woman in his dreams was standing right outside his door tonight. His eyes went wide upon seeing her, finding it strange that she would greet him wearing her night garb. Did it mean this was not a purely business visit? Did it mean something else? Barons pulse began to race, his heartbeat growing even more. God, she looked so beautiful even in such a simple night robe, her beauty was overwhelming to him. Jaron still did not believe that she could be a real person she had to be an angel of some kind.\nGood evening, my Lady. Please, do come in. You are welcome here anytime. What did she wish to tell him in the privacy of his own quarters? It must have been important. Holding the door open for Santa, Jaron waited until she crossed the threshold and entered the room before closing the door back, locking it. Taking a deep breath, Jaron could only hope that nothing was wrong. He was often a pessimist, so it was natural for him to worry about everything.\nPart of him wondered if he should move to get dressed. However, being in this state of undress around Santa Stark simply felt natural. Honestly, the young man had no idea what she was scheming together. As far as he knew, there was no telling if she loved him or if the distance made her grow apart from him. All Jaron could say for certain was that his heart still beat faster when he thought about her and their love was strong. He wanted to be with Santa in every way. Marrying her would have been a dream. Suddenly, he felt her wrap her arms around him, so Jaron did not even hesitate to do the same thing.\nWith open arms, Lord Jaron Glover welcomed Lady Santa Stark into his arms. It made him feel peaceful, again. Even though his trials were not nearly as difficult to endure as his beloveds last few years, Jaron had his fair share of trauma and bleakness. Being able to hold the redhead again kept him sane. For once, he was not fighting for his life. It felt like a dream. How was this even possible? All fears melted away.\nIt is so good to hold you again."
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"value": "Santa couldn't let go of the strong man as his strong arms wrapped around her small body. It felt right to be held by Jaron again. Santa didn't ever want to let go of Jaron. She could die in his arms at that moment and the beauty would be able to find peace with that. She couldn't wait any longer, and she realized that now. The pair had spent the last couple of years not being able to see each other, and she couldn't deny feeling Jaron's body against her. Slowly the girl pulled away though knowing that they would need to part at some point.\n\"I've missed you so much Jaron... I can't even begin to tell you all the terrible things that have happened.\" A single tear formed on Santa's left eyes and trailed down her face as she thought back to what had happened to her. She felt stupid for getting this emotional. \"I'm sorry I'm ruining this moment. It's just so good to see you after all of these years.\"\nWithout thinking, Santa reached up and touched Jaron's face and felt his thick beard under her soft and delicate hands for a moment. \"You look the same, but you've changed so much since we've last seen each other.\" Santa pulled Jaron by the hand and led him to the bed and sat down with him. \"Tell me everything that's happened to you.... Have you found a woman you hope to marry?\" Santa asked trying to gauge if he had a wife or love interest. She prayed he didn't, but it had been years, and she wouldn't have been surprised if women had been throwing themselves at him."
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"value": "I have missed you as well, Santa. I missed you so much. I've heard some about the things that have happened to you. I am so sorry. I wish I could take all your pain away. Furthermore, I wish I could have been there for you to help you. Furthermore, I am so sorry about that, Santa. Jaron whispered, holding onto Santa tight, not ever wanting to let her go, either. Jaron could barely believe this was real.\nDon't be sorry. You're not ruining anything. You could never ruin anything. The left hand of Jaron slightly lifted Kansas face upwards while his right hand reached down to gently wipe her tear away. He made sure that every tear she had was wiped away by his touch before joining her to sit down onto the bed. His smile was still bright while looking at Santa, reaching out to grab onto both of her hands, looking into her eyes while she spoke to him. Jaron held onto every word, just hearing the sound of her voice again making him smile.\nNot much good has happened. I've been battling to get back to my home, to you. He added. She asked him about a woman he wanted to marry, and he was wondering where she was going with this. He thought about how he was going to reply. If Jaron answered the way he wanted to answer, there would be a chance he could upset her if she didn't feel the same way, but this was a risk he was willing to take. There is a woman in my life I want to marry. That woman is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, and I am deeply in love with her, you are that woman, Santa. I don't care how long it has been. Being back with you for a couple of weeks or so has proved to me that my feelings are still there for you."
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"value": "The sun was rising above the horizon above San Romero, California. A new day was dawning, especially for two brothers. They wereVergilandDanteKnight, they were seniors in high school and looking to attend San Romero High School. They were average, Dante was what every high school kid wanted to be: laid back, fearless, crazy (in a good way), flippant, uncaring of authority or rules, he could be smart when he wanted to, but he chooses not to on most occasions, and a Witt that many crave. Virgil on the other hand was the complete opposite. Virgil is calm, cool, and collected. However, his quietness is not due to a lack of self-confidence; it is because he never shows fear for anything. Qualities only craved by a few, but it had gotten him far in his own chosen profession. The profession he, and his brother, have chosen was an odd one (and a rare one at the least), it was technically doing odd jobs for the right price, and they all included a supernatural element. They were hunters. Zombies, demons, etc. it did not matter what, as long as the customer paid them well enough, they would kill it. They weren't the only ones here though, apparently the family known as Starling were prominent hunters in this city, but they were little of a challenge to Virgil, Dante merely enjoyed the competition.\nIt was Monday, time to go to school. Virgil was already awake by the time the alarm in the house went off. They were 18, so the state left them alone to live as they pleased. Virgil was slightly sore from the job they did last, but nothing that rest and a few aspirin could cure. Dante was still rolling around in his bed trying to shut off the alarm. Virgil was cooking breakfast by the time Dante shuffled down. \"You better quicken your step Dante, I'll leave you behind if you're not ready when I leave.\" Dante just shook it off and kept at his own pace. He finished cooking and placed two full plates on the table, Dante dived at the food as soon as his plate touched TGE table. They both ate and Virgil quickly finished and left to go get dressed while Dante went for seconds and even more.\nHe stepped into his bedroom and went to the dresser where a mirror stood, and he looked at himself. His silver hair was a mess as it hung down past his ears. He took his hands and slicked it back to its usual look, it was the only thing that made Virgil look different from Dante (he kept his down). After that he put on a dark blue v-neck t-shirt and a black leather jacket. After putting on some dark washed jeans and black shoes he went downstairs to see the surprise that Dante was ready to go with a red t-shirt and khaki cargo jeans, the younger twin with a grin on his face. They both went out to the car, a red vintage sports car that their father left them, and drove to school, Virgil not fond of the idea but Dante was excited to go. Before the car took off they each put on a charmed jewel to hide their silver hair, Dante wore a necklace and Virgil wore a ring on his right hand. The charm made their hair a dark chestnut color.\nWhen they arrived Virgil saw only what he expected to see. The popular masses all flocking to the symbol of mediocrity, Dante saw it as a chance to meet some pretty girls and flirt his way through the whole school. They both got out of the car and Dante whistled and cooed, \"Oh Virgil looks at all of them!\" Virgil ignored him and pulled out a book he was reading. Still Dante continued, \"Cheerleaders, preps, dorks, goths! All hot!\" Virgil shook his head and walked on, his ice blue eyes glued to the pages while his periphery watched for the crowd, \"One of these days Dante, all the female population will ban together and deny you everything.\" Virgil moved on to find a quiet place to relax before the starting bell rang."
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"value": "\"No, no, no! I don't want to hear about your stupid scholarship anymore!\"\n\"Juliet, this isn't just some scholarship. This is my life.\"\n\"Well, you were my life and currently, you kinda suck!\" A little cherry bomb cried out from the corner of the courtyard, her freshly kissed-eighteen face flushed in frustration as she folded her arms across her chest. Turning her head, her blonde hair swayed with the movement of her ponytails while she huffed and puffed at the once star of the football team: Nick Carlyle.\n\"Ugh, I swear. You're impossible!\" The much shorter beau of hers threw his hands up in frustration, his fingertips accidentally slapping against her San Romero Knights-printed chest. The bubble-voiced blonde's head snapped back towards him, her blue eyes sparkling with rage before her hand was rushed across her boyfriend's cheek, marking it with the latest gossip across the schoolyard.\n\"Don't you dare touch me! We are through, you here me? Through!\" The captain of the cheerleading squad declared loudly, causing the student body to turn their heads in interest. Nick found himself taken back both by the stinging sensation laid upon his face and her startling words. With doe eyes, he looked at her in panic.\n\"No, wait, Juliet. Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch you. We can work this out,\" he stuttered, fumbling for words to make the zombie-slaying cheerleader change her mind. But it was too late, for Juliet had already turned her skirt to him and marched off. Dust kicked up at her heels and Nick knew by that time, it was over and there was no talking sense into Juliet until her temper relaxed. Which would certainly take some time.\nMeanwhile, Juliet shook her head, rubbing at her eyes to hide her frustration into forming into a visual gossip. Her daddy taught her to be stronger than that. Besides, she was eighteen now, and it was about time to act like an adult. It wasn't that Nick had \"touched her,\" for if that was the problem, they would have been over by their second date. It was that ever since their almost apocalyptic experience with the undead and Nick was conjoined with a brand-new body that wasn't up to \"football standards,\" he had been a complete jerk!\n\"He should be thankful I saved him. That meanie-head dick!\" At least he wasn't just a head anymore, right? Anyway, his scholarship had been challenged into university since he wasn't exactly the star of the San Romero Knights anymore and the newest addition to the bench warmers. Juliet suggested him trying out for the tennis team or even the bowling team since he seemed to be such a big hit at it during their little adventure, but Nick would have no thought motioned towards it. Ever since the football team downgraded him, he had been so sour towards Juliet. Dates became slim and affection began to disappear soon afterward, and it was almost every time she complimented the chance of her squad winning nationals that she got snapped at by Nick. \"I don't care Juliet!\" Yeah, sure. What a jerk off.\n\"Juliet, I heard you and Nick broke up!\" Juliet heard one of her squad members yell out after her, but Juliet just waved her off. Wow, that was fast.\n\"I-I have to go show some new students around school. See you at practice!\""
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"value": "Virgil wandered the school walkways as he looked around to view his classmates. They all seemed like the common stereotypes to him, but he was always the over critical one so it could be pure opinion that drove him to these conclusions. Still, in his mind he only saw them as they were, a means to an end. People that he may never know to work as a stepping stone to greater things. \"Means to an end,\" he muttered smugly to himself. Now it was time to relax and enjoy reading more of \"Inferno\" the first part to the divine comedy. It was funny to think that Versus and his brother Dante were named after characters in this book and yet Virgil had only started reading the book only weeks ago. It was so funny to think about it that it actually elicited an audible chuckle from him. Furthermore, it was not his usual chuckle of haughty derision like it normally was, it was genuinely about the comedic value of his thought.\nHe found a spot under a tree in a courtyard and decided that it was as good a spot as he could find, so he took it.\nHe sat beneath the tree and rested against the thick trunk. Furthermore, he reach into his bag and pulled out the red leather-bound book with the word Inferno pressed into it and painted a deep good color. Furthermore, he began to settle into the book when two teenagers became very audible. Furthermore, he looked up to see that it was a rather unusually short man talking up to an all too familiar cheerleader, Juliet Starling. Just seeing her brought up the reflex to draw his Katina, but he only grabbed air as he realized the time a place. Not now, and not here. Here was school, he was here to learn. He would have to play nice with Starling for now and wait for nightfall for the real fun to begin.\nWhatever the two were shouting about was pointless to him so all he heard was, \"Was was was was was.\" He went back to his book to only be assaulted again by the sound of Dante whooping and hollering about something as he saw the boy run up to him with slits of paper. \"Five, Virgil! Five numbers already! This place is paradise, oh why didn't we move here sooner?!\" Virgil only shook his head and read aloud,\nConsider ye the seed from which ye sprang;\nYe were not made to live like unto brutes\nBut for pursuit of virtue and of\nknowledge.\nDante rolled his eyes at Virgil, \"Buzz kill dude, buzz kill. Why do you have to get all poetic and serious about stuff like this?\" Virgil shut the book to look at him, \"Because at least one of us has to, Dante. One of these days you might learn why.\" With that he returned to his book."
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"value": "\"Ooh, gee! How am I supposed to know what they look like? 'Show the new kids around.' Well, what do they look like, for crying out loud?\" Juliet bickered to herself as she marched around the courtyard. Juliet was the \"pride and joy\" of the school since the zombie attack and ever since, Juliet seemed to do everything for the school. When the school received a check from the governor for the repairs, Juliet was the one who took it. When the school opened back up after the repairs, Juliet was the one who cut the ribbon. Juliet was the one on the front page of the newspaper. And now Juliet was the one showing around new kids, like as if Juliet showing them around was going to further their opinion about enrolling in school. The blonde huffed in further agitation, crinkling up a wrapper as she tossed a lollipop between her teeth.\nHer eyes scanned the area as she placed her hand roughly on her hip, giving everyone her \"warrior's eye.\" Her sister taught her how to scout better than this. She could do it! She didn't come from a family of zombie slayers for nothing. If she could handle the undead, she could handle figuring out which kids did not fit in with the others.\n\"Oh, I wish I didn't have to do this today. I'm, like, so totally falling in out of love with Nick. Where's the sympathy?\"\nThen, she saw them. Two boys nearing each other, one being Mr. Bookworm-Dramatic-Pants while the other hovered over him with his hair falling down, unlike his familiar faced brother. Twins. That was right! They were twins. Suddenly, it was as if the argument between her and Nick had never happened from the glee of her accomplishment of spotting the twins.\n\"Hey! Hey, guys!\" She cried out, waving her hands to flag them down. Funny to do, taking into factor that they weren't even moving. The cheerleader dashed to them, skidding to a stop whenever she approached the tree to have her overly heavy bag she carried everywhere crash into her side. She winced but smiled, trying to play it cool as she removed the candy from her mouth.\n\"You two must be Dante and Virgil. Nice names, a bit tragic much, huh? Well, I guess not. Wasn't it a comedy or something? Anyway, hi! Welcome to San Romero High. I'm Juliet Starling. Star and captain of the San Romero Knights cheerleading squad. We're going to Nationals this year, did ya know? But anyway, I'm also your tour guide here to the wonderful -- and recently rebuilt -- San Romero High. Officially undead free since 2012, if you've heard the news,\" Juliet babbled on, steadily keeping a smile on her face as she zipped on senselessly. She rocked on her heels as she talked, making big gestures whenever she was excited -- which was with practically everything she said. \"So which one's Dante and which one's Virgil? Where do you two come from? What made you want to go here? Do you play sports? I hope you two aren'tfootball players. Football is so out of season this year -- literally -- so why not try out the bowling team? I heard they're doing good this year. Might cheer at one of their events. Are perhaps the book reading club? B-O-O-K. What do we read? Books! Think it could work? Wait, does the Book Club even go or have events?\"\nThe cheerleader exhaled. \"Anyway, it's nice to meet you!\""
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"value": "Republic City was an industrial edifice in a magical world. Mechanical marvels were an everyday occurrence as cars rolled along streets, airships blotted out the sun at least once day, and the wheels of innovation turned in every factory that called Republic City home. But there was life yet -- in parks, in potted plants on window sills, in every florist's shop life bloomed in a rainbow of petals. Under the smog that set the sky ablaze with every sunset, flowers bloomed... and with them, light green spores were released in the gentlest puffs, carried along by the wind...\nSix months had passed since the threat of the Equality had been culled. No more Narrow, no more Among... but there were changes afoot throughout the city. Make had become a police officer, Colin still tried to keep the Fire Ferrets afloat, Asama was at the head of a hemorrhaging business... and Korea? Korea was an air bender. And most of all, they never got to see each other.\nThe NATO family estate -- or what was left of it after Hiroshi's arrest -- was alive for the first time in what seemed like forever. They were out in the gardens and...\nA paving stone whistled high into the air as Korea's hand flew up. \"Alright guys, watch...this!\" the Avatar shouted as she moved almost hypnotically, arms rotating in spirals as wind gathered before her, a cushion of air that would have been unseen but for the light green flecks that were kicked up from the bushes. \"Keep yours eyes on it,\" Korea whispered as the stone hurtled down toward her, that little vortex cushion spinning faster and faster...\nThe stone landed on it, rotating around and around quickly as she maintained the pressure, and suddenly.... it went zipping off, the gust of wind setting it soaring through the air like a pneumatic cannon, going quite literally as fast as the wind. \"Just a little something I picked up from the... the kids,\" Korea said as her nostrils flared, taking in those little green flecks.\nHer body felt... odd. It had been for a little while that day. A burning sensation had settled in the pit of her stomach, something she hadtriedto suppress with a little bit of physical exercise. Unsuccessfully, it seemed. \"Ah, hey,\" Korea said, fidgeting just slightly. \"I'll be... right back,\" she called, as she jogged off out of the gardens and into the estate in a hurry.\nThe bathroom door shut behind her -- slammed, really -- as she fled into it, Korea's sun-kissed hand smacking down hard against the white porcelain, nails digging into it as her knees buckled. \"Nigh... not now,\" she moaned softly, one hand tugging at the ties on her pants before slipping down past the coarse material.\nIt happened more often than she'd like, but something was... different about today. More than once she'd sequestered herself in the locker room, or her quarters or up on some high roof where she could get a little bit of... release. It NEVER came on this strong, though.\nLips parted with a gasp as her hand found her sopping sex, calloused finger seeking out her clit and stimulating the little bundle of nerves as fast and as hard as she could, her breaths coming shallow and sharp as she pawed at her chest through her shirt. Just... just get off and get back out there, lie about something you ate, that always works, she kept telling herself as she stimulated herself, half leaned over the counter."
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"value": "Asama NATO, beautiful heiress of Future Industries and the NATO Corporation, watched as her friend, the Avatar Korea, performed intricate bending techniques for the amusement of her and the Fire Ferret brothers. Asama had always admired Korea's skill, and she thoroughly enjoyed watching displays of bending. She'd never really understood why people would fear it, think it evil or what have you. Terror could come from it, yes, but terror could also come from machines and, well, people. Asama had learned that hard lesson not long ago.\nStrange though, but Asama thought she saw something fluttering in the wind gathered by her friend, little bits. She figured it had something to do with what Korea was going for, maybe some earth bending mixed in. Korea did enjoy showing off, after all, which always amused Asama. A lot about Korea equally amused and impressed the young heiress, and she realized she'd finally found someone she could be fully jealous of. All her life she'd been pretty, smart, talented, someone that people could look up to. She'd worked hard to make sure she was more than a pretty face, though she did realize that her features and bearing made her quite appealing. Not everyone possessed striking features our pale skin or flowing ebony hair that fell in graceful curves down a smooth back. Nor did most heiress's have the sinewy muscles that gave Asama's feminine form a more willowy look, hardening her out. She looked like a weakling compared to Korea, who had the hardened musculature that came with bending all the time. It suited the bronzed water tribe member though. No doubt that physique would mean that Korea's admittedly impressive breasts, the one area that Asama felt she'd been beaten without contest, would never sag.\nAsama shook her head slightly, taking a deep breath. She didn't notice little green flecks hovering in between her lips with that motion, some stirred by the very display that had held her rapt attention for so long. She'd done it to dislodge her gloomy and admiring thoughts, to instead focus on the impressive trick. Thankfully, Colin was gushing, as he was wont to do, and Make was clapping and telling Korea she did amazing. Just as Asama started to talk, to let her own pleasure at it be known, Korea fidgeted and took off.\nThe three other friends stood there for a moment, blinking. \"What was that?\" demanded Colin, waving. \"Was that some kind of 'I'm too cool for you now' thing?\" he waved his arms, and Asama had to fight back laugh. His brother had already started moving, saying that he thought Korea looked worried and that maybe they should check it out.\nAsama darted in front of Make then, placing a hand upon his chest. She tried not to think about the rippling muscles beneath, or how their relationship had fizzled before she'd gotten to experience them first hand. Fizzled because of the very girl who'd just gone running off for no apparent reason. Why was Asama lingering on that? Lingering on Make? She licked her plump red lips, blinked her painted eyelids, and looked up at her ex, a smile tugging those very kissable lips.\n\"Come on, Make, you can't go chasing off after Korea every time she sneezes. What kind of boyfriend does that?\" she pointed out. Colin nodded enthusiastically; Make sputtered, so Asama continued: \"Besides, I've seen that look before. I'm pretty sure Korea's suffering from lady issues.\"\n\"Louis, lady trouble. Nope, you can't mess with that Make, no way. Lady troubles are just for the ladies,\" insisted Colin.\n\"Thanks, bro, I'd never have figured that out without--\"\n\"Right, just for ladies,\" said Asama, nodding. \"So let me go make sure everything's okay with Korea, alright?\" she nodded held up a finger, promised she'd be back soon, and took off.\nAsama walked swiftly, trying to think of where Korea had likely gone in a hurry. One location sprang to mind, and she hurried straight toward the bathroom. She'd thought she'd heard a slam from there anyway. The door was shut, so Asama knocked softly on it, leaning forward. \"Korea? It's Asama, the boys and I were worried, since you just sort of took off and all. Is everything okay?\" she waited, and when she didn't get a response, she tried knocking again. \"Korea? I'm going to come in, alright? You know,\" she smiled, \"hold your hair back while you puke and all.\" then she reached down, turned the handle, slowly opened the door and looked down to see...\nThe Avatar furiously masturbating?\nAsama stared, her mouth opening slightly, not quite believing it. The raw primal beauty of Korea plowed hard into her, hitting like a car. All that lush, sun-kissed skin, all those hard muscles, and those breasts, Spirits, how Asama suddenly wished to be the hand that kneaded that chest. Instead, she stood gaping, not quite sure what to make of this, and to make of the fact that her own heart was thudding fast, warmth and desire spreading throughout her body, stretching fingers to all the right places."
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"value": "Korea could hardly have been a more perfect physical specimen if she had tried, and those calloused fingers were certainly exploring every available inch in those heated moments. Her pants were tugged over wide hips, the cloth straining as her fingers delved deep into her sopping cunt, her juices flowing liberally over her digits as she fucked herself as vigorously as she could.\nHer shirt was tugged over her expansive breasts, and with the way she was leaned over the counter, eyes could take in every curve of her. The swell of her taut, muscled behind, the rippling musculature of her stomach, rising and falling quickly as she drew in ragged, pleasured breaths, and her shapely tits released from their cloth bounds. One hand was squeezing her left tit, tugging her hardened nipple\n\"F-fuck,\" Korea whispered to herself as she heard a knock on the door. Asama... Heat flushed through Korea's veins at the thought of the supple-bodied heiress. As prideful as Korea was of her own assets, it was hard NOT to be jealous of Asama's lithe body, of those ruby red lips, perfect ivory skin and raven hair... the latter of which had made more than one guest appearance in her dreams between bronzed thighs...\n\"Please don't, please don't,\" she whispered to herself, eyes watering and cheeks flushing in frustration as she stroked herself furiously. She couldn't cum -- no matter how hard she tried or what she did, her body was humming just along the edge and refusing to go over.\n\"N-no,\" Korea whispered quietly when the door swept open, revealing the flustered Avatar with her clothing pulled to either side with three fingers knuckle deep in her cunt. Korea's knees wobbled as she stood slowly. Korea reluctantly drew her hand away before she lunged toward Asama, one strong arm wrapping around Asama's waist and pulling that lithe body against the water bender's warm curves. \"Can't... can't cum. Please help me,\" Korea said, her calloused hand gripping roughly at Asama's own shapely behind."
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"value": "Every inch of Korea looked practically perfect, especially now. Asama's eyes kept drinking in the dark form that had twisted and turned, finding her mind and body filling with a decidedly different sensation then they so often experienced: pure unadulterated lust seeped into her veins. Little did Asama know that it latched onto something else that flooded the heiress, latched and increased still further. The beautiful girl almost couldn't move if she tried.\nKorea could, and did. Asama gasped as she felt those powerful arms encircling her. She felt every inch of Korea hard, firm body. The bared impressive tits thrust against Asama, feeling splendid. The hard abs, just every inch of Korea made Asama's body flare. She knew her own nether lips had started to itch, little bits of moisture gathering.\n\"It's okay Korea, really,\" said the heiress, her voice almost breathless. She could feel a hand squeezing her own pert rear. While not as hard as Korea's, the shapely behind would certainly prove quite squeezable. Asama had to pause to just let that sensation flood through her. Strange, as she couldn't recall her ass being quite such a sensitive spot before. No matter. Korea was in far worse shape.\n\"Okay, you're going to have to trust me then,\" said Asama. With that, she gave her hair a toss, moving to push it aside before lowering her face down. She began kissing at Korea's bared neck, her red lips pressing against the dark face. She worked Korea backward, heading toward the sink. A foot went back to get the door; no way was Asama having the boys interrupt. Her hands, however, began crawling down the body.\nSpirits, but Korea was well-built. Asama's nails dragged along her, finding nothing but hard muscles wrapped in feminine soft skin. Just touching Korea like this made Asama burn, her own chest tight, her loins aflame. Such perfection should not be allowed to exist in a human being. Then again, Korea was the Avatar. Maybe they were all supposed to be exquisite physical specimens.\n\"Trust me,\" Asama mumbled into her friend's neck, though she knew it was a foolish idea. She'd moved from kissing to gently chewing, while her hands shifted. One pulled the coarse fabric of Korea's pants away from her, while the other dove between. She found the heat immediately, and Asama couldn't help but groan with lust and want as she felt Korea's juices already anointing her digits. She slid her fingers teasingly about, learning the contours of her friend's sex. Felt the soft lips, the wet thighs; played with wet folds; teasingly flicked. All the while Asama could feel her own want building within her, coiling like a tight serpent, just waiting to launch its own ferocious attack."
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"value": "As Yang made her way from Beacon to her favorite hang out, The Dust, which was the hottest nightclub within walking distance. She always liked to go there either when she just got back from a mission or just wanted to let loose. There wasn't anything like letting the beat take over you as you danced the night away. For Yang, she always made sure she had enough alcohol in her to survive her for at least a few hours. Pulsating beats, some like-minded individuals grinding and bumping their bodies together was the best feeling in the world. After about three songs of non-stop octane and lust-filled grinding, Yang gave herself a few minutes to catch her breath and just allow herself to watch others as they did just what she did. She parked at a seat at the bar, waving to the bartender. \"My usual.\"\" So, scotch on the rocks? Yang nodded. As the bartender poured it, Yang looked at the dance floor, smiling, sipping her drink casually."
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"value": "Michael had graduated Beacon just a few years ago and was now a seasoned Hunter through and through. He still hung around however and often liked to drop by Beacon for old times sake. Whenever he did, he always liked to visit The Dust. It was one of the best clubs he had ever been to, and it was often a great way to unwind after a mission. He walked into the club, the music washing over him as he took in a deep breath of the lust and alcohol that filled the air. He was tall and toned, with short brown hair and slightly tanned skin with hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. Furthermore, he held his weapon, a cane in his right hand as he walked around for a bit.\nHis eyes locked onto Yang as she danced...she mesmerized him as she swayed her hips, grinding up against anyone who seemed willing and that was basically everyone on the floor. He licked his lips as she made her way to the bar, and he followed shortly after. He heard her order and grinned, what were the odds they had the exact same favorite drink?\n\"I see the beautiful and sexy dancer has good tastes in drinks as well.\" Michael made his presence known with a grin as he took a seat next to her at the bar and waved to the barkeep.\n\"I'll get what she's having, and I'll buy her drinks too!\" With that, he turned to Yang and raised one of his eyebrows, clearly curious.\n\"So, sexy...what's your name?\""
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"value": "Yang saw someone who she had to admit was pretty fine. A guy who had everything going from him head to toe. He was approaching the bar, and she played it off cool, which was one-hundred-percent her style. In fact, when she saw him get closer, she acted as if she didn't even notice him. Even as she complimented her on her alcohol tastes, she was aloof and just sipped her drink casually. But it wasn't until he had offered to pay for both of their drinks (since they were having the same thing) did she finally acknowledge him.\nHis opening line needed work, though. Good thing he was cute, though.\n\"Yang, hot stuff,\" she said, giving him a quick wink. \"And what about yourself? Please don't tell me you have a cliché name like Peter or something boring like that? I've had way too many Peters try to get with me.\"\nWell, it was true."
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"value": "Michael could tell by the way Yang brushed him off until he offered to buy her drink meant she was going to play hard to get but that just made it more fun; he was a Hunter after all and what was seduction other than a form of hunting in the end. \"Yang, huh? That's a unique one for sure. Certainly fits a bombshell like you, unforgettable.\" He offered with a grin as he grasped his glass and raised it for a toast before taking a long swig of his scotch.\n\"As for me, the name's Mike. A bit common, but I think you'll find I'm anything but if you give me a chance.\" He gave her a wink, his hand moving towards her bubbly ass. He gave her rear a firm spank and then squeeze as his eyes locked onto her own, eager to see her reaction. Furthermore, he certainly knew what he wanted and he wasn't hiding it!"
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"value": "\"Yeah? You really think so, huh?\" Yang shot Mike a smirk as took a sip of her whiskey on the rocks. She made sure to keep her eyes on him, trying to decide what was going to be her next move. And as she did, after he would tell her his name, she felt his hand on her ass as he gave it a hard spank and squeezed it. Normally, Yang might've been one to punch any guy's lights out just for even thinking about doing that and making sure they regret putting it on her body, regardless of where that might be.\nBut Mike was different.\nOr maybe she was feeling generous today. There was a considerable amount of alcohol in her already, so Yang wasn't necessarily acting like herself. She wanted to have fun. She wanted to enjoy herself at her favorite post-mission hangout spot. An added bonus was, she admits, was that Mike wasn't too bad on the eyes. Yes, as she met his gaze.\nOh, she knew what was in his eyes. Yang had been around the block one too many times to knowthatlook. It was the kind she received all the time. Of course, depending on the vibe, she might've just brushed them off. June had given her that look way too many times for her to count, and she often laughed it off. Sun Kong was another. And even Ruby's uncle tried to work his charm on her. Every guy that decided to want some of Yang Xiao Long had always found their attempts resulting in nothing but disappointment. It had nothing to do with them being bad at it; Yang just wasn't interested in most of them.\nAnd it would have been the same here had she not been feeling frisky.\nAnd she was feeling frisky enough to back up her ass into his hand, making it a little easier for him. \"And you'll find I'm not one to pull any punches.\" She quickly laughed considering her main fighting stylewasall based in punching. \"But don't think I'll make it easy for you. In fact, you might have coworker it, Big Mike.\" She winked as her hand jerked to his pants, and she teased him as she tugged on his belt, pulling him closer to her."
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"value": "Michael felt Yang's ass pushing back for him, her body shifting to make it easier for his fingers to work. He rewarded her for her acceptance as his fingers dipped into her shorts and began to rub skillfully at her labia through her panties, his fingers rubbing and stroking her wet pussy lips, spreading them just a bit before sinking a finger into her to test her tightness and heat. His grin widened before he pulled his finger out, and then they moved towards her clitoris, quietly but eagerly rubbing and gently pinching her sensitive bud between his dexterous fingers.\n\"I have more than just my hands to work with, you know.\" He rose to Yang's challenge and teasing taunt with a playful wink as he leaned forward and began to plant kisses up and down the blonde's neck, his tongue like a brush on canvas, his teeth stopping to nibble and suck on patches of her soft skin. He was very skilled with both his hands and his mouth it seemed and all the while a bulge was starting to harden and pitch a tent in his pants and even though it was only half erect it was already in the larger size for Yang!"
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"value": "As she felt his finger tease her sex, Yang almost wanted to object. In normal circumstances (aka being sober), she might've. The frame of mind she was in right now wasn't so much that she wasn't aware of what he was doing. Of course, she knew that he was rubbing her with his hands and soon kissed her along her neck after hinting--no, teasing her about other weapons at his disposal. It had more to do with the fact that she simply didn't care. At the end of it all, Yang had come here to have fun.\nAnd, well this nightclub was notorious for how it allowed people to fuck and do other things on the dance floor, or generally in public view. Nobody questioned it if a woman got on her knees and sucked someone off or if she let others touch her. It was part of the reason why Yang had loved coming here. To her, after a long day of missions and doing other taxing stuff, she just wanted to let loose.\nAnd as she let a moan escape, feeling his nibbles along her neck in addition to his hands exploring what was between her legs, she gave herself to it a bit more.\nAs she leaned against the countertop and found herself bending over more, Yang let out another moan, but this one was more noticeable. She looked back at him as she rocked her hips. \"I don't know if this is such a good idea,\" she heard herself say, but she shrugged as she felt her shoulder roll against the countertop. \"But what else you have for me?\" She asked, biting her lip with anticipation."
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"value": "\"I've got a lot more tricks up my sleeve, Yang....\" Michael whispered hotly in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe as he smirked \"I'd be happy to show off those tricks and my skills right here if you want...\" His hot words invaded Yang's ear before he pressed his lips up roughly against her own, his lips lashing at her own and seeking to gain entrance into her mouth as he shifted his hips slightly, trying to get her to move her hands towards his throbbing bulge in his pants as they kissed.\nAs this occurred, his fingers began to get to work on each of his hands. After teasing her clitoris for a few more moments by rapidly flicking it back and forth between two of his fingers, his digits once against sought out her labia. He spread her by now much wetter lips open, coating his fingers in her love juices before plunging two of them knuckle deep into her as he began to piston pump them into the blonde rapidly, his fingers curling at different angles with every thrust to seek out her sweet spot. This man clearly had some skill with women.\nHe pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, their lips connected by messy strings of saliva as he grinned and spoke. \"I think I know what you really want, Yang\" He gave her a wink before pushing his fingers even deeper into her womanhood, thrusting them rapidly in and out of her as he moved his other hand to her top. He practically ripped the fabric off her off, tossing it behind him to let her sizeable and lovely breasts jiggle free, which elicited some hooting and hollering from the men in the crowd."
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"value": "\"Yes...\" She heard herself say in a breathy tone, feeling Mike's hot breath against her ear, on her skin, sending waves of tingles up and down her spine.\nAnd then their lips met. She let him take most of the control, letting him lead her into a dance that only their tongues and respective moans knew the steps to. As they continued, Yang lowered her hand down towards his hips, slowly inching close to the very bulge that poked through his pants and into her ass somewhat. But every inch closer she came to his bulge, he went faster and deeper with her sex, almost like it was a game to him. Like this whole thing between them, with how she was pressed against the countertop, kissing him deeply, grabbing his bulge for dear life, and then him rapidly fingering her.\nAnd then when he went inside her, and she felt something twist, Yang let out an ungodly scream, her semblance activating for a split-second. Eyes went red as she gripped the edge of the countertop and almost crushed it to dust.\nAnd then her tits came flying out after he taunted her more.\n\"Woo! Go Yang! Get it!\"\nShe heard the crowd getting excited and that made her smile almost devilishly. She turned around so her back was facing the crowd, but more importantly, her tits were out for them to see. Furthermore, she didn't care that his fingers were still inside her and the twisting motion she made had sent waves through her body and forced her to moan out, she was loving it. It was getting to the point where, as she looked at Mike, she eyed the crowd and lifted one of her jugs and licked it for them, sucking on the nipple as she met Mike's eyes. \"And what do I really want, hmm?\" She asked with a seductive tone in her voice."
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"value": "\"I think you want to be fucked like a slut. I'm going to bend you over the bar and fuck you. I can make that happen. Furthermore, I think our crowd would like it!\" Michael motioned to the crowd around them as they let out a collective cheer, happy to see such a pretty young woman getting fucked and ravished for all to see. After plunging his fingers deeper and deeper into Yang, curling his fingers to stroke her most sensitive spot to trigger her climax, he pulled his now soaked fingers out of her as her pussy quivered and gushed with her love juices.\nWithout missing a beat, he ripped off her panties and tossed them aside. Using his free hand, he turned Yang around and forcefully bent her over the bar, giving her exposed ass a nice spank, so everyone could see it jiggle. He tugged his by now massive and throbbing cock out of his pant, smacked it against her ass and then without missing a beat, shoved the behemoth into her still quivering pussy with a loud moan.\nHis girth spread her tight pussy open, his hand moving to grip her long and flowing blonde locks like a leash. He tugged back roughly, her ass slapping against her hips with each powerful thrust, his cock slamming ever deeper into her with each gyration, his bulbous tip already nearing her cervix."
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"value": "It had been nearly six years since the Reapers had fallen and the galaxy was finally free of their threat, but recovery was nowhere near finished. So many people had died, so much damage had been done. The various peoples of the galaxy would be feeling the effects for generations, but none more so than this one. The first year or two after the war had been complete chaos, with everyone being far more concerned with their own race and home world than any other. There was nothing wrong with that really, but it had left the galactic political scene in shambles. At least there had been cooperation rather than competition, everyone had needed one another help, but the result had required a full reboot of the system.\nNot to mention the Citadel, the galactic seat of power, had been destroyed in the effort to stop the Reapers. There hadn't even been a place for leaders to meet, and connects through the extranet had been shaky. Slowly though, things were getting back on their feet and starting to move forward again, and the biggest key for that future was Site Station. Projected to be just as big as the Citadel, it would no doubt take decades to complete, but after a few years of massive cooperation and effort, the main hub was finished enough to start allowing diplomats and dignitaries to come and start rebuilding the galaxies political system.\nThe Council was reborn, but this time it included a representative from each race. The Reapers had evened the playing field, everyone had done their part, so now everyone had a Councilor. There was, of course, a human, Turin, Atari, and malaria, but now there were additions from the floor, hangar, vols, brogan, Aquarian, and even the get. There was no Bavarian Councilor, their race had been practically wiped out, and now scattered to the wind, they had no central government to represent them and so no one to elect a Councilor, but the other races of the galaxy now worked together like they never had before.\nThe Council wasn't the only thing that had been restructured though, the Specters, the left hand of the Council, had as well. Since their creation they had been a shadowy group with no hierarchy or real structure, they had been above and outside the law, able to do whatever it took to carry out the will of the Council with no legal ramifications or consequences. Even murder had been perfectly legal for them. That had not changed, everyone recognized the importance of the Specters and the importance of their ability to work outside the law. But after individuals like San Arcturus and Tell Va sir had been exposed for their corruption, others had as well, and it was acknowledged that some sort of oversight was needed.\nSo here she was, Artemis Shepard, the first human Specter, Savior of the Citadel, and the Hero of the Reaper War, to fulfill that need. She would be the first Captain of the Specters, their leader. Her rank was still the only one that existed outside of trainees being below their full-fledged Specter trainers. She was their leader, they answered to her, and she would put measures in place to better monitor the Specters and their actions, but besides that, they would operate much the same. Shepard hoped to be involved as little as possible with their methods and operations, that was the strength of the Specters after all. It took a special breed to be able to do the things they did, and one of the characteristics they all shared was the ability to think and act independently. They were no mere soldiers following orders, they made their own orders, and they needed that ability. To have to constantly check and answer to someone would be a hindrance.\nBut they needed someone to keep them on the straight and narrow, and Artemis would do her best to make that happen. She had mixed feelings about all this, as it meant that she would no longer be active out in the field, unless she really needed to be. So she was essentially retired from active work, but maybe it was time for that. She wasn't a kid anymore, nearing 39 she was starting to get into the middle-aged range, which was mildly horrifying, and Artemis had done more and seen more than most people in the galaxy, and she had the scars to prove it. Her cybernetics were the only thing that had kept her from simply being a shattered mess after the Reaper War, surviving the explosion of the Crucible, falling through space and the Earths atmosphere, and landing in the rubble of some building. She should have died, again, but shed survived and after a year of intense therapy, shed been back at it.\nPerhaps it was time to slow down. Or that was what she kept telling herself. If nothing else, it would be good to see some of her old friends again. Joker and EDI had left only a year ago to come to Site Station to work and live, Joker working with engineers on the air traffic systems and controls, EDI helping with the VI and general technology. Both of them had worked with Shepard after shed recovered from the war with both diplomatic missions and Specter work. But shed learned that Harris was here now as well, working with the stations new police force, and Rex would be here as the brogan Councilor. It was like getting the gang back together, or at least some of it. The others, the ones who were still alive, were scattered across the galaxy.\nAs the ship she was on came through the relay, Artemis sat up a bit and looked through the window, trying to see the new station. And what a station it was. She still remembered the first time she saw the Citadel, and how amazing and almost overwhelming its sheer scale was. This was much the same, as even with only a portion of it finished, it was massive.\nThey flew in and docked, and Artemis got up and walked to the airlock, waiting for it to open. Her things, what little she had, would be unloaded and taken the apartment that was being given to her, and for once she wasn't wearing her armor. A pair of jeans tucked into her boots and a hoodie over a tank top was all she bothered to wear. Her red hair was left loose to hang around her shoulders, and she hadn't bothered to wear any make up. There wasn't supposed to be any big fan fare with her arrival, though she was going to attend a big dinner that night were the press would be taking her picture and reporting on her newly appointed position as Specter Captain. She wasn't looking forward to that.\nShepard was a beautiful woman, she always had been, though now people might call her distinguished before they called her beautiful. She was covered in scars, and she was starting to get some gray in her red hair, not surprising considering what all shed been through. Her skin was fair, almost pale, but with a splash of freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were a dark green, thin gold rings around her pupils. There were lines of age forming on her face, not prominent, but there was a definite crease between her brows from how much she frowned and grimaced. What did you expect when you had spent your entire life fighting though? It was all shed ever known, from the gang shed run with as a teenager to her days in the military, to becoming a Specter.\nThe air lock opened and Artemis stepped off, looking around for her friends, having been told to expect Joker and EDI if nothing else."
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"value": "On the open air docking arm of the new Site station there is a hassle and bustle of technicians working away either loading, unloading or just transporting a variety of boxes or items on powered lifters. Engineers drones buzz around collecting some of them items and heading off into the distance to work on still half constructed bulkheads of the star port. Opposite the shuttle that just docked containing Shepard is a massive almost brick like ship clearly not intended to win any beauty contests by its designers has the most attention to it from the dockworkers as everything scurries from this distance looking like ants clambering over a mound of sugar trying to take every granule that can.\nIf it was not for this hectic sight then Shepard could easily have thought that no one would meet her until a different kind of whirring sound made its presence by being very different than what else can be heard around the star port, the noise is soon overtaken by a different noise a form of whining....yet very familiar.\n\"I do not care! They never made any plans with us, they never asked for permission, and we have no docks for them, tell them we might and is said MIGHT! Have a space in three hours! Tell them to visit the next systems moons for a bit, I hear their just WONDERFUL....\"\nComing down the long arm of the dock is a scruffy thick bearded man with a cap on trundling towards Shepard standing on a TRI wheeled sort of electric skateboard continuing to shout at nothing as if it is normal. \"We have the Get coming in at three, and I mean three! Not a minute sooner and not a minute later! You best have dock eight's mag locks working by then, or I am going to offer your sorry ass to the Get to as a sorry and tell them to make you their pet! Right good...you will be finished for two....\" the once disgruntled face spots Shepherd and quickly a hand flies up to his ear and quickly hits his inner earcom at the same time his face burst out into a smile and his arms fly open with a loud and a sound of fake surprise in his voice as he exclaims \"Shepard!\"\nThe man jumps off his tailboard and begins limping slightly towards Shepard eagerly, wearing a heavy looking thick jumpsuit of a uniform not that much unlike the rest of the workers around except in light blue making seem more regal despite how scruffy his face looks, the reaches Artemis and with a great big smile still on his face he lunges in for a hug yet goes kind of slowly as he is about to make contact he shouts ecstatically \"Commander! it's so good to see you!\" he then lightly embraced the hug whether Shepard wanted too.\nThis kind of behavior and stance could only be that of Joker who never was one to hold people's ranks or achievements from letting himself be himself towards every being he came across. Breaking the hug suddenly he then acts stunned for a second then regretful all of a sudden before sounding like he is breaking bad news \"Look I do not have the time sorry, can we walk and talk?....\" Joker then looks at his tailboard then back to Shepard and with a weak smile and laugh \"You walk... I'll roll.\" he then presses his arm lightly on the back of Shepard's to guide her towards the customs office situated in the bulkhead down the docking arms long length.\nNow realizing he has never given Artemis a moment to say anything as he jumps onto his Tailboard and starts a slow rolling start he looks quickly to her and ask \"So how's the kids?!\" before his eyes looks away, and his bearded faces wrinkles his gaze returns to the Specter before him and his eyes then squint waiting for the answer from her as if he isn't sure now."
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"value": "The dock was madness, people of every race rushing in every direction, drones whizzing about. Construction was in full swing and her arrival went completely unnoticed, not that she was going to complain. But she didn't recognize a single fact, and she had thought that one of her friends was going to be here to greet her. Artemis frowned, and was about to give up and just find her way to her apartment herself, not wanting to admit her disappointment, when she heard a familiar voice.\nJoker was easily recognizable to her, even if his beard had gotten a little longer. She was relieved when he finally saw her though, greeting the former Commander enthusiastically. Hey Joker, she greeted in return as he limped over. When he finally reached her and gave her a hug she returned it with only a little hesitation. Artemis wasn't a very affectionate person, but she had missed Joker. She let him go and nodded when he asked if they could walk and talk as he didn't have a lot of time, Sure, lead the way.\nShe walked alongside his tailboard through the bustling dock, looking around curiously. When Joker asked her about kids she turned her head and gave him an openly confused look. I don't have kids Joker, not so far as I know anyway who knows with how shady Cerberus was, Artemis commented before looking around a little more. Things seem pretty crazy around here, getting much done? She asked."
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"value": "Joker acting a bit disappointed before explaining his odd question \"Your Commander Shepard in the last ten years you have not done anything slow, you have survived a hell of a lot and I think we could safely say you have actually died at least twice...thought you might be planting some seeds since I last saw you, I mean before death number three...\" Joker stops abruptly and turns looking with a hand stretched out \"am sorry! Here am I sounding like my mother, and then I got morbid...yet here you are walking....and better than me!\" he exclaims with honest great enthusiasm before starting his tailboard back into motion. \" You're an amazing person yet times ticking for all of us...\" he says looking sullenly to the ground a little.\nStopping just before they hit the bulkhead wall with a door saying \"Customs\" in a variety of alien languages with two security officers standing each side of the doorway almost looking like statues with their faceless helmets providing them no sense of being. With a slick screech due to the quick drift turn the jocular dock flight control officer did suddenly. His facing turning uncomfortable and with sigh he lets out \"Look I need to go I got stuff to do can't hang with ye.\" his face brightens for a moment to try and help \"But I will be at the dinner tonight, nothing going to stop me, I will bring EDI...OH yeah! EDI is at her scheduled daily meeting with the new station VI and I don't know who gets crankier EDI or the VI if they are not sticking to their times...\" letting out a nervous laugh Joker pauses for the first time since he and Artemis started their lots of walking from Shepard and lots of talking from Joker yet a lack of the twos from the same person."
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"value": "The moon was full tonight and the light from it shone brightly on the dark ocean waves. Linkhad been on Tetras pirate ship since this afternoon and was on her way to the Forsaken Fortress. Her little sister, All, had been kidnapped that morning by a giant bird. The bird had come to the island carryingTetrain his claws as Tetras pirate ship was giving chase. The bird dropped Tetra into the forest and Link had managed to save her. The bird, however, mistook All for Tetra and took her and flew off. Tetra decided to help Link get her sister back in order to repay her life debt to Link. The fortress was in view now over the horizon. Well be there any minute now. Tetra came up on deck as Link was sitting there staring out into the waves.\nThe ship had managed to get close to the fortress but had to stop once it has gotten within a certain range. Captain we can't go any further the ship is heavily armed and there are search lights everywhere well get spotted immediately especially in this moon light. Tetra then got an idea. She handed Link a necklace and made her wear it. Were going to send you into the fortress now, as long as you have that on you, we can communicate with each other even at a distance. Tetra signaled her henchmen to make the preparations. They loaded Link onto the cannon in the middle of the ship and fired her towards the fortress. She landed in the water within the walls of the fortress.\nLink was equipped with a sword and shield. She also had the telescope that she had received from All for her 17th birthday. However, all of her equipment had fallen off of her when she was launched from the cannon. She would be defenseless until she recovered her sword and shield. Link made her way over to the shore and stood in front of the stairs that lead up to the fortress. The place was heavily graded byBokoblins, Miniblins, mandolins. Link got a message from Tetra via her necklace. Link be careful this place is crawling with guards and with your weapon missing you're completely defenseless, so make sure not to get caught."
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"value": "Getting sent into a dark, mysterious facility had never been one of Link's plans when she sent out to rescue her sister, and when she ended up on her ass with no sword and dozens of armed monsters wanting her dead, Link was not happy. The blonde was surprised to hear the voice from the necklace from her neck, even though she had been told that it would speak, and the young woman listened to it and nodded. Being captured and killed was not something that interested her. It was hard to save your sister when you were dead. Rising to her feet, the woman rubbed at her sore body a little before getting serious. It was time for some serious business. The young woman moved slowly up the stairs, her eyes divided between the searchlights and the guards. When the woman saw the barrels, she smiled. Link had an idea.\nSeeing the Goblin turn back on his predetermined path of searching, the girl held in a grunt as much as she could when she slid the barrel on top of her, a convenient hole in it allowing her blue eyes to peak out into the world around her. Sure, these guys were probably dumb enough that a barrel a bit out of place would attract attention, but no one was stupid enough to think that it was simply a barrel with legs. One of the bright lights passed across her cover, and then she got to moving. The first thing to do was to deal with the searchlights. It would be hard to get to her sister, or get away, if these lights kept looking around the area. Her sword would be step two."
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"value": "While Link was hiding in the barrel a mouse holding a bomb scurried towards her. The mouse ran into the barrel at full speed and exploded. The barrel shattered and Link was sent flying. The Goblin turned back around and threw its lantern in Link's direction. The area around her burst into flames and the Goblin ran up to her and grabbed her. His big hands were around her small waist and he picked her up and carried her off to the upper levels of the fortress. He opened up the doors to a Cell and threw her in. Surprisingly instead of closing the door he walked in and began to approach her. A bulge could be seen sticking out through the Goblin's pants, and he began to pull his pants down as he approached her.\nWhen he got in front of her he pulled out his massive pig dick and held it in her face. He made grunts and snorted while shaking his cock up and down in front of her. A voice could be heard again from Link's necklace. \"How repulsive, but it seems like you really have no choice here Link. Hopefully he'll leave once he's finished if you get what I mean.\""
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"value": "The hiss of the bomb filled the air, but before the young girl could do anything, the much louder sound of an explosion filled the air, and the surrounding wood splintered, being turned into a pile of burning wood around a slightly-crouched blonde with a look of both fear and surprise on her face. Explosions attracted attention, as did random intruders, so she knew that this would not work out well for her. Before Link could move away, one of the Goblins decided that it was time to make an introduction to her. When a strong hand went around her body, she knew that she wasn't going to be getting away. A moment of struggling showed her that it would be futile.\nWhen she met the hard ground of the cell, a small grunt escaped her mouth, her entire body slightly sore from the feeling. Link sat up, turning to face the pig-like creature. He did not look friendly, but he looked pretty interested in her. A gasp of shock escaped her mouth when the cock was revealed in front of her head, the smell of a cock that hadn't been washed in too long filling the air, causing her nose hairs to curl. It took a few moments for her to realize what Tetra was getting at, as a young girl from a small island wasn't exactly knowledgeable about sex. The blonde didn't want to do it, but there was no choice at this point. Her sister couldn't be saved from here. She had to do it. Her mouth wrapped around the head of the cock, sucking at it as the disgusting taste filled her mouth, making it hard to breath and avoid gagging. She began licking at it, trying to focus on not gagging or retching at the terrible smell and taste inside of her mouth and nose."
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"value": "A huge grin spread across the Goblin's face as Link began to peck his cock. He began to grunt and snort as he grew more and more excited. A Goblin's dick emits a terrible smell that drives any woman mad if she's exposed to it for too long. The Goblin grew impatient with Link's slow blow job and so her grabbed the back of her head and forced his pig cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat. The Goblin began to fuck her throat like it was a pussy and gave no regard for Link's well-being. He was scrapping the inside of her mouth with his smelly dick and as he fucked her the smell smeared into her tongue forever engraving the taste and smell into Link's memory.\nThe Goblin's cock began to twitch as he fucked Link's face. His breathing got heavier and her let out a grunt as he pushed Link's head back and forth. His cock began to pulse before releasing his thick heavy load into Link's mouth. There was so much that it spilled out of Link's mouth and onto her shirt staining it in his juices. The Goblin's cum was sour and had a pungent taste. After he was satisfied he let go of Link and left the cell and went back on patrol.\n\"Now's your chance Link. This fortress is pretty old, so I'm sure f you look hard enough you can find a loose brick or two or a place in the ceiling that's missing some roofing. Well I'm sure you can figure this out somehow, but I'm not holding my breath.\" And with that Link was left in her cage covered in Goblin cum."
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"value": "[Link was so busy keeping herself from turning away at the smell that was wafting up to her nose that she didn't put any attention into increasing the pleasure, which left it as no surprise when he decided to take matters into his own hands, the head of his cock moving from right inside her lips to the back of her throat with one strong thrust, driving it in with the force of a drill. Her protests became muffled grunts with the large cock filling her, and be begun moving it back and forth with the force that he had used to hold her. The woman knew she could do nothing to get away, and at that point, let him do his thing, holding herself steady as he pleasured himself with her mouth, his scent filling and permeating her nose and mouth, leaving the disgusting scene all over her mouth.\nWhen the strong pulse vibrated through her head, she bracer herself for what was coming next, and a torrent of his juices spilled into her, much of the disgusting paste forcing itself down her throat into her stomach, the rest of it filling her mouth and dripping out of the front. When he finally pulled out, she thought about swallowing, but that wasn't going to happen, so she spilled it out on the ground in front of her, the scent fusing with that of the Goblin's dick, both scents filling the blonde's nose.\nWhen the voice again filled her head, the heroine nodded and rose to her feet. A rape couldn't be able to stop her, and even though Tetra didn't sound convinced, she wouldn't give up yet. The young woman used the furniture she could to get to the ceiling, and like she said, there were some loose bricks. It took a strong push, but finally some of it gave way, the moonlight filling the room. It was good that she was thin, so she could slide out of the cell with a sigh of relief. Now it was sword-hunting time."
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"value": "Luckily for Link the cells were located on the third floor of the fortress. When she emerged outside her cell she stood on a steep ledge with her back against the wall. From this place she could see most of the fortress laid out before her eyes. There were five towers and one of them was the one she was standing on. The other four were in front of her arranged in a circle formation around the fortress. The one right across from her appeared to be the tallest tower, it had half of a ship lodged onto it. The other three in front of her were pretty low rise they sported spotlights 2 on each. She could see that each tower had one goblin guarding it and another one making the lights. If she could manage to take out the Goblins making the spotlights she'd be able to walk around the fortress without being seen at all.\nShe also spotted what appeared to be her sword on one of the towers. It was wedged into the ground near the spotlight, and it was surprising that none of the guards had picked it up or even seemed to have noticed it. If she could get her hands on that then she'd have nothing to fear, well maybe the big Goblins could still give her some trouble but at least she'd have a fighting chance. The camera stopped moving and Link had gotten control over her body again. The tower she was on was pretty high up therefore some wind managed to blow in her direction. It wasn't strong enough to knock her down or anything, but it was certainly too cold for her to endure especially with what she was wearing. A green v-neck tunic with her cleavage sticking out which was now wet due to the Goblin's cum, a skirt that her grandma had made for her thinking she'd look cute in it, and SME white stockings with some pointed brown shoes."
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"value": "When Link came out onto the slim ledge, she slammed her back up against the wall, not wanting to die an embarrassing death from falling. That wouldn't even be heroic. Her eyes scanned around the area, taking note of the towards that occupied the outer edge. There was no way that the heroine could get around with all of those searchlights looking around, maybe even having been alerted by the Goblin that had recently finished raping her mouth. The young girl hadn't even so much as seen a cock in her past, so to have one introduced roughly to her throat was quite the odd experience. Beech. Goblins needed to learn how to wash. Maybe then they wouldn't have to resort to raping female adventurers for kicks.\nKnowing that standing there wouldn't do any good, the female got to work, moving slowly down the ledge. First she had to get the sword, as it would be hard to take out the searchlights without a sword to fight off the Goblins. If a Goblin dick was that gross, she didn't want to know what the cocks of other monsters were like. It was hard to move and not fall, and when the cold wind struck her, the blonde braced against the wall, not wanting it to blow her off. A chatter came from her teeth as the cold air slid across her skin. Did the outfit make her look adorable? Yes, but was it warm? No. For a moment, Link couldn't help but wish that her grandmother had put a longer skirt on, or at least some longer sleeves. The blonde felt a little bad that such a nice piece of clothing had been ruined by the thick cum of a Goblin. It would take time to get the scent and taste out of her clothing and her mouth.\nIt took a lot of careful movement, but finally the heroine made it to the tower that she wanted to get to. Her sword was tantalizingly close, but there was still the Goblin to deal with. Stealth was her first choice. When his attention was the other way, the blonde set to sneaking past him to her blade, hoping that he was stupid and she was quiet."
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"value": "Dark clouds gather over the distant horizon, lightning flashing every so often to express the fury that which is brewing within. Hogwarts stands, tall and proud, mysterious to the newest students arriving here for the very first time. In awe, several fidgeted nervously while others lifted their chins to put on a false bravado. A giant of a man beckoned them closer and, after a brief greeting and explanation, all the first years were whisked off to ride boats across the lake.\nIt was not long until rain began to pelt upturned faces. Winter kept her head down, though she could not indulge herself in reading when the rain will surely ruin the pages. It would be preferable to the introductions being exchanged, the snippets of conversation intricately interwoven between raindrops. Blue eyes intent on pale fingers gripping onto black robes, Winter did not hesitate to follow once her own boat reached the other side. A hand was offered to help her, but she ignored it as a matter of pride. A Lace does not accept help from others, after all.\nAll the new students were brought to stand in a grand hall. It was beautiful, and yet she could not help but feel nervous. Of course, she knows what awaits behind these doors, unlike most, if not all, of the others. Ever since she was young, Winter had heard tales of the Sorting Hat, of the notoriously powerful Dumbledore who rules the school with a gentle guiding hand. A lump rising to her throat, regardless, she raised her head up high when the doors parted revealing students and teachers alike, their expressions a confusing variety.\nWinter joined everyone on the front dais, fighting against the impulse to fidget. It looks weak. It makes a fool out of her. First one name is called, and then another the Sorting Hat announcing what House they belong best in. As a Lace, she will likely be sorted into Slytherin. Rowan, her older sister, is in Slytherin, as is her older brother Xander. Rose is in Slytherin as well, and she is a close cousin. To be anything but a Slytherin would be a disgrace on the Love family. Lost in thought, she nearly jumped once her name was called and taking the steps up to the Hat, she can feel the weight of expectations settling upon her shoulders.\nRavenclaw!\nA roar echoed off the walls, however it fell upon deaf ears. Winters eyes were drawn to a table not decorated in blue, but in green and the scrutiny, the judgment in familiar eyes nearly had her recoiling. What has the Hat done? What will Mother say of this? Father? Neither will approve of this. What if she is cast out of the family? What if they chose to no longer recognize her as their daughter?"
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"value": "Despite the excitement of going to this new, strange place and entering this new world, Hayden had absolutely no clue what he was getting into. Yet his adventurous side demanded his attention. He had to find out the truth about this. Could magic really be real? Could there really exist a parallel world to that he'd grown up? The train ride was long, almost tiring. Yet it had to be done, it was how they all got there. Although he didn't speak to anyone else on the train, minding his own business and staying out of trouble. He knew that in due time, he'd probably have friends and hang out with others, so he wasn't in a rush.\nAnd arriving, first the big oaf of a man. Was he really a normal man? His wild beard and massive size made him more of a Giant to the muggle born boy, not that he would currently understand that the man was indeed half-giant. Followed by himself and all the other first years being moved away from the rest of the students arriving, towards the lake. Black as the night sky, with faint glimmers of reflection from the lights at the massive castle, standing intimidatingly up at the hill of their destination. He bit his lip for a moment, curiously eyeing the massive fortress he would be living in during his school days from now on. He barely noticed the rain as they got into the boats, although others complained openly about it, he was too intimidated and awed by this experience to even bother with his surroundings.\nA whole new world unfolding for the boy with the raven black hair. As they got across, he had heard no tales of this, unlike his wizard and witch companions on the boat ride. They knew what awaited them from siblings, parents, family. To the muggle born, there was no such experience to hear tales of. And as they found themselves in the Great Hall, the eyes of everyone else upon them, he felt awkwardly shy, standing there on the front dais. As they were picked apart one at a time, to go and sit on a chair with a magical hat on it, announcing which house they would belong to. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Gryffindor. He had no clue what to really expect.\n\"Buckley, Hayden!\" The woman called out from the list, seemingly scrambled randomly as he had noticed a girl called Winter go before him. Not that he minded as he moved to the chair, sitting down and feeling the attention of everyone on top of him. Along with the weight of the hat, he felt crushed for a moment, hearing a voice in his head, almost humming and sounding like it was musing. Then a slight shifting.\n\"Ravenclaw!\" Don't panic boy, make your new house-proud. They will depend on you. The voice in his head sounded old, mature. Male. He bit his lip, a roar echoing the hall as the hat was lifted off his head.\nStaggering down to the Ravenclaw table, pats on his back and welcoming words from the older students, he found himself sitting next to Winter Lace, also recently sorted into this house as he looked at her with a confused look for a moment before he heard the next person called out. She looked more horrified than exalted to be sitting where they were sitting, at the table of their new house. \"Is something the matter?\" He managed to stammer out, wondering if she was okay with this."
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"value": "How can this happen? How can she be in Ravenclaw?! Has she brought shame to the name of Lace? It is with a heavy heart that she claimed a seat next to a student dressed in blue instead of green, though she could not bring herself to watch others be Sorted into their appropriate Houses. Is it within the realm of possibility that the Hat made a mistake? Winter closed her eyes, placing both hands upon the table as one name after another was announced just for one of four Houses to be declared soon after. How could she have dishonored her family in this way? A lump having found a place to call home in her throat, she was just beginning to panic, when an unexpected interruption came.\nIn light of the situation, Winter felt the strange compulsion to laugh. Her world is crumbling, falling apart as they speak, and this boy has the audacity to ask if something is the matter. Why? Is it that obvious? A hand rising to brush against a cheek, she could only offer him a strained smile. No. Nothing is the matter, she replied, surprised to find that her voice is calm. Thank you for your concern. Winter gave him a small smile, as it is only proper, and a bow of her head however, she thought it's best to say nothing more. If she is going to spend her days here at Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw, she will do everything in her power not to disappoint the Lace family. It will require a lot of work, but she will do what she can. Winter kept her head down all throughout the meal, though she barely touched the food set before her.\nAppetite nonexistent, she rose once Professor Dumbledore bid them goodnight, asking the Prefects to escort them to their dorms. Tomorrow is when classes begin. A hand rubbing up and down her arm, dread flowing through her veins like poison, Winter went on to follow her fellow students that is, until someone pulled her away. Ah-! Bright blue eyes connected with a familiar pair of green, and the dread escalated to panic within moments. Hello, Rowan greeted, though she did not bother providing her with something resembling a smile, nor did she try to infuse her tone with sisterly affection. Do you care to tell me what happened? Hm? Students passing them by cast the two curious glances, however none decided to intervene.\nNo one will come to her rescue. Winter drew in a deep breath to steady her nerves, to attempt a facade of tranquility in front of her older sister. If you are insinuating I told the Hat to put me in Ravenclaw, you are sadly mistaken, she told Rowan, first and foremost. I would never. I do not understand why it chose to Sort me into Ravenclaw, but I assure you, it made a mistake. Furthermore, I know I belong in Slytherin, same as you.\nRowans lips twisted into a sneer. Do you? Mother ingoing to be happy when she hears of this, Winter. You and I both know that much, at least. Neither will Father. A chill shot down Winters spine.\nFinally released from the impromptu interrogation, Winter hurried to rejoin her fellow Ravenclaw's though she could not leave behind the sense of forbidding just as easily. What will come of this? What will Mother say, when she does find out? Is a Howler going to come via owl?! Winter closed her eyes, no longer so confident of her plan decided upon prior. Is there a way to speak with the Headmaster? To rectify the situation? Is it possible the Sorting Hat did, indeed, make a mistake concerning her placement here?"
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"value": "Hayden nodded at her reply, that she was okay about it. He just couldn't help shake the feeling that something seemed off about it. Like she was distraught over something regarding her placement in Ravenclaw. He pushed the thought away as the food came to the tables, watching it all appear on the plates, he hungrily dug in. His stomach growling as he seemed to fall in well with the other first years sitting together at the table. Although he looked over at Winter, wondering if he should push the issue or not. He ultimately didn't get a chance to decide when Dumbledore rose to declare the meal over with and for the Prefects to escort the new students to their dorms.\nHe got up, falling in line with the others, yet as he went out with them, he heard voices behind him. Looking back, he spotted Winter with an older girl from... Slytherin, was it? He didn't know if he should interfere, although the line moved forward, he fell behind slowly, looking back. He didn't want her to disappear in the corridors of this massive place on their first day, little to his knowledge, she probably already knew her way around as he watched her finally hurrying up to rejoin him and the others to go to the Ravenclaw dorm. Hayden fell to the back, ending up next to her, seeing the distress in her eyes, even if she kept her head down, he could tell something was up with her.\n\"I'm sorry if I butted in on you earlier.\" He let out, looking away from her to follow the students in front of them to their new dorm. \"I'm Hayden, Hayden Buckley.\" He introduced himself, offering his hand to her as they walked, wanting to shake hands. \"I hope we can become friends.\" He added, unaware of the fact that she probably wished this was a nightmare, and she could just wake up soon, Hayden felt like he was in a dream, and he'd wake up and find it all gone soon enough. Yet for as long as he could, he would savor every moment of this experience and get to know as many of the people as he could."
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"value": "Please. Let her wake up from this nightmare-!\nIt is a shame reality does not work that way. Did someone cast a spell on her, then-? Did Hogwarts decide to undergo a different method of Sorting? Blue eyes blinked as his words broke her reverie, focusing on him just a heartbeat later. It was not long before the pair shifted to the proffered hand. Is he suggesting they be friends? Winter lifted her eyes, studying the features of this young boy standing before her. Friends are no more than distractions, meant to make her stray to make her forget of her ambitions, of her goals. Is it wise to indulge in something so trivial-? No, not likely. It is very possible the Sorting Hat has made a mistake on what House she belongs to, after all.\nEven so. It does not hurt to make her acquaintance. My name is Winter, she chose to reply at long last, though she was hesitant to accept the handshake. Of course, she will never go so far as to say they will ever be friends, but she has no qualms with implying as such. It could very well be used to her advantage. Do not apologize. Have a good night, Hayden Buckley. I suppose I shall see you tomorrow. It remains to be seen if they will share any classes together. Hopefully it will not be many, if he is entertaining the delusion they are to be friends in the days to come. A hand trailed up the banister as she ascended the stairs leading up to the girls dormitories, leaving this day to rest. In the morning, she will wake and find herself to be Sorted in Slytherin, not Ravenclaw.\nAlas, it did not happen as she hoped. Winter reluctantly dragged herself down to the Entrance Hall, where many students have begun to partake in breakfast, their laughter echoing off the walls. It was at the Ravenclaw table she sank down, however she could not take a bite of the feast before her. No. As strange as it is, she still had no appetite. Ooh, How is she ever going to explain this to Mother-?! It required a bit of effort to catch her head before it fell onto the table, but Winter managed, hands hiding her mortification. No, wait. Did she do her hair before she came down-? A pat upside her head confirmed she did, despite everything going through her mind. Dark blue eyes opening, Winter looked at her empty plate with no interest whatsoever."
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"value": "The first day of class was officially in session at the sound of a shrill bell that rung through every corridor and room of the prestigious academia. Twenty or so students were already in their seats, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their homeroom instructor who was to assign each of them their Pokémon companion for an entire year, or possibly more. The teacher, who also doubled as a Pokémon researcher in her spare time, entered the classroom carrying a covered basket that was undoubtedly filled to the rim with Lowballs. The red-and-white design of the contraptions glimmered through the cracks, each Pinball sheltering a random Pokémon that was soon to be a student's roommate and possible friend for the rest of the semester.\nJust minutes after the bell rang, the professor centered the basket on top of the front podium and settled the rowdy classroom with a clap of her hands. \"Hello,\" she greeted with a youthful, exuberant smile that betrayed her old age. \"My name is Professor Willow. I will be your homeroom instructor for the rest of the year. I had each one of you fill out a brief information sheet and check off an attendance list this morning, so we won't go through an official roll call.\" Even she was aware that all the students were not interested in passing around classroom syllabuses and discussing boring classroom procedures. What they were interested in was the basket on top of her desk.\n\"Instead, I'll call your names and the type of Pokémon you have been assigned for the rest of the year. As explained in the online syllabus, you will be responsible for turning in a five-page essay based on this Pokémon and a ten-minute presentation by finals' week,\" she explained, causing a clamor in the classroom as she picked up the first Pinball in her hand. \"The partner assignments are random, so I hope that all of you will try your hardest to master the elemental type of your Pokémon. Who knows? You may even come to become a type specialist like some famous Gym Leaders.\"\nShe tossed the first Pinball onto the ground, and it split open to reveal a Pooched Cowboy. \"Lilly Lee,\" the instructor called the Pokémon's partner by her full name, summoning the shy girl to the front of the classroom. \"Your partner will be a Pooched, a Dark type Cowboy. Pooches are known for their tenacious nature.\" She added tips and bits of information to each and every Pokémon's introduction to rouse the interest of her students, to which she succeeded. She came to the twelfth name on the roster and bounced another Pinball from the tips of her fingers. This time, a Glace on appeared in a blink of red light, her sleepy gaze turning towards the classroom once the glimmering aura faded.\nThe professor called the name of a male student to the front, much to everyone's disappointment who wasn't called to claim the rare Pokémon. \"You're very lucky,\" Professor Willow told him. \"Only twelve percent of Galleons are born female in the wild. Why don't you say hello to your new partner, see if she likes you?\"\nIt was the moment everyone held their breaths for. Some students had already experienced the humiliating moment of being rejected by their Pokémon in front of the classroom. One Heliopolis had scoffed in disgust by her assigned tamer and returned to her Pinball, leaving the student embarrassed and with an aggressive Cowgirl under his care."
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"value": "Red was still finding it hard to believe where he was, even if he'd officially moved his stuff into his dorm room the day before. It was a long ways from Pallet Town, after all. And before this he'd been a public school sort of kid. Everythingwas new to him. Even the air smelled different, somehow. Not even the explanation of what, exactly, went into taming a Poke girl could keep down his excitement. Somehow he'd managed not to pick up on just how much sex was going to be involved (maybe they didn't want children knowing about it?). His face still burned if he brought up memories of that rather frank orientation. But, being a red-blooded young man, he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him at least a little excited for entirely different reasons.\nSo, like most of the students in the room, Red was practically on the edge of his seat. He'd brought out a pen and notebook in case he needed to take notes, but found himself drumming the pen on his desk in an antsy, rhythmless manner. He didn't notice the glares his nearest neighbors were shooting him. Furthermore, he didn't even notice the smug, shit-eating grin his rival Blue shot him after randomly drawing a Character, one of the most coveted starters in Kant. Instead, Red was totally engrossed in daydreaming about what sort of partner he would be given. Someone beautiful? Someone strong? What if he got randomly paired with a Poke boy? What if he was like Heliopolis Guy?\nBefore his racing thoughts could carry him down any stranger paths, he heard his name being called. He jumped, just a little, as if startled...and that was when he saw her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her as he made his way up to the front of the room. She was obviously some sort of Levee (the diamond-shaped ears were a dead giveaway), but one he'd never seen before. Kant's temperate climate didn't bless it with a variety of Ice-types.\nThe young man that stood before Glace on was lean and athletic, the sort of build that naturally came from living in a remote town where one walked or biked everywhere. Though he was wearing the dark-colored men's uniform, he also wore, somewhat contrarily, a red baseball cap. Underneath the cap's brim was a mop of somewhat unruly brown hair and a fairly ordinary-looking face, but for the earnestness that practically radiated from his brown eyes. He'd stayed up late the night before trying to come up with a cool line, but nothing came to him. That just wasn't his style. So instead he favored her with an easy smile as he held out his hand. \"Hi, I'm Red. Nice to meet you, partner.\"\nRed was somewhat unprepared for the encounter. He hadn't quite grasped that, in some ways, he nowownedthis girl. But he could relate to the idea of making a new friend, at least. Even if it was a friend with benefits, a traitorous part of his mind whispered."
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"value": "The Glace on's eyes blinked sleepily, her attention now barely registering that she was being spoken to. In response to Red's greeting, she yawned, the noise sounding something like a meal. The yawn wasn't a sign of disinterest, however. She had just been summoned in the middle of an afternoon nap and while any other easily irritable Pokémon would have protested against being rudely tossed out of bed, she was contrarily a bit mellowed out. Still sleepy, even. Ice types like her breed were notorious for being solitary in nature, and even aggressive towards strangers unlike their kin living in the more temperate climates of the region, but she was nothing like the unyielding element she controlled.\n\"Hm~\" she hummed drowsily, not even paying any attention to the audience that watched them both with bated breaths. \"Red...\" was all she mumbled before her arms reached out to wind underneath her new partner's arms, nuzzling into his embrace without the slightest display of caution. Even the friendliest Pokémon so far had offered nothing more than a formal handshake to acknowledge their new tamer as just that: their new tamer. But the Glace on was quick to trust the other male she felt a natural affinity towards, perhaps sensed some security, and buried herself into his arms with her diamond-shaped ears pressed tightly against her top of silky, frosted blue hair.\n\"Her name's Aurora,\" Professor Willow explained in the snoozing Poke girl's place. \"She's not usually this... loving.\" Her experiences with students being carted to the infirmary with purple frostbite on their hands and face had taught her that much. \"But she seems to like you,\" she said with relief, returning the sleepy Glace on into her assigned Poke Ball for her to rest properly. The Ball was then given to Red for him to carry back to his desk.\nAfter assigning the rest of the Poke Balls from her basket to all of her students, Professor Willow briefly explained the basics of grooming and the importance of a balanced diet for different types of Pokémon. \"I don't expect you all to be able to tame your partner on the first day, perhaps not even in the first week or month. Use the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with your partner. I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow,\" she said and dismissed the class. Immediately, the class was alive with conversation, students approaching each other to exchange numbers and even boast or express envy about their newly assigned partners. Even the \"Heliopolis Guy\" was confident and even hopeful that they would be able to set their differences aside in favor of a stronger relationship."
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"value": "Red could empathize. She looked sort of like he felt before breakfast. It was kind of cute, actually. As she buried herself in his arms he found himself embracing her right back, as if it were perfectly natural, not saying a word. He had been a little worried that she'd be cold to the touch, but instead she just felt right. And then, just like that, she was back in her Poke ball. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it all, looking more than a bit stunned before Professor Willow handed the Poke ball over. But he quickly shook it off and made sure to thank the professor before returning to his seat, holding Aurora's ball gingerly as if he were afraid it might break. For the rest of the lesson he took careful notes, but his gaze kept wandering to the ball sitting on the desk in front of him.\nFinally, class was over, and Red was almost positive he heard faint music right before a familiar grating voice. Blue, of course, wanted to brag about his Character and remind Red of the type advantage he had ('tough luck, that' he said while sounding anything but sympathetic). Red, of course, wished that Blue would take a long walk off Vermilion Pier (not that he said as much), and expressed his utmost confidence that he and Aurora could handle any challenge. Somehow this ended with more than a few students gawking at the fireworks and Blue declaring, in his usual style, that he would most definitely tame his Pokémon first - and then he'd show Red what's what. And then he flounced, apparently confident in his ability to deliver on the threat/promise.\nShaking his head at the antics, Red quickly stuffed his things into his bag, somewhat more carefully slid Aurora's ball into his pocket, and hurried off to his dorm in order to turn to the teenager's first resource when seeking information: the internet. He'd intended to use the time to let Aurora finish her nap, and it was probably a good thing too - after first looking up Aurora's species, he'd then started looking up information on the region she came from, and after an hour or so he was simultaneously looking at pages on the uses of ice, PCHA berries, the types of stone in polar regions, and Coffins.\nWhy does this always happen to me?!\nRed finally pushed away from his desk with an emphatic shove, before rising to his feet and stretching languidly. He had never really liked sitting down for long anyway. Sparing a glance at Aurora's Poke ball, he decided to check in on her - she had looked pretty tired in class, but she couldn't sleepthatmuch, could she? He ignored the feeling that he'd just jinxed himself and picked up the ball, before thumbing the release mechanism."
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"value": "The Poke Ball split open with a mechanical sound and a brilliant burst of neon light, materializing the Glace on in her form. She looked more or less alert, but it was obvious that the sleepy droop of her eyes was a permanent trait unaffected by how drowsy she truly was. Thin, pale fingers reached up and rubbed the lashes of her half-lidded eyes, still trying to brush away the sleep from her dulled senses. Eventually, she came to, and her diamond-shaped ears perked up at full attention.\n\"Red,\" Aurora spoke softly, introducing herself a second time. \"I'm Aurora.\" Something told her he knew that already. She clasped both hands behind her back, swaying to her right to peek at the screen that was still illuminated on Red's laptop. Another Glace on's picture was published on top of the article, the passage below it explaining everything from the breed's common diet to their \"nature\" in bed. She couldn't read, not the whole excerpt, anyway, but she still understood enough from the pictures provided that Red had been doing quite some extensive research on her kind, but not necessarily other. \"You could ask me, you know,\" her lips curled into a mellowed smile. \"If you have any questions. All Galleons are a bit different from one another, like snowflakes.\"\nAside from where they originated and what type of food was best for them, Aurora liked to believe one couldn't obtain every bit of information about her from the Internet. Some things were meant to be discovered on a whim.\nHands still clasped behind her back, the Glace on took a look around, the new dorm an unfamiliar environment to her. After being returned the first time by a first year student, she hadn't been outside her Poke Ball since, so it was only natural she behaved so curiously. There wasn't much to explore that she couldn't see within twenty feet of her person, so she tested the single bed first, sitting and bouncing gently in place. She was already familiarizing herself with the place, but not so much with her tamer, yet. \"So, what did you learn so far?\" she asked, almost convinced that he couldn't have found anything useful on those terribly misleading sites."
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"value": "Roku had long worked to become the best. He'd trained, he'd fought, he happened to have defended Earth a few times, and he'd collected the Dragon Balls with his friends. One such friend was Burma Briefs. She'd run into him years ago, and she'd run into him again at the 23rd World Tournament. When she'd seen him last he was young, but now he was taller. He'd finally and properly grown into his own. Not only that but his power had grown too as he fought and beat Tienshenhan who had proved to be a worthy opponent after beating him last time. Piccolo was the strongest among them though and the battle had decided much more than the fate of just the championship. At the end of it all, however, the arena was destroyed but Roku was the champion. He'd celebrated with a hearty meal during which time he realized he didn't have a place to stay. After a conversation Burma agreed to host him at her place, and he was fine with that. She'd enticed him into it saying she had some ideas for training devices, and he was in before she could blink twice almost. Fighting was basically his world.\nAnd now here he was. He'd only been staying there for a few days now if that. Most of his time was spent doing his normal routine of waking up, eating, training, eating, training, resting for a little bit, training, and so on. He was almost scarily good at refining his form. It wasn't that he didn't relax, he did, but unless Burma wanted his attention for something he was often training or thinking about it more than doing anything else. Today, however, was going to be exciting. Burma had told him she was working on something, and he was eager to find out. Considering how smart she was he knew it was going to be amazing. How much better was he going to be able to train?\nHe was dressed as he was always in his Hermit style Hi. It was hard to break the habit, and he was just comfortable in it. It was flexible and gave him plenty of room of motion. Beyond that he could just was it easily with a dip in the water if he needed to. Sure they had machines for that, but he didn't think about that too much. Roku had always been pretty free spirited so he was still used to just flying all over the place, going to new areas, training, and coming back. It was just a part of who he was. But if she'd made some kind of training device for him then, well, he had a reason to stick around more during the day, didn't he? He scratched his head as he waited for Burma to lead him in or tell him what he should be excited for. Just what was it? At this point, and it had only been a moment since she'd told him that it was basically ready, he was already eager to try it and the smile on his face said that."
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"value": "Burma had spent the last few months plotting a scheme for Roku. Now, it wasn't something nefarious. It also wasn't something that shed be unafraid to tell Roku about, Burma had no reason to do anything like that to Roku. No, her scheme was centered around getting Son Goals attention. She never thought that Roku would have grown into such a hunk, but he had. No longer was he the monkey-like boy, he was a man, and what a man he was. He was decidedly not an easy target for romance. Romance was something that he was completely unaware of, he had told Burma in the past few months that he thought marriage was something you ate. His knowledge of affection seemed to be whoever fed him the best dinner or who could throw the hardest punch. Burma, although she wasn't helpless, certainly couldn't throw a punch like him. So, her tactics had to lie somewhere in the middle of the two. Playing off his love of food, his love of training and everything else.\nA training device was something that she had thought about for years. It was at first an idea to get Roku to stay in one place so he wouldn't cause too much trouble, even if it might upset her mom and dad having him stay at Capsule Corp for too long. Which was fair, Roku might have broken some things if he was left to his own devices there. Roku was better behaved around her, at least she thought so. He wasn't as crazy at the very least and she had the fire in her spirit to hold him back if he did anything wrong. Which was more than possible with how clueless Roku was and how clueless he seemed to stay. If anyone hadn't changed at all, it was Roku.\nBurma was fashionable as always, even if she seemed to change her look every few weeks. Today, she had decided to wear something casual. A lab coat draped over her body, though it was wrinkled in a few areas, telling Roku that she probably hadn't decided to iron it. She was wearing a light green tank top underneath, which showed some midriff. There also was a generous amount of cleavage to the outfit Roku was clueless, but even he would notice a rack like that, right? She hoped, otherwise part of the plan had already failed. When Roku arrived, she ran into place and waved over at him.\nHey, come on in, Roku. Sorry for keeping you waiting, I was just doing the finishing touches on your gift. So, lets hop right in and see what's happening, okay? Burma said with a friendly smile, though she had a different tone of voice than usual. Slower, more focused on Roku himself."
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"value": "Roku wasn't really sure what to expect. Burma changed clothes a lot so maybe it was new weighted clothes or something. He thought of everything in terms of battle so while he noticed her tendency to keep fashionable he tried to connect it to things he knew. He also doubted that would be the case. She was too excited for it to be just that.\nRight?\nShe was dressed pretty normal as far as he was concerned. She asked him inside but he tilted his head. Her shirt seemed a bit lower than normal. The reason he noticed is because of her cleavage. Had she gotten bigger?\nWow, I guess you're still growing.\nHe pointed right at her breasts proving, once more, that Roku failed to understand fundamental aspects of people. But perhaps him noticing was what shed wanted. Either way he didn't wait when she told him to hop in. Roku moved quickly, just short of a run, to get to the device.\nSo what do I need to do?"
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"value": "\"I'm not growing, Roku, but it's nice you've finally noticed.\" Burma laughed before giving Roku a little nudge. She wasn't used to Roku actually paying attention to her, but she wasn't opposed to it. She then turned away, she had something to show to him finally, something that he'd love. And perhaps something that would get him to stick around. She hoped it'd get him to stick around because if it didn't, she had wasted about two months of her time for nothing. It was something that took so much time, it was something that she had to take the gamble on. So, she kept a confident smile on her face, she looked at and turned her head. She hoped that Roku was willing to pay attention to her because he finally noticed her body. \"So, what I'm going to do is show you something that you'll love, Roku. You like training right? But everything seems pretty easy for you now. Well, what if I said that I had a way to make training interesting again?\"\nShe pressed a button as the device started to hum and a door opened. \"Step into the room, Roku! I think you'll get it as soon as you step in there.\""
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"value": "Roku's head titled the moment she said that she wasn't growing. So she'd always been that big? Wow, it was kind of amazing. She seemed proud of it though so he smiled. Regardless the moment she mentioned that there was something that he'd love and that it was training his brain switched over. His focus turned from her to where the door opened. Roku looked at it for a long moment trying to figure out what it was before he decided to throw caution to the wind and just ran inside without missing a beat. He looked back at her as he stepped inside and smiled at her.\n\"So how does it work?\"\nHe stood just on the other side of the door before he felt something was happening. Weight being added to him more and more. He grunted as he felt the effects of gravity multiplying on him.\n\"It feels like it's pushing down on me.\"\nHe grunted before standing up straight letting hi ski reinforce his body a bit. It wasn't on very high so it had only caught him by surprise. Already he could see how this would help him train though. Within moments of realizing it he started running.\n\"How high can it go?\""
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"value": "Burma laughed at Roku's eager reaction, it was expected but still amusing. He was the same person he always was, the same kind of dumb kid that didn't get any of the words that she told him or anything like that. The fact that he was still a clueless boy in an adult man's body was quite amusing to her, something that she'd cherish because of just how stupid Roku could be. Yet, as he asked her how high it could go, her smile lessened a bit. Sure, Roku could take a lot, but it wasn't like there was no limits to what his body could take. And she wasn't willing to test that out at the moment. Still, since he asked as she walked towards the machine and rose the gravity in the chamber by about 50% of its current state, seeing if Roku could handle something like that.\n\"Well, if you want me to be honest, it can't go much higher than 3-4 times gravity. Beyond the materials just not being there for it, it's not like you need anything more than that.\" Burma said with a bit of a laugh. \"Also I think you should ease yourself into something like that, Roku, because otherwise you might end up getting flattened. You have to be sure you can take the gravity, you know? I just figured you'd like a gift like this! Seeing as you always complain there's no place to test your limits.\""
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"value": "Roku couldn't help himself. Training was what he lived for when he wasn't fighting. He was mostly ignorant to everything else and his world revolved around that. When he stepped inside he turned to ask her the obvious question. She raised the gravity and he gritted his teeth. There was strain on his features, but he was able to make himself stand up. He had to focus and that was something in and of itself. His breathing became deeper and more regular as he focused himself. She told him that it could only go to about three or four times gravity. He nodded at that before turning and starting to walk. He stumbled once or twice as the balance was shifting on him. Still, he was adjusting.\n\"I'll make great use of this.\"\nHe kept walking with every step feeling just as difficult as the last, but this was the kind of thing he wanted.\n\"Thanks Burma! I never would have been able to get this kind of training with anyone else. I'll have to find a way to repay you. Furthermore, I don't have any money though...\"\nRoku began to jump and note how it affected his body as he tried to use hi ski to fly through he could barely stay off the ground without feeling rough."
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"value": "\"Money's no problem, Roku, I'm rich!\" Burma said with a bit of a self-aware laugh. \"I don't think I need much from you considering how often you've saved me. I think I've lost count the amount of times you've saved all of us. There's nothing I could pay you back with that matches that.\"\nBurma looked at Roku's attempt to train and thought about how whenever the situation got bad, he rose up to face it. He might not have been bright but Roku was certainly brave. Braver than most people and certainly braver than Yamaha. Not that she'd disses her ex for too much, he wasn't a bad guy. He just had a tendency to be scared of things. Roku might have the opposite problem however, his lack of fear might have made him more of a threat to himself and the people around him. The fearlessness of Roku was a great strength but also could be a great weakness in the wrong hands.\nHer mind went another direction as she looked at Roku working out, however, one that she had to admit was not likely to change. She bit her lip as she looked at his muscular form struggled against the weight of the gravity chamber. It was working out every muscle in his body to move like that, and she knew that Roku would eventually need to take a break. Maybe that was when she'd make her next move."
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"value": "\"Huh? If you say so.\"\nHe shrugged as if it didn't make too much sense. As far as he was concerned saving the world was secondary to the fights he'd had. Sure, he never let his friends get hurt when he could help it but saving Earth wasn't really at the front of his mind most of the time. He loved a challenge, and they had provided it time and time again. He'd throw himself into a fight and give it everything to come out on top, and he saved people doing it which made it that much better. Still, he wasn't going to complain about having this training place for free. After all, he was going to be able to improve even more now! With that in mind he started moving.\nUnaware, or not really thinking about it, he was putting on a sort of show for Burma. His muscles constantly flexed attempting to get used to the gravity. Every motion was weighty and caused him to expend more and more energy. He could handle this for a good little while no doubt as he flew, punched, kicked, and ran around in the gravity chamber. His clothes increasingly clung to him as he sweat from the effort and fighting he was doing. His voice became more strained as he grunted and growled or called out attacks as he fired I blasts or energy beams for himself to dodge.\nAfter a good thirty minutes he turned the machine off and laid down right on the ground.\n\"Okay, it's kind of great. But it'll take a lot of getting used to.\"\nHe smiled as he stared up at the ceiling.\n\"Did it handle everything okay Burma? I didn't break anything right?\""
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"value": "\"Come with me Raina...\"\n\"We don't have a mating mark Vary, we could never be a family. I love you...but I want pups.\"\n\"Please Raina...don't do this...i couldn't stand the thought-\"\n\"I'm going to do this Vary, I want to find my mate.\"\nIn a Kalahari pack, a female can choose to call on to every viral male to try and sate her whilst she was in heat. If they could not sate her, she would throw them out and move on to the next. Raina had been his world and no matter how he sated her, the mating mark never showed. Completely bitter and unable to forgive her, Vary went out that night and stood at the tent, disallowing anyone to enter. Fights broke out in mass proportions. After taking down quite a few of his family, he was ultimately thrown out of his pack.\n\"I never thought you were this stupid pup...\"\nHis father said standing in front of him. Growling as the wounds on his back were vicious. His clan had no mercy on him or his heart. Even his own father had gone against him.\n\"Mark my words...when I return...her mate will DIE.\"\nWith that he stood up and limped away, listening as his clan laughed, and his love was taken by a lover that wasn't him.\n\"I pray to the gods that you are never sated Raina.\"\n~~~\nNew Orleans, present day\nFixing his ball cap and rolling up his sleeves he entered the bar sanctuary where he sat every night to listen to the Howlers play and drink his beer until he could believe he was drunk. Wearing a pair of worn out jeans, black and white converse, a white button up that was open in front and a black tank underneath. His jet black hair with white highlights was sleeked back into a low ponytail and a ball cap that said 'Rub me for Luck' on it.\n\"Hey Aimee,\"\nHe said as she set him down his next set of beers.\n\"Remi in?\" He asked.\n\"No, he's gone for the night. He looked a bit green tonight so we sent him off.\"\n\"Ah...\" He nodded as she walked away. Sometime him and Remi would sit and have a few beers, but he guessed that he was alone. Sanctuary was the same as usual, musty homely feeling. And that's what kept him coming back every time."
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"value": "Present Day, New Orleans\nCrimson Dream drew up to Sanctuary on a roar and a squeal of tires as she stopped her motorcycle in front of the club. Taking her helmet off, lush auburn curls fell down the length of her back and ended just where her pant line began, and she set the helmet on its hook. Swinging one black clad leather leg over the side, she stood up. Her pants seemed almost poured on her like a second skin and leather vest was molded over her ample breasts and down her torso. No one would ever be able to find where she kept her weapons hidden without giving her a thorough body search, and that wasn't ever going to happen.\nWalking to the door, Dev gave out a low whistle of appreciation, and she smirked up at him, Eat your heart out, Bear. She kept moving forward and ignored his sexual comment as she walked into the club, her hips and ass swaying in time to the Howlers. There were a lot of looks sent her way, but she ignored them and her aura didn't give off the most friendly of vibes, so no one dared try to come up to her that didn't know her.\nShe got to the bar and saw that there was only one open seat next to a guy with a ball cap that entertained her and another guy that just looked low. Taking the stool anyway, she rose up her arm and waved, Yo, Aimee, give me the usual! Mixed code for a drink and the information she needed. A good hunt was required tonight."
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"value": "With ever breath he took, the man exhaled male dominance. His aura a deadly mixture of lust and 'fuck off', he pulled his cap down knocked back another drink. Most of the time he wouldn't have even looked at any of the women who entered this bar, but the scent of her...hit him like truck of money bound for Mexico. Licking his dry lips he pulled his hat off and continued to stare down his drink as if he was fighting the urge to pounce her.\n\"What the hell is wrong with me?....\"\nIt had been over 50 years since he had lifted his nose in a women direction. And the fact that the woman that interested him was a dark hunter...was twice as bad. Her aura screamed 'I'll have your balls for ornaments before you see my bed'. And the last thing he needed, was to have his ass handed to him by a woman...but for this particular beauty...he just might put it on the chopping block for her.\nRunning his hand through his hair, he pulled the hair tie out as he almost never pulled it back, he hated the way it pulled on his scalp in all the wrong ways. He'd rather let the long black hair hang and get tangled, then to have it pull on him. Gripping his empty bottle until it almost broke he said to Aimee.\n\"Hold the human hair.\"\nThat was a drink that would inebriate any human in one drink. But to were's and hunters...it didn't matter. It had a burn that was so good, they had to put it on the list."
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"value": "Aimee walked up with two drinks of human hair and put one first down in front of Vary and the other in front of Crimson. \"Hey Crimson, how's the big bad looking tonight?\" Aimee leaned down in front of Crimson and whispered, even though she knew that some of the people around could listen in if they so choose. Mostly, she hoped that they would stick to their own business. Glad for the distraction from the man sitting next to her. When he took off his cap off, she nearly groaned from the way his long black hair fell down his back made her want to grab him and possibly fuck him like an animal. Where that came from, she didn't know, but she did know that there wereothertypes of patron in this bar that were more than human, he could very well be one of them. However, she swore a long time ago to never get involved in a relationship, but was still open for one-night stands.\nAimee pulled something out from her pocket and slid it over to Crimson, \"here, this is from Ash. You be careful out there.\" Crimson took the envelope and ripped it open, after reading the contents and dropped something into her hand that she quickly hid in between her vest and her breasts. \"Thanks Aimee, I'll see what I can do.\" Her voice had gone deep and poured out like honey, seductive and deadly. She was looking forward to the coming night.\nPicking up her drink, she knocked it back in one go and then slammed it down on the bar. As she turned around to walk away, she touched the guys head and rubbed, \"A rub for good luck. Later.\" With that, she walked away and back out of Sanctuary. Stopping before Dev, she looked up him with a look and threw the keys to her motorcycle to him. \"I'm on foot from here, Bear, make sure my Beauty gets home without a scratch or else I'll skin and tan your hide.\" At his nod of understanding, she turned left and disappeared down the street. The click of her heels fading into silence and the hunt was on.\nShe had only gotten a few blocks from Sanctuary when she heard a low pain filled moan. Grabbing behind her back and under her hair, she drew down her two short Katana's. As she moved forward into the alleyway, she saw the group of Damon's surrounding a threesome of women, one of whom was already on the ground dead, another who was in the arms of a Damon, and the last who was cowering and surrounded while she was being taunted. Moving forward with swift grace, she killed the Damon feeding on the woman, and she sank to the ground. The others turned to look at her and the battle was on."
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"value": "Completely dumbfounded, Vary watched as the woman he had been purring for, walk out of sanctuary to do her patrol. Vary knew about dark hunters. He had never met their leader, but after a few run ins with Syrian and Galerius a while back, he learned to steer clear of them. But when he touched her...it was over for him, he had to know what she was about. Hearing her voice as she spoke to the bear at the door he wanted to howl in need for her. It took every ounce of his strength not to run after her and take her right there on the street, that and the idea of having his genitals ripped off...wasn't pleasing at all.\nStealing her glass off the bar and leaving a large tip as usual, he walked toward the exit. \"Don't do it man, that woman will eat you alive.\" The bear cautioned. Looking at him with a look of profound annoyance he said back. \"And I'm pretty sure, that if she was doing it naked...we both wouldn't mind.\"\nWith that Vary followed after her. Keeping to the shadows and a long way back, Vary easily followed her scent down to an alley. Staying at the end of the alley with his back leaned against the brick wall, he waited until her business was done. He didn't really know what he was going to say or if he had anything to say at all... He just wanted to hear her voice again."
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"value": "The woman ran when the Damon's turned towards her, they didn't bother chasing after her as they faced Crimson. One of them laughed as he looked her over, \"What's a short thing like you going to do against all of us?\" The taunt made her lips pull up into a dark smile that had her own fangs showing. \"Bigger isn't always better asshole, but I'm sure that you learned that while trying and failing at fucking a woman.\" She laughed with a wicked glee and her hands shifted with her Katina's. \"Or maybe its men you boys like, since I never see any woman with you.\"\nAt her cutting remark, she was charged by the one who had first spoken to her, and she dodged his attack by going under his arm and bringing up her back foot in a pivot that had her heel digging into his face and sending him on his back. The rest of the group charged her at once, and she knew that she was at a disadvantage being six to one. She held her own fairly well, but as one attacked from the front, another attacked from the back and one of her Katina's was sent spiraling out of her hand and she could feel as the bone in her forearm broke. She kept fighting, but at the feel of another Dark Hunter coming, she could feel her powers weakening."
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"value": "Hearing the bones shatter in her arm, Vary couldn't stand by any longer. Though she would probably be angry at him for intercepting her kill, he was going to do so anyway. A flash of light blinded those within the alley momentarily and there stood a large Lion. His mane seemed to glow with gold and light as he pounced on the daimons. His large claws spreading the clothes and skin as he pounded the daimons into dust. Stepping on her Katina, he shoved it toward her as he moved to the next Damon and ripped his head off with his jaws. The mere size of him was enough to make the other daimons nearly piss his pants. Finishing off the last of the daimons to weather, he turned to look at her with big blue eyes...through the eyes of a wild lion.\n\"I didn't mean to intrude on your fight... I just couldn't turn away.\"\nHe said to her through telekinesis."
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"value": "Crimson watched with a mixture of surprise and annoyance as the Lion appeared before her and began to kill the Damon's. She didn't need help with anything, especially not from something of the male species. Leaning down, with her ass in the air, she picked up her fallen Katina and hid them once again under her hair in their sheaths. When the lion finished and looked at her, she cocked an eyebrow at the intrusion of his telekinesis in her mind. \"Big kitty want a cookie for intruding, or would you like me to just skin you alive right here? Are you stupid or what, cat, for changing into form here where anyone could see you? The wolves are easy to hide in sight, since the human mind would think them tamed dogs or huskies. There is no way to explain a giant ass lion roaming around loose in the middle of the city.\"\nHighly agitated, she ran a hand through her hair and just looked at the lion, he was an extremely beautiful creature, she would give him that. However, she wasn't happy with his interruption of her hunt. Yes, she may have been in a bind, but she always landed on her feet in one way or another. Now she just had all of this restless energy stored up, much like she always did, now the hunt was all she lived for."
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"value": "With a flash of light Vary changed from lion to human form and stared at her. Looking slightly sheepish but keeping his 'ill eat your heart' demeanor. Walking slowly toward her, he stopped next to her and conjured his hat and placed it on his head.\n\"Sorry, it was my mistake.\"\nThough he had a lot more things he could have spewed out he simply apologized. Most wars, especially those of Kalahari species, did not take well to being insulted. And yet he took it in stride. Risky though it was, it was worth the emotional slap she delivered. Turning his head slightly to look back at her, he paused as if he was going to say something, but then decided differently and turned away. Exiting the alley he growled low in his throat. He could kick himself for his stupidity. Invading her mind was such a stupid act and he probably deserved the insult. His anger simmering, he decided to go back toward Sanctuary."
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"value": "Etta IV, one of the wealthiest planets in the Corporate Sector, and a popular stop for those with the skills, means and propensity for work fitting into the legal gray area (or leaning more towards black). The bar Arid Deal currently patronized smelled of the mingled foods, intoxicants and body odors of a few dozen different species as he slowly nursed his drink. The bar was the same type found on nearly every world with a major spaceport; dirty, dingy and poorly-lit, the local music from the live band an odd combination of high-pitch reedy woodwinds and a deep percussion, overslided with cooing of the not bad looking female Rodin lead. This part of the galaxy wasn't Arid's idea of a good stop; for him, Corset kept too tight a leash on things and on the rare occasion he could bribe his way out of trouble, they usually wanted three or four times what a similar 'donation' to an Imperial lackey would be. Unfortunately, he hadn't had much of a choice in the matter. His ship, a heavily modified Suwanee Systems TL-1800 transport named The Drunken Rookie, had developed a coolant leak, which not only caused him to burn fuel at nearly five times the normal rate, but also lead to a fire, forcing him to limp into port at sunlight. He'd been a bit short on crews, forcing him into a situation of borrowing that was not... advantageous. However, it had allowed him to fix his ship and top off his tank; giving him the opportunity to run a couple short 'extra-legal' operations to way back the crews owed. He'd even gotten lucky; the recipient of one of his deliveries got pinched just before he dropped the cargo off, forcing him to sell it himself and make almost ten times what he was supposed to be paid. He'd paid back the loan, port fees, more fuel, even had some left over for minor modifications, consumables and some other minor bits & bobs.\nWhich was when the trouble started. His loan shark now claimed that Arid had ratted out the delivery target and owed him more money. Arid disagreed, and the gangster's emissaries had pulled on him, a mistake. He walked away; they didn't. He probably should have split the planet, but he felt he was on a streak of luck, and was loath to break that. So here he sat, in a shady bar whose name he never bothered noticing, in a small alcove off to the side, his back to the wall, slowly sipping his cool beverage as he bid his time until his next score. Arid stood at a hair over six-foot two, 180 pounds of lean, muscle, his dirty blond hair shaved into a buzz cut reminiscent of his time in the Imperial Army, although he mainly did it to keep it out of his hazel eyes. For the moment, he was dressed in dark green cargo pants, a thick leather utility belt, black combat boots, black undershirt and a tan jacket over it, which also covered the heavy blaster pistol he kept on his shoulder."
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"value": "It was a damn good lucky streak, that was for sure.\nBut luck went by many names across the galaxy, though few paid those stories any mind these days.\nFor most the Jedi and Sith had been a far-off concern -- the elite of the galaxy whose struggles existed far above the pay grade of the average butcher, baker, or candlestick maker. But a Jedi or Sith could come from any place, and it was always by the same avenue -- the Force. An omnipresent entity that decided the fate of everyone from kings to killers and princes to paupers. An entity that let one dodge that blaster bolt. Arrive just in time or just too late, avoiding issues either way.\nAnd it came in many forms, too.\nThe light in a farm boy.\nThe dark in a pretty young thing in a black sleeve of a dress...\nVera Kolissclicked her way up to the bar and settled herself sideways into the seat beside Arid. She was exquisitely made up -- just subtle enough to make one think itmighthave been just her. She was slender, albeit possessed of finely curved hipbones and soft breasts. \"Hi,\" she said, her voice downright sweet-sounding.\n\"What're you having, big boy?\" And compared to her, he really was. She could have only been 5'6\" once one took into account her heels and hair. She was a slip of a girl, and only had eyes for him right then."
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"value": "The moment Vera walked into the bar, every eye in the place (including Arias') turned to her, seeming to size her up before turning back to their own business. There was suspicion, jealousy, confidence and not a small dose of carnal desires erupting in the dingy space upon her arrival.\nArid himself tracked her from the moment she entered, knowing she was trouble. He could tell at a glance that she didn't belong, and people who didn't belong didn't come to scum holes like this bar unless they were in trouble. Which meant that dealing with them was, itself, trouble. As she sat down next to him, he kept an almost immaculate salaam face, not that it mattered to one like Vera. He was a microcosm of the emotions from the bar in general; suspicion, reluctance, hesitation and an undertone of arousal and desire emanating from him. In truth, she was everything he liked in women; thin with some curves, nice breasts, wavy red hair and barely-there freckles. And the cut of her dress... well, it was dangerous given her surroundings.\nArid made a show of looking over at her once she spoke, his eyes quickly traveling down then back up her form, his thoughts lingering on certain parts of her even if his eyes did not. He didn't say anything for several moments, his thoughts a rapidly moving jumble, before he turned back to watching the door.\n\"Not interested. I don't buy my company.\" he said, giving her the brush-off, having deciding that was the better option."
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"value": "And when Vera entered that bar, the average level of confidence skyrocketed. There was nothing but pride in her steps, elegance and confidence curving her spine and schooling her expression. Perhaps the most dangerous thing about her was her smile... unless one looked at her eyes. Sharp, bright and clear. Focused as a knife.\nAnd they were all on him, sizing him up as openly as he did her.\nHe was strong -- shelikedthat in a man, someone larger and stronger than she. Well, physicallyat any rate. He was a soldier, that much she had learned from his dossier. Following his tenure in the armed forces the information became quite a bit sparser... but his latent sensitivity. Well. That much Vera could tell off-hand.\n\"And what if I was offering to buy you?\" Vera asked with a sunny smile. She held up a finger and canted her head towards the bar. \"Another of whatever this man is having, please. On here,\" she said as she slid a thin credit chit across the bar. She turned her attention back to Arid and folded her hands neatly in her lap.\n\"So, what may I call you?\" Vera asked, settling her chin down on her dainty right hand, looking at him over well-manicured nails."
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"value": "The scowling bartender brought by a glass of a some local drink; a carbonated, non-alcoholic fruit juice. There was something about her that made him uneasy; something that set off red flags even if he couldn't put his finger on it.\n\"Arid. And I don't do companionship work. Try someone else.\"\nAnd that was when his eyes darted to the door, a barbel and a wee quay walked in, heading straight to the bartender. Arid cursed quietly and reached into his coat, the pop of a thumb-break disengaging was followed by the dull click of a safety disengaging, although he didn't draw the weapon. Not yet. He watched the pair as they conversed with the bartender, then started to search through the bar, drawing another curse from Arid. The pair were large, strong, and obviously armed. He stood up from his seat and shouted at them.\n\"I paid Grille his money. I don't get shaken down for more; I don't give afethabout his inconvenience fee or whatever he calls it. I paid him the loan, plus interest. That's all he's getting.\"\nThe barbel started to reach for his pistol, but Arid was faster. In a blink he had his pistol out & aimed. A modified DH-44; a favorite due to its high power and ease of modification. It's holographic sight reticle flashed into being as soon as it left the holster, letting him target with both eyes open, avoiding the loss of peripheral vision most sight cause. His first shot spun the barbel around, his second and third caught him dead center in the back, tiny flames licking the borders of the singed holes in his clothing as he dropped to the floor. Without missing a beat, his fourth and fifth shots hit the wee quay center of mass while his sixth hit just below his eye, dropping him just as easily as the first.\nHe stepped over to the bar, slid the bartender a decently high-denomination cred chit for the trouble, returned to his alcove, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to the door, taking that as a sign that it was time to leave this rock."
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"value": "Vera laughed, and it was a musical sound. It wasn't at just his brush-off and his attempt to leave... no, it came following Arid's equally casual murder of two foolish thugs that had asked questions with the intent of shooting later. They had to know by now that simply wasn't how things worked.\n\"I neverdidsay 'companionship,' Arid,\" Vera said as she pushed herself out of the stool. She moved with a sinuous grace, stepping easily over the bodies as if she was just trying to avoid puddles, not corpses. Something casual that she might have done a thousand times.\n\"Were you so distracted by how I looked that you didn't even think that there might be a job offer in here somewhere for you?\" Vera asked.\nShe followed him all the way to the door, her arms crossed under her chest, her hips swaying slowly from side to side. \"I want passage off this rock from a man who can make sure I get away safely. And your resume is quietly smoldering on the floor behind us,\" Vera said. \"Impressive work, by the way,\" she said. She was reaching out to him, thin fingers brushing across his shoulder as she treated him to a devilish little smile."
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"value": "Arid pulled the partially charged cell from the pistol, dropping it in a pocket and replacing it with a full one. After the shooting, the pistol was a hair over three quarters full, but if more of them were waiting at the dock, the extra six shots could make a big difference. He reholstered his pistol and stepped out into the waning light of the outside, pausing to look back at Vera. He had some definite misgivings about her, she was obviously more than she let on, and was in some sort of trouble if she came to this particular establishment looking for a lift and some muscle. Still, despite his misgivings, almost despite himself, he would allow it. And her touch sealed it. There was something in it, somethingmorethan just a simple touch, something he could only comprehend on a subconscious level, but something that made him want to keep her around for a bit longer.\n\"They're in luck, because off of this rock is the only place I'm going.\" he said, almost reluctantly pulling away from her touch to head down the street.\n\"Three thousand credits gets you anywhere in the Corp Sector. Outside the sector is more. Half before you set foot on my ship, half when you disembark at destination, plus incidentals. And I only take credits in hand. No transfers, IOUs, bartering, local currency or anything else.\" he explained as he led her down the streets & back alleys.\nIt was about a ten minutes walk at Arid's brisk pace to the ship's berthing, although Arid stopped her near the entrance to the bay, motioning for her to stay put. A quick glance around the corner confirmed his worries; a half-dozen shooters from the gang this leader thought he owed them money were gagging around; some in a corner and some trying to crack the gangplank to his ship. He should've felt a twinge of fear or at least anxiety, but instead all he felt was contempt. He slipped around the corner and shouted at them to gain their attention. It wasn't normally something he would; attract attention & give up the element of surprise, but he wanted them to see his face before they died.\nHis pistol came out, and he put his first shot into a fuel cart, instantly taking out half their number in a furry blast. He stepped out from cover and put his next shot straight into the side of another's head. The next caught two in the chest, the over-powered bolts impacting right on top of each other and burrowing a hole straight through him. The last one got shot in the knee, severing the limb with a puff of vaporizing flesh & muscle.\nNormally he would've let that go; generally the higher the body count the more negative attention from all parties concerned. But for some reason today he felt different. Their boss had tried to screw with him. They had tied to screw with him. With him. They had no idea whereas, and despite all the chanceshehad given them to simply let it go, they were simply too ignorant. Maybe this time they would figure it out. He took his time as he strode up to the man who was rolling on the ground clutching his stump before finally putting two shots into his skull.\nHe took a second to survey the scene then called for Vera. Furthermore, he pressed his hand to the access plate and the ramp descended allowing access, finally, to his ship. With the press of a button on the handrail of the ramp, he started the engines and ship's systems, a decent ten seconds of time saved as he ascended the ramp into his baby."
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"value": "Catalyst, as he liked to call himself, was a mutant. You knew the story, kid turns 13, hits puberty, and through a genetic fluke, a misplaced chromosome, or his parents living too close to radiation or something, that kid gets superpowers. At first, he fears them, is afraid of what's happening, but then the X-Men come to your doorstep and tell you that they can help you, teach you to use your powers and control them to help people or even just live a normal life. Millions of mutants in the world though... they couldn't get them all, right? Some would have had to slip through the cracks. Well, Catalyst was one of those kids.\nHigh school had been hell. Mutant bigotry ran amok among teachers and students and nothing could be done about it because no one even tried. Catalyst was never helped, he had to learn to fight for himself quickly and that wasn't easy. At first, Catalyst's power sucked. He produced oils from his hands. That was it. If you needed to trip someone with an oil patch, Catalyst was the guy for you! It was so lame and so... stupid. He was picked on for being a mutant, but his mutation didn't give him any power or fame... it just made a mess.\nUntil one day he evolved. Catalyst had gotten into a community college where an incredible attractive Social Science teacher berated and humiliated him. Maybe it was the anger, or the stress, or who knows what, but something changed in him and Catalyst shot something new, something that he had never tried before, straight into the teacher's mouth. It had been a mistake, really but... the results were undeniable. The teacher died, right there. The seemingly harmless oil... could be altered. They weren't just grease or lubricant oils that he produced... they were chemicals. Chemicals that could do things, things that no scientist could ever come up with, and Catalyst could control them and their effects.\nHe had a superpower.\nHe had tried the super-hero thing for a while, but it blew and didn't get him any recognition, power or sex. Catalyst wandered for a while, trying to figure out what he could do with this power, when it hit him while watching the news about the X-Men fighting a mutant gorilla or something: revenge. The X-Men had never helped him and his life became hell, they owed him. Nothing serious, he didn't want to destroy them or anything, he wasn'tevil...he just wanted his just desserts.\nAnd that dessert would be Emma Frost. Knocking the X-Mansion's defense systems with a chemical that acted like an EMP in liquid form, Catalyst covered himself in a goo that blocked psi-emissions (he had never tried it before on a real telepath) and injected her with a chemical he created that knocked a person out and blocked their powers. Some girl he didn't know saw him, and he hit her with a liquid that electrified upon air contact and knocked her out too. Taking, the now two, prisoners into an RV he had hidden away a few miles off the grounds, Catalyst drove away with his new prizes. Bringing them to a building that he had bought from a former psychiatrist, who had used the place as a mental facility, Catalyst injected the two women with more power blocking solution before chaining their ankles to a wall. He then injected them with a solution to wake them up, while their powers were still blocked.\nNow, he and the X-Men would be even."
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"value": "Emma was the first to awaken from the unpleasant (and unscheduled) nap that had been forced upon her. Her senses took a few seconds to come back to her, but by that time she had already realized that something was horribly wrong. This wasn't the X-Mansion. This was somewhere else... somewhere she didn't want to be. She looked up towards the strange man, and frowned.\nBut she began to frown at something else as well. Her telepathy... she couldn't... it was blocked! Emma couldn't dig in to the man's mind, nor manipulate him at all. She was trapped to her own faults, like an ordinary human. The former White Queen attempted to stand, but the short chain clasped around her ankle prevented it. \"Who are you?\" She asked, straightening her back and attempting to remain in at least some kind of dignified pose even whilst in this bit of bondage. \"Another little kid who doesn't realize how big a mistake he's made by trying to kidnap an X-Woman? My friends will be here very soon, you know.\" Or so she thought, anyway. Emma never liked to be in a position like this, she didn't like this kind of games. If Emma wasn't in control, then it made her feel uncomfortable.\nTo her left, Kitty was beginning to wake up. The younger girl wore the standard blue-and-gold X-Men attire, while Emma had dressed herself in a smart skirt-suit, white as usual. Shadow cat's gloves rubbed at her eyes, quickly noticing the ankle bondage. However, her mutant powers didn't work! She couldn't pull her leg through the metal! \"Huh... what's going on?\" She asked drunkenly, obviously still feeling the effects of the substance that knocked them out."
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"value": "Catalyst smiled as Emma Frost started to awaken, all haughty and regal like all the stuck up bitches in high school. She was just like a petulant teenage girl, but with a better vocabulary and big fake tits. They needed power, to feel like they were better than everyone else, because if they weren't then that meant they were shit. He was going to knock Emma Frost down a few pegs and show her the grimy little slut-cow she could really be.\n\"You're right, I am some stupid kid. Only 19 years old, my family never loved me, blah, blah, blah... you want me to tell you who you are? Normally, with your powers, you're a superhero, an X-Man, a defender of mutant rights and kind,\" Catalyst explained in a sardonic and demeaning tone before he slowly walked up to Emma and grabbed her by the throat and started mauling her breast with his other hand. \"Without your powers, you're a stuck up whore in a slutty outfit who needs to have her mouth full of cock and her ass fucked by a pipe. But we'll save that for later. So tell me... who's the real pathetic one in this room?\"\nThrowing her against the wall with a little shove, Catalyst made sure his covered Emma's neck with a light sheen of aphrodisiac goop that would soak into her skin and make her feel just a little hotter, just a little more turned on, though nothing too drastic. Yet. Walking over to the other X-Man, who he thought he might have recognized from another team or something, Catalyst leaned down and took advantage of her slightly drunken state to coo and calm her down before shoving his tongue in her mouth with a sloppy kiss. His saliva was acting as a drug now that would have similar effects to ecstasy but with fewer hallucinogens and more lack of inhibition.\n\"Hey gorgeous, why don't you tell me your name?\" he asked in a much softer and loving tone than the one he had given Emma, even comfortingly rubbing her shoulders and whispering in her ear."
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"value": "The White Queen began to choke as he grabbed her throat, suddenly feeling a little too defenceless for her own liking. She sniggered when he started to play the tough boy act, saying that she needed her mouth to be full of cock. Oh please, did he really think that was going to happen? She hadn't realized what he had done, and when he turned his attention on to Kitty, she yelped a little as she was thrown against the wall. Emma gave a half-hearted attempt at breaking open the ankle-chain, but it was no use. She didn't even have super-strength when shedidhave her powers.\nKitty looked towards her captor, and with the combination of the new toxic substance swimming away inside of her, she was already putting up much less resistance than her blonde-haired companion. \"K-Kitty...\" She whispered back to him, \"Kitty Parade...\" The young girl pulled back away from him, but her movements were slow, and her eyes looked as if they were having trouble focusing on anything. She shifted along the ground until her back hit the wall, and she couldn't move any further. One eye looked over to Emma, who's breathing had changed a little because of the 'goop' that had been rubbed in to her neck. \"Why... why are we here? What are you going to do with us?\" She asked, clearly not listening to the man's rant at Emma a few seconds before."
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"value": "The effect of the drug was hitting Kitty Pride pretty hard, but clearly she had some training fighting against these things because she hadn't become a drooling mess yet, she was just a little off. These X-Men were tough nuts, and Catalyst wouldn't have it any other way. He placed his hand on Kitty's shoulder with some oils that would cause her body temperature to rise and turned to look at Emma while he held his hand there, waiting for it to sink in. She was breathing hard and pulling against her chains feebly. He didn't need to be a telepath to see past the tough-as-nails look on her face and know that she was afraid. Without her powers, she was just a haughty woman in stripper-wear.\n\"Don't worry Kitty Pride, I'm here to make you feel much, much better,\" Catalyst explained softly before he placed a kiss on her forehead, his saliva being more of that ecstasy-like chemical. \"Now, just sit back, relax, and wait while I tend to Miss Frost for a moment, alright?\"\nLeaving Kitty alone now, Catalyst walked over to Emma and immediately shot out a barrage of liquid from his hand that covered her and soaked her in a matter of seconds. The liquid served to shrink her clothing and make her already revealing outfit all the more tight and uncomfortable. Oh, and it had just a touch more of that aphrodisiac substance too, just for good measure.\n\"Would you like to place a little wager Miss Frost? Prove your captor how wrong he is about you?\" he asked in a leading tone."
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"value": "\"Mmm-hmm...\" Moaned Kitty, who had closed her eyes by this point and was enjoying the sensation she was currently feeling. What ever it was, she didn't seem to question that she was starting to relax and no longer was she afraid of this strange man or the surroundings they found themselves in. Her hands didn't tug at the chain, and she didn't even seem to attempt to use her powers again. The young mutant just smiled, and did as she was told.\nEmma was mentally fighting the effects of the substance that had infiltrated her system. She knew that she wasn't a slut, that she wasn't going to lay down and accept what he was doing. But at the same time, her body was giving in, betraying her to this... young man. When the liquid came at her, she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, groaning as her clothes began to shrink. People would have whispered under their breath that it was probably impossible for Emma to wear tighter and more revealing clothes, but here she was. Chained up and getting closer to becoming naked.\n\"You... are wrong.\" She said, having a much harder time concentrating as she became more and more turned on. This was him, he was making her feel this way, she couldn't let him win. \"I bet you... haven't even... slept with a woman before... is this the only way... you can do it?\" She tried to smile, but her lips wouldn't budge except for her words. Her hand suddenly descended to between her legs."
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"value": "Catalyst smiled as he watched Emma struggle to even find a little fighting spirit. This was his favorite part, the part where their strength slipped away, and they realized there was nothing they could do against his power. It wasn't mind control or hypnotism, those were things that were done to you and you could try and fight them. This was practically hormone control, turning the person's body against them, their only weapon in the battle for control, and they lost it and had it turn against them.\nKitty wasn't quite lost the way he wanted, but she was a fun little experiment too. The things Emma was experiencing, Catalyst had tried on other women, multiple times, so it was a routine that was well practiced, well-oiled. He was trying something new with Kitty, and she seemed to enjoy it, laying there drooling like an idiot.\nWhen Emma began to reach down and touch herself, Catalyst immediately shot out a stream of liquid like a whip to hit her arm turning it numb and unable to move.\n\"Nuh-uh Ms. Frost... that would be unfair... no starting without me, you little cheater,\" Catalyst said like he was chastising a little school girl, even following up by leaning over her rubbing her head like she was a child. \"You're right about me Ms. Frost, I am kind of pathetic, and this is the only way I've ever had sex with a woman...\"\nAt that moment, Catalyst reached down and tugged on Emma's left breast, easily tearing the too tight material and rubbed an acidic, burning-like substance that had an extremely high, fast-acting, but short-lasting dose of the aphrodisiac, right it into her nipple, even getting a tiny bit to sink into the crease where milk would come out if she were lactating.\n\"But I've been told its way better than 'normal sex'\" Catalyst said in finger quotes as he now looked into Emma's tortured face. \"So, if I'm pathetic, with your dirty slut for brains, you must just be cum-dumpster.\"\nCatalyst now just looked at her face, into her eyes, trying to hold her determined stare while the aphrodisiac attacked her system for a minute or so be fore wearing off."
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"value": "It was difficult to say when humans had come about. When the deities of the universe were born from the void, the humans were already present, aimlessly roaming the earth. Despite being far more ancient than the gods themselves, the humans were powerless. They held no power or control over others, much less themselves. Marveled by this strange paradox, the deities looked down upon the humans and enacted tragedies upon them. Some had sent floods to wash them away, while others sent monsters to consume the humans. Yet, no matter how much they toyed with the humans, they would not feel pain. They would simply continue existing for as long as the gods allowed them to, serving as empty puppets for the gods' eternal show.\nAmong the deities was a young goddess named Metro. Metro was not fond of mankind. Such a simple-minded species did not deserve to exist. So, Metro began to purge the humans, granting them the curse of death. Yet when humans finally began to die, something strange happened to them. They began to... feel. As the gods enacted tragedies upon the humans, they began to act in strange ways that they could no longer predict. They began to resist the gods' plays, and mourn for the death of other humans. The gods, enraged that they could no longer contain these humans, banished Metro into the afterlife with the humans. In her dying moments, Metro shattered her heart into four pieces, called crystals, and gifted it to mankind to protect themselves from the other deities. As her corpse laid decaying in darkness, she would weakly call the souls of dying humans and welcome them into the afterlife.\nTen thousand years later---\nA lone speck in the night sky glittered like gold, casting down upon the forsaken people. The Kingdom of Lucas was no more than a single city, but a grand city nonetheless. It was called Insomnia, the City that Never Sleeps.\n\"Sing,\" A voice called out.\n\"Sing,\" It repeated.\n\"Sing!\"\nThe black-haired male slowly opened his eyes, glancing through his black strands of hair. He was in the backseat of a luxurious car that was driving towards the capital building of Lucas. The male folded his arms and glanced outside the window. Among the skyscrapers were large armadas of airships sailing through the skies. They all were headed to the same place that he was.\n\"Our esteemed guests from William are here?\" The black-haired male asked, looking back over the driver.\n\"Ah, you're finally up, Sing. William has made the terms of peace quite clear. With it, we'll finally be free to open our borders once more.\" The driver said in a low voice.\n\"You don't sound to sure of yourself.\" Sing glanced out the window once more. He raised one leg and rested the ankle on his other knee. \"The peace treaty is too generous. We've fought a losing war, and William only asks for a small sum of gold. They don't want anything - my father's death, the crystal, nor the city.\" Sing pursed his lips, as if trying to make out what the evil empire was planning. Was it really okay to surrender to them?\nOne hour later---\nA formal ball was held on the skyscraper across from the capital building. There, fancy-dressed nobles sipped their cocktails and shared stories. Nobles from all over the world were attending the ball in order to witness this historic event. Simply by glancing through the glass windows, they would be able to see the platform that the King of Lucas and the Emperor of William would use to sign the peace treaty. While many nobles tried to approach Sing to gain his favor, he mostly kept to himself. Instead, the black-haired male found himself glancing out the window, looking uneasily at the shimmer of gold light from the sky.\n\"What are you staring at, Prince Sing?\" A nobleman asked, glancing at the sky and noticing nothing strange in particular.\n\"Do you see it?\" Sing asked.\n\"See what?\" The nobleman inquired.\nThe black-haired male walked away from the nobleman, leaving him rather confused by the Prince's quirky attitude."
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"value": "It was the first time the future Oracle had left the country since her memories could serve her. According to her father they used to pay visits to the royal family of Lucas quite often, however, that was long ago. As rose colored eyes peered down at the city of Insomnia, little glimmers of memories could be seen entering her mind, but quickly faded. Lily was but a small child when her family surrendered their kingdom to the William empire through the false hope of an alliance, and per their treaty, General was to cease allegiance to Lucas. However, the tension would not be as thick as either nation's had with William. As far as the citizen's and outside countries were concerned, General was as good as gone.\nIt was the most prestigious event to make headlines in decades. Outside surrounding the capitol building were crowds of common folk and the media hoping to catch a glimpse of royal families from each nation accompanied by a crowd of witnesses made up of diplomats and nobility. Amongst them was Lily NOX Fleet, the princess of General, future Oracle, and rumored soon to be fiancé to the heir of the William empire. If it were up to her, thatrumorwould be nothing but that. A rumor.\nThe walk-up to the building was one of a sensory overload. Lights flashing before her eyes, and flocks of journalists bombarding the velveteen rope that kept them away from the royal families. Incoherent words were shouted at her and her family only to quickly turn their attention over to other famous passersby. Soldiers from both the Lucian and William army lined the red carpet, ready should anyone try anything.\nOnce inside, there was a sudden change in tone. The heavy doors silenced the outsiders. A small orchestra played soft melodies and brightened the mood in the room. A grand chandelier delicately lit the entire place, leaving a pattern of twinkles on the ceiling and marble floor below it. The men were dressed in their standard tuxedos proudly accented with colors of their nation, and the women graced the floor in elegant gowns. The princess of General turned heads as she graced the floor in a soft blue gown that hugged her feminine form. Her ash brown hair laid over her shoulder in soft waves. Many would say Lily was a sight to behold, but rumor had it that she had inherited her mother's bold tongue which was most unfavorable to prospective suitors.\n\"Oh my, what a lovely dress, who is it?\" some woman inquired as she approached the young woman. Her gaze turned in the woman's direction... it was a lady she did not recognize. Did she not have the decency to at least introduce herself first? Every single event, all evening, that was all people asked her... trivial questions about her appearance, gossip, and intrigue. Such was the life of a princess.\n\"Who? I'm not wearing anyone. I may be a princess but what kind of monster makes a gown out of a person? And I certainly do not feel such an attachment to material items that I feel a need tonamethem...,\" she teased with a smirk before wandering off. Here she was, the future Oracle, a highly educated woman, a woman being sold to the William empire, a future queen, and all they wanted to know was who made her dress. Was anyone around here worth talking to?"
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"value": "Sing could hear the sound of quiet conversation quickly transform into gossip. Women spoke with delighted tones, while men chuckled in the background. The black-haired male turned over and caught sight of a beautiful girl. Her lovely brunette hair flowed perfectly, with some strands hugging the front of her shoulders. Her blue gown was simple in comparison to the other nobles, yet somehow much more elegant. He could feel his cheeks begin to warm, and his limbs tingle slightly from the colder air. Yet when Sing caught himself gawking over the girl, he immediately peeled his eyes away and told himself, she's probably just another noble of the William Empire. He slipped his hands into his dress pants and walked towards a large painting hung against one of the walls which depicted Metro. Metro, the Goddess of Death, was worshiped regularly in Insomnia. Just behind the portrait was the ray of light being cast down from the night sky. The golden lights, shimmering in the sky, was always there. Sometimes, the light would speak to Sing if he looked at it long enough.\n\"... Who are you?\" A voice called out to him. The male pursed his lips. No matter how many times he answered it, the voice would always ask him the same question. Rather than humor the voice, Sing turned his back to the ray of light.\n\"I could be asking you the same thing.\" He replied.\nThe young prince spotted the same brunette beauty, who was garnering a small crowd around her. After a series of compliments, the girl immediately lashed back at the nobles with sarcasm. Why, who would wear a human being? What body part could even be used to make a wonderful dress such as hers? He smiled, just slightly, at her comment. She quickly dispelled the crowd and was headed in his direction. She looked frustrated.\nSing stepped towards the brunette as she walked in his direction, before continuing to walk with her alongside the outer edge of the ball. \"You've got quite the tongue... Smart mouthing those nobles and all.\" Sing did his best to look barely interested in keeping his eye contact away from hers. His eyes gazed blankly at the glass walls. \"It's rare to find someone so bitter at a celebratory event. You're one of the NOX Fleet kids, right?\" He turned his head over to her.\n\"Sing Lucas Callum, Prince, and upcoming one-hundred fourteenth king of Lucas, at your humble service.\" He said in a playful tone, before bowing at her."
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"value": "A brow cocked at the first sound of his voice. Here to make snide remarks, was he? Bitter. She wasn't bitter. Well, maybe a little. But she was mostly bored. No one was interested in the princess of General's presence. At this point she was nothing more than a bargain; The throne belonged to her brother. With a hand on her hip, Lily decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt and listen to him as he engaged her. There was something different about him. Lily hadn't seen him earlier on in the evening. Now that she was looking at him, he did look familiar.\nHer eyes widened at the mention of his name, and her jaw laid slightly agape. So that's who he was: Prince Sing. With a soft smile, Lily gave him a nod and a gracious bow.\n\"I almost didn't recognize you,\" she confessed, \"Perhaps you don't recall having ever met me. I do remember meeting you a few times when we were children. You uh, were obviously smaller, as was I.\"\nHer eyes scanned him from head to toe. Sing was dressed rather sharply, to be expected for royalty. Good genes as the royalty of this world tended to have left him with quite the handsome looks.\n\"To be honest, the media doesn't do you justice,\" she added with a chuckle, \"I've seen you featured on television. But seeing you in person finally after all these years... I still mistook you for a complete stranger.\""
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"value": "Unlike Lily, Sing had almost no recollection of his apparent childhood friend. The black-haired male pursed his lips, tightening the grip on his crossed arms. \"Forgive me for not recalling you. There has been a lot on my mind, being the next-in-line to combat Nifelhiem. I'm sure I've repressed a lot of memories. Like the time when I stopped a solar eclipse, or the time when I slew a behemoth with my feet. Or, like when I met you.\" Sing joked humorously, gently pressing two fingers against the side of his head and forming his hand into a gun. The Prince was cautious not to be overly hostile to the people of the Empire. Sure, General maintained some of its autonomy, but Lucas education had painted most of the map as belonging to the Empire's rule. Especially after hearing about the King of General's compliance to the Empire, it was hard to see them as a separate people. In this way, Sing was already suspicious of the beautiful girl. But, he couldn't let her know that. If she was acting all in an attempt to befriend him, then he would do the same to her. It was the entire peace treaty with the Empire that just didn't sit right to him. Why would the Empire decide on a treaty after being on the brink of victory?\n\"I could say the same about you, Lily NOX Fleet. I'm sure I would've remembered such a charming girl. It's a shame we've been enemies for all these years. I might've actually considered storing you.\" Oh, what a silly concept that was. A prince, a king-to-be, serving as a simple suitor for the princess of General.\nQuiet music came on in the background. The sound of a female voice came on, singing in an ancient language, Latin, while powerful tunes would send shivers down the spines of those who had yet to hear of Lucian music. The handsome prince extended his hand out towards her, slightly tilting his head. His hair gently swayed just barely in his eyes. \"Care for a dance? I do hope to sway you towards the appeal of the Lucian men.\" He lightly chuckled.\nAs he came closer to the girl, she would see his crystal blue eyes grow brilliantly, lighting up the darkness of the city. \"What do you think of this peace, Lily? Do you think that we'll finally restore order to the world? That humans will no longer have to fight over the crystal?\" He sounded casual, and almost interested in her opinion, but in truth, he was judging her. He wanted to know how little he could trust her, and how close she was to the Empire's philosophy.\nIn the background, hidden in the veil of heavy clouds, was a large armada of flying airships. These large airships, large and bulky, approached the tall skyscrapers without being detected. With no barrier in place, it was clear from the looks of it - whoever owned these airships was not looking for any sort of peace."
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"value": "The speakers were blasting. The lights were flashing. The party was on at the Oriental Clubhouse - the biggest dance club in the heart of downtown Coruscate and flourishing in business. It was the most popular among youth and young people, and was owned by the most rich and controversial man to hit the papers. His name was Dani Often. Not only did he own 14 different clubs, but he was also rumored to head the Rogue Mafia. They dealt a numerous amount of drugs, illegal alcoholic fluids, plasma weapons, and just about anything that you can't find at your local shop-mart. The mafia was run by a group of criminals; all of which mixing from different species and political stances. There had been sayings of Sith and even Jedi being part of the underground market. This was the rumor my mission revolved around. Finding out who is part of the Rogues, and to find out how to stop them. The problem was not only with the black market, but with the attacks and deaths that came with the risky business. There had been a line of strange deaths that seemed suspicious yet still linked somehow to the Rogue Mafia. It was a strange case for a newly Jedi Knight to receive, but the mafia had become a growing problem that needed to be stopped. And I was prepared to go to extreme cases to have that happen.\nThe best way to get inside information... is to get inside. And that's exactly what I did. Having a rather sexist advantages as a tall, attractive Two'Led; getting a job as an exotic dancer was almost too easy. Who doesn't want to see a leggy green alien dance in a cage with barely any clothes? It was a big seller and brought in more money. Although I was a Two'Led, I wasn't the only dancer there of that species. There were two other girls. One name Tammi, and the other Jules. Jules was a human hybrid and Tammi was full, like I. But Tammi had a pale blue skin, barely noticeable against the gleaming club lights. But my skin; my dark green, stuck out like a sore thumb. As soon as I was hired, but the first night, I had a huge pile of males crowding around my cage to watch me. I couldn't say it was a boring job, but things hadn't changed over the years... it was definitely and degrading one. I was barely dressed. Carrying a black leather corset, lace underwear, and fishnet on my arms and legs. My cage was suspended near the center of the club; rimming the line between dance floor and bar tables. This brought customers of both sides. In order to make money, I was trained to press my body up against the cage bars to encourage males to stuff money in my underwear. It was terribly disrespectful, but it's what I had to do.\nUntil I was at my last straw. I had been dancing for a little over 6 weeks and the information I had achieved was minimal. It was another popular Saturday at Oriental. Booming with customers. There had to be at least 400 people in the club. But a group of men were drunk and reckless, and too enticed with my body than to even double think what they were about to do. They wanted me. They started to grab me, as if to try and pry me out of the bars. The situation, with much struggle, escalated to the point where I was being swung in the cage from the ceiling. From tension on the chains, they snapped, and I fell to the ground. The cage snapped open, and I was harassed from the outside in. Fighting for my body, I had knocked several men to the ground. A woman called over to be from the behind the bar and tossed me a black cylinder. I opened my hand and as soon as it touched my palm, the green lightsaber exploded from the handle. My position was hostile. My expression like that of an angered wolf as I stare at the men who had attempted to violate me. They stood back, clearly mortified of the situation. Dani had burst through the doors, having conveniently been present that night. Seeing the means of my title, his eyes were wide, and he was confused. A Jedi! He called out, A liar. He growled, but soon realized the context. A spy, you are. I scary, intimidating grin came to his face. A group of armed guards came flooding for me. I was in trouble now. This had turned into a night gone wrong."
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"value": "From all sides they came at her, Dani's goons and hired thugs. Slowly but surely they started to corner her as the establishment emptied in a rush. The Two'Led deflected some blaster bolts fired at her and dispatched a zebra that had come too close with a fibroblast. Some of the men backed off only to close in again when Dani shouted to have at her. \"Knock her out!\" They could ill afford intervention from the Jedi Council. This would have to be resolved by the man running the operation for whom Dani Often only was a puppet off.\nThen a large man, clearly a hybrid, aimed his rifle at her and shot of a dart containing chemicals; the kind one finds in death sticks of which the gang sold a humongous amount of in the Coruscate Undercity. It hit the green scantily clad Two'Led between the shoulder blades. After a short while her reactions slowed and the force attacks she had used lost their potency. The hybrid shot her again with a second dart. She threw her saber at him, penetrating his chest. The blade stuck out his back as he collapsed to the floor. But the damage had already been done...\nShe sunk to her knees and let her arms drop to the floor. The drugs began having the desired effect and the other thugs slowly approached as he lost consciousness.\n\"Dose her again! I don't want her waking up in the middle of a skyline.\" Dani ordered and she was given a death-stick. Her being a Jedi would warrant her for an overdose. Another man collected the saber still protruding the chest of the hybrid and handed it over to Mr. Often. The Two'Led dancer/Jedi was put in a hover car and flown over to a derelict skyscraper a few clicks out. This would be where she would be taken care off... Two men carried her off to an elevated and took her up to the renovated penthouse. Dani noticed them looking at her seductive green skin. Such a shame, he thought while they entered the penthouse.\nA tall man stood with his hands on his back, looking out over Coruscate's skyline. Lights illuminating the night of the city planet. He was wearing long black robes laced with red fabric. His hair was being held together and over his face ran five white tattoos, like war paint. However, he was still handsome and looked somewhat ruthless.\n\"What is this you bring me Dani...?\" His voice was raspy, but pleasant to listen to. The man turned around to look at Often. He had sickly yellow eyes that seemed to pulsate with a fire from within.\n\"There's been an incident at the club, caused by this...\" he gestured at the unconscious Jedi, \"Two'Led. She's one of the Jedi.\"\nCrash, the man in black and red, nodded his head. \"That is unacceptable Dani. You screwed up.\"\nDani Often's face went white and he swallowed hard. The goons were sent away.\n\"But I won't kill you, not yet anyway. Get her in the shackles,\" he ordered.\nThe restraints were of an electrical and magnetic nature and would keep the Two'Led's hand behind her smooth back. Crash let his eyes wander over her body while she was out. She was an exceptional attractive specimen of her kind. Shame she was one of those filthy Jedi lapdogs... He pondered the issue, perhaps he could turn her, it would be a damned shame to kill her.\n\"Get out, Dani,\" he said once the shackles were secure.\nThe Sith reached out with the force and eased her mind so she would slowly come to. He was curious about the following conversation and if she'd prove susceptible to the dark side."
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"value": "Being a Sentinel Jedi Knight, watching the men come straight for me pulled me in two crucial directions. One; use my lightsaber to slash off their limbs and take their life. Or two; to put away the lightsaber and fend them off with just my martial arts, enough to escape without harming anyone. I wanted to free the lives of the guards the most, so I went with my moral instinct and shut off the lightsaber. When the attacked, I was there and ready to defend. Crotch-kicking, knee-cap breaking, punches, and plain old nerve-manipulation but none of that mattered, because my biggest threat was an across the room, and before I realized the dart gun pointed straight for me. My lightsaber had parted from my fingers, lit, hot and ready to burn. Right through the chest; right on target, but it was too late. The trigger had been pulled, and the dart flew at me at too high of speeds for me to react in time. I was struck. I immediately grasped my back, but I stood no chance against the powerful drug. Furthermore, I was down, and I was out. Total blackness.\nHaving lost consciousness, it wasn't either long before I was regaining my mind. My eyes were open when I was brought into the room, but my body was limp, and I was silent. That's because I was tripping literally. No matter where I looked, I could see flashes of colors as if my eyes have turned into heat vision. My head was too heavy for my neck so it rolled on my shoulders as if I was dazed and confused ... which is exactly what I was. I tried to talk, but my mouth only opened and a slur of words came out. After trying a few more times; Ba's...DEI... I cleared my throat, trying my hardest to stay focused on one thing, which was currently a tall, blurred, colorful image or a man. Whom I presumed was Dani. But in the midst of blurring my words, I had fixed the line between colors and reality and realized that Dani was next to me, and whoever was in front of me was the leader. Dani was not the leader. Bastard! My words finally blasting from my lips. My eyes were moving less back and forth now as the image of a cloaked Sith came to my brain. I had to stare at it to properly process it. Shhh... I swallowed, Shiite.\nI knew I had gotten myself in trouble. So much trouble that I was no longer sure I would be able to get out. I was not armed, I had no idea where I was, where my weapons were, or even who or what was in front of me. I knew I was drugged, and by the effects I was experiencing I had a feeling it was the Death Stick. Now, my life is shortened, but it wouldn't really matter since I would probably be dead by the end of the dead. Suddenly, the tension I had previously felt on my arms was eased, and I dropped roughly to the floor. The presence of other people eased, and I had the gut feeling that we were now alone. Molesting the floor for a few moments to gain a certain stance; I felt a light sense of relaxation. A sense of euphoria that was both unexpected and unwanted. Pulling myself to my hands and knees, I looked up to the man in front of me, to you, and gazed upon the being that was head of crime in Coruscate. Which are you? It was a pathetic first question, but I was so drugged and confused, I had to ask."
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"value": "The green Two'led fell to the ground before Crash, struggling with her limbs and leak. On all fours the green female looked up at the Sith. Yes, this was a good stance, groveling before Crash, he thought. It had amused him to see her numb and regaining a bit of functionality. The death-stick and drug dosage she had been administered would prove sufficient to weaken her bond with the force until it was just a thin thread, barely sensible by her. In case the Two'led would display signs of being reconnected to the force, Crash had access to several more death-sticks.\nHe peered into her being, caressing her drugged mind to make her feel at ease and... content. She was far less powerful than he was in the force, but perhaps she was extremely skilled with a lightsaber. Crash grinned at her question.\n\"They call me the puppeteer,\" he said. \"But you may call me Lord Crash and perhaps in due time something else, sweet pet.\" Crash chuckled as he poured in a glass of Orwellian brandy. Inconspicuously he created a tiny force bond between the two of them so he would be alerted of her attempting to attack him. Furthermore, it would provide him with certain insights of her thoughts and perhaps would enable him to pose his own will on the green Two'Led.\nAlmost distracted he stroked her head, as if that would enhance the force manipulation. He walked over to a divan and graciously sat down in it. Tossing his one leg over the other he watched the alluring alien with great interest and a hint of appreciation. Appreciation of the fine built of her body and deep color of her skin. Sith were creatures of passion, and Crash was known to be rather passionate. \"And what shall I call you, Jedi?\" He feigned friendliness, simply because he could afford so. The Two'led's shackles were undone for now, but with just a turn of a switch they could be reactivated.\nCrash had already made his mind up on how he would proceed: first he would extract valuable information from this Jedi spy, then he would try to persuade this delicious creature to join him in the decadence and ruthlessness that was the dark side by coercion, desire and seduction. If that method proved... insufficient, Crash would have no choice to bring to bare his mastery of the dark side arts and torture the Two'led until her resistance would be broken, and she'd become his personal... pet? Slave?"
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"value": "Grace Talbot debated returning to Hogwarts at all. She didn't care if she got her full education, not after the Battle. The young woman, with a waif-like build and wispy blonde hair, had essentially been forced on to the platform against her will by insistent, but equally nervous parents. She'd seen it in almost everyone's eyes, from the new first years to those coming back because their final year had been interrupted. Everyone knew about what had happened, and those who lived through it found the thought of returning to be dreadful.\nThey had to start somewhere, though. Voldemort was dead, Shape and the Arrows gone. Everyone who had made the previous year oppressive and torturous was gone. So why could no one forget?\nFacing death and walking away from it definitely was a factor for that.\nShe was reluctant as she crossed through to the platform, as she got on to the train. The only good thing about making her way in to the tainted castle was that she would be able to catch up with several others who she had kept close - and perhaps, if she was lucky, she would lay eyes on the reason she was still alive for the first time since the battle raged on.\nMaybe that was why she wandered the aisle of the train after it started moving, unnerved and slightly pacing. Her dark green eyes scanned each car, and maybe it was fate that she froze in her tracks when she did, watching the surroundings through a window of a car that only held one. Just a moment later the lone occupant turned his head, just slightly, and Grace was struck with a sudden nervousness. It was him-quicker than she could even think about it, she had pulled the door to the mostly-empty car open.\n\"I recognize you,\" the young woman spoke, leaning against the opened door frame to eye the man that waited alone in the car, focused intensely on whatever may be passing out the window. Grace didn't need to get a good look at the man's face to recognize him perhaps that was abnormal, but there was no way she could avoid remembering that familiar mop of hair and unforgettable profile.\nShe originally had no more to say, but within a moment she realized that he may not have recognized her in turn. She shook her head, obviously frustrated with herself, and then elaborated. \"You helped me. I had a Death Eater about to kill me and you distracted them. Because of you I was able to run. You saved my life.\""
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"value": "Miles Aloof was always torn between the choice of joining Voldemort cohorts like many of the purebloods in Slytherin. His father and mother constantly berated him saying he was \"half\" the wizard that they were because he had never joined them in meeting with the dark lord himself so when he decided to fight on the other side they had a normal reaction and nearly killed him. Miles was a very fit student though had a well-toned body, but at the same time was obviously thin, his hair was very curly nearly engulfing his head in the blonde mess that it created.\nAfter the fight ended though he had found out about how his parents met their demise at the hands of muggle-born people a fate no pureblood should have to face, but one they had. So now he was alone and attending his final year at Hogwarts, but had at the very least inherited a vast fortune from his family, but at what cost to him?\nQuickly wishing through the wall as he had done every year he was once again in awe looking around the grand train station that never ceased to amaze him. Quickly ducking inside the train he looked around the cars with his light blue eyes making sure no one could recognize him since he would be ridiculed mercilessly for even having any ties to Slytherin, even though he had chosen the right side and even fought off multiple Death Eaters he would find no haven with his fellow students. Closing the door with a slam he peered off into the distance quickly scouting into the corner as he watched the scenery pass him by the train making a \"click, click\" sound as it made haste towards Hogwarts.\nRight as he was dozing off though, a petite woman who appeared to be wearing a Ravenclaw uniform who had a cute hairstyle said she recognized him? \"Um, you recognize me? I'm sorry, but I don't quite remember you...\" Will, could not recognize this mystery woman he would have remembered meeting someone as cute as her right?\n\"Oh! I remember you now. Yeah, that was really intense I'm sorry you had to under their attacks for so long before I got to you... You were barely breathing once I got them off you...\" Once she told him about the Death Eaters he remembered the moment so vividly like it had just happened a day ago even though it was nearly a year ago. \"Well, at least that's in the past right?\" Will chuckled a little trying to make a joke to relieve the tension. \"So, to whom do I owe the honor of saving?\""
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"value": "Grace was no stranger to coming off strangely; obviously, this man had no idea who she was. Luckily, he seemed to remember her after she explained who she was. Man, that could have been quite awkward.\n\"Uh, I'm Grace - Talbot,\" she replied with a soft, sweet smile on her full pink lips as she took a step in to the nearly empty cabin. She kept her distance, never one to invade anyone's personal space, but after she had cleared the entryway she grabbed at the door and then glanced to it before back to the curly-haired blond in front of her.\n\"Miles, right? I think I've seen you around before, though just in passing.\" They had never met each other in person, their sole interaction being the night that he saved her from the brink of death, but Grace knew about him in passing. He was a Slytherin, though his uniform made that obvious, and the son of a well-known pureblood family. It was likely that would be held against him by many others, but Grace had seen the good in him.\n\"Can I. Can I sit here? It's okay if you would prefer I didn't just...\" She asked, a soft-spoken request to enter the car and close the door behind her. Perhaps he was alone on purpose and wouldn't want to be bothered, but having come face to face with him the young woman had little desire to walk away. She had never properly had the chance to thank him and though being reminded of what had happened was rather unnerving, Grace figured it worth the hint of anxiety to be able to at least acknowledge him."
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"value": "Grace came off to Miles as the type of cheerful woman who would be in Gryffindor even though she'd been placed in Ravenclaw. Still, she seemed to have a good heart I mean she hadn't even mentioned the fact of him being a Slytherin yet.\n\"Nice, to um... meet you, Grace... Well at least formally...\" Miles tried to pay attention to the petite girl, but for some reason he couldn't, he just could only think about what his parents must have thought of him. All this war nonsense had terrorized him, but he had at least made the right decision in aiding Hogwarts right?\"\n\"Yeah, that my name. I think we might have been in a class before.\" Then it hit him the two had once sat next to each other at a Quidditch match. Even though they hadn't talked, and they were both engrossed in conversations with their friends he could hardly forget such a beautiful smile as hers.\n\"No, no, no, you can sit here. You seem like a nice person, and I'd love to have some company... I doubt anyone else would be willing to sit next to a traitor he-he.\" Miles said as he tried to make a spin on the whole Slytherin being treated as traitors fab. Even, though Miles had saved her he didn't want that to be the whole sole reason for the two hanging out or even possibly becoming friends."
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"value": "Grace knew that someone's house meant very little - all anyone inherently had in common with any other member of their house was one or two traits. Ravenclaw's were everything from the serious, studious type to those with their heads in the clouds - clever and creative but a little bit airy. She personally fell in the middle of the spectrum - with the creativity and intuition, as well as the initiative to make something out of her own desires. She was not about to judge a man simply for a box that he had been pushed in to, especially not when he was the reason that she was still standing. The scars of that fight would dig deep, but she would rather see scars than nothing at all.\nThe blonde took his affirmation at face value and took a spot on one of the seats, sitting opposite him so that they were face to face. While she could tell that he had been making a joke, the self-deprecation in his tone made her wonder: did he truly believe that he was somehow a traitor? And if so was that based on what he believed others thought of him, whether that was true or not, or directed towards his own house and feeling like he had somehow been on the wrong side?\nGrace didn't humor that and instead leaned in slightly towards him, displaying an interest that was based on a mixture of her love of observing the human psyche as well as personal connection rather than simply because she thought that sheath. \"Do you really think that you're a traitor?\""
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"value": "Miles had always been a little different from your average Slytherin. He, had always felt a certain kinship with the Ravenclaw standards since he was more of a studious type who was loyal, but with his everyone in his family being Slytherin prefects, he had to go along and think thoughts of ambition, cunning, and resourcefulness right? Still, even with this, he could hardly believe someone from Ravenclaw of all the houses was willing to fraternize with him during such a soar time.\nPeering over at her, he motioned for her to take a seat since she seemed to be getting tired of standing all day. Even though he had obviously been joking she didn't even so much as chuckle she seemed to have taken him seriously. Thoughts wandered through his mind thinking of all the reason that she had taken him seriously was it his tone, the way he had motioned, or maybe she just didn't like him. But, his thoughts were affirmed by something that caught him off guard whether not he truly believed what he was saying...\nPushing back a little into the seat Miles looked around anxiously he'd never had someone be so intrigued by such an off comment before and someone he had just met at that. \"Umm, I-I don't know... Don't you think that's a little personal?\" Miles paused for a moment he was just looking for excuses at this point to not answer the obvious. \"Y-yeah... I guess you're right, but why are you so interested?\""
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"value": "Oh.\nBoundaries - those were a thing that some people had. There were times when Grace didn't realize she was getting too personal, but it was a desire of hers to know the intimate details of people. Perhaps holding off on asking things like would have been the better call, but it wads a little too late for that now. It seemed that she had already crossed a line without meaning to, but hopefully it was one that she could return from with a littlepropercare. She knew she could be pushy at times and obviously that had come out here, so it seemed like some damage control (or at least a good apology) was in order.\n\"You're right.\" She leaned back away from Miles, hoping to seem less like she was trying to get in his face. The curious look in her eyes turned to something softer, more careful, and the blonde gently held her hands together in her lap. \"I'm sorry, I don't mean to come off as nosy. I just think you did a perfect thing - not even with just saving me. I think you were on the right side of the battle and a lot of people would agree. It's not my business though, I shouldn't have pried.\" Yes, many people were prejudiced against Slytherin purely because, well, they were Slytherin's but anyone who could see past the bias would know that a house did not make a person good or bad."
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"value": "Sure Miles was feeling a little rough on the inside, but that did not mean he didn't want someone to talk to. Grace seemed to genuinely care about his feeling and actually wanted to learn more about him. Even if everyone else out there didn't believe he was truly on their side possibly Grace could be that person for him. \"No, no, no Grace I'm sorry for saying all of that out of nowhere...\" Miles could instantly tell she seemed less interested in his sudden outburst which he definitely didn't know.\n\"I don't know if it was good though. I betrayed my whole family and the majority of my house along with them... I guess I just kind of want someone to talk to.\" Miles said, rustling as hand through his lock hair in an attempt to make the whole thing go away. But, this wasn't something that could just go away this had become a large part of his life and even if he wanted to there was no way he could make it go away. \"It's fine I'm actually quite glad you pried. No one else really seemed to care enough since I'm Slytherin... So, just the fact that you're willing to listen to me is enough.\""
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"value": "Well, Grace liked to believe that she was overall a pleasant person. She was generally friendly and kind, the type to go out of her way to show someone that she cared. While she could definitely have a temper on her when she was upset or someone had peeved her, she was generally the type of person that could be trusted to be honest but still caring.\n\"I doubt you're the only person feeling that way y'know?\" The blonde replied. A lot of bonds had been tested throughout the war. People had done bad things, terriblethings - she'd seen people betray their families and friends for the sake of safety, give up when it seemed like all was about to fail. She'd watched people she cared for turn their backs on her and others for the sake of their own self-preservation. The worst part? She could barely even blame them.\n\"I think... Hope... That maybe now things can start to get better,\" she continued. \"You chose the right side, at least I think so. That's enough to be in my good books. Besides... Maybe things can change now. Maybe not immediately, but everyone got hurt by last year in some way or another. I'd like if maybe that experience can make people realize there should be some change. Let there be good in the world now that the bad has been shaken off.\""
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"value": "To whom it may concern,\nThe demon Andreas is to report to the Incubus Palace at noon tomorrow to receive appointment and orientation to the Order of Temptation, by order of Lady Mórrígan. Failure to present in a punctual and appropriate manner will result in a fine and/or decapitation.\nAndreas read over the appointment letter once again as he neared the gates of the palace. It was a huge, towering structure that seemed to simply radiate hedonism. Even from the gates he could hear moans of ecstasy faint in the distance. Not many got the opportunity to train being an incubus. It wasn't something one applied for, exactly. One was chosen. Andreas didn't have to rack his brain as to why. After all, his aunt was Lady Mórrígan herself. Not that that would spare him from decapitation if he were late, but even demons had family bonds.\nAs he approached the gate, Andreas showed his invitation letter the guards and was greeted by a giggling nude woman no older than seventeen. She seemed human, but could very well have been a golem or a nymph or any other product of the debaucheries witchery that ran rampant within these walls. He was led down the main corridor, taking a few glances at her perfect ass bouncing in front of him as she took him to the throne room. The moaning grew louder as the doors were opened by another pair of guards to reveal nude figures of many shapes and colors writhing about together on the floors, tables, chairs, whatever could be implemented in their wild ballroom dance of passion. So this was to be his home now... Andras couldn't say he wasn't impressed.\nAs he approached the throne, Andreas bowed deeply to his aunt. \"Your loyal neophyte and loving nephew, my lady,\" he introduced himself in his deep, smooth voice. Andreas was a strapping young demon at 19, with smoldering tan skin, long black hair, and a pair of green eyes that could hypnotize an unwary woman. He came from an esteemed family of incur and succubi that prided themselves on their continued line of beautiful and malevolent demons. The genetic lottery was kind to him. Andreas tried to avoid looking at the copious copula tors all around him and focused on Mórrígan. He didn't want her to think he was inexperienced so early in the process."
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"value": "For mere mortals, the voices in the never-ending orgy that is held in the palace of ultimate pleasure would be maddening. A thousand voices from a thousand different throats, some bestial and others almost divine but all are similar in one aspect, they were all screams of lust. In the center of the maelstrom, one figure sat elegantly on a throne made of living demonic bats. She was the epitome of beauty. There is no being, regardless of it's race or origin who would not feel the need to fuck her the second they laid eyes on her flawless form. Mórrígan England, queen of succubi, uncrossed her legs and walked forward to greet her nephew.\n\"Andreas\" She purred seductively while licking her palm. Instantly, her hand snaked down his crotch, grasping the demon's cock and with heavenly skills, jerked him off. \"My, how you've grown.\" The queen said with a chuckle. Indeed, he had a good-sized cock for a demon, and she had no doubt that this cock will serve her kingdom well. With a snap of her free fingers, her throne dispersed into a swarm of dark wings and re-formed as a large comfortable couch behind Andreas. Slowly, the queen guided the boy to sit back and relax, pulling his pants down so she can handle his cock more freely.\n\"It is time for you to walk this path dear boy.\" She whispered close to his ears, eyes locked on the horse cock in her palm. \"To use your... Gifts for our kingdom. It is a path of cunning, seduction and the animalistic sensations that comes with the territory. So. Are you ready?\""
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"value": "Andreas was not a virgin, to be sure. He'd seduced plenty of women, earth and demon alike. Still, when the queen laid hand on his member, he could feel himself hardening and swelling under her touch instantly. What was one to expect from a demons that drove mortal men mad from lust with a single look? He let her push him back onto the couch that had appeared behind him, leaning back and letting out a gentle sigh of pleasure as she stroked his well-endowed cock.\nDemon conventions were much less stringent than others, to be sure. Besides, it was impossible to resist Mórrígan when she picked a target, even just as a plaything. Most demons would kill several times over just to be in his place right now, nephew or not. He let her slide his trousers down and gingerly lifted his hand to run his fingers lightly over her smooth, creamy skin. \"Ready, willing, and able, my lady...\" he murmured back, drawing a sharp breath as her breath tickled his ear and neck."
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"value": "\"I can see that\" She chuckled, leaning forward and pressing her soft breast against his body. The queen would have long pauses in conversation, continuing her hand job. Grasping the younger demon's cock, she pressed her thumb to the underside of his cock head, rubbing it sensually. \"Some will tell you that power is force young Andreas. But I tell you that it is not. It is seduction.corruption.pleasure\" Even her voice was so filled with lust, it leaves no doubt as to what she has in mind. \"You will be one of my trusted hands, going out to the multiverse in search of that which brings us power\" The emerald haired temptress licked Andreas' earlobe as she whispered the word \"Desire\"\nHours and hours the hand job continued, testing his demonic Endurance. \"First you will train. I have found suitable mentors, women of great sexual prowess and appetites, they will make sure that you are worthy of being an Incubus\". Mórrígan tilted his cock upwards, motioning for a busty redheaded human woman to come closer and suckle on his testicles. \"Then, once you complete your first training... I will have your first mission\"\nOnce the redhead is on her knees, servicing the young demon, Mórrígan moved away with a sly grin. \"Report to the chamber of K'vary when you are ready, nephew\" She informed him, walking back to the center of the room where a gigantic demon awaited her. It is a great fiend, one of the most powerful beings of the underworld but for her, it's just a fuckboy and as she pushed it onto it's back, it was clear that the behemoth has no problem letting her have her way. \"NNN GH!... I look forward to hearing your success.\" She said one last time, impaling herself on the demon's inhumanly large member and riding it wildly to the cheers of her court."
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"value": "It was hard to listen to someone while trying so hard not to cum. Andreas wasn't even that keen on hand jobs, but every little touch from her was a shock to his senses. Still, he knew very well that it took endurance to be an incubus, and endurance was what he would show. Andreas just hoped hadn't gotten in TOO far over his head. He shivered as she licked his earlobe and his cock pulsed with need as she teased him. If he didn't know better, he would have pushed her down and had his way with her right now. But no, this was no time to push his boundaries. Mórrígan was a master of pleasure AND pain.\nThe redhead came forward and started licking his balls, sending more chills up his spine. He tilted his head back, letting out a muffled moan as drops of pre-cum were licked up by the red-haired woman. Mórrígan finally walked away, and he let out an inaudible sigh of relief. He could see her out of the corner of his eye as she mounted that giant demon and started bouncing up and down on that gigantic cock. She was going to be a hard one to impress indeed. He focused again on the redhead who worked up and down his own considerable shaft with her tongue and grinned, reaching down to pinch her nipple. Before long his cock throbbed bigger than ever before and released bursts of cum into her mouth. She sat back and swallowed it all, smiling as she did. She looked ready for more and with Andreas's demon vitality, he could easily give it to her, but he did have somewhere to be. They both stood up, and he gave her a good slap on the ass before pulling his trousers back up and finding his way back to the corridor.\nAnother nude concubine led him through the winding halls of the castle to the Chamber of K'vary. He entered to find a large room with a lavish bed equipped with tethers and bindings that were doubtless for bondage play. Andreas took a seat on the edge of the bed and waited, unsure of just who or what would come in to greet him."
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"value": "The Chamber of K'vary was so named for the incubus Lankier Sink K'Vary, a prominent demon who took a living saint, said to have killed a hundred demons, and raped her to submission in this very chambers for five days. It is said that through sheer dominance and finesse, the demon turned the saint from a defiant captive to a woman addicted to cock and would do anything for her new master. The large bed in the center was the place where the legend took place and many demons and demons has found the room irresistible, some would even kidnap heroines and bring them here for the sole purpose of trying to convert them through rape.\n\"An Incubus must be dominant\" A sultry voice came as a woman emerged from the shadows. \"He must be a strong...stronger than his mate\" The woman had blonde hair tied neatly in a bun, her pretty face framed by a glass that gives her a serious mature lady image, a contrast to her leather corset and high heels that clearly marks her as a dominatrix. \"Welcome, young Andreas, to your very first test\"\nAs she walked past the young demon, the human woman brushed his chest with her palm. \"I am your first instructor, my name is Quests, but you will call me. Mistress\" Smoothly, she fondled his cock to get him hard. \"You no doubt know the legend of this chamber, and as a human I will tell you that five days of sex requires incredible stamina, one that marks a man as a true beast, and as you might know.all women wants a man that can go all night\"\nSitting down on the bed, she snapped a finger and little flying servitor imps flew around the room lighting candles, giving it a mysterious ambiance. \"So. Your first ask is to last an entire day inside me.you think you can manage, boy?\""
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"value": "Andreas knew well the legend of K'Vary. According to his mother, K'Vary had been a very good friend of his great-great-grandfather or something of that sort. It felt strange, sitting on the very same bed where countless women had their innocence and virtue stripped from them. In baseball terms, it was like a little leaguer sitting in the Hall of Fame. Any non-demon would feel sick just being in a room so famous for such heinous deeds, but Andreas felt honored. He had made it.\nThe voice of a woman came from the shadows, snapping him out of his thoughts and startling him slightly. Andreas had thought he was alone in the room. A strangely-clad human woman stood before him, dressed in a way that looked to make a man think dirty thoughts while making him afraid to act upon them. Andreas was certain Mórrígan was fond of this one.\nQuests, huh? He felt as if he'd heard that name before. Perhaps not, though. \"It is an honor, Mistress,\" he said in his best formal tone, standing up to offer a cordial bow. She breezed right by him, sending a slight chill down his spine as she ran her fingers across his chest and slid them down to find his member.\nHe turned around to face her on the bed as she explained the task at hand: to last an entire day with her. Andreas had endurance greater than any man, but he could already tell a straight day with her was going to be difficult. She looked as if she knew her way around a cock.\nIn response to her question, he leaned down and kissed her, pushing her back onto the bed. Andreas had no intention of looking weak before this or any other instructor."
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"value": "She was expecting a young inexperienced demon and while Andreas may be just that, a demon is a demon nonetheless. Even if she tried to resist him, her human strength would not be enough. Quests knew that this boy would not be someone she can dominate with strength, no, she needs to use finesse, subtle domination. When the demon pinned her down on the bed, she didn't try to push him away, opting instead to make a preemptive move by sliding her tongue into his mouth, moaning as she genuinely enjoyed the experience of training a young demon who truly knows how to take the initiative. Wrapping her legs around the boy's waist, the blonde woman ground her hips, rubbing his cock through the fabric of her underwear.\n\"Big boy aren't you?\" The lovely mentor whispered with a smirk, like all women, Quests loves a well hung man and this boy is bigger than any human she ever rode. \"Good... I'm going to enjoy fucking you\"\nShe used her leg muscles to roll Andreas on her back, it seems those long shapely pair were not just for show, Quests is a Seed instructor which means she's an elite warrior and not just a pretty face. Swiftly she slid her underwear aside and guided the boy inside her slowly, pure bliss on her face as Andreas stretched her pussy wide. Inch by torturous inch she impaled herself on him, twitching when she feels him reach a depth previously unexplored. \"NIGH... Fuck.one day boy...\" She grunted before moving her hips back and forth, not wanting to move vertically so that his cock stays embedded in its current depth."
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"value": "It was a beautiful sunrise. A few years have past since the three figures saw Sonoma.\nOne was an older man with white hair and kabuki marks on his dace, dressed in red and green. He was walking with a smile on his face. Jamaica was happy to see his students go and come back to the some, both of them having gotten significantly stronger.\nNaruto Suzuki was walking back, big excited smile on his face. The excited 15-year-old was happy to be back home. While he was still wearing predominantly orange, it now had on some black. He learned a lot the past couple of years. Namely perfecting his Justus and techniques, though he actually manages to learn a couple of Wind techniques. He was going back to see all of his old friends and so on.\nMeanwhile, his older brother was also walking alongside him. Diego Hendrix had improved his bloodline limit, combining wind and lightning chakras to make plasma. He developed more techniques from some of the Wind techniques that Naruto learned while also becoming better defensively with it while also improving his close quarters combat. He was a bit chubby, though nowhere near as much as Shoji, and he was now 18, his dark-colored hair matching his brown eyes.\nFurthermore, he had sent one of his cranes to tell Lady Tsunami that they were on their way, however, he also sent it to tell Piñata that Naruto was coming back in order to get the two together"
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"value": "Piñata had just finished training with her father and cousin. She had changed a bit since she was twelve. While her father still did not consider her worthy to be heir to the Huge family he still considered her stronger than he first suggested, and he had agreed to train her when she proved herself against her sister. Training had ended early today because he was going away to a meeting for the clan heads and Nevi was going on a mission. So that left Piñata resting after taking a quick shower. Her long wet hair resting on her shoulders. Letting out a small sigh she ran her fingers through her hair wondering what she should do with her new-found freedom.\nSure she did not mind training, but it was nice to have a bit of a break from the harsh training the Hyung clan provided. KIA a Shine were also on a mission so she could not join them in training. All in all she was on her own for the day, and she decided that the early morning training had been enough for today. It had been well before sunrise she was awoken by Nevi telling her father wanted her in the training ground.\nShe had become even more process with her chakra control and was able to use that to her advantage. Also, she had been training on her own elemental chakra and combining that skill with her gentle fist. So far it was a work in process, but it was coming along nicely in her opinion.\nAs her mind began to wander about a blond headed ninja that she had not since in nearly three years she spotted the Crane flying over head before landing her. Piñata knew those cranes anywhere and a small smile came to her lips as the note confirmed it. A light blush coating her cheeks as she decided what she was doing for the day as she headed for the main gates to greet them when they arrived."
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"value": "Diego smiled as he saw his crane return before dismissing back into their sacred land. The cranes were a reclusive summons, with them being picky with their summoners. Diego was the first in a century to be chosen. He discovered it when he heard from Jamaica how doing the summoning without a contract would allow one to find the best summons for him. One juts later and he ended up in the Sacred Immortal Marsh, the land of the Cranes. After a strong test, Diego became a crane summoner. He has one in particular that takes him to fly.\nDiego was an oddball. His name was identified by a bracelet and was found as a toddler. He forged a bond with Naruto Suzuki and was like the older brother he did not have. Of course, things got more complicated when Diego became a Lenin. His unique bloodline got the attention of the higher-ups, and wanting to see what they could do, assigned him to Hitachi China (he heard Deinze wanted him, but he refused, feeling an unease at the man.) Diego's relationship with Hitachi was complicated. They were close, but also not that close. They would talk philosophy and Diego would pull an occasional prank on the China with Naruto, but things were all right.\nThen Hitachi performed a massacre. Diego knew he did not do it power as he told Leisure. He tried to stop the massacre, and it was perhaps their most intense fight ever. Even with Hitachi training him, Diego was always good at surprises, and he did what he could to get answers out of him. Something happened.\nDiego got hit in the back with a dangerous attack and would fall in a coma for a few years. By the time he awoke, Naruto had completed his Lenin exam and Diego was trying to catch up. He was still a Lenin because of the incident and being comatose. Because of circumstances and upon request, he was on Team 7. However, being older than the others, he commanded respect from them. He would help and advise them on techniques and on teamwork and advice. He helped Leisure begin overcoming his issues, had Sakura move on from her crush when he asked her SOE questions that forced her to re-evaluate herself and more, such as telling Lenten to re-change her approach to combat\nHe would become a Chain thanks to his successful fight against Temary where he managed to beat her despite the disadvantage. He was the only other one besides Hikaru to get promoted. Of course, by that point, Tsunami had arrived and was able to better heal him and later Rock Lee. As such, he spent the next few years training alongside Naruto and Jamaica to get back up to his full power and then some. In fact, he actually got to do the Junín exams during a break. He also convinced Jamaica to let Naruto go to Sun for the Chain exams.\nThey met a lot of strong ninja, and they managed to save FM, the Jinchurki of Seven Tails, from Katsuki by coincidence (which let Naruto meet up with his old friend of Waterfall Village). Naruto, like the others, got promoted to Cunning.\nAnd now they were finally coming home... Diego had chosen to notify one person to greet Naruto... Piñata Huge. He was well aware of her fondness for Naruto, but while it wasn't romantic, Diego saw that it could indeed become it. He decided it would be good to help the two get together. It would balance them out.\n\"I think there's someone there waiting for us,\" Diego commented while Jamaica squinted to see."
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"value": "Piñata had always admired Naruto and his strength to never give up no matter the situation that presented itself to him. She loved that about him. She had always cared for him in such a way. While it was not exactly love she could not deny that she felt something for the boy, and she could not wait to meet him once again.\nWhen Piñata had heard Naruto had been promoted to Chain as well part of her had wished those were the Chain Exams her and her team had participated in as well. However, she had become Chain in the exams before those. When Naruto had left to train she had trained herself hard for a while. Gathering her own strength, first with her team and then with her father and Nevi. Not wanting to be weak and useless. She wanted to surprise Naruto with how strong she had become, when she knew for sure Naruto's strength would far surpass hers.\nThen there was Diego. While she cared for him as well. He was more like a brother figure to her. He seemed to always be there when he needed to be. Almost pushing the two of them to be friends. She could remember back when Diego had fallen into that coma when they were young and how Naruto came crying to her. Worried that he would not make it. They had only just begun talking at that point, and she had been unsure how to react. Piñata had simply wrapped her arms around the crying boy to comfort him.\nPiñata had arrived at the gate moments earlier, activating her Bakunin to see if they were almost there. To her surprise they were only a few minutes away. Blushing lightly she rocked on her heal, part of her wanting to go hide from them, but she simply leaned against a tree to relax a little. Her cheeks had a light dusting of pink, but she also had a smile upon her lips as she deactivated her Bakunin."
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"value": "\"Hey Naruto! Look!\" Diego pointed out. Naruto squinted his eyes for a bit before he beamed. It was Piñata. \"Hey Piñata!\" Naruto exclaimed with a loud voice as he went to see her. It had been a long while since they last saw her. Nearly two years ago, after the Chain Exams in Sun. With Leisure away as part of a secret assignment and as a way to do things a bit different, the teams for the Cunning Exam were done in pairs (Naruto/Sakura, In/Shoji, KIA/Shine, Rock Lee/Nevi & Piñata/Lenten) as part of a way of making things interesting. All 10 of them passed and did well for themselves to say the least. They also met some new friends, which included FM, the Jinchuriki of the Seven-Tails, whom he helped rescue when a nearby crane alerted them to save her.\nIt was one hell of a fight to try and deter Katsuki enough for Jamaica to arrive and chase them off.\n\"What are you doing here?\" Naruto asked her with a smile yet also looking surprised to see her. Diego simply gave a shushing motion to Piñata, signalling to her the whole thing was a surprise for him.\nDiego then began leaping over to the Homage office so he and Jamaica could talk to Lady Tsunami and report everything that had happened and so on."
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"value": "\"Hello Naruto.\" She responded with a smile as he greeted her. Her face had a gentle expression that was full of care and happiness that he had finally returned to the village. When asked why she was there she noticed the Diego was motioning for her to keep it a secret how she knew they were arriving in the village. Running a hand through her hair she shrugged a little. \"I... I was finishing up training...and s-saw your c-chakra signatures coming c-closer and I came to g-great you....\" Which is she had looked in this direction she would have noticed them as they got closer.\nThe Hyung compound was not far from the gates of Sonoma.\nShaking her head from her rather lame excuse she watched as Diego started to head over to the Homage's office. Leaving Naruto and Piñata relatively alone at the moment.\n\"I-I've missed you Naruto.\" Piñata admitted with a small...somewhat shy smile. While they had been friends of sorts she also knew she spent time watching him from afar more often then not before they started to really talk.\nHowever, Piñata could not deny she felt the most comfortable whenever Naruto was around, She felt safe, and felt as though she could be more of herself. It had been a couple of years since they had last seen one another however she felt just as she always had. Nothing had changed with the time that they had been apart. It was comforting."
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"value": "Naruto smiled at seeing Piñata's smile. While he thought of her as a bit strange at her, he always viewed her as cool and always tried to impress her. At the same time, she was one of the few people that Naruto felt he could be more like himself around. She seems to understand him the best, at least when it came to peers (since Diego was older than him after all.) So he was happy to see her. He always felt at ease and such with her.\n\"Oh wow! I bet you must have gotten really strong! I remember when we were at the Chain Exams back in Sun! It was crazy!\" Naruto told her with a big smile on his face as he was recalling the memories they had. \"Oh man! The village must have changed so much! I have to see! But first, Chiral Ramen,\" Naruto told her before he grabbed Piñata's hand and began running inside the village, all while somewhat dragging Piñata to the ramen stand that was his second home.\n\"You're the best, Piñata-chan,\" Naruto told her with a smile, truly appreciative that she was there to greet him back and make him feel welcomed.\nWhile Jamaica was informing Tsunami of the news, Diego was taking some time to look around the village. He would be meeting up with the others tomorrow with Takashi and so on. Apparently, Naruto and Sakura would be testing their mettle against him. Diego smiled at how far Sakura developed. He took an early interest to help with her development, especially as she became a medicine. The exercises were mainly to increase the amount of chakra in her body along with having her learn a few Earth Style techniques, given it was her primary chakra nature. Besides making the basic Earth Wall, Diego had Sakura learn make basic Earth structures, huts almost, both as a form of extra protection, but so she could be able to make makeshift clinics to operate in. Lastly, he had her learn the Rock Gun technique and the Flying Thrown Stones technique so she could fight long range better.\n\"Hey Diego, long time no see,\" Diego heard a familiar voice, and he waved at Hikaru. \"Hey Shiva, on a date I see?\" Diego said with a smirk. Hikaru blushed a bit while the girl next to him giggled. \"Hey Chitosan,\" he said to her with a smile. Diego knew Shi ho as a friendly acquaintance and introduced Hikaru to her in the hopes of giving him an intellectual peer and someone to push him. It seemed to have worked, though her affections for him came first before Shiva's did. She was a very capable Chain, good at analyzing, puzzle-solving and cryptography. He remembered acting as her semi for a bit back when she was a Lenin, namely in teaching her better lunar throwing.\n\"Well kinda yeah. That and I was giving Temary a tour, but she vanished,\" Hikaru said while Shi ho was also looking around. Diego smiled some more. Temary was one of the biggest challenges back in the Chain Exams years ago, and he found her to be an attractive and capable Munich. So seeing her again would be fun. \"What a drag. Maybe you can find her,\" Hikaru noted."
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"value": "Ana sighed softly as she watched the party goers within the room. People were jovial and eating as much as their bellies could hold, then of course taking the little shooters that would make them throw up so they could start eating again. Granted in the first two of these parties she had attended she had done the same. She had been enthralled with the perks of being a victor. Soon it started to wear on her though. She had watched eight children from her district die in the games, despite her best efforts to mentor them. Her mother, though receiving the best treatment money could buy, was withdrawn and quiet these days. Ana thought she may have even preferred her when she was high on Merlin. These parties? They were a celebration of twenty-three children dying in the games. She, however, was as always forced to keep up appearances. She was a popular past victor, her story probably was what made her survive the games. The capitols loved a good tragedy and Ana was in almost every sense of the word, Tragic. Her story had captivated the capital, or at least that's what her mentor had said when she returned. Ana certainly had plenty of help during the games. She got three parachutes, on that had a tracker jacket anti venom when she'd been stung. Another with a much-needed set of knives the third one, just a message of encouragement and a small bar of chocolate.\nHer own victory party had been almost as grand though any had been too drunk to even care. All she had wanted after the games were finished was to eat and sleep, but just a few days after the games ended the parties began. It was parties non-stop for nearly a month after she won, with capitols fighting over her attentions. It had no bee her favorite time to say the least. The bright side had been was all the care she was able to get for her mother, but even that had seemed to have lost its original luster.\nBlue eyes blinked as one of the wait staff offered her another glass of wine. Ana faked a smile as she took the glass from him downing half of it in one go. She stared at the wine glass with a bit of ire as the wine served probably cost an arm and a leg. She shook her head before standing and going over to the refreshments bar. Hopefully to find something stronger than a glass of wine."
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"value": "Dylan Smith from District Four was this year's Hunger Games winner. The eighteen-year-old boy nearly survived all of his Readings unscathed. When his name was called, he felt his heart drop to his stomach in disbelief. He didn't think he could actually kill another human being. However, that all changed once he was in the arena. He wanted to live, he wanted to survive, so he fought hard. Being a Career district, he easily made it to the final five that included himself, both from District 1, a girl from 5 and a boy from 10. The bold move that he made was to attack the two from District One in their sleep. He was on guard one night and had heard them murmuring earlier that once there were four to go, they were going to sneak attack him. Dylan beat them to the punch. The boy from 10 died of starvation and the girl from five caused her own death when she forgot to put out the fire when she slept. In total, Dylan had killed four people. He was a victor but it didn't feel like he had won anything.\nNow there he was, at this party, celebrating his murder of those children. He was all the buzz now, all the Capitol citizens flocking around him, some of the past Victors too. He just wanted to get away from it all, but he knew that was easier said than done. Finally, he had managed to get past the large crowd and got some food to eat. Lately, he had been feeling sick on the stomach and didn't think he could eat, but now he was starving. Also, he went to the bar that was set up for drinks and got himself a couple strong cocktails.\nIt didn't take a genius to figure out that the blank look on his face was correlating to the past events of the last month and the Games and the aftermath, but he knew he would have to live with it and keep going. After having eaten his meal and finished his drink, he put the tray and the food away before going back to the bar. There, he spotted a nice looking woman, whom he recognized as the Victor about four years ago from District 6, Ana. He hadn't seen her around that much at the party, and she seemed like she was trying to stay away from everyone too. Standing beside of her, he was ordering his drink and glancing at her for a brief moment, greeting her with a nod before turning back to get his drink."
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"value": "Ana watched the merriment from her spot at the bar. She had downed two martinis and some blue looking drink while there and was currently getting one of the capital designer drinks when this year's victor came up to the bar. She looked at him for a moment pondering over his down trodden expression. Furthermore, she knew what it felt like to be in his shoes, the blood on your hands, feeling overwhelmed at these stupid parties. Furthermore, she smiled a bit as she approached him, cool and calm her blue eyes flashing with mild amusement. \"Why so pouty newbie? You just won, live it up a little, there plenty of time for guilt and self loathing later.\" She said a very obvious hint of sarcasm in her voice. She sighed then and shook her head as she leaned against the bar. Furthermore, she glanced at him for a moment before turning to the man working the bar \"Hey, get this kid something stronger than champagne\" she called out to the bartender and at his nod she smiled and turned back to Dylan. \"You know it's not your fault right?\" she asked him.\n\"I mean yeah, they died at your hands, but you did it to survive, to stay alive....\" she said. She looked at him and gave him a soft smile then. \"Annalise Eden, but you probably know that. The same way I know you're Dylan.\" She shook her head a little at her own joke. She shook his hand gently not at all what you would expect with someone with a reputation like hers. \"Just wait though, this stupid carnival ride gets better.\" She said with a sigh \"Years of this to come, you'll become a mentor and watch children from your district die. Then you'll go to whatever party they had to celebrate more kids dying. I've only been here for four years, and I'm starting to lose it, it's no wonder all the other mentors for my district are hopped up on morphing.\" She seemed a bit rueful about this.\nWhen the bartender finally slid Dylan's drink over Ana smiled. \"Did you drink much before this?\" she asked handing him the tumbler with a clear liquid in it. It was a favorite drink of the capital lees as it had a few other substances in it besides alcohol. \"These things pack a punch, I still have to hold my breath when I shoot them, but whatever they put in it? It helps, let loose be a little less guilt ridden for as long as the buzz lasts.\" She said \"The capitals love this stuff cause it makes them all happier than they already are.\" She said with a laugh before clinking her glass against his and knocking back the shot. Thankfully Ana wasn't a light weight, but she had a pleasant warmth through her and less of a desire to be depressed now."
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"value": "\"Yeah, live it up.\" He muttered, gesturing to the food and drinks along the way. He didn't understand it at all, how they could have so many drinks and so much food to choose from, eat it all and then throw it up just to eat some more. It was truly sickening and Dylan didn't think he could be that way. Instead, he just got something to drink and something minor to eat. \"Yeah, I know it's not my fault, that doesn't make it any easier, though. If I had to go back, I would do it again, I know that I would, but it just bothers me at night, you know? I think about their families and what a terrible situation they must be going through... I don't like having this party for me, I just want to go home and sleep and not worry about anything for ten minutes.\" He said with a shrug, knowing that he will be mentoring the games soon, so of course, he had to just bear with hit.\n\"I didn't drink much at all before.\" He answered with a nod, taking a quick sip, downing half the glass once they had clinked their glasses together. \"What about you, Annalise? Were you a big drinker before this?\" He asked curiously, taking his glass and setting it down on the counter as he watched her, keeping eye contact throughout the conversation. \"How do you deal with all this?\" He asked, gesturing to the entire set up in general. Maybe it was impossible to deal with, but he just wanted any tips or advice that she had. He knew that everyone had a different coping method and eh wondered what hers would be like."
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"value": "Annalise shook her head. \"Nope. Didn't have a drop of this kind of stuff till after the games. Things change though...\" she said softly before picking up a glass of champagne from one of the traveling wait staff. \"I never wanted anything to do with this side of being a victor, all I wanted was to get my mom help and to go to sleep peacefully at night, but not even the best of their booze takes care of that...\" She said sadly as she sipped the champagne in her hand. \"The games come around, and you think your finally almost over it and you're watching more kids little younger than you die. The memories and self loathing never quite seem to leave you.\" she sighed a bit then \"I don't really deal with it, I kinda just bury and place my focus on trying to keep my tributes alive, keep my mom in her cushy house on the nice side of town.\"\n\"We all had something in the games to fight for, I think that's what makes life bearable when everything else seem to just be crushing, whatever it was you fought for in the games? Embrace it now, throw yourself into that wholeheartedly, I know making such my mother got the help she need is the only reason I'm sane and not and addict myself...\" She said, it was well-known through the district that morphing was a problem in District 6, but it certainly wasn't what people talked about in their social circles.\n\"So what was your reason to fight in the games, what kept you going Dylan?\" She asked him. \"And if you had no real reason, I suggest you have another drink, honestly, even if you do have a good reason, I would still suggest you get used to alcohol and sleeping pills, they will be your best friends....\" she said a sad laugh escaping her lips at the thought."
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"value": "My parents and my entire family had always struggled. He began, still leaning against the counter. They had to work so long, make so many sacrifices, and just do things they shouldn't have to do in order to make ends meet I wanted to help them through that. I hoped by winning and fighting through the games that I could give them all nice houses, that they wouldn't have to worry about money and so far they are doing fine but I'm not doing good at all. I was also glad to see my friends again, but I only got to speak to them once since the games were over. It's like being a prisoner with all these rules and schedules and parties I don't like it all that much.\nDylan got his glass refilled with the strong mixed drink again as he continued to speak to Annalise. She seemed like a nice enough woman, she really was the sanest person that he'd spoken to in a long while. He actually enjoyed her presence and was glad that the Capitol citizens had been unable to find him lately. As much as he hated the Capitol, the citizens, and what they stood for, he knew that he couldn't speak out against them. Even with being a victor, they would still find a way to damage his life by any means.\nSo, what were you doing here all alone, Ana? He asked, tilting his head and looking down at her, his eyes locking onto hers as he finally was smiling a bit, probably for the first time since the games. It was something about her that made him feel warmth inside and he couldn't stop the smile even if he tried."
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"value": "Ana gave a laugh at his question before shrugging. What do you think I'm doing? She said before dropping her voice to a low whisper I'm hiding from all the stupid people, you know I happen to be quite a popular victor? She said before pulling back and let out a soft peal of laughter. These people thrive and survive off the death of young kids, and they love my story. The girl who overcame her odds she shook her head Honestly I just can't wait until I'm older and everyone forgets about my games, maybe then without all these capitols reminding me I can start to forget, but until then, I drink, and I hide in a corner and avoid them at all these dumb parties.\nMost of the Career victors love these things but there's so many of them who are victors that the capitols get bored with them. She shook her head then So they turn to the lower district winners for excitement, for their entertainment. Most of the winners from the lower district share my opinions but a lot of them are older, you know District 8 hasn't had a victor in over 20 years? Josie Ruler I think is that old ladies name, she's our age, has a couple of kids back home. They still make her come to these stupid things sometimes. She just goes to the bathroom and hides most of the time\nMe, I'm too new of a victor to not make an appearance, I tried once you know? To defy Snow and not come to one of these things, he threatened to take my mother and put her back into the nut house. She shook her head We have a lot of years to come going to these events. You'll be very popular this year, the new victors always are, there are victory tours and parties and then before you know it, its game time again, and you're watching kids from you district die. She frowned\nI rooted for you though, being in the top 4. I hate seeing District 1&2 win every year, the victors are usually jerks anyway. CIRIL? He won last year's games and he's just a mean person, there's a reason why he won."
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"value": "Empty space loomed in every direction, distant stars the only points of light in the otherwise empty black void of space. Light-years away, the vastness of the Eye of Terror shone, a tear in the warp from which the lone ship had come. Rust shone on the hull of the vessel like open wounds, and jagged tears and rents in the massive vessel told the story of ten thousand years of warfare which the craft had seen. TheDiscordanthad once been a vessel of the mighty Legions of the old space marines, back before the foolish Imperium had decided to split the marines apart, weakening themselves, leaving them open. Now, the vessel served a new master, the god Spanish. The ship, where paint could be seen, was done up in a cavalcade of color and designs too numerous to count. The massive guns of the ship had been modified, so that every blast resonated discordant music within the might war vessel, a cacophony of pleasure to those damned souls who toiled inside.\nMaster of the vessel was the Chaos Champion Heroes Lutherans. Once a member of the Emperors Children legion, Lutherans now served only Spanish. The Imperial Aquila had been besmirched upon his armor, which was now a mixture of purple and black. At his side was a terribly loud chain sword, which the champion did so enjoy to use. The roar of the engine and the whir of the blades as it tore into flesh made him practically giddy. The merest thought of it sent a shiver down his corrupt spine. His bolter, older than whole civilizations, had been warped and changed by the powers of the warp, the mouth of the weapon literally screaming with every unholy round fired at his enemies. Even his armor seemed to cry out with every heavy step which he took.\nBeneath that armor, Lutherans was beautiful to behold. Unlike many in the service of Spanish, who became mutated in their pursuit of pleasure, Lutherans perversions were not as prone to warping him. Marines and acolytes around him were hideous creatures, eyes bulbous, ears melded into audio enhancers as they sought even the slightest pleasure, their bodies long since immune to regular levels of stimulation. Lutherans has skin which was nearly flawless, a lone scar running along his jawline from ages past. His eyes were the blue of lake water, back when Terra had oceans and lakes. His silvery-gold hair was cut close to his head. Powerful limbs and a broad chest were hidden beneath the armor, honed muscles taut and as ready today as they had been millennia ago.\nAt this moment, those ice blue eyes were focused upon the scanners set into the console. In the distance was an Imperial vessel. From the markings upon it, the ship belonged to the Sisters of Battle. He snorted almost derisively, his arrogance at his own strength showing at that moment. The Sisters of Battle might be brave and fierce warriors, but none could hope to stand against the might of a Chaos marine, especially those of old, when the technology of the Empire had been great, not this shadow of old glory which they were now, hanging on by a thread.\nTheir vessel was smaller than the great war vessel which Lutherans commanded. If he wanted to, his ship could wipe the sisters from existence, sending them to their precious false Emperor. That, however, was not what he had in mind. His plans had been rather different, but this would suit him just as well. Prepare to fire, he ordered, his voice a deep bass which carried clearly over the command deck. Disable their engines and prepare to board. Take them alive. He wanted to hear their delicious cries.\nWith a roar, the guns opened up, firing across a hundred miles of space in a near instant, the rounds smashing into the Imperial ship, punching holes into the hull and utterly destroying the engines with the first volley. Against a larger vessel such an action would not have been possible, not with the first volley. There could be no more than a company of Sisters on this ship, however, no doubt investigating some claim of heresy on another forsaken planet within the Imperium. Whatever the case, they were here now, and would suit Lutherans aims.\nSeveral boarding ships, gunboats capable of holding half a dozen marines, burst from the hull of theDiscordantlike puss-filled growths, swarming toward the disabled craft. Lutherans was not on any of those ships. He was already making his preparations. Perhaps the Sisters had been heading to the exact planet which was his eventual goal. To most, it was a backwater agricultural planet, but Lutherans knew better. He had plans for this planet, which would be just the beginning."
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"value": "The spine of the ship shook with tremendous impact, flinging menials from their feet and sending even the armored Sisters staggering despite their suits' integrated balance units. Emergency lighting turned the world a hellish crimson as girls dashed through the corridors to reach their posts.\n\"Emperor's immaculate balls! We're hit!\" Celestial Sharia spat a mouthful of blood out across her pristine white breastplate, pushing herself away from the wall where her face had just impacted.\n\"Language!\" Shouted Sister Stephanie of the Order Dialogs. With a sickening crunch of metal, a nearby hatch ripped from its hinges and sucked Stephanie into a depressurized vacuum, which was fine because nobody liked her anyway.\nStill reeling from the series of impacts, novice Sister Gloria stumbled out of her bunk clutching her bolter to her chest, her freckled young face awash with panic and confusion. Celestial Sharia turned and barked an order to her, but the words failed to carry over the rush of air through the nearby hatch.\n\"I said, get to the--\" Another hatch blew out right behind Sharia, who flew unceremoniously out into another depressurized corridor. Blinking in confusion, Gloria tucked her ginger curls into the collar of her armor and fastened her helmet.\n\"Why do the veteran sisters never wear these things?\" she wondered aloud, ruminating on the sudden demise of her superiors. Then the unmistakable bouquet of centuries-old body odor hit her from the built-in air recyclers, and she remembered. \"Oh Oprah's badass mustache, that is awful!\" Her hands reached up to her helmet's seals of their own accord before she remembered the howling void. A moment of confusion reigned as she contended with a millennium of flatulence, taking short, shallow breaths through her mouth. Servitors trundling through the depressurized hallway barely took note of a single Sister flailing in their path while jumping up and down. Finally, she called upon her training to block out the horrible funk and made for the strategic, where she hoped the other officers still lived."
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"value": "Lutherans knew that the Sisters of Battle were brave, and that they would fight nobly against the forces of Chaos. Yet the veteran of millennia of battle also knew that they were no match for the enhancements, training, and armor which a space marine underwent. They might be able to handle the average cultist, and even be a match for the many traitor guardsmen and planetary forces which always threatened to turn to the ruinous powers. Yet, for their training, their prowess, they could not stand long against his forces. As the boarding ships smashed into the Sisters ship, Lutherans turned away. He would see whoever was brought aboard in due time.\nSister Gloria was close to where the ships collided, but not close enough to prevent eighteen chaos marines from spilling out into the halls, bolt guns throwing explosive shells toward the sisters as they scrambled to fight back. The sizzle of melting metal could be heard as a plasma fun belched forth its deadly ammunition, spraying armor and corroding metal. Death to the false emperor! One proclaimed, charging forward, only to be brought down by a hail of bolter fire which pierced the armor which had been old when Horus turned traitor.\nThe demise of their comrade brought forth a roar of rage from others of the Emperors Children traitor legion, and they began to attack with the ferocity that was legendary among their legion. Towering figured in purple and black armor opened fire with weapons warped by chaos, felling sisters as they tried to hold them back. It was, however, about as good as trying to hold back the tide, and the chaos forces advanced, only one or two falling in the process, the sisters finding chinks in the ancient armor of their most sworn of enemies.\nBefore too long, the forces of Chaos were upon Sister Gloria and the last of the defenders, who were holed up on the strategic, which had but one entrance and exit. The roar of bolter and plasma fire could be heard as the chaos forces slowly advanced upon the doorway where the last handful of sisters bravely stood. In the chaos of the battle, a lone frag grenade rolled through the doorway and detonated behind the sisters. While it did little against the armor which they wore, it stunned them, and gave the chaos forces their opportunity. With the crushing force of power armor, the sisters were disabled, wrapped in the irresistible strength of the metal and ceramic of their armored limbs. Come with us, darlings, one of them hissed, his face twisted into an unrecognizable mound of flesh by the multitude of things which the marine had submitted itself to over the eons. Sister Gloria could feel the prick of a needle against her flesh as the marine injected her with a sedative. The other four sisters experienced similar pricks in the small amounts of exposed flesh, and soon were limp in the arms of the terrible forces of chaos.\nHorus testicles get them on board! Lutherius exclaimed, seeing the boarding vessels detach from the dying vessel. Moments later their ship opened up on it, sending the ship of the false Emperor to the abyss which was annihilation.\nThe ships landed back on the Discordant, the marines lumbering forth to the sound of what the insane might declare to be music. At least one had juiced up with a cocktail of mind-altering chemicals, eyes dilated as they dumped their cargo before Lutherans. Their weapons had been taken, and they would awaken before too much longer.\nTake them to the brig, he proclaimed, deep voice carrying even over the noise of a hundred of Sadness finest. I want a rapt audience when I tell them what we are doing."
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"value": "Gloria awoke with a head full of fog and a dull ache in her temples. The room was dark, or was that just her vision struggling to recover? No, it was definitely dark in here. Or dim, at least. Twilit? Was twilit a word? For once in her life, she actually wished one of those insufferable Oreo Dialogs twats was around. On second thought, never mind. Nobody liked them anyway. After a moment, as the ringing in her ears subsided, Gloria realized she was not alone. There was movement, heavy breathing and low whimpering coming from nearby, along with the unmistakable sound of power armor joints whining with repetitive motion. Four other sisters shared Gloria's cell, which was not so much a cell as a very secure boudoir, many silken cushions and expensive silk sheets covering the floor and a censer leaking luxurious incense fumes in one corner. The Gloria's sister Sisters were...yeah, yeah. Yeah, they were fucking. No doubt about it, even in this low light.\n\"What the deal?\" Gloria asked, her mouth parched after her long sleep. The sisters had all detached the various plates of their armor which normally covered their privates, and they were going at it in a tangled pile of armored bodies. \"What are you doing?\"\n\"We're fucking,\" said one of the sisters. \"Duh.\"\n\"Yeah, we're basically just sluts,\" said another. She paused and corrected herself. \"Sorry, 'Oreo Hospitality'.\" She even threw in some air quotes for flavor.\n\"Don't tell me you've never wondered what our order does.\"\nGloria blushed. \"I guess it makes sense now that I think about it.\" Watching them lick and finger each other through their armor prompted Gloria to poke at her own suit. The quick-release plates over her breasts and groin all popped away at the slightest nudge. \"I always wondered why they did that,\" she said. \"So I guess we're all captured and stuff.\"\n\"Yeah, looks that way,\" said one of the random slut-sisters.\n\"Did you guys even try to escape?\"\n\"Nah, too busy fucking.\"\n\"It's a full-time job,\" said another.\nGloria stood and reattached the quick-release plates over both her breasts. The crotch plate, however, was being a total pain in the ass again, and she couldn't get it to lock in place. Sighing in frustration, she realized she'd have to go naked down there for now, and was thankful for her long tabard that at least covered her naughty bits. Reaching out a little gingerly, the little ginger girl tried the handle on the cell's door. A loud click echoed in the small chamber and the door swung outwards on well greased hinges. \"Well, damn. This brig is a joke.\" Gloria popped her head out and looked around. Sure enough, there was a single guard bearing the mark of Spanish branded about a million times across her flesh. Apparently, she'd tried masturbating with a chain sword and realized too late that it wasn't such a great idea. \"Umm, ouch. I mean, for the Oprah!\" Since the evil slutty slut wasn't really using it anymore, Gloria wiggled the chain sword free and rested it across in both hands. She gunned it a couple of times, experimentally, and had to clear some labia out of the motor before it would work properly. With a confused shrug that spoke of her bewildered acceptance of this strange place, Gloria set off down the corridor to find...something. Someone. Whatever, she'd probably just end up smiting it anyway."
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"value": "Asoka Langley Sorry wasn't entirely sure what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being in the cockpit of her Evangelion, she was in combat, an Angel that used some kind of weird energy attack against her. Like she'd done many times before she had focused energy into her AT field in order to defend herself, but something unusual had happened. When the energy had struck her field it seemed to react somehow, some kind of strange rip appearing in the air, like a rip in the fabric of reality itself that had grown and swallowed her up in a flash of light. After that Asoka remembered nothing but strange flashes, glimpses of places radically different from Tokyo-3 that lasted only an instant, long enough to know they were there but not long enough to commit any detail to memory. She'd lost track of how long that had gone on for, until finally she had found herself here, and wherever here was it most certainly wasn't Tokyo-3.\nAs Asoka slowly sat up, groaning as she rubbed at her head, she glanced around to find herself sitting in a puddle of LCL on the top of a large rock. Her surroundings were anything but city like, in fact it didn't look like there was any signs of civilization in any direction. She could see jungles, mountains, even what looked like a volcano in the distance, smoke billowing from the top menacingly. The sounds didn't sound like the tranquil birds and small animals she was used to, no, all she could hear were distant roars and thundering bellows that sounded more like they were from some kind of monster than any animal she'd ever encountered.\n\"What? Where am I...?\" Asoka slowly got down from the rock, wincing slightly, the skintight plug suit offered little protection against the rough, gravely ground she now found herself on. Even worse this place was extremely hot and extremely humid, and the plug suit simply wasn't meant to handle this kind of temperature, meaning she was hotter than hell. Unfortunately taking the plug suit off wasn't exactly an option given that it was the only thing she was wearing.\n\"Ok...stay calm girl. Just stay calm. If I stay around here someone's bound to come looking for me and find me...right?\" She took a slow, deep breath to try and calm herself, looking around again to try and spot something, anything, that seemed even remotely familiar."
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"value": "Emerging from a nearby tree line would be something Asoka would at least recognize. It was a man...or something that looked like one at least. Tall and lanky, with quite a lot of hair. He had tanned skin, long and flowing brown hair and was quite muscular and in shape. In his hands he held what appeared to be a rudimentary spear with a stone tip and a large club carved out of wood. It was now very clear she wasn't in Tokyo anymore.\nAs the man emerged from the treeline, Asoka would notice something else as well. He wasn't wearing any clothes. This revealed his form fully to her, including his rather large but erect cock. It was much larger than anything she had glimpsed so far in her life. He circled around her, curious at her. She could make a break for it if she tried, but he was eyeing her, the way a hunter eyed its prey.... He licked his lips hungrily...but more in a lustful manner than one of real hunger. He motioned for her to approach him, grunting at a spot in front of him on the ground. It seemed he only knew rudimentary communication."
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"value": "Asoka turned suddenly as she heard movement, then spotted what looked to be a man emerging from the tree line. For a brief instant she felt somewhat relieved, another person, maybe they could help her. That relief passed quickly though as Asoka took in a little more of the sight before her, the man was completely naked, and looked like he was completely unkempt. \"What the...what the hell?!\" She took a small step back as the man emerged further from the tree line, her eyes unable to help to glance down and widening. He was....huge! She didn't even think a cock could get that long and thick when it was hard, never mind when it was flaccid!\n\"O-ok just...just uh...stay back now...\" Asoka wasn't sure if he could understand her...no...in fact she was sure he couldn't understand her, she wasn't sure he understood speech at all in any language. And the way he was looking at her...she most definitely didn't like it. When he motioned for her to approach, then a spot on the ground in front of him, she took a step back over instead. \"N-no way...no, thanks!\" She raised her hands as she backed up, only to bump into the rock she had been onto of a few moments ago. \"Just stay back...\" Asoka considered running, but from looking at those leg muscles she was sure she'd never outrun this guy, and if he went for her then overpowering him would be completely impossible. Oh, why the hell didn't she work out more like the people at Nerve kept telling her to?!\nAs she tried to slide along the rock though something felt....unusual. There was an odd scent in the air, and it made her feel light-headed for a moment at least. She shook her head, feeling an odd warmth, almost like...no, no couldn't be. It was just this weird tropical climate that was all, that was why she felt hot...that was why her nipples almost felt like they were getting hard...?"
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"value": "As Skua tried to move away, the man quickly sprung forward. He had her pinned against the stone, her plug suit form rubbing against the hard rock and his hairy, strong and firm chest. He seemed to grunt in confusion slightly at how her body felt against him. His still flaccid cock rubbed against her rubbery thighs and cunt. Still, this odd sensation didn't stop the man. His mouth moved to latch on to one of her breasts, sucking at it through her plug suit. He sucked hard, and his saliva coated her plug suit as he sucked up the LCL. If her nipple wasn't hard before, it most likely was now.\nHis pheromones continued to fill her sense, a sweet and overpowering scent that was very pleasant. Surprising considering how unkempt the man seemed. Once he was down sucking one breast, he moved to the other as he began to push his cock up against her cunt, the flaccid meat rod starting to become erect as Asoka would now begin to see just how massive he truly was. After sucking on her other breast, he moved to kiss up and down her neck before pressing his lips up roughly and with need against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips and trying to gain access to her mouth."
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"value": "Asoka yelped as the large man was suddenly right in front of her, he was even faster than he looked, and she found herself pinned up against the rock. \"H-Hey! L-let me go dammit!\" She squirmed around a little, but any struggle was likely nothing to someone who looked this physically strong. She struggled a little more, until suddenly a mouth latched onto one of her breasts, starting to suck on it hard through the plug suit. Asoka's eyes went wide, even though the plug suit was between her bare skin and his mouth the material was incredibly thin and had been designed for sensations to pass through it intentionally, so it practically felt like he was sucking on her bare body. Asoka's nipples grew even harder, the skintight suit still clinging to the outline making it obvious to both see and for his tongue to feel.\nAnd then he started to suck on the other one instead, and Asoka inhaled with a sharp gasp, which only caused her to unknowingly inhale more of the pheromone, which caused the heat between her legs to grow even worse, a heat that the large man would be able to feel with whatever was starting to reach up and poke between her legs. \"N-no way...no way!\" Asoka realized immediately what it was....oh god...how could something so huge get even bigger?! When he started to kiss up her neck she whimpered slightly, then firmly closed her mouth as he kissed at her lips, but the pheromones were coursing increasingly through her system, and the sensations being forced upon her caused her to moan softly, granting his tongue access."
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"value": "The man's tongue was inside her mouth as soon as her lips parted. His tongue was quite large, just like the rest of him. It explored her mouth, swirling around inside and pressing up against her own tongue, seeking to get it to willingly brush up and dance with his own. As he did this, a hand moved up to her breast and squeezed it through her plug suit, her flesh molding against his digits as his large and burly fingers moved to squeeze and twist her hard nipple through the fabric.\nHis cock was now fully erect and massive; throbbing and oozing pre-cum from its tip, his cock could feel just how hot and wet she was getting. His tip began to rub against her clitoris underneath her plug suit, but he grunted in frustration. Even though the suit was skintight, it still wasn't skin and that seemed to annoy him.\nHe withdrew his tongue from her mouth, his lips lingering on hers for a few moments before his tongue licked her lips and he pulled away. He stilled had her pressed against his large and muscular form, her breasts molding against his chest as he pointed to her plug suit.\n\"Off....it...off\" He managed to grunt out at her. Even though he was only capable of grunts before, it seemed he had developed the ability to speak. Had licking up the LCL on her suit done something? Either way, his command was clear enough, and he grunted at her again to take her plug suit off."
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"value": "Asoka squirmed and closed her eyes tightly as his tongue thrust into her mouth and explored, she tried to move her own tongue away from his but in doing so she only seemed to be giving him what he wanted. And when she squeezed at her breast she couldn't help but make a muffled gasping noise, her body seemed more sensitive than usual, much more sensitive.\nBetween her legs she felt his cock prodding against her, her clit harder than she'd ever felt it before. His cock was so big and hard...she was practically sitting on it and wouldn't be surprised if his cock alone was capable of supporting her entire body weight with no further assistance.\nFinally, though he pulled away, leaving Asoka leaning against the rock and panting for breath. Her knees were shaking, the inside of her plug suit was now slick with sweat and the fluids of her own arousal, though it wasn't to last as he pressed against her again, though suddenly seemed to be capable of some kind of speech...and it was rather obvious what he was referring to when he said 'off', though Asoka quickly shook her head. \"N-no way!\" The plug suit was the only thing she had, not to mention it was the only way anybody who came looking for her might be able to track her down. Of course, she didn't doubt that from looking at this...man...that he was more than strong enough to rip the material rather effortlessly with just his bare hands, though that didn't mean she was going to just strip down for him, no matter how turned on she was feeling."
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"value": "Asoka refusal annoyed the man as he let out a growl. His large and strong hands gripped the material in the front of her plug suit and with a grunt, he tore apart the entire from of her plug suit from her breasts down to her cunt. He eyed her now bared breasts laid before him and licked his lips before leaning forwards, his mouth engulfing one. He sucked like a babe trying to draw milk, his tongue swirling around her rosy and perky nipple. One hand squeezed her other breast, her flesh molding against his digits.\nHis other hand moved to her pussy, his fingers stroking at her labia and clitoris, feeling just how wet and aroused she was. This seems to indicate she was ready for mating for him. He moved that hand and began to press his massive, throbbing and fully erect cock up against her pussy. His tip rubbed against her clitoris directly for a few moments before it moved to poke and prod at her entrance. He seemed to wait a moment, letting her come to accept the fact that she was being fucked and then, he shoved his big, hard cock into her roughly. His girth easily spread her inner walls apart as he moaned at her tightness against her breast. He pushed it in without remorse though, his giant cock spreading her open....he wasn't even a quarter of the way in when his tip began to press up against her cervix."
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"value": "\"Now wait just a sec-\" Asoka cut off and squeaked as the large male ripped open the front of her plug suit with barely a sign of effort, the rubbery skintight material unable to resist his incredible physical strength, her breasts bouncing free of their confines. Not for the first time Asoka was cursing that they couldn't wear underwear with these things, then again she doubted any underwear would have lasted any longer than the suit. When his mouth suddenly engulfed one of her exposed nipples and his fingers went to her pussy Asoka couldn't help but gasp loudly, her body jerking slightly from the pleasure. The pheromone was working its way deep into her body now, and unlike other beings of this era she had absolutely zero tolerance to it, meaning that it was affecting her far more strongly than it would other females the man had encountered before.\n\"N-no way...y-you can't put something that big inside me!\" Asoka squirmed a little as she was lifted, feeling the giant cock rubbing up against her. The head must have been bigger than her fist! But yet her body was so hot, so wet, her pussy leaking so many juices that it was dripping onto his cock and running down his shaft. When he thrust up Asoka let out a cry, but there was surprisingly no pain, the pheromone seemingly doing another job on her, not to mention the liberal lubrication her own body was providing. With a moan Asoka felt herself sinking down his cock, only to stop as he came up against another barrier, and yet as the girl looked down she could see there was much more of his cock left. \"Th-that's enough right? Y-you don't need to put anymore in....right?\""
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"value": "Everything was...hazy.\nEspecially where to go from here.\nThough, things weren't hazy at all, were they? They were tumultuous, they were chaotic. Lightning cracked through the sky. Steady rain fell upon Rates' face, washing away the blood, the water leaving his body as soon as it came, carried off by the same wind that beat about what little clothing the Spartan wore. Zeus was dead. Most of the gods and goddesses were, with Rates now standing upon Olympus in a victory that hardly felt worth celebrating. As he looked about at broken columns and a shattered paradise, at flames everywhere being put out by wind and rain, the muscles of his body just...relaxed. He didn't know what else to do, really. Zeus lay dead only a few feet away. Equally, dead were any that had aided the godly king. His wife and son were still dead. Vengeance was complete. The mortal realm was uninhabitable, filled with floods and locusts and souls wandering about free. The realm of the gods was...destroyed, but inhabitable. Though completely undesirable. His upper lip found a slight sneer as he looked about, even considering the idea.\nTurning, Rates started to walk. The steps were slow, holding no goal ahead of them in mind. \"Still, it's somehow better this way,\" he grumbled, looking about at the smoke and rubble of the once-temple at the mountain's apex. \"No more tyrants...even if there are none left to tyrant over. Let them all cease -- I have found my revenge.\" Tired, his body sore, bruised and cut, each footstep came heavily as the Spartan warrior found himself approaching an overturned column. He paused when he came to it, his strong face and cold eyes glancing down, fists balled together in resistance. Of something. He wasn't sure what.\n\"There is nothing left to accomplish, is there?\" Rates spoke to himself. Glaring down at the rubble, he continued, his tone heavy, gravelly, \"The bastards all have their release, and yet here I am, 'victorious.'\"\nThe glare continued, as did the howling wind brushing against his face in the open air."
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"value": "Pandora stood looking out from a different point, Rates had done as he set out to do and though thrilled she was worried about him. Turning her odd ice blue eyes fell upon his face; he was weary, as was she. At least now rest could come and perhaps peace as well. The odd mix of despair and peace was unsettling. Mayhem was all around them, and it seemed as though all was lost, but Pandora had faith. Looking around others stirred amongst the rubble. The rain and wind where the last thing on her mind as she lifted her leather clad feet to cross over to his side as he wandered aimlessly amongst the columns.\nThe white of her tunic was frayed around the edges and drenched, her petite body was seen through the fabric but she didn't bother with it. His last question hit upon her ears, looking around there was much to accomplish. You are victorious Rates; the feat you accomplished was amazing and some said impossible. The fact that you spared my life andstilldefeated Zeus remarkable. You have my respect and admiration as well as devotion. She touched his cheek, the rain had rinsed off the blood and mud leaving behind the face that plagued her dreams. The wind picked up causing tendrils of flame red and blonde hair to whip about her face as she moved closer. A chill raced her spine as she held a thin arm, one finger shakily pointing out to the surrounding mountain.\nThere is still much to do, many tasks to accomplish. Her ice blue eyes settled on him after trailing around them at the debris and rubble. You are needed in a new way, we all are. How are those left supposed to survive without guidance. You can take that on, it is only right. Since you defeated Zeus, you must take his spot as god of the gods and goddesses. Your offspring should fill the emptied thrones. An odd tingle rattled its way through her belly while a pleasant smile crept over her features. A girl could dream, and lately her dreams had been of repopulating the heavens with him. If only he'd allow her to prove herself worthy of being the one to bear him many children. She knew he saw her as a child, and in many ways that was true, but she was not and needed to show him the woman she could be.\nBlinking there she stood looking up at him, climbing atop the column she was able to look him in the eye. I never did properly thank you for sparing my life. I had faith that you could do it perhaps you knew all along and only meant to test me. My allegiance is to you Rates, always. Looking into his eyes, she felt the pain he still carried and the burden as well. I heard you say they have their release is there a way that I can help you receive yours. She knew that opening herself up to him in this way could be dangerous, but she was willing to try anything just to see him happy. Please let me help, it's the least I can do."
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"value": "He heard words through the din of the wind, and it was then that he remembered Pandora was even here. Through the fight with Zeus she'd been forgotten about. Rates didn't turn to acknowledge her, but he did listen, somewhat at least, and only whenever the booming sound of thunder did not overwhelm the skies.\n\"They should survive on their own. I am not someone to depend on,\" he replied simply and with a grumbling irritation. \"And my only offspring is dead.\"\nHe'd felt the fingers on his face, but it wasn't until Pandora climbed upon the fallen column to look him in the eyes that Rates actually looked back at her. He stared into her blue pools as she spoke. When she finished, when silence rose up between them, Rates' gaze fell from her face to look over the rest of her body. Ever-bold, the warrior-god thought nothing of looking her over, specifically how the rain caused the thin garment she wore to cling to her small, pert breasts, how it pronounced her nipples against the fabric, and how it caused a shimmer on the rest of the skin that wasn't covered in the first place. \"The only release I desire at this point is death's. Yet, with Hades dead, I would not find it now even were I to die -- my soul would wander, unguided to its final resting place.\"\nRates brushed past her. \"Let others accomplish whatever needs to be. I did not kill everyone, only the ones foolish enough to resist my revenge.\" An arm shoved her aside from that column, with Rates stepping over and walking past it, a flash in the dark sky briefly illuminating the pale white skin of his muscled form and the red streak that ran down it. \"I will find...something,\" he exhaled, disappointment tinging his voice. Rates continued on in his walk, as he did in his thoughts, every unguided, feathered step taking him across an open square and to the steps of another nearby temple. He could remove himself from the rain, at least."
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"value": "Seeing the way he looked over her, she licked her lips and watched him her eyes locking on his face. Her face fell but only internally. As he moved past, she wanted to scream for him to stop to allow her the pleasure of his body. She toppled from the column and landed in the mud. And I am nothing? She whispered, almost to herself. Standing up she moved toward the fountain in the center, she dipped her hands in the water and splashed the water over her face cleaning up her peach tinted skin. Leaning over the edge, she peered at herself. Did he not desire her? Pandora smiled at the reflection and trailed her fingers in the water to clear away her image.\nShed seen the temple he ducked into, would it be proper to throw herself at him? Did it matter; Pandora bit her lower lip as she stepped quietly behind him in the darkened room. The only light was from torches along the walls, she didn't know whose temple it was, but she knew they were alone. You have found something me. She moved to the altar in the middle of the room and held her hands out to it to warm herself. It is cold Rates, She pulled at her tunic allowing it to fall to the stone floor. Her creamy skin glowing golden in the fire as she exposed herself to his scrutiny. Her petite form was unmarred other than a few small scratches on her knees and elbows.\nMay I help you from your wet clothes? Her small hands slid up to her red locks freeing them from their bindings and allowing them to fall about her shoulders in a mess of waves. Perhaps we can find a way to keep warm her hands moved over his pale flesh, the muscles were hard as shed always imagined them to be. The red mark on his skin she traced with the tips of her fingers. You can have more offspring Rates with me. I offer myself to you, Her pale blue eyes went to his, Allow me to take it all away, I offer my body for your use only. Please Rates, I want to. She clasped his hand and moved it to one of her firm breasts. Please?"
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"value": "Why had he even entered here again? To be rid of the rain, but as Rates stood looking about the open circular temple, murals embossed along its walls, a statue and an altar in its center, he had to wonder -- now what? Walk somewhere else? Then sit? Then rest? Then eat? Then continue on, possessing no purpose anymore for existence? Droplets of water cascaded the Spartan's chiseled form as he looked about, his face calm, yet still bearing a disapproving sneer.\nThen a voice came, from behind, and the war god turned to look over his shoulder. He watched quietly as Pandora walked around him and to the altar to warm her hands. For a moment Rates went back to observing the display itself, a ten-foot bronze statue of Helios, the sun god, and one of the litany who fell to his twin blades. So they were in Helios' temple? The altar itself was a flat surface about four feet high, also bronze, its surface meant for offerings to a deity that had apparently been well respected by his peers; to the left and the right were standing braziers, with the flames from their full torches giving off what felt rare in Olympus right now -- light and heat both.\nIt was the fall of that wet robe to a puddle at the goddess' feet that took over from Rates' peripheral vision, now having him look back to her, his gaze openly soaking in the nude, petite thing that so nonchalantly stood before him. He watched as her hands rose up, and with it so did her breasts and her ribs, her tummy becoming taut as she stretched. He looked down to the crotch she so willingly bared to him. Furthermore, he looked back up to her face, framed now by blonde and by red that Pandora had allowed to settle loosely about. Were this all not surprising enough, now she was approaching him. Touching him. Speaking of being...his.\n\"More?\" He questioned, his body remaining rigid as he looked down into her eyes. The idea, even the suggestion of a new woman, a new child, would have seen most others have their neck snapped in anger. For some reason he cared for this girl though, for Pandora. \"And what makes you suitable,\" he asked slowly, disapprovingly. \"You want to bear me a child? Children? As what, mother and servant both? Where is this from? What is your purpose? And what makes you worthy?\"\nHis left hand remained where she had set it, upon her right breast, where it now squeezed down, firmly feeling the supple skin -- barely an A-cup, as small, tight and firm as the rest of her. Rates' right hand rose up to Pandora's face, cupping her chin and jaw with his palm, his pale fingers wrapping around her freckled cheeks. Staring icily into her eyes, he spoke, \"What makes you think you could evensurvivegettingfuckedby the God of War, little girl?\""
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"value": "She didn't shy away as he looked her over; she felt his eyes sliding over her every part. Her sex fluttered at the prospect of him taking her as he wished, she wanted him. His words struck deep, straight to the heart. She opened her mouth to answer, but no words would come as his hand caressed her breast, squeezing the flesh enough to have her moan, her eyes closed, it had been so long since she had been touched like this. And he, the one she wanted, questioned her motives. Her head hung; couldn't he see that she wanted him? Was he so blind to her as a woman that he couldn't see her desire?\nPandora shoved away from him the cruelty of his words bashing her over the head. I'm not a child, I've told you time and time again. I am a woman. I want YOU. Why can't YOU see it? Her blue eyes held hurt. Is it so improbable to you that I bear you a child or many? I have nothing left for me Rates, only you. I am worthy because you spared me, it is MY destiny to serve you in this way. She looked around and stared at the red line on his body anything to avoid his gaze.\nMy purpose I wish to take your pain away and become your companion. I want to see you smile Rates; I know you are capable of it. While speaking her blue eyes went to his face sweeping over his stern and strong features. I would survive. Not only am I stronger than you allow me credit for. I don't think you would allow yourself to hurt me. She licked her lips slowly hoping, to whatever god or goddess she could, that she was right.\nWhy is it so hard to believe that I could be what you have been missing? I understand hurt and loss. I was locked in a cage when you found me do you think I enjoyed my life? She laid her hand on his chest, not expecting an answer, I didn't you freed me. Now allow me to free you she drugs her small fingertips down his body to the top of his coverings at his waist. Please? Her heart thundered in her ears and a small chill worked its way up her spine, her dusky nipples beaded because of it. Her head was tilted up at him; she waited her eyes soft as she gazed at him."
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"value": "Everything was going to hell. It didn't?’t matter how or why, it just was, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. All that mattered was the glass in front of him, and the numb feeling in his fingers; he had held it for far too long. The inane chatter of the others, the frantic screams outside, however distant they may be, were of no consideration. From his perch on the stool, his other hand holding his stubble dotted chin, he could see the breasts bounce, and the legs move; the rest of the world would blow over. Soon enough the noise would stop, and the FBI, or some other sort of person, would come in, and drag him out. They might shoot him, right there, his brains splattered about Rufus, the bartender; it was a definite possibility.\n?? I?’m telling you man, this is not good!?\nSeymour was rocked forward, a sudden obtrusive weight on his back, and stale, sour breath hot on the side of his face. With a grunt he shrugged the man off, but this interrupter was determined to pester him.\n?? You always here, always here, but? But you never talk, just sit and drink! Now shit is real, and you still don?’t care!? The husky man spoke, his words more than slurred.\nShrugging his shoulders, he went back to his show, the same show he had seen over 300 times before. The bang behind him told him that the man had fallen over, probably onto a table. He would not help the man, it was not like he knew the guy, or really cared for the well-being of strangers; he had his own problems. The woman left the stage, Selena, he recalled her name, and he adverted his gaze to his glass. It was full, the ice cubes nearly melted. He had not bothered to drink it, it was just there for comfort, to tell him everything was going to be okay. Besides, a bad storm was going to roll in later in the day, and he may be a border-line alcoholic, but he wasn't?’t stupid."
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"value": "Puckering her lush lips Charlotte smoothed the gloss evenly over the pink flesh. Leaning back to admire her work she brushed a finger over her long dark lashes, fixing the edges of the charcoal that surrounded her chocolate eyes. With a sigh she adjusted her outfit, the navy material clinging to her round bust. Standing she smoothed glittering lotion down her long slender legs, the skirt riding up her hips to reveal the black lace garters underneath.\nHer curly locks were pinned into a prim bun, but she would easily be able to release the heavy locks during her performance. The police hat laying upon her vanity reminded her that she should be on stage. As she reached for her shoes the dressing room door flew open. Charlotte twisted around, seeing her co-star Candy standing in only a G-string.\n?? Candy-?\n?? Lottie! You ??ave to see this. The finely dressed people on the box are talking ??bout ??the sickness!? With that, Candy bounded away, her large breasts bouncing as she gathered with the other?’s around the television nestled at the bar. The blonde woman was completely oblivious to her nudity, comfortable in the heated bar of Alaska.\nCharlotte sighed, forgetting her props and shoes as she trotted after Candy, intent on bringing the excitable woman back to the dressing room. They didn't?’t have much more time to waste. Charlotte couldn't?’t afford to get fired at this point. Cringing in disgust at the large man passed out on the table she made her way into the main parlor.\n?? Candy-? She called, only to get a rude shush from a costumer as he leaned forward to turn the television up. Charlotte relented, shifting to the bar she looked for a spot to view the news. Leaning forward she peered past broad shoulders and bedazzled bodies.\n???-Close up windows, stock food and stay clear of all infected peoples. Currently, the Government is remaining silent about this new illness, only stating that we follow emergency protocol. However, Doctor Evans has a theory. Dr. Evan?’s thank you for joining us.?\n?? You?’re welcome.?\n?? Tell us about this horrible epidemic that has taken love ones and swept without hindrance through the world's greatest nations.?\n?? Well, from what I can tell, the symptoms are high aggression, exceeded acuteness to light and sound. The victims of this illness lose all consciousness and ability to recognize right from wrong.?\n?? It sounds like a case of rabies.?\n?? Haha, not quite, but vaccines are being researched to temper the onslaught against humanity. However, with how fast the disease spreads, we are unsure that our endeavors will be able to aid those already afflicted.?\n?? Dr. Evans, any idea why the Government is not answering the public's question? The military has begun to use deadly force to quarantine those even potentially ill. This has become a panic that the world has not seen in centuries.?\n?? I can not speak for the Government, but you can trust that those in the medical field are going above and beyond to discover and then distribute a cure to the masses. The military is in place to keep order, as you can see with the recent looting that when disaster strikes, hierarchy fall through in the panic.?\n?? Thank you again Dr. Evans, now we go to Shelia Manner outside the Government building, Sheila??\n?? Sheila???\n?? I?’m sorry, it seems we are having some technical difficulties, please stand by...?\nCharlotte frowned, perplexed. It merely sounded like an intense fear of the flu. However, as the news continued those around her began to shift uneasily. They turned to gaze at each other and then into the dark paneled windows, as if expecting to see a monster approaching in the darkness."
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"value": "One stripper left the stage, and two exit, not one staying on; figures. Seymour sighed as he returned to his drink, swirling the overflowing liquid about, not necessarily concerned that some of it sloshed onto the counter. He was sure worse things had been on the counter. The room grew silent as the TV was turned up, and for a lack of anything better to do, he listened. To him, it was all just some far off thing, something that would not be too relevant to him; actually, he was glad it gave the government something to do. Better them fight off this epidemic then put him--\nTHWACK!\nSeymour jumped and looked over his shoulder, the silence of the bar was shattered, as something slammed into the frosted window. It was but a dark blur, that left a dark smudge where it had hit. The strippers, the drunks, the fearful, they all shrieked, and suddenly the bar was overtaken by chaos. Seymour winced, as the bickering on what was going on started, and the inane worries of the scared filled the rather empty bar. Groaning, he picked the glass up, held it to these lips, and downed it. It burned going down, but in this mess, or the mess that was sure to follow, he was sure it would turn out to be a good idea.\n\"Shut up!\" He yelled, his glass slamming down on the counter. The bickering stopped, the inane chatter ceased, and all eyes were on him. Before anyone could question him, he stood and pointed to the window. \"That was a bird; a fucking bird flew into the window! A single fucking bird flies into the window, and you all lose your minds! Jesus Christ, get yourselves together!\"\n\"Oh, so what, you think you know what is going on tough guy?! Why don't you explain what is going on, if you are so damn brave!?\" A big, burly bearded man yelled, his suspenders tight against his large body.\nSeymour, taken back as the man approached him, who stood at an equal six feet-two inches, but weighing probably twice as much he did, suddenly found himself scrambling for something to say. After all, he was staring down a man that probably cut logs with his bare hands and wrestled bears.\n\"What, is that all you got--\"\n\"Steve, don't start anything!\" One of the strippers tried to step in\n\"-- tough guy?\" Steve jabbed at Seymour's chest with a thick, meaty finger.\nSuddenly finding the diplomatic approach to be a better one, Seymour raised his hands up in a defensive gesture, \"Hey... hey, calm down, we're all on edge, right? I'm just trying to suggest that we all keep our cool.\"\nSteve didn't buy it, and so he grabbed Seymour by the shirt, \"Know what? I'm the bouncer here and your ass is getting the curb!\"\n\"No, no, wait!\" Seymour pleaded, his hands grabbing desperately at Steve's balled fists.\nAs much as he might try, Steve was the stronger bigger man, and so when he was lifted from the ground, the stitches of his white, dress shirt stressing he knew he was going to out in the cold."
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"value": "Even Charlotte started at the sudden sound. Her lips parting as a surprised gasp whispered past her lips. She teetered then, as Candy clutched to her slender form. The woman?’s breasts were hard as a rock, enhanced by the men?’s hard-earned dollar.\n?? Oi! Did ya hear that, Lottie? What could it ??ave been?? Lottie turned slightly, placing her hand on top of Candy?’s, ?? Its-? She was interrupted as the irritable patron spoke up. Her chocolate eyes glared at him, his sudden outburst, though reasonable, only added to the tension within the room.\nCandy shrieked hysterically next to the shorter woman?’s ear, ?? Lottie!?\n?? Hush.? She hissed, ?? You heard him, it?’s probably just a bird. Now, let me get changed and get your things and I?’ll take you home. There?’s no need to get all frazzled? Candy nodded as Charlotte practically ran to the dressing room. She trembled silently until Steve grabbed the regular by the shirt.\nCandy shrieked again, the sound grating and high as she bounded forward, grasping onto Steve?’s hairy forearm, tense in his anger. ?? No Steve, ya can?’t just put ??em out in the cold! We don?’t rightly know what?’s out there!? Tugging aggressively at his arm as her large breasts bounced, Candy whimpered hysterically. The rest of the occupants of the bar stood frozen save for some of the girls' complaints at Steve?’s temper.\nDistracted for a moment Steve turned towards the lady, shoving her back with his elbow not so gently. The voluptuous woman staggered backwards until her lower back hit the edge of the bar.\nMeanwhile, Charlotte had undressed rather hastily, pulling her hair from the prim bun. She had adorned a dark red, loose fitting turtle-neck. Not bothering to replace her bra, she rushed to find her boots, pulling them on over her worn jeans. Grabbing her coat and most of Candy?’s belongings she rushed out just in time to see Steve push Candy to the side.\nIn a flurry of anger Charlotte came rushing forward, pushing the pile of cloths onto the bar as she rushed over. Another woman reached for Charlotte, worried that her next action would cause more conflict, but the lithe woman evaded; intent on her goal. She was tiny compared to the man, but she could still reach him. Using her body weight to aid her she propelled her fist in the back of Steve?’s head where his skull met his spine.\n?? What the fuck do you think you are doing!? She screamed.\n?? Lottie, I?’m okay!? Came the plaintive voice of Candy from the side.\nBut, as Charlotte reached again follow up her attack on the man another loud crash was heard from outside the establishment doors, accompanied by a screech that no one within could have possibly made."
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"value": "Steve was dazed; it was like someone had set off fireworks in his skull and never bothered to notify him. There was a sharp pain at the base of his skull, and his vision was clouded with black dots. His grip loosened, and he staggered forward, one hand flying to the back of his head. With a grunt, or a groan, it was a rage induced mixture, he looked over his shoulder, just in time to see Charlotte raise her fist to him.\n\"Who the fuck do you think you--\" He began to shout, his one-handed grip still enough to hold the struggling Seymour steadfast. Then suddenly, the bar was penetrated by a blood-curdling scream, one that sent shivers up your spin and caused your blood to run cold. The scream was enough to wipe the rage from Steve's mind as his eyes fixed on the door, and while he didn't realize it, Seymour's shirt slipped through his fingers.\nNow free from the \"monster's\" grip, Seymour was instead too focused on his own well-being to worry too much about what was going on outside. It wasn't good, but it had everyone distracted, so now was the time to flee. Nearly stumbling he turned around, his knee slamming into a stool. He let out a groan and reached down to hold his knee, as he hurried around the bar, and through a door that lead to the kitchens. It was eerily quiet in the kitchen, and for a strip joint, it was surprisingly clean. He tried the back door, the one the cooks used to bring the trash to the dumpsters, but he found it to be locked. Cursing his luck, he bounded for another door, which lead to a small hallway. It was somewhat cold, and various erotic posters lined the walls of its narrow length. He passed a few doors, some of which had names on them, but one door was open, and it rested at the end of the hall."
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"value": "Donovan Maddox had been preparing a long time for this night. For years, he'd been saving up money, keeping his head down, and simply gathering all the things he needed. Thousands, perhaps millions of dollars had been put into this night, and now he could finally make good on his plans. There was a half-hour before the Purge would commence, and New York was in more of a hurry than normal. Don was simply going through his checklist:\nAll in all, he was ready. After doing a few quick checks of his car, he found that he would be ready to go out for the night. Then again, this was his first time. Did he really have enough when he was going up against a city full of psychos? He didn't know. All he could do was hope it was enough and that everything went off without a hitch. His Mustang wasn't the biggest car out there. Sure it was bulletproof, armored, and fully gassed, but people would be driving their own tanks. His only redeeming qualities were training, plenty of ammo, and a goal. He was going to get rid of the psychos and the truly despicable human beings that graced this earth. He finally had a chance to change it for the better. Maybe his methods were a bit excessive but maybe excessive was what he needed. He ran a hand through his short hair and began to lock up his house. He would be out of time soon, and he needed to be on the streets.\nThe Purge was good for the American people supposedly. Clearly the statistics showed that they did something for the country, but good people died regardless because of these very same scumbag assholes. The Purge gave everyone in America the power they needed to take care of the dirty business. It gave regular citizens the power of being able to become a vigilante and to kill those very same criminals."
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"value": "Alex ran up the stairs of her porch and opened the door to be greeted by the smell of dinner already on the stove. She shut the door and threw her backpack on the couch and sighed kicking off her shoes as if it was any other normal day. She walked into the kitchen rolling up the sleeves of her flannel and saw her mother over the stove stirring sauce, pasta was boiling, and another pan had meat being sauteed. Her mother smiled and handed her the wooden spoon to have a test bite and Alex licked it nodding and smiling.\nI wanted to start dinner early so we could get a head start on locking up the house. Everyone get home from school all right? She asked and Alex pulled her iPhone from her jeans texting. I think Botha let school out an hour early to give everybody extra time to get home. I gave Susan a ride.\nWhile her mother finished cooking and setting the table Alex locked the doors, the windows and started barricading the front and back entrances. They lived in a nice medium class one level three-bedroom house with a basement but they didn't have enough for a security system for the purge. There mother worked a full-time job at a doctor's office as a secretary and a part-time job at a local retail shop on the weekends. They were in the process of saving up for it and hopefully would be able to purchase one and have it installed within the next few years. For now, they blocked all houses and pretty much locked themselves in the basement. They had fixed the basement up so it was livable for a night. One side was carpeted with a long couch that pulled into a bed and there was a TV set with cable, and they filled a cooler with beverages and snacks. They kind of pretended it was like a camping out. They didn't have any real enemies and did there best not to make any.\nTwo Hours Later 6:59 P.M.\nBoth Ale and her mother were downstairs in the basement with the television on both sitting on the couch. Alex was curled on her side holding up her head with her elbow propped on the armrest. They had no reason to be too fearful because it had been years since anything dangerous had happened to them. But Alex wouldn't remember when the purge had taken her fathers' life when she was only five. They had lived down town in a small shitty apartment and someone had decided to target him.\nThis is not a test\nThis is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of The Annual Purge, sanctioned by the U.S. Government.\nWeapons of Class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted.\nGovernment officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.\nCommencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.\nPolice, fire and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 am, when the Purge concludes.\nBlessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May god be with you all.\nAlex checked her phone to see it was exactly 7 pm, and looked up at a small window that was now boarded up with a metal plank. They couldn't see outside. The Sirens sounded, she hated that sound. She sometimes had nightmares about them randomly starting. There was exactly seven cycles of it and she gulped closing her eyes."
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"value": "Donovan sighed as he climbed into his car. He put the key in the ignition and then put his flash drive into the cars' system. The flash drive wasn't very special. It simply had his music to keep him in a confident and fighting mood. Just like how it was for the PMC he had once been a member of. He turned the key as the engine revved to life. The first song to hit him was rather melancholy, but it fit his mood perfectly. This was going to be one bloody night. As the song reached the lyric 'Don't go around tonight. It's bound to take your life, there's a bad moon on the rise', he began to second guess himself. Was this what he really wanted to do. He took a final moment to think about it, finally deciding that he wanted to do this. It was his duty now. He was going to die anyway. Why not die on his own terms? Opening the garage doors, he rolled out of the garage, closing it and engaging the heavy-duty locks on the doors. Don drove through the now empty streets as the sirens began to whine. Ashe second song was beginning to play, he could feel himself ready to do what needed to be done. He engaged the tint on the glass and drove through the streets, his trunk full of weapons, his trench knife and Beretta's on his person, his sawed off in the glove box.\nIn Alex's neighborhood, whooping and shouting could be heard. The occasional gunshot popping off or the sound of a car rushing away. In the street outside the house, you could see a large delivery van stopped outside of her home. Who were they there for? Who did they want? The house across the street or them? The back of the delivery van opened and armed thugs climbed out of the van. Some had guns, mostly hunting shotguns or other run-of-the-mill small arms. The others had fire axes, bats, machetes, knives. Then behind them came the more threatening of the group 5 men in full body armor and carrying military equipment climbed out. \"That house and this one\" said one pointing to the house across the street and then Alex's house. They were coming for them."
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"value": "It least for the first forty minutes nothing was out of the ordinary other than the distant echoes of gunfire. Their neighborhood in particular wasn't very active during the purge but it still wasn't safe to sit out on your front porch. Alex had fallen asleep on the couch as her mother was pulling laundry out of the dryer and putting it into a basket. She looked over at Alex admiring her with a slight smile. Alex was her pride and joy. She was doing the best she could work two jobs to keep them afloat and in the current house they were in. It wasn't great but it least it wasn't a shithole. It was in a fairly nice neighborhood, they kept there bill paid, and they were saving for security and Annie was doing her best to work on the college fund her father had started her.\nEverything was completely normal except for March 22nd every year when the purge happened. That night seemed surreal compared to the other 364 days. They had been blessed. For years, they had been safe, unharmed by the vengeful night. She put the basket on top of a makeshift table she used for folding and started hanging clothes on hangers. She wanted to sleep, but she knew she couldn't, not until 7 am hit the clock. Despite them being safe she wanted to always be away to make sure. That was when gunfire was heard right outside the house startling both Annie and Alex. Alex jolted upwards gasping out and Annie rushed over to her daughter as they continued to hear the chaos outside.\nWhat's happening. There people outside? Alex whispered as her mother held her on the couch.\nI-I-I don't know.shhhhhhh. Annie said holding her daughter close while brushing her bangs back resting her chin on her head. She prayed they are just passing by and they wouldn't enter, they couldn't. That was until they heard a huge noise and Alex tried not to cry out as Annie put her hand over her mouth silencing her. They had broken down the barricade upstairs and were now filing inside the house calling out demands. Everything at this moment was out of perspective as it felt like time slowed as they could hear them slowly knocking down the shields to the lower basement.\nAnnie got off the couch pullingAlexwith her trying to run to the other side of the basement to start ripping off the metal sheets on the window. Just as she grabbed a screwdriver they busted down the door and shined bright lights and Annie grabbed Alex crying out. The men grabbed both Alex and Annie restraining them by tying their hands behind their backs and putting duct tape over their mouths. As they were forced upstairs and through the house Annie attempted to head but one making her own eyebrow bust open but was only hit with a baton making her fall to the floor, having to be carried out. Alex could be heard crying out muffled from underneath the duct tape and fell to her knees as she was pushed down onto the grass in her front yard. She bent over looking to see her mother in pain and bloodied in the face."
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"value": "The men in armor made their way to the front door, shotguns ready as they stopped at the front door. The three men EAC put a shotgun to a location on the door. 2 at the hinges, and one where the lock would be. They nodded and all fired at the same time, blowing the door off its hinges. They immediately got to work on the barricade. \"Remember, the High Rollers want them alive and unspoiled\" called one of the armored men. They came like a flood that couldn't be held back, breaking through the barricades, the locks the doors. They made their way down towards the basement. The moment they found them, they were trying to escape through a boarded up window. They quickly restrained them and began to make their way up the steps towards the van.\nFrom down the street, the sound of a muscle car engine could be heard as it approached. The men looked at each other and then looked to the armored men. \"Take care of it\" they said. The thugs nodded and began to make their way towards the noise.\nThe noise was coming from an armored Mustang. It was painted a sleek black, the windows tinted. On the hood was 2 M60 machine guns. Inside was Donovan as he drove quickly down the road. He watched as the thugs got on dirt bikes and drove towards the car. Donovan smirked and flipped a switch on his steering wheel. With a quick press of the buttons on his steering wheel the guns chattered to life. The firing rate was slow but loud. The thugs didn't stand a chance as he mowed them down. His car screeched as spun to a stop. He grabbed his M4 and jumped out of the passenger door as the thugs began to open fire. He cursed to himself for not investing in a couple flash bangs. Furthermore, he needed to think for a moment and knew immediately how to get the upper hand. Furthermore, he rolled onto his belly and slipped under his car. Furthermore, he popped off a few rounds quickly, dropping the thugs and putting the mercenaries on their ass.\nDonovan quickly rolled out from under the car and shouted. \"Get in! Get in now!\" he yelled to the women as he continued to fire, keeping the mercenaries out the fight, so the girls could run. He kept shooting, careful not to hit the girls as he opened the passenger door and pushed the seat forward so they could climb into the backseat. He prayed they moved quickly, this was going to be a quick getaway and something told him this was just the beginning of a long ass night."
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"value": "Annie was able to push off the ground and start running for the armed mustang behind her daughter, as it was, there only hope. They climbed in the back seat and Annie was trying to untie the ropes that bound her hands together. They both had duct tape over their mouths with their hands restrained. More gunfire and explosions went off and Annie leaned closer toward her daughter already being snug in the backseat. She broke out of the ropes and ripped off the duct tape breathing out and started undoing her daughters restraints. Alex gasped out crying looking behind outside the car. There was no site of the man that had saved there lives until they saw him swiftly shut the passenger door and round around to the driver's seat to slide in. The car came screeched as it sped off down the street leaving the van and taken down men in the neighborhood.\nAnnie with heavy breath looked in the review mirror trying to get a good look at their savior as Alex had a better view being on the right backhand side. Annie didn't even know what to say, this was a nightmare. She leaned back making sure Alex was ok, she was trembling and in shock. They literally had eleven hours to survive until the purge was over.\nT-Thank you. Annie said in a humble tone and nodded at him from the back seat. Alex was breathing hard with silent tears streaming down her cheeks. All she could think about was when her father was killed, how she remembered men breaking down their apartment years ago and her mother grabbing and sheltering just as she heard the gunfire go off that killed her father."
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"value": "Great Fairy : Aura Media\nAura clenched and unclenched her fist sighing softly, getting used to this human form was going to take some work. Leaning her head back she closed her eyes and let everything that had happened wash over her. She knew this day would come, the Mother of all fairies had foretold it but, to think all of it would happen in one day was a bit....unreal to say the least.\nIt hadn't been long after the Hero of Time had beaten the King of Evil and the Sages had sealed him away, the Mother had appeared before her and told her that one day a woman would come to her and that she would be a descendant of one of the six sages. She was told that she must aid this woman to fully awaken her as a sage so that she may protect the Triforce of courage from all evil that may seek its power. While she knew of the Mothers powers, she did not think this would come to pass. The Triforce of courage was within the Hero of Time, surely it was safe there.\nHowever, a day came when the Hero of Time left Rule, and she knew what the mother had meant. The Triforce of Courage, connected to Rule separated from him splitting into eight pieces and scattering over Rule. Even a small piece of the Triforce could cause trouble when in a monsters hands. She had also noticed that since the King of Evil had been sealed other small monsters and creatures began to emerge causing trouble in various parts of Rule. An unease had settled within her heart, surly the prophecy the Mother had foretold could not be happening so soon? Not long after a woman had come to her seeking to be healed and while one needed to play the ocarina to summon any Great Fairy, she heard the woman's voice echo around in her shrine. The time had come to play her role though she had no idea what that truly had meant.\nOpening her eyes she sighed once more, for one...she didn't know she'd actually have to take on a human form. In leaving her fountain she could not contain her spirit and her powers had waned. No human form could withstand the powers of a Great Fairy. \".... I need to help her train....\" she murmured to herself. She'd been saying that since entering this form, she hated feeling so weak and powerless. \".... It's been too long since I've walked among man....\" she thought letting her head drop. In this form she was susceptible to wounds of the flesh, pain, weariness; everything that a human experienced....and apparently that included emotionally. Just getting used to everything was going to be an adventure all its own. She wasn't sure how much help she'd be to this would be sage when she herself was inside a shell that she wasn't used to.\nFrowning she shifted to the side slightly and reached into her side pouch and removed an Ocarina. Re-positioning herself she stared at the ocarina for a long, long time. \"The Ocarina of Time.\" she whispered. She was supposed to entrust it to the sage, frowning she replaced the Ocarina into her pouch and looked behind her at the small camp they had set up. They needed to get moving soon, the uninhabited areas of Rule tended to be dangerous. The monsters came out in hordes to attack single travelers these days.\nStanding up she stretched and let out a satisfied groan when several \"pops\" trailed up her spine. She stood there a moment before turning around and walking into camp \"Aretha?\" she hollered out. \"We need to get moving.\" she said looking around her.\nGood Goddess she missed her powers."
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"value": "Aretha IMA'gin\nAretha sat with her back to a large stone not far from the camp, watching the sun slowly coming up over the eastern horizon. Her dark green eyes looked for the telltale glint off the sand of her home, feeling a pang of homesickness tighten in her heart. Clearing her throat and willing the tears away the young Gerardo brushed the slight bit of moisture from her eyes. It had been a long time since she had been to her home in the heat of the desert. The fortress that stood barring the way deeper into the sands of her home, and far away set into the side of a mountain the temple of the spirit stood.\nHer mother had left to go to that temple many years before, and had never returned. Aretha knew that it was because of her destiny that had called her to be a sage. However, the pain of losing her mother at a young age had never left her. It didn't help that she was so different from all the other girls at the fortress, and her mother had been the only one to understand and help her cope with it. Biting her lower lip hard she forced her mind away from the hellish years after her mother had left. No matter how important it was it still was hell on her child to have to be alone.\nAretha had thrown herself into her training trying to make up for any differences that she might have, differences that she felt made her weak. Despite those feelings she had excelled with the use of her twin knives, never having been beaten when wielding them. Still with all the success she had never felt she fit in, always felt like an outsider. Finally, she abandoned her heritage, discarding the clothes and traditions of the Gerardo, she went to find her way in the world on her own.\nThings had been going rather well honestly till the group of monsters attacked her three nights ago. Having been able to barely fend them off and taking many deep cuts in the process she had crawled her way to a cave. She knew the legends and recognizing the cave for what it was she had called out to the great fairy of the fountain to save her life. Honestly she hadn't thought to live out the night, let alone now have a traveling companion.\nTurning her head at the sound of Aura's voice she sighed deeply and stood up. Brushing her long skirts back down into place she turned to return to the camp. She wore a corset top that came up over her shoulders and down her arms, over a set of skirts that had many long cuts up them. It allowed her to maintain the speed that normally only pants provided, but also hide her dark secret from the world. Only once in a while when doing some daring acrobatic maneuver would skirt part enough to even show her leg let alone anything else.\nComing back into camp she looked at the great fairy taken human form and smiled slightly. \"Ready when you are.\" She knelt down gathering her bedroll and the few things she still possessed putting them into the pack she carried with her. In moment, she was standing and ready to start the next day of walking."
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"value": "Great Fairy : Aura Media\nAura watched Aretha walk back into camp and silently begin to gather her things up. She herself began to gather her things up as well; it was bothersome not being able to just....poof and be finished. She let out a depressed sigh while stuffing a few things into her bag. Furthermore, she glanced over at the young Gerardo, it was odd having a constant companion, true....it had only been a day with her company but still, the last companion she'd had was when the Hero of Time had come to her so that she may aid him in his quest. Sure there had been others in the past who'd also come to her, but they were few and far between so having someone around for a full day was a bit of an anomaly for her.\nIt didn't take that to clean the camp up, they worked quickly and in silence until they had finished. Aura looked up at the girl and considered her for a long moment. \"We haven't had much time to talk....what with everything that happened yesterday.\" she said straightening up from her bag. \"Before deciding on a location....you'll need to explain a bit about yourself.\" she said hauling the bag over her shoulders. \"We'll walk and talk....\" she said walking past Aretha. She heard Aretha's footsteps behind her \"So.... Explain a little bit about yourself.\" she said looking up through the tree's."
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"value": "Aretha IMA'gin\nAfter having packed her things and dumped water all over the fire Aretha had been ready to go waiting only for her companion. As they started to walk through the woods Aretha had nothing to say used to being alone while she traveled, having a companion was something strange for herself. She honestly didn't understand why this fairy had come out of her fountain in the first place. All she had asked was for healing to save her life from the monsters attacking her.\nSighed she looked over at the great fairy that called herself Aura and shook her head in response to the questions, though they hadn't really been asking anything. It honestly was more of a demand to know something and demands being made on her rubbed Aretha just the wrong way. Her eyes narrowed a little before sighing, she was smart enough to know the fairy probably didn't mean to be rude just wasn't experienced socially. \"When wanting to know something about someone it is best to ask not tell them to explain about themselves. For example, 'Would you mind explaining a little more about yourself please?' Would have been a much better way to ask for information.\" She sighed softly as she walked down the pathway looking ahead, if they kept on this road they should be at the plains of Julia before noon. \"There is not much to tell.\" She just left it there."
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"value": "Great Fairy : Aura Media\nAura kept a slight watch on her companion noticing her shake her head here and there. Letting out a soft sigh herself she pursed her lips, why did things have to be so troublesome? They had been walking for a while before Aretha responded with the \"nothing\" answer. Maybe there was a mistake...no way a future sage would be so troublesome. She furrowed her brows, then again it was her voice that had reached past the fountain into her resting place....so it could be no mistake. Aura let her head drop forward slightly and shook her head, lying to a Great Fairy wasn't a perfect way to get things going. It wasn't her trying to make conversation asking about her life, it was something sheath know in order to understand how she needed to help her.\n\"Neither of us like traveling in the company of others and prefer our solitary existences.\" she started saying looking through the tree's. \"You should already understand why I'm traveling with you from what I explained to you yesterday after bringing you back from the brink of death.\" she said frowning a bit. She remained quite for a little while before continuing \"You don't want me here....but, if I didn't fulfill my obligations to the Great Mother and left you alone...you'd just end up in another hopeless fight, and you really would die, and we can't let you leave this world yet.\" she said sighing a bit afterword. \"Probably don't like the idea of having others meddle in your affairs but, your role is far more important than personal feelings....\" she said glancing down at her hands. Yeah....more important, she didn't exactly want to be out in this world....out here if her body is destroyed her spirit is vulnerable to the evil of the world...she could be utterly destroyed. She stared at her physical form a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth, she stayed like that for a long while before blinking and glancing back up.\n\"I'm not going to beat around the bush with you. It seems like it would be pointless. I don't understand human emotions well, and I don't understand the need for a false politeness when asking a serious question.... If it seemed like I was demanding...it's because I was. I have to know your background otherwise we'll get nowhere and the longer you dance around the edges...the longer you will have to travel with me.\" she said keeping her gaze ahead. After another moment of silence she turned her head to Aretha \"However I can understand you may not want to talk about it now.... Next time though....don't lie about it. A Gerardo woman traveling alone so far from the sands who almost ends up dying isn't exactly a \"Not much to tell.\" she said returning her gaze to the path ahead. She may not understand the emotions of humans or how they work, but she knew she'd been harsh.\nShe really couldn't help it though, the woman needed to understand at least one thing; she wasn't here to be nice and coddle her. Furthermore, she was here to keep her safe and to hopefully make her realize her true potential as the Sage of Spirits. Right now though....that seemed like it might be a bit far off. Before long the tree's began to thin, and you could just make out the sprawling fields of Rule. \"As of now.... I'll keep from demanding information from you and just keep to helping protect you.\" she said a little more softly. She had a strong inkling that the Gerardo woman probably did not appreciate her gesture all that much. Silence once more settled over the group of two as they traveled along the path. It slowly began to wind downwards into the Fields. \"I do need to know....where is it that you are heading?\" she asked with a slight raise of her brow."
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"value": "Aretha sighed softly trying her best to keep calm. She had dealt with too many people like this in her life, that thought they knew what was best for her to do in her life. She bit her own lip trying her best not to say anything that would be hurtful. It wasn't the great fairy's fault that Aretha had been born with expectations on her, but god if she kept talking about it, she was going to get all the anger that had been building up in Aretha in all these years.\nSighing deeply as they stepped out into the plains Aretha took a moment to let the cool wind wash over her. It brought with it all the scents of the plains, all the flowers and grass that covered it, all the scents of the lands that connected to it, not blocked by any great mountain or anything. She could smell the water from lake Julia the slight burn in the air from the mountain of fire, and the soft dust of her home. Her heart pulled at her chest as she thought of the feeling of the winds on the sands.\nFinally, she turned back to the great fairy. \"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just going. I have no idea where I want to go or what I want to do. I just want to do it all. Furthermore, I'm not going to be locked in a cage by anyone or anything. Destiny or my mother, neither one has control on my life, I will be who I am. And it doesn't matter who I was, you want to know about my past ask someone else because I don't want to ever remember it.\" She turned and started to walk out into the knee-high grass of the plains just picking a direction and walking."
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"value": "For the people of New York, the day was as normal as it always was. They had easily recovered from the Alien attack, though no one was calling it that. Most people didn't even believe there had been an 'attack' at all, but then human's had always been good at denial. Thor had returned three weeks after the attack to help with the cleanup and to inform the Avengers that Odin had stripped Loki of his magic, and banished him to earth. Thor promised them that Loki was no threat, and after a week not neither seeing, nor hearing from Loki, most of the Avenger's relaxed and decided that Loki suffering as a human was probably the ultimate punishment for the God. That didn't stop Natasha from requesting Tony to keep Jarvis on constant lookout for the God. Three weeks after being dumped on earth, Jarvis found Loki... in a very surprising place. A Mental Ward. According to the medical files Jarvis brought up, two random joggers had come across Loki in an alley, looking like shit and bleeding to death from wounds on his wrists, and neck.\nThat was the public's awareness of it, those that even realized someone had been 'attacked' in an alley. Jarvis and Tony knew better. According to the Personal reports, the people who had performed the emergency surgery on Loki to stitch his wrists and throat back up, they had to resuscitate the God three times, and every time Loki woke up, he begged them to let him die. Loki claimed he was not being punished enough on Earth, that he needed to be in Hell where he belonged. He said many things about 'the voices will return' and at one point, a bit one of the Doctors who was trying to work on Loki's neck. Once they had him physically stable, they moved him to the Psych ward... where Loki promptly escaped and tried to leap off the top of the hospital, realizing that blood-loss wasn't going to be enough to kill him. He failed to make it all the way up the building, and had collapsed in the stairwell, far too weak from Blood-loss to make it up all those stairs. The Doctor commented that he was amazed that Loki even managed to make it up a whole flight. Now Loki was restrained with soft leather cuffs and straps so that he couldn't get out of bed and try to kill himself again.\nThere were Camera's on him at all times, and an alarm system in place. If Loki managed to get free of his straps, the alarms would sound and doctors would be there to stop him from trying to kill himself again. Loki looked like shit, his hair was filthy, he was way too thin, his clothes where ragged and tattered. Which didn't make any sense at all because even though it was a punishment, Loki had a bank account filled with thousands of dollars so he could support himself. Odin knew Loki wasn't strong enough to survive without help, and wasn't that just another slap in the face for the trickster god? What had Loki been doing in the three weeks he'd been on earth!? He looked like he'd been sleeping in alleyways and starving to death. Thor didn't even seam to realize anything was wrong, he was happily going about his life, helping people rebuild their houses, he didn't seam the least bit concerned that Loki hadn't been seen once in three weeks, assuming that his little brother was simply 'sulking in the darkness of his home'. Apparently not."
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"value": "Tony had no problem keeping an eye on the God that had destroyed half of his city andhisbuilding in particular. Using SHIELD'S resources that he had been tapped into since he had been called upon the flying ship it wasn't hard to find him when he had been admitted to a facility. Since he was already in the system he had kept an eye on Thor as well, wondering if he had anything to do with Loki's downfall or if he had tried to help him in any way. It had taken him a week at most to return his building to its pre-alien invasion state, and he had been working on his ideas for using clean energy since then. Jarvis had let him know that Loki's face had been detected though the match was fairly low due to him being so emaciated and sickly looking. His wounds didn't sound as though he was attacked, Tony was looking through the charts the hospital had on Loki, even without his magic his fighting skills were much better than that. They had to have been self-inflicted and that would have been very strange for the God. He was much too full of himself to do something like that.\nBeing Tony Stark was enough to get you into just about anywhere in Manhattan and certainly when he was also am avenger who had helped to be down Loki's reign of terror. He was lead into Loki's room, grimacing at the stark white walls, that was enough to drive someone crazy on its own. \"Hey there reindeer games, how about that drink?\" He asked, a smirk on his face before he realized just how bad he looked. \"I'm going to have you moved to Stark Towers. I don't know what's wrong with you, but I know it's about a hundred times better than here.\" It was a statement. Not an argument or a question. It would happen whether Loki wanted it or not and if Tony had to have him tied up there as well then so be it. But he knew he could take care of a banished god better than these doctors, no offense to them but there was something about Loki with the Tesseract that just wasn't right. Jarvis would not stop taking when he got Loki back home, telling him about what he had done \"Thank you, Jarvis, will you please just get his room ready?\"\nWell. There was no reason to let anyone else know that he was housing the God just yet. He had Jarvis make some food that would be easy on his stomach and got him assume more blankets and things. \"Now Jarvis isn't going to let you kill yourself so don't get any smart ideas. Why did you do it anyway? It seems like a big step to go from threatening an entire city with subjugation to attempting suicide. Don't you think?\" Tony asked him, sitting at hours side drinking Bourbon. It wasn't that big of a deal to him to have him in his home. He didn't have his magic and having a suit of armor was a pretty good method of defense regardless."
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"value": "Loki opened his eyes and looked over at Tony as he heard the man speak and a little sound of almost desperation left Loki's mouth as he turned away, trying desperately to ignore the infuriating annoyance that was Tony Stark. \"I am not allowed to drink. Go away.\" Loki ordered, his voice barely a rasp. He hadn't talked in a while either apparently. \"I don't want to go to that infernal eyesore you call a Tower, Man of Iron. I just want to lay here and waste away.\" he ordered, panting slightly just from the effort of talking. Of course, the doctors there wouldn't let him waste away, he already had IV's attached feeding him liquids and nutrients. He didn't want to go to Stark Tower, the symbol of everything that he had done wrong. The scene of his greatest crime... how could he have done it!? It took only minutes to have Loki transferred out of bed and into a chair, where he was also strapped down so he couldn't try to escape... not that he could walk away, he was too week to even stand on his own at the moment. Dying three times and being turned away by your only daughter does that to a guy. He tried to struggle when Tony was setting him onto the bed, and he glared as hard as he could at Tony when he failed. There was something wrong in that Glare though, something different, very different. The utter hatred and loathing was still there, mixed with a bit of self-hatred and broken desperation, but that wasn't what was so different... no, what was different wasn't the look in the eyes... it was the eyes themselves.\nThey were green. Not the grayish blue they had been during the attack, but a bright emerald green that sparkled with the hatred he was feeling. \"As if I could kill myself right now anyway, I can't even struggle properly.\" Loki hissed, furious that Tony was just doing as he pleased before he cringed. Actually cringed as if Tony had screamed at him and struck him instead of speaking with that rather simple tone. \"...all those people... dead...\" Loki whispered, sounding rather broken again. \"All those people dying... I tried to fight it, but the voices...\" Loki muttered. \"The Voices had all the control... there was no way to fight back anymore...\" he muttered, swallowing thickly and wincing when that action pulled on his stitches. \"This is my punishment, my never ending torment.\" he whispered before closing his eyes and going to sleep, too exhausted to stay awake anymore. He woke up to the smell of fruit, most of it mashed for easy swallowing. It tickled Loki's nose, he was hungry, he really was... but he wasn't about to let someone feed him, that was just too much if an indignity, even for a suicidal Loki. Although... he'd never had earth fruit before, and he'd always been a curious fellow. He turned his head and examined the tray of soft fruit, recognizing that one as a Banana, it was the only thing he did recognize."
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"value": "Tony had finally noticed that Loki's eyes seemed different, planning on going to see if they had any images of him from New York to see if he had a comparison to make sure he wasn't crazy. Hell, maybe it was some Asgardian thing they could do. He cursed the other when he fell asleep again, why did he have to go and sleep when he was starting to actually say something interesting? From what he was saying he sounded so much more innocent than he had when he was actually committing those murders, even his voice sounded different. A month earlier he sounded so much more confidant and sure of himself instead of these worried, child-like sounds. Oh, well. He couldn't press anything from him while he was sleeping, at least not yet. He was working on something for that, but he wouldn't try it out on Loki. Furthermore, he would still feed him though, mashing up some fruit his throat and his stomach would be able to handle. \"You're going to eat even if I have to force this down your throat so it would be a lot more pleasant if you just ate it the first time. It would taste better too.\" His eyes remained on Loki the whole time, searching his face for any tells of deception or anything other than self-loathing really.\nHe noticed the curiosity of the other and smiled, that was how he would get him. \"You're a God, you should know what all of these are right?\" He asked, looking at them even though most of them were mashed so much they didn't even resemble their natural shapes. He started with the banana since it was mild and most people liked those, holding it in front of his mouth \"c'mon Loki, it's good\" he tried, knowing goading would only get him to be more adamant about not eating anything. Loki, even sick, had perfectly flawless pale skin that contrasted his jet-black hair. He could see the God in him this closely. He had always though Loki resembled a God more than his brother. Thor just looked like a large rugby player who had dressed up and carried a large hammer. They certainly looked nothing alike, and it had made a lot of sense when Thor had admitted to them that Loki had been adopted, and that explained why he had been so mad and had carried out his plan in the first place. Seeing a Loki like he was seeing now threw all of that out the window, and he didn't know what to think. Keeping him alive was just as much about him figuring out what happened to him and why he had done what he had done as it was keeping him alive because it was the right thing to do."
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"value": "Loki stared at Stark for a moment, contemplating his choices and options. He could either fight the other, and ruin all that wonderful smelling food. Or he could suffer the indignity of being fed. If he fought, there was no guarantee he'd win, because he was tired and exhausted and weak... and he hated being weak. But if he let Tony feed him, then he could start getting his strength back, and escape in the future while Tony was gone, and make another attempt... he wasn't going to cut himself again, that was for sure, this was a miserable existence, exactly what he deserved. Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, at least he was being properly punished. He'd have to thank Held later. She'd kicked him out of William... what the humans would call Hell, each time he nearly crossed over. His own damn daughter had kicked him out! \"I am not an After... what you would call 'a god'. Did Thor not tell you? I am not but a monster, an enemy to everyone i ever thought loved me.\" Loki stated simply. \"And besides, I grew up in the beauty of Asgard, why would I know about your filthy human sludge?\" he demanded, voice biting and cold, and yet... still childish, like a little frightened kid who was lashing out because he didn't know what else to do.\n\"...just a bite.\" Loki finally grumbled, too curious for his own good. He took a bite of the soft Banana and closed his eyes, tasted it on his tongue, swallowed and then. \"...I do not think I like banana's.\" he admitted suddenly. \"Are they supposed to taste like that? Disgusting.\" he grumbled looking at the tray. \"I wish to try that one. The tarnish one.\" applesauce. He liked that one a lot more, and allowed Tony to feel him the entire thing. He spat out the mashed oranges immediately, and the canned apricots didn't do much better, though he adored the canned pears and ate that entire dish as well. \"Well go on then. Ask your infernal questions.\" Loki demanded once Tony gave up trying to feed Loki anything more. Loki was as stubborn as a two-year-old having a temper tantrum when he wanted to be, Tony would learn to hate it when Loki set his jaw and narrowed his eyes. Because it meant that Loki wasn't going to give in, or give up, no matter what. \"Does my brother even know you have me? I cannot imagine him allowing such a thing. Even without magic, I am still very dangerous.\" Loki stated, studying Tony. \"I could kill you right now actually. Even as weak as I am.\" and that was a bluff, and Loki was pretty damn sure Tony knew it."
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"value": "As Admiral Zhao held the captive Too in his clutches, the moon became an angry red, cutting away the power of the Water benders from their sole source. Gang, Soda, Kitara, Due and the others approached him and demanded that he put the spirit back into the oasis. Iron, who was devoted to the Four Nations staying separate than being united under the Fire Nation's reign, was more infuriated with Zhao's cruelty.\n\"Whatever you do to that spirit, I'll unleash on you tenfold! Let it go now!\" He demanded of Zhao.\nZhao forcefully obliged and released the Moon Spirit back into the oasis, restoring the red moon to its original white. But then, in a fit of rage, unleashed a streak of fire at the oasis. But at the same time, the only living Air bender, out of reflex, intervened, and sent a kick of air at the Fire bending Master and his flames, sending him into the water and putting him out, saving the spirits from being cooked. Kitara got near Zhao and his soldiers, who were also knocked into the water, and froze them in ice, preventing them from Fire bending.\n\"You might've stopped me, but you can't stop the fleet,\" Zhao told them. \"You're as good as dead.\"\nThen, Gang, with his tattoos glowing brightly, uttered, with the voice of his past lives, \"No. We are not dead. Not yet.\"\nWading into the oasis, as though he were driven by the desire to protect the Northern Water Tribe in any way he knew was possible, and the Avatar State was the answer. The Moon and Ocean Spirits glowed and sunk into the water's deep darkness along with Gang, who followed them. The waters of the oasis and the pool surrounding it rose up into the air and created some sort of monster made of spiritually-enriched water, with the Avatar in a some sort of air bubble and the KOI fish beneath it. It left to seek out any Fire Nation soldiers and when it did, the Water Tribe people would submit and be spared while the enemy was taken by the water until the creature came to the ocean where the fleet was located, trying to retreat. The water creature unleashed giant waves that capsized all but three ships that were too far away for the waves to hit, but the ones that were hit had their passengers trying to swim to safety on some metallic driftwood that came loose from the sunken ships. Soaked and unable to Fire bend, the soldiers were at the mercy of the water beast, which sent more waves and washed them all far away from the tribe.\n-x-\nThe following day, with the spirits safely protected from the Fire benders (and with Zukor and Iron disappearing from the tribe during the defeat of the navy fleet), Chief Ar nook announced that the threat had passed and a time for rebuilding was to begin. Zhao and the few Fire benders that were with him would be taken back to the Fire Nation's waters and left to be dealt with. Master Park decided that he, along with a few Water benders, Healers and soldiers would journey to the Southern Water Tribe to help rebuild.\n\"But Gang still needs to master Water bending,\" Kitara, who had been informed, reminded him.\n\"Well, then, I guess he'll have to start calling you 'Sight Kitara', then, hmm?\" Park told him, declaring her a Master Water bender.\nGang, still a little dazed after what had happened last night, couldn't believe that he entered the Avatar State and defeated an entire navy fleet with the help of the Moon and Ocean Spirits and his own past lives, protecting the entire North Pole from sure destruction. As he looked down at the destroyed buildings that the war had made, he pondered how long the onslaught would continue until he had mastered all the elements and defeated Fire Lord OAI. How much longer were people going to live in fear of the Fire Nation? How long until they lost their homes and the people they loved? And how long until they even lost their hope?\nSoda, on the other hand, was packing up for the group before they set out to the Earth Kingdom in order for Gang to learn Earth bending from Bump, the only Master Earth bender they knew and trusted. While feeding APA some hay. Much was on his mind as the young warrior thought about a certain princess."
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"value": "\"Absolutely not, there is no way I am letting my only daughter join the Avatar on his quest. You are needed here Due, you are betrothed to be married. You must be here, to lead our people in the times ahead. The chief of the Water Tribe told his daughter. His face a wreath of frowns as he looked down at his only child. Putting his hands on her slender shoulders he caught her eye trying to help her understand. Listen my child, the world outside the North Pole is no place for you, you are safe here. You can do good here. With them, you would be but a burden you have no way of protecting yourself.\nOutraged at her father's words the princess of the Northern Water Tribe shook off the familiar hand and stormed from the room. The stinging cold air outside did much to cool her ire. She felt stifled by a father who, while loving her dearly, only saw her worth in an impending marriage. Her eyes traveled out over the water, Soda had shown her so much in the short time he was here. Had made her feel as though she could do more than marry. That she could make a difference. Due liked who she was with Soda, it wasn't just wanting to be with him that prompted her to make her plans for escape, it was a longing to do more, to be more.\nThe group was leaving the next day, it was a fact everyone knew. That night Due was contrite and apologized profusely to her father for her earlier behavior. His relief at her words were obvious, and he set aside his worry that his daughter would leave him.\nEarly the following morning before any in the household was awake Due snuck out of the home she had lived in all her life and towards the Avatar's group, a pack bumping against her slim back as she jogged. It wasn't long before the flying bison came into view, Soda was already there packing the rest of the supplies onto APA's back. Due froze suddenly unsure about the entire plan. The North Pole was her home, it was where she had spent her entire life. And where she would spend the rest of her life, each day the same as the other, an endless sea of unchanging ice. Determined now she gripped her pack tighter and walked towards Soda.\nI'm coming with you guys she said firmly setting her pack down beside Soda's leg."
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"value": "As Soda forked large amounts of hay for the flying bison, his mind continually lizard on the first girl that Soda ever truly loved. Ski was just a fling that happened in the heat of the moment while on Kyushu Island, this was... different. Soda was smitten by her at first site. Things had worked out so well, he played it cool most of the time, other than that time of walking into the water. He thought that this would be the chance to feel like what his father felt for his mother. Then there was that night... the night of the news.\nWhy? Why him of all people?! Why did he have to love a princess that was getting engaged to someone else?!?! He couldn't naive that this was what it was going to be like for the rest of his life, just a bunch of \"maybes\" and nothing serious. What made it worst was that he actually got to meet the man that was going to marry Due. It only made him feel worse. He didn't deserve her, no matter how good of a warrior he clams to be. The idiot couldn't even take down one fire bender. Sighing, he finished feeding APA and sat down on a stool next to him.\nHe reached into his bag and pulled out two items, his bladed boomerang and a whet stone. He turned the stone in his hand a few times, feeling the cold and smooth surface of the stone. Furthermore, he then put the stone over the blade of the boomerang and slid it over, smoothing out the kinks and notches that fire nation armor caused. Furthermore, he repeated the motion until a small sound broke the silence of the pen. The whistle of a bird. He looked up and saw the object of his thoughts in front of him.\nThe forbidden fruit that he would never get to take part of. She dropped a bag beside his feet and announced her accompanying the group. He set the stone and boomerang down. \"I don't think that's a good idea, Due. You have a duty to your people and your...\" He didn't want to say it, but he knew that the words would have to leave his tongue, \"Future... husband.\" The words tasted like rotten fish as they left his mouth."
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"value": "Her lips thinned anger flashing in her pale blue eyes, was that all anyone thought of her as? A trinket to give away? Someone who's only worth was to marry and be an object to admire? Her people had who they needed, her father. She knew where she needed to be, where she wanted to be. Picking up her pack she slung it into the pile with the others, her anger was a palpable thing. Everything seemed to hit her all at once, she had seen what the world had to offer, in a small measure, with Soda, and now she wanted to see it all in all she met was opposition. I think it's a very good idea Soda....all my life I've done my duty by my people. I was even willing to marry Hahn because I believed it was for the good of my people. But what good is it being in a relationship where my husband is only using me to become chief one day. I've seen him, he would not be a good chief despite how great a warrior he is.\nSighing she turned towards Soda again her hand at her neck where her engagement necklace rested, the necklace Hahn had given her the day her father announced their betrothal. I am not a prize Soda, and I am not going to marry him. To prove her point she tore her necklace off heedless of the way the ribbon stung her neck as it came off. Turning she flung it as far away from herself as she could, where it landed in the snow. Either you let me come with you, or I'll find my own way. But either way I'm leaving Soda. She wasn't sure if he would call her bluff or not, for all her strong words her knees felt like jelly and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. If he didn't take her with him, she didn't think she could make it on her own, she would be stuck in a life where everything was decided for her, and a man who didn't care a whit about her was to be her husband.\nThe fight went out of her all at once and her shoulders drooped please Soda she said finally her eyes pleading as she turned them to him. Don't leave me here"
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"value": "Soda did not know the bottle that he uncorked until it all came flooding out. Due was not about to take what Soda was telling her, since apparently her father had given her the SME reasons not to go with them. God knows he would want to take her along with them... but there was the risk of running into Zukor and even more Fire Nation trouble. Putting her with them in those types of situations could lead to disastrous results. He just couldn't put her into that... he couldn't lose her. Though she seemed determined to come with them anyway, whether he consented to it. He couldn't help but smirk as she kept going on and on telling him that she was coming and that she could do more on the outside than here in the North Pole. Soda was wondering if her snow-white hair was going to turn fire red if she went on anymore. Finally, she stopped, most likely tired form driving her point home. Her shoulders drooped in defeat and she sighed. Soda stepped up to her and smiled. \"You know, you're kind of cute when you're mad.\" He then leaned his head in and gave her a kiss on the lips.\nWhen he stopped he leaned back, \"Ok, you can come.\""
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"value": "Hope fluttered in her breast, along with something more she wasn't going to think about at the moment. Really? She asked tremulously unable to believe he had actually agreed, her smile was slow in coming as the words sunk in. Oh, thank you Soda! She cried flinging her arms around him and kissing him soundly on the lips. She was really going, part of her had expected a no, the bigger part had. But it was no lie. Releasing her hold on him, she sank onto the snowbank beneath her feet as the reality of the situation hit her. She was actually going, leaving home. Part of her had always believed it would stay just a dream, to actually be going she felt a little overwhelmed. I can't believe it. Looking up she caught the concerned look in his eye. Oh no, I am not having second doubts so don't even go there Due said pulling herself together. Standing up she brushed the snow from her parka just as Gang and Kitara showed. Unsure of how to announce her accompanying them, she looked towards Soda with a pleading look in her big blue eyes."
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"value": "Soda didn't expect to get a kiss in return, a lot of people didn't like his humorthatmuch. Her jubilation made him feel better about her coming on this journey. He truly did wish to make her happy, but he didn't know how high the cost may come for that wish. Once the breadth of what she was about to undertake hit her she sat down in the snow. It was much like the reaction he had after finding out that Gang was really the Avatar and that they were going to help him with his quest. He knelt down beside her and placed his hand on her shoulder, the soft fur of her parka warming his cold hands. His eyes were concerned if she was really up for this. She caught it and cut off anything that he was going to say by affirming her position.\nThey both stood up and Soda took a deep breath, \"We're really doing this aren't we?\" As his thoughts began to swirl about what was going to happen, Kitara and Gang joined them. It was about time to, they needed to get flying, or they weren't going to get anywhere before nightfall. Due looked toward Soda with begging eyes, asking him to tell them. He had to be cool about this. He quickly grabbed Due's pack and said, \"Oh hey guys, ready to go?\" He then turned his head to the side and coughed/ said, \"Oh yeah- Due's coming with us.\" He then tossed the pack on Opp and smiled. \"Ready?\""
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"value": "Even though he was no longer a boy, Arthur still took the steps two at a time when his father summoned him.\nThe old king had mellowed with age somewhat, his ages smoothing over like a river rock, but his son still hated to risk his ire. Other would never hit the boy, had never laid a hand on him but for his few moments of gentleness, but the old man was still capable of finding punishments. At this age, striking would probably do little good, what with the son sharing the father's stubbornness. Punishment or not, Arthur had hurried from training the knights to answer his father's summons, the stink of young men in dirt and layers of armor and cloth clinging to him.\nMaybe it would do the old king good: over the last fortnight, his health had taken a sudden and surprising turn for the worse. Other had blamed the cold, the food, something in the wine, everything he could but the obvious and Arthur knew it was simply age.\nFunny, the thought of old age creeping up on his father, a death like the slow crumbling of cities. Arthur had never imagined that death for the warrior-king, the slow falling apart from a body in decline because Nature and the Heavens willed that man would not live forever. He'd expected poisoning or battle or maybe even Morgan losing her temper on the poor men (women, after all, were still a different species as far as he was concerned, and perfectly capable of regicide should the moon be in the right place in the sky), but this slow decay over the years? Not even Other was prepared for that.\nArthur nodded to the guards standing at attention near the king's study, his face tinged pink from the cold and exertion. Old, paranoid bastard, he thought, not unkindly (maybe time had smoothed out his own sharp edges concerning his father) and tucked his helmet under his arm. Something... something was off. He knew it the moment when he stepped into the cold, stony room with its heavy furniture that Other sometimes took his appointments in to keep them short. It was too quiet. Too still. ?? Father?? Arthur said carefully, voice small in the stillness, more like a little boy's than a prince.\nHis body knew. His body knew before his mind did, because his mind refused to believe in his father's mortality as he glided over to the slumped form of his father, his heavy cape swishing around his booted feet as he moved, hand out stretched. No. No, Father was just sleeping. He was an old man who still pushed himself and old men, even his father, got exhausted. Certainly he wouldn't ?? Hecouldn'die. Arthur touched his hand and jerked back like he'd been burned by the cold of a body that was no longer a body, but a ??\nA corpse.\nIn a fog much colder than any temperature he had ever known, Arthur returned to the doors with all the grace of a man whose legs had been replaced with wood and, in a voice he could not recognize, told the guard to fetch the physician and the priest. The king was dead. Who was saying that with all that control, with no waver to his voice? Certainly not Arthur, who had just been orphaned in between the time his father had sent down for him and now. The prince turned back, closing the heavy, wooden doors behind him, the sound of them shutting not registering in his mind. Again, he approached the king, slow and wary like a dog that had been beaten. Like a little boy chastised. Who was controlling his body? Certainly not him: he could no longer feel his legs, but when he touched his father's thinning hair, he could feel that.\n?? The King is dead, He repeated hollowly, nervous fingers smoothing his father's hair, his collar, brushing invisible lint from the rich fabric now that the man could no longer see his son's affection for him as ? As what, a weakness? Arthur tried anger. Tried to reach for the thought 'he was never there', but he could not. All he could do was crumple: his shoulders dropped, his helmet fell from his hands and the son pulled what used to be his father to him and sobbed, alone in that dark, drought room made of stone.\nThe king was dead.\nLong live the new king."
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"value": "Gains had been summoned and Merlin was quick to follow. The king was dead?! That did not seem possible. Other seemed far too invincible for this to be true. How could it be? He just could not fathom the thought that King Other could actually no longer be. How could that happen? That man was so strong. He was so very hard to ever beat. He, much like Arthur, imagined him to be killed by a physical opponent not old age. Their King was so very strong. Obviously, he was not immortal. The mood in even the hallway showed him this was not just some false alarm.\nWatching the white-haired man gingerly walk into the room, Merlin kept back. Arthur would need time to mourn. He doubted the blond would wish to even see him. Why would he want to? He was merely a servant. Nothing more to the drinking. King Arthur. That The ring to it was nice, yet the reason was so very bitter. Bitter-sweet. He truly did not like this at all. He knew Arthur would be a good King, but he also knew that it must be horrible that he lost his Father. Furthermore, he could relate. Losing his father. Being an orphan since his mother passed on a few years back, he knew what it was like to feel so suddenly alone, but why would Arthur care about his opinion?\nIn all the years he had been at Arthur's side, the man still did not seem to trust him as much as he should. That something he was hiding probably did not help him at all. The raven-haired male kept to himself, heart racing as he waited to see Arthur. He wanted to help him. He had to. Furthermore, he just did not know how to! What could he do? There was not much that he could do other than be there for him. Other than that, what use would he be? He would not let him be alone. That would only make matters worse. Being alone in this time, would be bad."
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"value": "?? Gaius.? In the time the old physician had taken to come up to the kin-- the former king's study, Arthur had stitched up the pain like a battlefield's wound: quickly, carelessly and with the possibility of becoming something nastier later. No. No, it wouldn't. He'd seen the results of a leader being poisoned by grief. He wouldn't let it happen to him. And Gains had brought Merlin. Fantastic. ?? Thank you for responding so quickly.?\nGains. Now there was someone who had outlasted too many people. Hadn't his father been older than the physician? He could not think of Gains as younger, especially as the old man curled in on himself as he bowed, head turned towards Other's body. Maybe the ancient physician would out live him. ?? Sire, He said, rheumy hands twisting in front of him. ?? Shall I check for--?\n?? I do not believe it was an assassination, Gains, Arthur responded level, body turned slightly from his father's... his father's corpse (the word had a finality to it, heavy like meat, not people). ?? You may certainly run your tests, but I had hoped to speak with you about the living. Before the priest shows.? Instead of the old man, though, he turned his eyes straight on Merlin, the first time really looking at him since the two had come in. ?? I know my father's ... stance on magic. But I also know you have connections with those who still practice.? He swallowed down a gulp of air, chest expanding nervously -- he had always hopped that the dead did not mettle so much in the affairs of the living, but maybe his father's anger had yet to disparate ?? And said, ?? I wish for you to ... contact the druids. Tell them that their new king would appreciate they pay their respects at the old king's funeral, Gains. They will be under my protection.? The whole time, his eyes stayed on Merlin, because Arthur wasn'tstupid. ?? I must tell Morgan. Please, ask the priest to hold off last rites before I return. And Merlin, ?he added, grasping for normalcy. ?? I expect my clothes for the funeral will be properly handled tonight. Hopefully, your years of service will allow you to do this one thing right.?\nAnd with that, the new king turned on his heel, capes pining out behind him, and fled as slowly as possible from the room his father had breathed his last in, alone. Morgan and GW-- and mermaid's weeping would be picked up by the castle women and Merlin would not see Arthur until much later that evening."
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"value": "Merlin hated to see Arthur in such a state. Yes, to most who viewed him, he would look normal. Composed. Strong. To him? The man who had been serving him for all these years? He could tell else wise. He was broken; shattered. Furthermore, he hated to see him like that. That look in his eyes that told him their new king was truly feeling the ache of losing his father. Understandably so, as well. They had their differences, but both men were close as father and son could be, especially a royal father and son. They were never openly affectionate, but the love was still there. It was no wonder that Arthur was so hurt. Not that he would tell him, nor try to comfort him unless given some sort of sign that he needed it. He did not wish to hurt his pride as well as his heart.\nNodding to the man, he gave a soft, I will try to do my best, sir and then waited for the other to leave. Exchanging a brief glance with Gains, he soon turned to make his leave as well. The clothes were not going to get themselves to his lords chambers. The new King. King Arthur. He had awaited this day for so very long, but that did not make this any better to know just why he was king. He was positive that had it been assassins, or in battle, taking the former-kings death would have been easier. There would have been one to be angry at. Now? It was just nature.\nThe evening came all-too-quickly and Merlin had done as told. He had the PRI- Kings clothes neatly laid out on top of his bed, ready to be dressed to the men form. Merlin stayed in the room, waiting for Arthur to come back from his errands and would be sure that his friend would be all right. Yes, he viewed him as a friend. He knew that it was frowned upon, but Arthur treated him fairly, especially in recent years. He paced back and forth in the room, impatient to see if the man would be all right."
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"value": "There was something... real about death, wasn't there? Arthur had thought he'd go for days without eating in grief, but the demands of his still very much alive body didn't go away because they didn't fit in with his idea of mourning. So he had taken a hasty meal in Morgan's rooms because his stomach had been dully empty after the good part of the day had been spent running around the castle, taking care of things that his father could no longer see to. The meat, cold remains of lunch, had tasted of sawdust, as had the wine and the conversation with Morgan, who spoke no more than three words.\nThey were both orphans now, but she had experienced the loss twice. Arthur had wanted to say something, but he had been incapable of doing more than taking her hand. As he left, he'd said a few words to Gwen to take care of her mistress.\nGwen hadn't met his eyes.\nThe room was well lit when he let himself in, the fire at a painfully cheery level. For some reason, he had thought the world would stop, would slow when a king like his father died, but the fire was no somber pile of embers and ash, the candles still twisted slowly and warmly, and even the weather outside was mild for this time of year. Arthur headed straight for the clothes left on his bed, calloused fingers touching material: linen, of course, since mourning clothes were not meant to be luxurious, but soft none-the-less, carefully maintained by Merlin's skillful hands.\nArthur finally looked to Merlin, the corners of his mouth and eyes taut. ?? It seems you've been promoted, Merlin? He said hoarsely, trying for the cocky drawl he had only had that morning when he'd complained of the man's armor buffing skills. ?? How does it feel to be the king's manservant not just the prince's?? His fingers began to pluck at the string of his cape, undoing the knot deftly. He had no reason to give Merlin a verbal command: they'd been together for so many years, Merlin would recognize and adapt to his routine without direction. ?? You will accompany me to the wake. I trust you're capable enough to tend the candles.?"
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"value": "Once the doors opened, Merlins pacing stopped. He stood still where he had been, his eyes staying with the blond while he entered the room. He truly looked like hell washed over him and then some, didn't it? Furthermore, he hated to see Arthur in this manner. Furthermore, he had never seen it. Well, no, there had been very few times when the man looked like that, but it was never to this extent. Never so horribly broken. That was horrible. He felt like he was going to crumble in the men place. He could not. Furthermore, he had to stay strong. If Arthur could, he would as well. He had to. There was no doubt whatsoever that he could manage to keep himself together.\nOh yes, promoted. He agreed, giving the blond a simple little nod. I feel regal just standing beside you. Merlin stated, trying to get a bit of his own wit in there. He almost wished to comment about how Arthur would not be ready, but that would be far too inappropriate. He did not want that to happen. Furthermore, he was all right with just stopping at his words.\nMoving over to the blond, he held his hand out to catch the cape before it fell to the ground, or before prompted to do such a thing. Yes, sir. I will try to not set the castle on fire. He said, giving a half smile to try and get a smile out of the man as well. Just a little one? A half-laugh? Anything to show him that the other was going to be all right. Anything. A sign to help him feel like Arthur would snap back in a few days, go back to the man that was so very full of himself, but managed to just barely not have Merlin smother him in his sleep."
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"value": "As the revered, eighth gym leader of the Kant region, Katarina had a bit of a reputation to uphold. She was the final obstacle to ambitious trainers aiming to challenge the Elite Four, and as the last test of strength, she needed to testify that the road past her wouldn't be an easy one.\nThere was no doubt among the citizens in her town and wandering trainers that she took her job very seriously, almost to the point where her affinity for fire types was engraved into her personality. She was aggressive in battle and unyielding like an inferno; the few that had gotten a glimpse of her warm demeanor, on the other hand, were her own Cowboys. Katarina disciplined and trained them impeccably, and it showed in her battle techniques that the redhead valued brute strength to overpower her opponents.\nSo, when the time came for Katarina to leave her Harvard in the capable hands of a guru more knowledgeable in the species than she could ever be, she saw it as an opportunity for her Cowboy to grow. She needed him to be as stronger and if that meant spending a few months apart for her Harvard to battle against his own kind for the sake of experience, then she was more than willing to make that sacrifice. He might resent her for abandoning him in an unfamiliar place after all they had gone through, but Katarina saw this as just another method of discipline she needed him to overcome. She would be back for him, she had promised.\nShe returned to the reserve a few months later, admittedly a bit later than she had initially planned. Furthermore, she had been busy training the new Cowboys in her roster and battling the influx of trainers eager to proceed to the Elite Four by the end of the season. Late, but she was here. Katarina retrieved the Harvard's empty Ultra Ball by her waist and held it in her hand. Honestly, she was nervous, although her intimidating facade kept that well-hidden. How much had he grown? Had he missed her? Did he still resent her for leaving him and never contacting him since?\nKatarina stood at the reserve's entrance, unfazed by the strong winds that whipped through her hair and the daunting sight of the open canyons around her. It had been quite an exhausting trip coming up here, and she wasn't planning on leaving without her Harvard. She tucked a strand of her hair behind one ear and called out, her tone of voice sounding like a command that pierced the empty sky. \"I'm here,\" she called, hoping that the winds would carry her voice to him. \"Come back to me, love.\"\nOther Hazards dotted the sky and a few trainers were already on the reserve, either departing from their own Hazards or reuniting with them. She had yet to see hers, and it disappointed her, knowing she would have spotted him easily by his strange coloration by now."
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"value": "Katarina's Harvard roared at the bright, wide-open sky. The latest new arrival was trying to find his way into the pecking order, and he was strong. He had already challenged and easily defeated several of the weaker Hazards, and it had been emboldened enough to think that he had the chops to take it straight to the top, the alpha. The position Katarina's Harvard had held for nearly a month now, having clawed and fought his way into the position. And had to hold it with power of tooth and claw.\nIt had not been a position that had come naturally, or easily to Katarina's Harvard. His lived to fight, yes. But the constant challenges, the responsibility to keep his lesser in line, all the rigmarole that came with having to rule was a tendency that he had never developed evolving under the care of a trainer rather than in the wild with the ferals.\nDodging a clumsy wing attack, he knew that this was not going to be his most difficult fight. The newcomer was slow, predictable. Next would come the flame burst. 3...2....1... Katarina's Harvard executed a lazy roll to the right, as the fire passed overhead. He feinted a return burst, but instead let loose with a simple but vicious slash. The newcomer was sent sprawling, scrambling to his feet, his tail swaying for balance, wings flapping impotently, unable to return to the air. Katarina's Harvard hovered above him, his wings buffeting the smaller poke boy, not allowing him to regain his composure.\n\"Run, little brother. Now is time to run.\" He landed next to the now cowed opponent. \"Rest and recover, and know better your strength for who to battle. You aim for the stars, which is admirable, but unless you understand your skills, you will let down your Trainer. Remember.\"\nRemember, he thought. It was months since he had looked upon his trainer. Felt her presence as he nestled in his cozy ultraball. The warmth of her regard had sustained him in his early stay, but he knew he had to prove himself for her, to be worthy of his return. The longer it took, the more he knew he had more to learn. But as the weeks stretched by he wondered. Had she forgotten? Was another new Champion? What did he have to learn, to achieve for her to return to him, to favor him with her love? He had begun to assert himself among the brothers, pairing his natural gladiatorial combativeness, with a new need to crush his opponent. He began to seek fights far above his previous challenger level, and rose all the way.\nAnd now... the North Wind had returned, and faint on that wind was her voice. He felt theneedand knew where his home lay, at the PokeCentre entrance of the reserve. Shehad returned. She called to him. He leaped into the air like an arrow, powerful wings propelling him to breakneck speeds back. Home. To Her.\nHe aligned on the landing pad next to the building and allowed his wings to fold against his body. Dark eyes tightened with concern as to what would greet him as he approached. He had been as a king for weeks, and now his trainer called to him, and he answered...gladly? He always had before. But now, he was not so sure. He held his breath as he stepped over the threshold."
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"value": "Ah, there he was.\nA meek simper lit on her features once she spotted her dear companion in the sky, observing how much more graceful he was now that he had learned to master the art of flight against powerful winds. Her heart soared instead, fathoming how much he had grown in such a short amount of time, and how he would greet her, hopefully like they had never been apart.\nBut some tension lingered between them as she approached as she was still not entirely sure where his loyalties lied. After dominating one after another of his kind, Katarina knew it would take some adjusting to fall under her command again. If he willed it, that is. The Harvard reserve's guardian had informed her months prior that several trainers had ultimately freed their Hazards for they had become completely independent and feral, a risk Katarina had gladly accepted for the betterment of hers. If, by the end of his training regime, her Harvard enjoyed his life here, surrounded by his kind, the redhead knew she wouldn't have it in herself to be selfish. She would release him, if only he wished to stay.\nSo, when her Harvard approached her, she searched his gaze for any semblance of familiarity that would convince her that her Champion, the Character she had been raised with, was still there. \"Did you miss me?\" she asked. It was a simple question albeit an important one. She stepped closer and placed a gentle palm on the side of his cheek, stroking the chiseled surface with her thumb.\nHe had certainly matured physically as well, his features now rugged and darkened due to hours of outside training. She slipped a hand to the nape of his neck and clutched his hair gingerly, holding his gaze with her emerald-green eyes. She wanted to reward him for all that he had endured surviving in a foreign place, surrounded by unfamiliar individuals that only knew battle, but this was not the place. How long had he gone without a woman's touch to smooth out the rough edges of his newly adjusted lifestyle? Katarina kissed him softly on the cheek, welcoming him home with a fond gaze that was so unlike the way she looked at others.\n\"Do you want to come home?\" she asked. If he preferred it here, she wouldn't convince him to leave with her; after all, all of this had been for him. But if he longed for her the way she had yearned for him, she would remind him once again what it felt like to be tamed and loved."
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"value": "At the slightest touch of her hand, Charles stiffened. His world had been so focused on the daily struggle in a testosterone driven, primal battle for supremacy that a gentle touch was alien to him. Using an effort of will, he allowed himself to lean into her hand, the soft, calloused hand lightly stroking his cheek. There was a warmth there that went beyond the transfer of body heat, a softness that had nothing to do with the texture of her delicate, yet firm fingers.\nDid you miss me? Do you want to come home?\nHe remembered pain from those fingers, from that hand, but he also remembered love. The memory was muted, but undeniable. His eyes sought hers as he sought the answer within himself. \"Many owners come, take their friends. Still I am here.\" The effort of condensing, so complicated feelings into his few words was extraordinary. \"So I wonder if I am no longer needed. No longer your champion.\" He trembled slightly at the memory. \"I am sad. But almost all owners glad to... reunite. So perhaps I need to be more. So I grow, I change, I...\" he searched for the words. \"I became king. And still you don't come, so I grew angry.\"\nHis trembling intensified, almost shaking now.\n\"And then one day, a trainer came, and his pet didn't leave with him. I found there was a chance that you would come, and we would not leave together. And I found I was no longer angry. I became scared. Scared that this was what would become of us.\"\nHis trembling subsided and he straightened his shoulders.\n\"And now you are here and ask me this. I never thought it would be in my hands. But since I have become king here I have to make choices each and every day. Hard choices. I have a choice to be the best here, or serve you as your champion.\"\nHe looked deep into her hypnotic green eyes. His face grew hard, then he suddenly sagged, melting down to one knee.\n\"I want to go home, please. If you have me.\""
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"value": "She listened, because by no means was Katarina a neglectful nor an abusive mistress. She hadn't left her Harvard at the reserve out of ill intent, but even she couldn't deny how crippling those months of being alone could have been for Charles to cope with. That was why she was here now, more than willing to whisk him away.\n\"I promised you that I would come back for you,\" she said, her tone of voice as unwavering as her gaze. \"Nothing's changed between us but the fact you've become stronger. I can sense that.\" Her hand slipped down his bare arm, squeezing his bicep that had hardened after a long and arduous period of training.\nShe hadn't expected him to fall to one knee and beg of her to take him back, but it proved to her where his loyalties lied if there ever was an inkling of doubt that clouded her judgment. Instead of returning him to his Ultra Ball, she lowered herself gracefully on one knee and cupped the Harvard's cheeks. \"I will always want you,\" Katarina swore. The redhead's fingers gently brushed away his charcoal fringe to press a chaste kiss to his forehead, a gesture of affection that was even rare for her Cowboys to see of their Stoic tamer. But Charles had been good; resilient and strong when she needed him to be the most.\n\"And see to it that you never sink to your knees again, except for me,\" she added playfully, a small smirk adorning her features. She stood first now, brushing a thick tress of her cinnamon-red hair behind one ear. A thin crowd had gathered around them, all of whom who knew her as the eighth gym leader with her awe-inspiring Shiny Harvard.\n\"Come, let's go home, then.\"\nShe enlarged the Ultra Ball in her hand and tossed it to him, the contraption lightly bouncing off the Harvard's shoulder and splitting open with a mechanical hiss. Red light engulfed him whole before sealing his form inside.\nOnly when they were in the comforts of their gym did she release him again, hoping that he hadn't forgotten what home looked and felt like. This gym, passed down generations after generations to Katarina, had been where the two were raised, way back when Charles had been nothing more than a scrawny Character learning to breathe fire for the first time. They had come a long way since then."
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"value": "Be Ready. Observe. Identify threat. Charles emerged from the poke ball in a fighting stance, one fist clenched resting on the ground, in a runners crouch, eyes flitting about, taking in the details without narrowing his focus until he assessed his whole surroundings. His wings remained close to his body, but he could be airborne in two heartbeats if the need arose. His breathing was steady, and his posture was tense. As the details of his surroundings filtered through his senses, he relaxed his stance, rising to standing. He wasn't in the reserve any longer. He was back in the gym. Furthermore, he tucked his wings in, and his tail curled around his leg.\nClenching and relaxing he noticed that his gaze kept drifting to the roof. Being in an enclosed area kept made his shoulders itch. He had developed a habit of taking to the sky during his time away, and that option being denied sat poorly on him, and he wasn't in the habit of schooling his displeasure at his situation, so a scowl slowly crept across his features as the understood the source of the irritation.\nHe watched as gym students battled their Pokémon, his eyes narrowing at the naïveté of some of the tactics used. Predictable. Slow. He mentally cataloged the weaknesses and mistakes, seeking patterns to be exploited, as he often did when observing battles between the trainer-less Pokémon jockeying for status.\nHe looked for his Mistress, awaiting her direction, eyes only occasionally flitting to a nearby battle or up to where his instinct screamed that the open sky should be."
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"value": "SPARTAN-B170 blinked as he closed the files he had been reading on his HUD and looked down the length of the pelican towards the cockpit as the craft was tossed to the side. He scanned through the fleets' communication channels and listened to the fleet made contact with the enemy. There were only two Covenant ships in orbit, but he knew that that was no guarantee that the UNSC forces would win the encounter. Changing the channel and focused on the marines that he had hitched a ride to the surface with. He had only been assigned to his new posting until just a few weeks before they had left the staging area and had not yet met most of the marines in the fleet.\n\"Sergeant secure the LZ before you start searching for the files we need. I will go for the data center on my own.\" There was a pause as the marines realized he had been listening in to their conversation before the sergeant spoke up. \"You sure you don't want some backup chief?\" Jake grinned behind the mirrored visor of his SPI armor. He had been offered a suit of the MJÖLNIR armor, but he had declined the offer. He had not trained in the armor and knew that he would need time to train with it before he could use it efficiently. \"I will be fine just lock down out LZ.\"\n\"Get ready to drop we are approaching the LZ.\" Jake turned his attention back to the back of the pelican started to open its bay door. He looked out over the glassed landscape and gritted his teeth as thought of his home and how it would look just like this planet now. He stood with the marines as he pulled his SMG leaving his DMR on his back as he jumped the last few feet to the ground. As soon as he jumped he activated his suites cloaking function so by the time he hit the ground only the cracking of the glass below his feet revealed his position as his armor attempted to compensate for it. Standing he started off on a quick run as he headed towards what was left of the ONI research facility. All he could see of the above ground levels was a half melted tower or what once was probably a sentry tower."
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"value": "Kari-119 had been on this Planet since her last mission, which was a while to say the least. By now many probably thought she was dead, but then Spartans didn't die they were just Missing. Of course for most Spartans now it was true that they were dead. But not for Kari, she had survived two glassing now, first on Reach then here. Of course the Covenant couldn't completely glass the planet, that firepower was impossible, but they could do enough damage to send the UNSC running. That's how she was still able to survive on this planet. However, perhaps Kari would accept it if the glassing had died, after all she had lost her closest friend on Reach, that sad part is, he died thinking he'd just saved the planet, he was lucky.\nThe Spartan-II had taken refuge in the remains of an On building after she had been strained here. Her ship had been destroyed in the final attack by the Covenant, just as the Glassing had started. Occasionally a Covenant patrol would show up, and she'd have to defend herself, but not once had the UNSC come looking for her. Although that was to be expected despite the saying about how Spartans never died, it was likely the higher-ups assumed she had died in the Glassing.\nWith a sigh Kari pushed the thoughts of the past from her mind as she got up and looked around the ruins of the On building and adjusted Mjölnir Armor which had been painted in On Black for this mission. Then she picked up her DMR and made her way to one of the many open areas so that she could check for any Covenant activity which she was expecting since she was about due another patrol soon. What she saw however was not expected, a UNSC Pelican, \"Well that's new... they can't be out here for me...\" she thought out loud to herself. Though she would have to watch and wait since she didn't have any way to contact them. Instead, she went to the security room of the On building which surprisingly still worked. Though she didn't have many Cameras outside she could still watch the doors. Seeing nothing she went to her make-shift armory and checked her DMR and Pistol before getting ready for any kind of fight and grabbing a few plasma grenades and a few frags. There was no doubt if the UNSC was here the Covenant was too, and she would be prepared."
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"value": "\"Contact! I have a covenant drop-ship come in fast. I am taking the ship up and will provide what air support I can.\" Jake glanced over his shoulder to see the marines taking cover behind what had once been buildings but were just piles of slag now. He turned back to the tower and slowed to a stop just outside the towers entrance. Confirming that he did not have any contacts on his motion scanner at least from inside the building. He then slipped inside appearing as just a shimmer outline of a human form to anyone watching close enough. Bringing up a map of On complex he started searching for a way into the lower levels that would have held the labs and the secured archives.\nHe had just found what he thought might once have been an elevator shaft when a scan picked up an active power source. Pausing for only the briefest of moments he turned his attention to the power source and started looking for its source. \"Sergeant I have an active power source inside the tower. We may be able to source the building and hold it until we are ready to Evan.\" After a brief pause and a hiss of static he heard the voice of the sergeant as he directed his men to fall back and secure the tower. A few minutes later he walked into the security center and was surprised to see that it was still functional. Just as he was about to see what information he could find through the terminals in the room there was a blip on his motion sensor, and he spun raising his weapon as he turned to face the direction of the contact."
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"value": "Kira checked the cameras once more after she was armed, just in time to see the Marines coming under attack by Covenant. With that she started to make her way out of the ruined tower. Though as she got within site of the door she saw it starting to open. This caused her to pause and pull back, \"Shit...\" she muttered to herself as she moved farther into the building. She would wait and see what who ever it was after. The Spartans first thought was that it was a Covenant Elite, likely a Zealot coming to either kill her or try to find something in this tower. So Kira stayed back and watched for any movement. When she didn't see any from a distance she decided to get closer.\nShe went to the security center as it would be her best chance to find out who was here. Though as she got closer her motion sensor went off, and she smirked a bit as she stopped around the corner from the security room. Looking around it, she could make out the tell-tell shimmer of a cloaking device. This made her think it was an elite, so calmly she started to move towards it, intent to kill it. But as it started to turn around she had to change her plan and move faster.\nAs the other turned around their vision would be filled with an armored fist, just before the corridor was filled with the cracking sound of armored fist against a helmet and visor. After the punch Kira paused, not having expected the blow to feel like that. She had expected she's feeling of punching an elite in the face, but this felt more like a helmet than the head and face armor of a Covenant Zealot Elite. The woman pulled her pistol on whatever she had hit, \"Don't move... and... show yourself....\" she said calmly."
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"value": "Jake had just enough time to register that it was not a covenant fist rushing towards him. He didn't have time to question what he was seeing before the fist connected with his faceplate and snapped his head back. He tossed back a few feet before he fell to the floor. Hearing the voice he slowly sat up as he turned off his camo leaving his SPI armor mat black. \"Stand down Spartan. We are both on the same side.\" He relaxed his white knuckled grip on his SMG now that he knew he was not in imminent danger. Looking up at the Spartan standing in front of him he tried to remember any mention of her being lost on the planet but if she had been here since the glassing her mission must have been classified above his clearance since there had not been any reference of her unless she had been sent in after the glassing.\nJake stood as he ran his hand over his faceplate where she had punched him and was surprised to not see any cracking in the surface. \"I am Jake B170. Who are you?\" He was still recovering from the punch, but his voice was calm as he activated the suit to suit radio. Until he knew more about the spartan he was going to act like he had known she was here if the marines asked. No need to ruin the god like image ONI pr people had built up for the Spartans. Turning to the consoles he started interfacing with them to see if he would be able to access the ONI serves from the security consoles."
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"value": "Kira paused for a moment as the other Spartan declared, and she frowned behind her visor. Putting her pistol back on her side she watched as the other Spartan got back up. Her armor was marked with battle scars and damage that had built up since she had been here before and after the glassing. It was no longer possible to tell the scars that had been on the armor before she came here from the once she had gotten here. Though thanks to the strength of the MJÖLNIR Armor none of the damage would compromise the armor. After taking in the Armor of this other Spartan and his tone she guessed that he didn't know she was here. Since her mission had in fact been Classified she doubted anyone even knew she was still her, except for maybe Dr. Halsey and some other ONI asshole who liked to go behind Halsey's back.\n\"LCDR Kira-119.\"she answered his question in a cool tone as she looked over his armor. His question gave her more proof that he didn't know she was heard as she moved past him to the console.\" You're a Spartan-III, You should make them get you some real armor instead of that cheap crap.\"she said as she looked at the cameras then glanced at Jake.\" I don't know what you're looking for, but you won't find any secure files here.\"she added matter-of-factly. Then she stepped away from the console and looked back down the hallway.\" Covenant drop-ships in bound, Those Marines need to step on it.\"an A.I. sounding voice spoke up in a calm tone.\" I'd suggest you tell them to step on it, also we should cover their approach.\" Kari added calmly. She didn't think to explain about the voice, since she hadn't had to explain it before."
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"value": "It only took Jake a few moments to figure out that he would not find anything he was looking for here, but he furrowed his brow as he tried to place Kira-119 but after a moment he looked away from the video feeds as she mentioned his armor. \"Ya know the techs on the Strident said the same, but they were more tactful about it when they offered me an upgrade.\" He paused for a moment before adding with a hint of a laughter in his words. \"They were probably worried I might snap them in half if they insulted my armor.\" He nodded acknowledging her comment and took a step back from the console. Jake had been about to check in with the marines when he heard what he thought was an AI speak over the secure com he had with Kira. A slight tilt of his helmet was the only show of surprise he showed before he patched Kira into the com traffic with the marines. \"Sergeant, you have multiple covenant drop-ships approaching. I suggest you get your men and in defensive positions asap. I and Spartan 119 will cover your approach just get your men inside.\" He started moving back to the hallway as he swapped weapons and checking to make sure the clip in his DMR was full even though he knew it was since he had checked only the flight down. Looking over at Kira he spoke again. \"Glad to see we have not only found a Spartan but an AI as well. Now if you would prefer feel free to take command. I am used to being inserted alone from a Prowler. So I suspect a living legend like yourself would get more respect from the men than a third generation like myself.\" As he spoke he powered up the cloaking on his armor before starting to make his way back to the entrance of the building.\nOnce he was back at the entrance he had come through before he looked around outside until he spotted the incoming ships before moving to a heap of slag that might have been a warthog at one point and taking cover behind it as he got ready to cover the marines. He had more than a few questions that he wanted to ask Kira, but he forced himself to wait until the time was right before he would ask."
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"value": "Kira glanced at the other Spartan as he spoke, and scuffed a bit at the joke. Sure it might have been funny, but Kira didn't really have much of a sense of humor. This wasn't any ones fault, other than not knowing the person, once she actually knew the person she would lighten up. For now though she kept anyone at arms length, after all she had lost a lot of friends, and been on this planet alone for a while.\" Most Scientist and Techies are never direct enough.\"she said with a small shrug as she watched and listened to the Spartan. Of course, she had more respect for Dr. Halsey then she did most Scientist so she didn't put her into the same category as the scientists she was speaking of. However, there were more important matters than how she felt about anyone at the moment as she glanced once more at the other Spartan,\"I doubt you even knew we were here or that you were sent to find us.\"she said calmly,\"But seeing as I was already here luck doesn't really come in to play... at least not from my standpoint, however unexpected your arrival was.\"she added as she grabbed a sniper rifle on the way out to the entrance. Once there she went up onto a slightly elevated platform that offered enough cover to snipe at some Covenant.\n\"I'd suggest you step on it Sergeant, you don't want to me caught in the open when the last of those drop-ships get here and any ammo here is limited at best.\"she said simply as she took aim on her first Target and dropped it with one round and moved to the next.\" So Spartan what are you really looking for?\"she asked between firing off rounds. For now Kira's AI stayed quiet once more, as she didn't feel the need to say anymore."
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"value": "Briana was trying her best to school her facial expression and not bounce on her heels as she waited to the side, lined up with the rest of the Handlers. Today was the day that the Hunter's Guild would promote prospective apprentices to the status of Hunter\nOh I hope The Guild matched me with someone friendly... Most of the prospective Hunters that she could see were about her age: in their late teens or early 20s. About half of them were striking serious poses while the other half looked like her: barely able to contain their excitement. There were a few hardened looking older Hunters in the mix, people who had either failed their training ten years ago when the 4th Fleet had been sent out or people who had barely missed the age cut off and had been forced to wait another 10 years before enlisting. Honestly she didn't care one way or another how old or what gender her Hunter was...so long as they were friendly.\nThe young Handler had quite a legacy to live up to...while her grandfather wasn't well known, the Hunter that he had taken care of was quite famous, known simply as: The Huntsman. How on earth did grandpa get along with -The- Huntsman? Stories that came back from across the sea about The Huntsman who still was fighting beasts in the New World told of a grumpy old man set in his ways. A man who had fought aTeostraand lived to tell of it but still a grumpy, stoic man nonetheless. Her grandfather on the other hand was much like her: easily excitable (when it came to anything Monster or New World related), friendly, and curious. Maybe there is something to be said for a balance in personalities...\nBreeze was perfectly content to not be an actual Hunter, standing up there near the podium with a full set of ceremonial hunting armor on and baking in the midday sun. Hunting itself seemed like a messy, sweaty ordeal of traipsing through the forests after creatures that could probably swallow you in one bite or maim you in some way (she had studied 144 ways of being maimed by the 48 reported types of monsters that they would be researching/controlling the population of). Slaying giant monsters in order to control their populations so that the human and Wagnerian races weren't destroyed by rampaging beasts that didn't know the difference between a biped and a tasty snack? No, thank you.\nCompiling information for a Hunter, organizing paperwork and permits (because you couldn't just go about killing the same monster again and again, then you would be little better than a poacher!), and getting to watch the Elder Dragon migration from a safe distance away was better suited to her curious and organized nature. While her family had dreams of her guiding the next legendary Huntsman, Breeze would be content just to see the world that her grandfather had woven so many stories about."
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"value": "Talk stood with the other graduating Hunters near the podium, only half-listening to the speech being made about how big an honor it was and how their future journey, blah blah blah. She was focusing a majority of her attention on the Handlers watching them from below. Her eyes roamed across them as if trying to decide which one she most wanted as her partner. A lecherous smile crossed her lips when she happened across an attractive one, her thoughts wandering for a brief moment before moving down the line. She was excited, for mostly the wrong reasons.\nShe was excited about other things as well, like becoming a Hunter and finally going to the New World, but she had been excited about normal things for months or years. Furthermore, she was focused on her latest obsession. It was to the point that when it was her turn to receive her status she didn't hear the instructor call her name.\n\"Talk Reinhart!\" The increase in volume and irritated tone snapped the latest Hunter out of her fantasies. She took it in stride, laughing out loud as she walked up to the podium to make it official. It wasn't all that special, the moment itself had nothing of note, but what it meant sent an exhilarating jolt up her spine. From the moment she stepped forward and received her acknowledgement, she was a true Hunter!\nTalk was 22 and tall even by Hunter standards. Not compared to men perhaps, but she stood a daunting 5'9\" with a body sculpted by exercise and the repeated drawing of her bow. Her skin was kissed by the sun's rays and her black hair was braided neatly on one side. Her eyes stood out most of all though, a bright green that shimmered with energy and excitement enough to offset her rather intimidating appearance. Though, it was already rather undermined by the ceremonial armor keeping her in a near constant state of discomfort.\n\"Thanks!\" She grinned as she took a step to the side, joining the rest of those who had already been made Hunters. Oddly enough nobody seemed to mind her attitude towards the entire thing. Talk was known for being troublesome and her disregard for the ceremony of it all was the least of their worries. That and the fact that she was considered one of the most promising Hunters to be heading out in the 5th fleet. In order for someone like her to make it through she had to be special, or so everyone said.\nIt wasn't as if she would be the first Hunter with a quirky personality, just about everyone crazy enough to dedicate their life fighting monsters was bound to have a peculiarity or two keeping them going. Her oddities were just more obvious.\nThe ceremony went on, each and every hunter stepping forward and being inducted into the ranks of Hunters. It was a joyous occasion and by the end the crowd had grown tired from clapping and cheering for the latest batch destined for the New World. There was only one step left before they could depart into the New World, pairing. The Hunter was nothing alone. Their education included combat and survival, and while many had some understanding of the beasts they hunter and the world they were being told to survive in, there were few that could claim to be experts. Honing one's skills to fight monsters was already an incredible task, they needed a partner to share the burden, to be truly capable Monster Hunters. That partner came in the form of a Handler.\nWithout a Handler even the most powerful Hunter would find life difficult. The Hunter's Guild knew this and saved the most important part of all for the very end. When the ceremony was complete the man on the podium started his next speech, and Talk barely contained her boredom. It wasn't until he started calling out names that light returned to her eyes. One by one the pairings were declared. Unlike the other Hunters who hoped for a skilled Handler, Talk just hoped for a cute one.\n\"Talk Reinhart and Briana Yoshimasha.\" The instructor didn't stop after their name, he continued on as normal, but he was the only one. Briana Yoshimasha was a name everyone knew. The granddaughter of The Huntsman's Handler, a legend. Many of the Hunters had wanted her as their own Handler, believing their odds at becoming legends themselves would rise with the assistance of HIS granddaughter. Even Talk was pleased, but not entirely because of her pedigree, but because she was absolutely adorable. Her eyes brightened as she looked across the way at the smaller woman, an almost predatory grin making its way onto her features. Now she really couldn't wait for the ceremony to be over."
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"value": "Briana couldn't stay focused on the ceremony for more than the first two hours. She was still half listening as the instructors went on with their speeches, then the General came up to give his speech and call out each person who had made it to Hunter...but now her mind was split between the calling of names and cataloging a few things she had read in one of her new books. The Great Jaguar....not a very aggressive monster...but they tend to swallow things whole. Would that be a suitable beast for her Hunter? Something that could be tracked and studied before a careful ambush was planned? The only problem was that the Great Jaguar tended to swallow its prey in one gulp. Maybe the Lulu-ya-ku...at least then my Hunter won't have to worry about being digested, only pecked/clawed/bludgeoned to death on our first go-\n\"No Hunter is complete without their Handler!\" The General boomed, drawing Briana out of her thoughts. She had been brimming with excitement at the beginning of the ceremony, but even she could only keep interest for so long, especially when the General had recycled the majority of the speech he had given the Handlers a month ago at their ceremony into the speech he was giving to the Hunters now. After hearing the word 'Handler' though, her attention came back to the world around her. Finally, finally they were being assigned their partners! The prospect made her smile and bounce giddily on her toes despite her attempts at being professional.\n\"Talk Reinhart and Briana Yoshimasha!\" A soft murmur went through the crowd at Briana's name; suddenly the girl felt a hundred eyes on her, causing the small Handler to blush and study her boots for a moment to avoid the surprised gazes. Really, she didn't look anything like her grandfather; she had the light brown hair and fair skin of her mother's side. But her smile...her curiosity...her mind...her intense love for good food, those were all Yoshimasha traits.\n\"Someone's popular,\" Deems, one of Briana's closest friends murmured out of the side of his mouth with a little grin on his lips.\n\"Har,\" Briana mumbled back, \"Which one is Talk? I wasn't paying attention...\"\n\"The tall one over there that's looking at you like you'd make a delicious snack.\" Deems gave an almost imperceptible nod over towards the Hunter.\nAt that sort of description, Briana was expecting a meathead of a male hunter (the kind her grandfather had warned her about). Instead, she was greeted with the sight of a tall woman who would probably be attractive if she wasn't so blatantly lecherous to the point of discomfort. \"Humph.\"\n\"Have fun with that one, Breeze.\" Deems flashed a brief grin before resuming his stone-faced, seriousness for the sake of ceremony.\nThat concludes the Hunter Initiation Ceremony! We now invite our Hunters, Handlers, family members and honored guests to feast with us to commemorate this momentous occasion, for tomorrow, these new guild members will embark to the New World as full members of The Hunter's Guild and members of the Fifth Fleet!\" There were excited roars and cheers from the newly appointed Hunters and their Handlers. Briana couldn't refrain from giving a shout of joy herself. Despite her wariness at the prospect of her new partner who may or may not understand boundaries, she was excited to finally be going on the journey she had been waiting for since she was old enough to have a dream.\nThe crowd dispersed from their seats to grab food from the Calicoes and humans who were now stocking tables around the edges of the city square with delicious foods and beverages. Now was understood to be a time for the Hunters and Handlers to meet up with each other for the first time, so family members didn't interrupt, goodbyes could be said later. Briana did as she was supposed to do and started making her way towards her Hunter like the other Handlers were doing. When she spotted Talk she hurried a little bit so that she didn't lose the Hunter to the bustling crowd. \"Hiya!\" Briana chirped, tamping down her discomfort from the look that she had been getting from Talk earlier and putting on a friendly face. \"Briana Yoshimasha at your service, partner. You can call me Breeze for short if you like.\""
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"value": "Talk was absolutely aware of her own character flaws. She embraced them. Was she a little too involved in her own lecherous pursuits? Most definitely. Yet, why shouldn't she be? As a Hunter he entire life's mission was to put herself at risk. As such, she didn't believe in denying herself pleasures. As grim as it was the truth of the matter was that she didn't know how long she would live in the New World. While The Huntsman and many like he lived long lives there were more that died to the Monsters of the New World. She had to enjoy what she could.\nWhen it came down to it, she could be described simply. Blunt, invasive, but ultimately harmless. She wasn't some wanton rapist that would shove her little Handler down the moment they crossed paths, but averting her gaze? Nope!\nWhen the ceremony finally ended a strong hand slapped down on Talk's shoulder, but it wasn't another student. It was the Head Instructor, and he was giving her as serious a look as he could muster, keeping her from running off immediately. \"I'm sure The Huntsman would do old man Yoshimasha a favor or two. Try not to die before your first hunt.\" He grinned and walked off, pleased with the slightly distorted expression on Kayla's face. Finally, some words that seemed to surprise the troublesome student. His mission was complete, he taught the rascal one final lesson.\n\"Old bastard.\" She cursed, only getting a wave over his shoulder in response. The smile on her face betrayed her words though. She totally wouldn't die before her first hunt, or after it, she was totally going to live forever.\nThe feast that came after the ceremony was the first time she would meet her partner, and a final meal she could indulge in before going to the New World. Food was always great, but she didn't wait to find her Handler, nor did her Handler shy away from her.\nThe chirpy voice caused Talk to grin, her eyes getting a better look at \"Breeze\". Cute, the perfect combination of small, charming features and the complimenting energy a Yoshimasha was expected to have. Not that she really cared about the whole family thing. If family mattered so much she would be little more than a blacksmith like her old man. She really didn't want to be a damn blacksmith so she had to believe people made their own way, though she was curious how her new Handler would do under the pressure.\n\"Of course, Breeze.\" Despite her lecherous gazes she was far less slimy in conversation. Nobody liked an idiot and showing obvious interest was different from being distasteful. Not that it stopped her from getting close. \"You can just call me Talk, just get formality out of the way from the start.\" She smiled, appearing quite beautiful when she did. \"What do you say we go find a place to enjoy a meal together and get acquainted?\""
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"value": "It had been hundreds of years since the Saipan home world had been destroyed by the entity Frieze. It had taken all of those centuries for the various Saipan scattered across the galaxy to regroup and form even a shadow of their former glory. Advanced genetic engineering, cloning, enhanced breeding programs, all these things had been employed to speed up the reconstruction process of their empire. Because of these programs, numerous 'special' Saipan had been born. One might say the Saipan spirit still lived on, and their motives had not changed much, but it was the details that mattered now. An entire generation of female Saipan had been created, using some very tricky genetics to amplify and alter their reproductive process, a warrior was born that could impregnate almost any humanoid species, and produce absolutely pure-blooded Saipan offspring. Now rather than eradicating the life on worlds in order to sell them, they conquered planets in order to add their females to their breeding programs. In only months, these new Saipan had shown breathtaking progress. Many of which, could achieve the legendary state of Super Saipan, which at one point, was absolutely unheard of in females.\nEx'Tania was one of these new Saipan, and she had been chosen to undertake one of the most....personal tasks a Saipan could except. The conquering, and harnessing of Earth and it's resources. For many years the fabled Z-fighters halted all attempts by even the greatest of foes. But those fighters had been dead for some time. And no promising progeny had risen, so the empire had deemed it time to harness the awesome combination of human and Saipan DNA. As of that moment in time Tania was resting in her space capsule. The small spherical craft only just big enough for her and maybe one other smaller humanoid. She was meditating, preparing herself for battle. She forced her body to prepare by activating, and controlling her chemical response. Adrenal glands readied large quantities of adrenaline, while endorphins began to mass in her bloodstream. There were only twenty minutes until her arrival on earth. When that time came, she would be ready to crush the entire planet under her heel.\nShe opened her eyes, showing the unusual green irises she possessed rather than the standard black. Her skin was deeply tanned, and very fine in complexion. Her black hair hung all the way down to her thighs in thick, spiky layers. She possessed a remarkable physique, being well muscled and toned, but retaining the voluptuous curves of a supermodel. And standing 6'4\", she was quite an imposing figure. Truly, it would not be far off to say she was a god-like specimen. Especially considering that she was in fact one of those Saipan who had achieved what had so long been considered mere legend.\n\"Fifteen minutes until atmospheric entry.\" The navigation computer said softly. At that Tania smiled. She was ready, and she hoped for the sake of a good challenge, that the Earth was too."
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"value": "\"Oh and another mighty kick form Alexandra\" Came a booming voice echoing around the stadium. The crowed cheered as they watched the femme fatale wipe the floor with potential fighters. She was one of the descendants of the Legendary Hercules Satan. One who had saved the earth not once, but twice and the strongest fighter on earth. She knew his blood coursed through her veins and she knew every time she stepped into that ring he was fighting alongside her in spirit. However, not only did that alone fuel her strength but little did she know that centuries ago Her mother had mated with a male, who was the offspring of another human mating with an alien race known as a Saipan. Even though it was now only a diminutive fraction of who she was, that small amount was enough to keep her body in peak physical condition and keep her mind clear in any fight. Along with her great body she had the attitude to match charming guys in and out of the ring. Sure she may never live up to her ancestor when it came to saving a planet, but at least she was making her own hand print in history, winning martial arts tournaments back when she was only ten.\nIt had been seven years since her first tournament, and she was still at the peak of her game. \"And another crumbling kick\" The man she was sparring with was tough she had to admit. No matter how many blows she landed he just kept getting back up. She wasn't holding back either. The rules clearly stated that it would result in a disqualification if she used lethal force, but this man was just not staying down. Even with the amount of blood gushing from the open wounds she had inflicted, he was still standing strong. Most of her battles were won by knockouts, so she never tried getting them out of the ring. Though this man was not even giving he a chance to do that either. Every time she got close she had to attack, or feel the strength of one of his bear like hand delivery a punch strong enough to topple her backwards.\n\"What's wrong? Is the little girl running out of steam?\" The man laughed seeing Alex and the knees catching her breath. \"It seems as though the great descendant of Hercules can not even live up to her Na-\" He was cut off as Alex rushed forward kicking him square in the face. It was one thing to call her weak, but her hero was her ancestor and she would be damned if anyone used his name in vain.\n\"And Alex moves onto the final round with a knockout kick.\"\nThat announcement was enough to just bring her joy as she collapsed on the floor. Regardless of how much time there was before her final round, she still needed a good rest. The medic were quick on the scene and quick to escort her to her own champion room."
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"value": "\"Entering Earths atmosphere now. Shall I randomize touchdown?\" Normally it didn't matter where a Saipan touched down on a planet. They could traverse the entire world in a very short time by flying. However, Tania didn't feel like waiting.\n\"No. Search for high population clusters. Find me the thickest you can.\"\n\"Verified. Searching....population clusters identified. Particularly high density population found in sector D-9. Large human settlement, high level of development....approximately 72.32 percent female.\"\n\"Perfect...\" Tania said with a smile. She plotted the course and readied herself. Meanwhile, the mass of humans preparing to watch the next fight stared up in confusion and fear at the ball of fire descending onto their world. Her pod screamed through the air at very near Mach 4, and with a unanimous scream signaling her arrival, it slammed directly into the center of the arena. The impact caused a huge tremor to shake the city, and threw up a huge cloud of dust and debris. People all over ran for cover, while some were to enthralled by the incredible event that had just taken place. Of course, they couldn't have known what it really was, their ignorance probably fooled them into thinking they'd just witnessed a meteor crash. Tania waited for the hull of her pod to cool down, but she turned on the external sensors and instantly relished in the chaos she had caused. Screams, shouts, even cheering....it was a perfect prelude to what was coming.\n\"My...my goodness! Everybody please stay calm! It appears as though a meteor of some kind has landed right in the middle of the arena! Wow! What an ominous event after that spectacular KO!\" Idiots. KO? What the hell was that? She shook her head. It didn't matter. The hull was cool, and the dust was starting to settle. So she popped the hatch. \"Oh my! Their appears to be movement! Could this be something other than a meteor? I see....something! A figure getting out of the crater!\" Tania stepped out of her pod and cleared the crater with a single hop. Time to kill the mood. She released a burst of I from her body that blasted the dust away, completely clearing the arena as well as awing the spectators. \"Oh my god! Who is this mysterious new woman in the arena? Where did she come from? Perhaps a late entry trying to make a grand entrance?\" That voice was beginning to irritate Tania. With a sneer she held up her hand and pointed it at the booth from which it emanated. I began to swirl around her fingers and form a small ball of glimmering green and white energy. \"What is this? Fireworks of some kind? Unfortunately for her even if she was allowed to participate---\" The voice was cut off as the ball shot from her hand like a bullet, expanding as it flew. By the time it struck the booth, it was the size of a bus. The ball flew right through the booth, completely vaporizing it before continuing on like it had been nothing but tissue paper in its way. Now all that was left was a gaping hole straight through the stadium. Tania lowered her hand.\n\"Do I have your fucking attention humans?\" She said with a growl."
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"value": "\"Nice Magic trick\" Alex smiled her Shoulders and torso were wrapped in bandages, along with on of her legs. Even though through the entire fight she had been winning and continued to knock the man on his ass, She seemed to have taken quite a bit of damage from it. Though she was now back on her feet and had just witnessed this visitor's display. \"So ho set up the fireworks?\" No one knew so she decided to ask the visitor herself.\nHopping up onto the stadium ring. She walked over to the Woman. \"Seems you're a little late for the tournament.\" She said smugly. \"But if you are begging for a fight, I'll make you a deal. Since this is my tournament I'll have a match with you right now. You win you can take my place, And If I win...\" She paused looking at the spacecraft. \"If I Win to tell me who you are and how you did that\" She said gesturing to the destruction Tania had caused upon the stadium. \"So What do you say?\"\nAlex was obviously a cocky person. Her arrogance would be the end of her but for now her arrogance was just going to put her in danger. Bracing herself she signaled to the men to stand by. \"So you want to put on a show. Well how about you give these people a real show. How about you show these people that you're not all smoke and mirrors.\" really Alex figured that was all this woman was and so a quick warm up, along with showing that you couldn't just barge in unannounced and expect to be respected. Along with that Tania had frightened her audience, so she felt it was only right to teach this woman a lesson. \"Unless you are too afraid to take on Earths strongest being.\""
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"value": "Tania was somewhat disappointed when the only person to show any backbone was a human woman with almost no I at all. She had hoped for at least some interesting opponents, or descendants of the Z-fighters. But this appeared to be the only challenger. She was about to respond when the woman overstepped her bounds, and crossed right into hostile ground with her taunting and challenge. But even then, she may have refrained from the total devastation of this person had she not labelled herself as the world's strongest.\n\"And we Saipan are supposed to be the arrogant ones.\" She laughed. \"Very well child. You will be the first. So the Earth knows that the Saipan Empire has returned!\" Tania entered a stance, but before she could move several bullets smashed the ground at her feet. Anger began to grow in her as she turned to look at the squad of frightened security guards with pistols trained on her.\n’S.STOP RIGHT THERE! We...we can't allow this fight! U...u.unsanctioned battles are AG...against regulations! We've already contacted the police!\" Tania grinned, then winked at this human woman before her. Then in a blink she was gone, moving so fast the untrained eye could not follow her. It appeared as though she teleported behind the guards. The first three guards she dispatched with pure combat finesse. A roundhouse sent one sprawling, bouncing across the ground until he smashed into the wall. Then again she was gone, only to appear, backhanding a second guard with every bit of force as her first kick. The third she headbutted with enough force to kill him outright. At this point the remaining guards opened fire, their bullets disintegrating as soon as they touched her I.\n\"POINT BREAKER!\" She held both hands straight out in front of her, her fingers curled like claws. And with a massive burst of force a sphere of greenish white energy, ten meters across exploded in front of her. The energy flashed and writhed, imploding on itself before exploding to full size again for several seconds before it faded. And all that was left was a perfectly spherical section of ground, and arena that was carved out of existence. Tania lowered her hands and locked eyes with the woman from before. Now she was ready to fight, and in more of a mood to humor the girl. As she took a step onto the arena she let a vicious chuckle escape her lips. \"Alright...world's strongest! Show me what that means...show me the strength in that....delicious body of yours!\""
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"value": "Alex took a few steps back, the bullets the didn't even touch her. She knew that her men had good shots so they couldn't have missed like that, and now they were dead.\n\"Saipan Empire?\" She asked confused. She was still unaware of her Saipan blood but just because she had Saipan blood did not mean she was all knowing. \"What do to mean returned? I never even heard of you.\" She said shaking a bit. The little magic show was actually a lot more than a magic show. In fact She already realized just how much trouble she was getting into. She heard the legend of the Z fighter, being able to produce rocket fuel from their palms, and saved the planet from destruction multiple times. Maybe the Saipan empire was one of these destroyer or worlds.\nShe knew her grandfather wanted to teach her how to use KI, but she was always to busy learning about martial arts form her mom. Though her grandfather would move planks of wood with a simple push of his hand and Alex knew he did that with the KI. Something that she was now trying to learn herself but was nowhere near what ones before her could attempt. This Saipan must have spent years training her KI.\nThough the challenge was again stated and Alex braced herself. Though she doubted she had any chance. The speed the woman moved at was untraceable. All she could see was Point A and point B, no travel distance in between. If the Saipan played to her strengths, Alex had no chance, in fact all she would end up with was further injuries or worse."
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"value": "Saturday morning, February 13, 0830, hours.\n\"Settle down ladies and gentlemen. Take your seats so we can get this drivers meeting over with, and you can qualify your cars.\" The older official said holding a microphone and looking over the group of ARCA drivers, 36 strong, for the first race of the season. Rebecca Connor, 24, from Denver, Colorado, a 5-8 green-eyed redhead with freckles that even ran down her neck and disappeared down the collar of her blouse took a quick look around for her teammate with Gerhard Racing*, and a rookie that was just starting this year. Thinking she spotted her, she paid attention to the man with the microphone, who continued, \"You've already learned from testing last month that speeds have been cut farther due to some of the chassis adjustments and spoilers in an effort to keep you all safe. Seeing as there are an unprecedented 13 rookies this year and half are of the female persuasion, we are going to crack down even harder on sexual harassment.\"\n\"Filament!\"** Veteran racer Julia Slovenia, 26, from Santa Rosalia, Mexico (Baja California) called out. She was one of several that had been harassed due to their gender the last few years.\n\"Yes, Julia... It IS about time. And it goes both ways, ladies. Harassing the guys, or fellow females, and you will be in trouble, as well. First complaint you sit out the next race and will be fined. Second, a bigger fine and five races. Next time... See you next year after you've gone through a course for your behavior. Hopefully, once will be enough since most of you are vying for the championship.\"\n\"For you rookies, this is Daytona. You are not to go below the yellow line to advance your position. You all need to practice the yellow line is an invisible wall during qualifying. If it's determined that you DID go below the line to advance your position, and you weren't forced there, you will be black flagged and brought into the pits for a stop and go. If you realize it yourself, and drop back on your own, you won't have to come in. If a caution comes out immediately after, and you had not tried to rectify it yourself, you will be regulated to the back of the pack. No other exceptions. Being a rookie isn't going to be an excuse, you're being told now in the driver's meeting.\"\nAfter going over some more rule changes and covering rules for the rookies' benefits, the drivers were dismissed for qualifying for the Lucas Oil 200.\n0930 Broadcasting Booth, 30 minutes into qualifying\n\"And going out on the track is the 00 of Samuel Brunswick of Dayton Ohio, 33, a wily journeyman with a known beef with Bobby Gerhard, and his racing team. There's the green flag to begin his run, and he's looking real good going into turn one low on the racetrack and hugging the out-of-bounds line. Current pole sitter the 22 driver Ward Lehigh looks on as Brunswick goes down the backstretch. Looks like Lehigh's speed of 184.072 looks safe on the first lap as Brunswick crosses at 181.414. He'll have to pick up some major speed, almost three miles per hour, to threaten for the pole. All 36 cars here at Daytona will qualify for the race later today, it's just a matter of where in the field they'll be. Brunswick picks up a little on the second lap and will be back in the pack with a 181,600 flat.\nHere's second year veteran Rebecca Connor on the track now, 24 from Denver, Colorado, she did well her rookie year in the 5 finishing 10th in the season points, she's busting a pretty good lap as she takes the white flag, nowhere near Patty Moist's record set in 1989 but good enough for the provisional pole. She's trying for a bit more as she flies down the backstretch of this two and a half mile tripodal. Out of turn four, and she does pick it up a little more, from 184.333 to 184.406 miles per hour!\" DJ, the color commentator for the ARCA broadcasts on BMR television and radio said excitedly, watching everything from high about the grandstands.\nAs Rebecca pulled in and climbed out, pit reporter Veronica Porter stuffed the mike in her face for her point of view on her pole run. \"Sure it's good, but I think I left something on the table. I don't expect to keep the pole as Heidi hasn't run yet, and neither has my teammate. Rookies have a bad habit here of late not to leave anything out there. Look at me last year and my five poles.\"\nShe excused herself, and got up on her teammate Victoria's pit box, driver of the 85, to watch her run.\nRebecca's car and paint scheme\n*-This is an AU role-play, as sadly, Gerhard is not active in ARCA this year.\n**-Spanish for \"It's about time!\"\n@LadyWolfie"
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"value": "The 85 car was starting it's run, Victoria certainly wasn't looking to leave anything to chance, and she was pushing the car as best she could. Though she wanted people to underestimate her so she didn't push to the max speed, something her crew chief would be chewing her out for once he found out. Victoria was the daughter of a legend in open-wheel racing, which was why she had chosen to enter the NASCAR run series instead. She didn't want to be compared to her father even though she knew she would be no mater what series she raced in. For now, she let herself focus on her hot laps. In the end she put in a 184.395 before she pulled into the pits and parked at her pit stall. With a sigh she dropped her window net and pulled her steering wheel out before climbing out of the car and taking her helmet off.\n\"How'd we do?\" she asked as she looked towards his crew chief. Once she had her helmet off she noticed her crew chief wasn't the only one at her pit box and nodded to her teammate.\nMeanwhile after interviewing Rebecca, Veronica had moved down the line until she found Sarah Oliver who was making one of her few appearances. She didn't usually race unless they were in California or a nearby state. \"Ms. Oliver! It's good to see you, what brings you here to Daytona?\" she asked as she passed the microphone to her.\n\"Well Ms. Porter I decided this year I would come out for the season opener. We're trying to be more involved this season, but it's all for charity as usual.\" Sarah replied with a smile at the camera as expected. \"With the help of Nationwide, who will be doubling all proceeds the team makes for the 93 car merchandise and our winnings should we finish in the points, we'll be able to help more charities. This year we'll be donating to St. Jude's, Toys for Tots, and Wounded Warrior Foundation, something we're very proud of this year.\"\n\"That's great to here Sarah, good luck out there today!\" Veronica replied with a smile, \"When we come back we'll be touring the pits and see if we can catch up with a few more of this season's rookies!\" she added as they coverage switched to someone else.\n\"It was good to see you again Veronica, maybe we'll see each other after the race.\" she said before she made her way towards her own pit box to check on her car.\nCharacters & Equipment\nVictoria Hunter:\nVictoria's car:\nVictoria's Helmet:\nSarah Oliver:\nSarah's Car:\nSarah's helmet:"
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"value": "DJ (calling Victoria's run): It's Gerhard Racing's other entry, the 85 of rookie Victoria Hunter. If the name sounds familiar to you folks, it should, as she is the offspring of Formula 1 Racing legend, three time champ Quinton Hunter. And look at her go! She has a solid lock on outside front row on her first lap! Going into turn two and down the backstretch, she is really flirting with her teammate's pole speed! And the checker has her.... It's a Bobby Gerhard Racing front row, ladies and gentlemen! Three-nine-five! What a run for the rookie!\nThe crew chief double-checked his watch against Rebecca's, as Rebecca sat up there shaking her head with a grin a mile wide. \"Wow... If she left anything on the table, it wasn't much! I thought there for a few milliseconds she'd get me. Where she lost it was coming out of turn four.\"\n\"I'll see if she thought she had a bit of tightness in that corner. That's where I saw the drag, too. Expected. Both of you had issues with turn four in testing last month. Your problem seems fixed. A bit of fine-tuning...\" Victoria pulled in and climbed out. \"Outside front row with twelve cars left. How'd it feel in turn four? That's where you lost the pole run.\"\nRebecca smiled and gave her a thumbs up, \"Way to go, rookie!\"\nMeanwhile, the rest of the field had to run and DJ called every car on the track. When Heidi Xavier, fellow rookie of the year candidate got on the track, she also flirted with the front row. But like Victoria, had a bit of an issue with turn four and just missed by .001 miles per hour, getting 184.394 and third position for the race.\nJust before the 66 went out, The Gerhard Racing had a team meeting at the 85 pit. Owner addressed his girls and teams. \"Everyone except three of the drivers have had issues with turn four this morning. I don't like it. That's a tricky enough corner as is. Girls, you need to really listen to your spotters and communicate every lap what the car is doing going in and out of there. Center I've seen a few wobbles, but mostly the decrease in speed has been from possible tight conditions, not just on my cars, but others. I've never known Kimmel to be tight, but even the 46 was. Bill looked about ready to pitch a fit. Same with the other Bill. Venturing Motorsports definitely had trouble there. I've been assured...\" Everyone heard the engine go and saw the 66 going by on the track billowing blue smoke.\n\"Damn.\" Was the remark from the nearby pit crew chief for the 66. \"Good run going, too. High 183s.\"\nGerhard finished his thought. \"By an ARCA and track official both that they've also noticed the trend. We were told to remind our drivers to pay close heed to your spotters at all times, but especially in turn four, and tell your crew chief EVERYTHING going on with your car in that corner. In, center, out, for today's race.\" He then excused himself to talk to the 66s car owner."
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"value": "Victoria looked up from putting her gloves into her helmet when she heard the congratulations and question. Once she had her gear taken care of she turned to both and shook her head in answer to the question asked of her.\n\"I backed out on purpose. There was no problem, but I want to save some for the race.\" she replied simply and waited to be chewed out. \"I want them to underestimate me.\" she added with a shrug. She didn't really care of they were mad about her holding back, it was her driving the car after all. Whatever the case she listened during the team meeting before she went back to her car to double-check her set up once more.\nMeanwhile, Sarah was taking her run after the 66 went out, and she was mainly just going for fun. Her goal was to get into the top five, mostly for charity reason. She was pushing the car hard, much harder than one would expect of someone not racing for points. Of course the better she did, the better the donations to her charity efforts so she wanted to make it count. She might not run at every race, but she still had a fast car and a reputation to uphold as she usually placed high in the events she did take part in."
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"value": "The crew chief turned a little red, but had nothing to say as Victoria admitted to \"fudging a bit\", he just walked off.\nAfter the meeting as clean-up from oil and engine parts kept the track people busy, so the last car could qualify, Rebecca walked over to Victoria. \"Hey, you.\" She said it in almost a flirty way, but there were none of the other signs of a flirt going on. After all, she was there as a teammate. \"I'd rather you kick my ass anyway you can. Poles, better speed, definitely the race... But... I mean look. It's your name, y'know? That carries so much clout on its own, that 'fudging for the race' can create its own monster rep. It's not really one you want. Mr. Gerhard is definitely someone who you want on your side, and he's the last person you want to say you left something on the table. I'm kinda hoping I'm the only one to say something to you this morning. I mean, didn't your dad win three championships and countless poles? Furthermore, I want to see you beat my rookie record in poles*. Prove you ARE just as good as your dad. I'll give you whatever you want if you do. I got five poles in the last eighteen races of a twenty race season. You have one more race to get six.\" She gave a smile Moreno for encouragement.\nDJ on Sarah Oliver's run: And after a lengthy delay due to the detonation of car 66s engine, finally the last car goes out on the track to qualify, the 93 of Sarah Oliver. She's usually at California for that race, however with it not on the 20 race schedule this year, she came here, we might see her again at Phoenix, the next race. You heard them mentioned during her interview, but these worthy causes are worth repeating. St. Jude's. Toys for Tots. Wounded Warrior Foundation. Can you find better causes than kids and our Veterans? As she takes the checkered flag she'll have to come from mudpack, but her just being in Daytona and qualifying for today's race will be worth it!\n*-Michael McDowell actually holds that with nine. Rebecca means female, as I couldn't find a female driver with that many in ARCA"
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"value": "Miya lifted a corner of the tapestry and carefully glanced around the corridor. The torches were unlit, and the castle was quickly darkening, but there was no sign of student or ghost. Miya let the tapestry fall and sat on the bottom step of their hidden passageway. The heavy cloth did nothing against the nightly chill creeping into the stone. Miya wrapped a reassuring arm around her friend and whispered, Its alright, Alice. They'll be here soon. But Alice continued to sob quietly into the sleeve of her robes. The sound was oddly loud in the evening silence.\nWhen night fell around them, cold and dark, Alice fell silent. Miya didn't dare to light her wand. She peered at her watch in the dim light and told Alice cheerfully, Look, we don't have long to wait. Its almost time now. Still, the corridors were painfully quiet Miya strained her ears, jumping at the slightest creak of armor or portrait strolling by, but there were no footsteps or voices. Alice seemed immobilized, even when Miya shook her gently. Miya couldn't blame her, after what happened.\nThe world outside their castle walls had become a dark place, prompting most students to stay at Hogwarts over the holidays. Despite the efforts of staff and ghosts, the growing threat in the Wizarding world had cast an atmosphere of suspicion and distrust among the students. The usual animosity between Slytherin and the other houses became outright contention. Harmless hexes became more serious spells intended to do actual harm, and anyone of impure blood caught out after hours was fair game.\nMiya tightened her arm around Alice, remembering the aftermath of an encounter with a nasty gang of Slytherin's who ambushed Alice on her way from the library to their Ravenclaw dormitory. The gouging charm had left her maimed and bloody in the hospital wing. But the greatest damage couldn't be treated by potions or their mightiest Cheering Charms Alice confined herself to the Ravenclaw dormitory even when classes started.\nThat was how Miya found herself crouching behind a tapestry in a fourth floor corridor, comforting Alice while they waited for a group of Gryffindor's. The rumors of an organization intent on interfering with the Slytherin's handiwork caught Midas attention a week ago. With some discreet questioning, a fellow Ravenclaw had helped arrange a meeting to smuggle Alice out of the castle to Hogsmeade, where a family friend would be waiting to take her home. Miya knew only a few details of the plan. It seemed so clever in the light of day but, in the January chill pervading the dark corridors, she was suddenly worried about her friend. Would Alice really be safer outside, with her muggle family? Miya wasn't so sure anymore. Her own family tried to be positive with news from home, but there was no denying the danger. Her mother had even proposed leaving the country to her homeland, China, during the summer holidays. But Midas father ever the patriot refused to leave his home in a time of need.\nMiya nervously tugged on a strand of her ebony hair, fine as silk, and pulled her cloak closer to her body. Speaking more to herself than Alice, she whispered, They're late. Where are they?"
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"value": "The Marauders had always been there at Hogwarts, or so it seemed. They'd always been a constant force of messing about, prodding the teachers when they felt they could get away with it and gliding through school like it was no big deal. But all that had begun to change when their seventh year had come about. Things were... different in Britain now. Darker, more dangerous -- there were whispers in every corner of wizarding society, a malevolent suburbs that tricked from the top down. Voldemort had come into his power and had been there for several years now, stretching into every aspect of society.\nIt was a war fought behind closed doors -- in manors such as the Black family estate, in the halls of the Ministry of Magic, and perhaps most distressingly, in the friendly and open corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.\nAnd at every turn, there was something to fight back. It just so happened that the force within Hogwarts was a little... different compared to the norm.\nThe hour approached, and so did a couple of voices, too far away from Miya and Alice for the two of them to hear. And it went a bit like this:\n\"I swear, James, can't you make this thing bigger?\"\n\"It's not exactly a shirt I can run to the tailor's, is it now?\"\n\"It's just a silly old cloak. Give me a few hours, needle and thread, and we could re-enchant it.\"\n\"Oh, you with a needle and thread. I will literally pay to see you try, it'd look dreadful -- and probably be sewn into your robes.\"\n\"If it's invisible, it doesn't have to look good. Does it?\"\n\"We're not stitching up the cloak, Sirius.\"\n\"Fine, have it your way. But I'm mandating that you brush before we have to huddle up like this. It bloody reeks of garlic in here...\"\n\"I do, and shut up -- here we are...\"\n* * * *Ankles, only occasionally visible with the swish of the invisibility cloak, came to a stop some ways up the hall from the tapestry they'd been set to meet the girls by. Sirius and James could see them peeking out, corroborated by the map which James retrieved, lighting the space under the cloak with a swish of his wand.\n\"That's them,\" James muttered.\n\"Anyone else?\" Sirius asked, peering over James' shoulder and getting a strong whiff of garlic. \"... seriously mate. Literally drink mouthwash if you have to,\" he added, wrinkling up his nose.\n\"Piss off,\" James said cheerily. \"No one's around for miles, Sirius. Wait -- Luck and some of the others are... here,\" James said, pointing out a part of the map. \"Shouldn't run into them.\"\n\"Alright. Well, I'll get the girls. You follow behind, yeah?\" Sirius asked, exchanging a nod with James before he slipped out from underneath the cloak, drawing up his hood as he did. He approached the tapestry, reaching down into his robe to pull up his Gryffindor tie a bit, the signal he'd said he'd give when he arrived. They were, after all, primarily known by the fact that they were a bunch of Gryffindor's helping the helpless.\n\"Evening,\"Sirius said, stuffing his tie back down his shirt as the invisible James lingered nearby. \"Sorry I'm late -- always have to be careful. Which one of you is headed to Hogsmeade?\" Sirius asked. His eyes flicked from Alice to Miya, halting briefly on Miya before he focused back on Alice. It was rare that their midnight \"passengers\" were quite so pretty."
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"value": "The tension in her shoulders relaxed at the sight of the red-and-gold tie and Miya eased her tight grip around Alice, who still seemed lost in a quiet corner of her mind. Miya shook her gently and Alice startled out of the wide-eyed gaze. Miya slipped out of their hiding place behind the tapestry with Alice in tow to greet their escort.\nIt was impossible not to recognize the Gryffindor who greeted them. Most of the girls in their year knew his name quite well. The ever so charming Sirius Black, with his heart-stopping smile and a penchant for breaking rules, made quite an impression. Miya had never met him personally but was hardly surprised by his involvement in smuggling people out of the castle after hours. She was almost grateful for it - his nonchalant confidence was reassuring. When he spoke, Miya realized she was staring and quickly gestured at Alice.\n\"It's Alice,\" Miya answered softly. Alice looked ghastly pale in the scant light. \"But I'm going with you, too.\"\nThe original plan was for Miya to hand Alice off to the escort but the uneasy pit in Miya's stomach wouldn't rest unless she knew Alice was heading safely home in the hands of a friend. She looked at Sirius expectantly, concerned he would object to her slight change of plans.\n\"Should we go, then?\" Miya suggested."
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"value": "\"And this is Alice?\" Sirius asked, gesturing to the wan-looking girl who seemed like she wasn't all there. He'd seen that sort of look before -- it was the look one saw when something deep inside you had been hurt. Physical scars were obvious... you looked for the mental scars in the eyes. He hated that he knew that.\nSirius looked Miya over for another moment, and there was something appraising in his eyes. \"You can come if you'd like, mind, but you know it takes a while to get to Hogsmeade and back. It'll be past four when we return, and unless you already know tomorrow's password or have someone waiting to let you back in, your portrait won't let you in. Might just be best to stay at the Hog's Head if you do,\" Sirius said. They'd worked out a plan in that regard.\nJames and Sirius made the drop, Peter let them back into the common room, and Remus had a pot of Wide ye Potion waiting for them. It tasted like warm piss, but it was what kept them going through the day after these long trips out into Hogsmeade.\n\"If that's alright by you, then you can come. But I got one ground rule -- we run into trouble, you run and hide and wait for my patrons. I don't expect to run into anything,\" he amended quickly, \"but if we do, I can take care of it. This is my seventeenth run, so I know what I'm doing,\" Sirius said, glancing between Alice and Miya. \"If you two are fine with that, then come on.\"\nHe gestured for the two of them to follow him, before he made hi say down the hall toward their exit point. James, meanwhile, plodded quietly along after them, his footsteps silent."
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"value": "The thought of stumbling through the corridors at four in the morning to find herself faced with a new riddle at the dormitory was not appealing to Miya. Staying in Hogsmeade, if the arrangements could be made, was a more convenient option but also undesirable. However, a sidelong glance at Alice steeled her resolve and chased away selfish thoughts of comfort. Miya nodded firmly and said, \"I'll be okay. We'll figure something out later.\"\nWho knows, Miya thought. The Hog's Head might be quite comfortable.\nShe hooked arms with Alice as they followed Sirius down the hall. Determined to bring some life to her friend, she cheerily whispered, \"See, Alice? He's done this plenty of times already. There's nothing to worry about.\"\nMiya looked at Sirius as he led the way, quietly studying his broad shoulders and confident stride. She wondered how often something did happen on these ventures outside the castle grounds. It unnerved her to think of who they might encounter, but she also objected to being underestimated and hoped that she wouldn't be seen as an additional burden. Shivering slightly, she looked around the empty corridor.\n\"How do you leave the castle without being noticed?\" Miya asked quietly. It was quite a gamble, wandering through the halls so late at night. Filch was less active than usual with the rising discontent among students, but he wasn't the only one roaming the corridors after dark."
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"value": "Sirius glanced behind him as he watched Miya try and comfort Alice -- that girl didn't seem like she was going to come out of her sell, no matter how one tried to coax her into doing so. It was sad, and he wished there was something he could do to help.\nWell, I guess I am helping. Still, though.\n\"That hidden passage behind the tapestry that you used -- it's not the only hidden passage in this castle. There are literally hundreds from top to bottom. I just happen to know where every single one of them is,\" he said. There was no boasting to it, really -- just a simple and easy confidence that he knew exactly what he was talking about. \"As long as you avoid Filch and, well, some of the other more unsavory sorts... everything's fine.\"\nOf course, that involved themactuallyavoiding the trouble...\nThey were approaching the mirror on the fourth floor when dark figures made themselves apparent down the hall -- a black cloaked male ringed by three others. Sirius hissed under his breath --damn, damn, damn.\n\"Ah... is that a Mud blood I see behind you, Blood Traitor?\" came a deep and intimidating voice, resonant and almost demonic in the way it carried itself down the hallway toward the trio. Sirius scowled, holding his arms to either side to halt Alice and Miya.\n\"Come off it, Luck. I know it's you under there,\" Sirius spat.\nThe cloaked figure paused, his hands slowly moving up to pull his hood back. There he was -- thin-faced and beautiful in his own way, if it weren't for the fact that he was a vile bottom feeding leech. He had platinum blonde hair that trailed down his back, and a sort of haughtiness that only decades of self-assured superiority could instill in a family.\n\"Now, now. Hand those two off to us, and this doesn't have to get... ugly,\" Lucius said with a little sneer, holding his own arms out as his three lackeys dispersed into a loose semicircle. Between the two groups was the mirror that would lead them out into Hogsmeade, and Sirius' eyes flicked only briefly to it before focusing back in on Lucius.\n\"And who all is that? Avery? Dulcimer? Wilkes?\" Sirius asked, the names rolling off his tongue like drips of poison -- he could see them all tense up -- they had thought no one knew their precious secret.\n\"I swear, if this isn't the most ragtag bunch of pissant, I don't know what is,\" Sirius taunted, glancing back to Miya for a second... but no, not quite -- beyond her.\nJames leaned close to Miya, very gently whispering: \"See that mirror? Get ready to run toward it after Sirius.\" Perhaps she'd recognize his voice, perhaps not... but then it was gone, going back to the other side."
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"value": "Desmond had found that he quickly remembered how soft and sweet Amanda was to him. What with how she looked like she wanted to reach in his stomach and pull out his organs so she could tie them to a truck and drive off. Always so nice and pleasant, the screwdriver of course had helped her look like she didn't want to jam it in his other eye socket and have fun making him completely blind. It was times like these that Desmond thought about the decision he made and how there were obviously no regrets or negative feelings at all.\nIt also was probably best that he didn't know about the thoughts going through John's head, as it would've made him quite self-conscious about how he was. However, he wasn't looking forward to being around Miklos, as something just didn't sit right with him about that guy. \"Alright, sounds good.\" Running a hand through somewhat damp hair, he was relieved to know that he was slowly being put back together, so at least one thing would feel familiar. Though the opportunity of being put in a room with Amanda that happened to contain a trap of any sort didn't sit to well with him at all. He assumed that she would either bash him over the head till he bled out, or she'd give him a 'hands on' experience of how it works. It made him wish he took more wood shop and mechanical classes so he wouldn't have to spend time with someone who obviously hated his very presence.\n\"W... what are you talking about?\" He asked, nervously laughing, pretending that he wasn't in fact singing exactly like a girl does into her hairbrush. \"I wasn't singing anything.\" Desmond didn't bother to make eye contact with Amanda, he knew better than that. Hopefully she would at least let him get away with lying this once. \"I won't sing anything, anyway. Especially Ashley.\" He was expecting John to defend him in some way and try to quell the anger that was common to this woman, but at hearing no form of that, he realized their dislike for his singing was mutual. At least they didn'tseem in the shower, as much relief as that was.\n\"I'll pay attention though, don't worry. I'll listen to everything you have to say, Amanda.\" Which meant: 'I'll be quiet so you can't find a reason to become angered with me in any way possible'. It was really a safe thing to do, as opposed to just blatantly making an ass out of himself. After all, she knew the building better than he did, and knew where to hide. Also, he didn't really feel like making conflict and making this all the more difficult for John."
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"value": "John remained where he was, lingering at the workshop table surrounded by his careful blueprints, his deft fingers digging into the mass of gears and springs while Amanda turned fully, regarding Desmond the way a particularly cruel child eyes the ant they have centered beneath their magnifying glass. She tossed down the screwdriver she'd been holding then, and it crashed against the table and echoed through the room,\n\"What, aside from the fact you just rick rolled the entire fucking building?\" Amanda snapped, and then irritably waved Desmond over to her, heading towards an adjacent room, her combat boots stomping along the cement floor, causing a surprising amount of noise for someone as small and thin as Amanda. The room she led Desmond into looked as though it may have been a drama room at some point, an enormous room with a vault ceiling, double doors, and a single desk that was sitting off to the side. There was an enormous steel beam that ran across the roof as a part of the rooms' reinforcement, and a ladder had been set in the room to reach it; what appeared to be part of a hydraulic engine had been painstakingly lifted to the beam and bolted into place while a long thick chain held two long, thick steel bars that still needed to be bolted into place on the hydraulics.\n\"Those,\" she said, pointing to the steel bars, \"Have to be bolted to that.\"\nShe pointed to the hydraulic engine,\n\"Normally Hoffman would do it, but he's been working, so -\" she shrugged with her mouth and held out a pneumatic torque wrench for Desmond, \"You're going to do it. And try not to fall off the ladder, it's kind of a long way down, and I'd hate to have to tell John that's how you died. Put a little muscle into it too, huh, those bars probably weigh more than you do.\"\nAnd, back in the other room, John was working quietly on the arm piece of a future trap, one that he had initially named the Rack, but Amanda was much more creative with names, so now he mentally referred to it as the Twisting Crucifix - he had already tested out the leg pieces with the dead flesh of sheep - their bone density was more akin to a human's, even if the pig flesh was closer. The trap didn't so much snap the bone as it slowly wound it around itself, causing it to slowly tear at each joint, and he had just down the arm piece to test it, when he realized there was blood on the metal.\nSuddenly muzzy, John looked down at his hand; he was bleeding - not a cause for alarm, the medication he took to manage the symptoms of the cancer had caused his skin to become thin and easily marred, the chemo had made his blood flow heavier, so even the smallest cuts looked worse than they were. He disappeared into the medical room to clean up the cut, and in his dizziness, failed to notice the thick streak of blood that had followed him across the room."
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"value": "Of course his shame was quite apparent. He looked as though he had been caught naked in the middle of a highway. It was just an awful feeling, and he was really beginning to hate Amanda for easily making him feel this way. For once, the girl was the bully at the playground, pulling everyone's hair and kicking dirt in their eyes. \"Y. Yeah. I guess I did.\" He meekly mumbled, following after her. As they were leaving though, he had glanced back at John, wishing he could stay with him instead. After all, he was nice, he wasn't so awfully cruel and rude.\nAs those boots slammed to the ground, he had flinched with every step. Apparently the young man was finally realizing what it was like to be completely whipped by a girl. It wasn't exactly the most comforting feeling in the world. \"Y. Yeah, I don't want to fall.\" He spoke softly, looking up the ladder. He wasn't entirely comfortable climbing up that ladder when Amanda could've easily pushed it over and killed him in a moment. Something in her tone, also told him she would hardly be sorry about him dying in such a silly way. Nah, she'd be the one encouraging such a death.\nGrabbing the tool, he started to climb up the ladder, shaking a little sometimes. His glance kept falling to the floor, looking at Amanda as if he was constantly preparing for that long fall. When he had finally reached the top, Desmond sighed loudly. This was a bit more work than he was prepared for. Within moments, he was already exhausted with bolting down the beams. \"Dammit...\" The former thief sighed, continuing this annoyingly long job.\n\"Anything else you want me to do while I'm up here?\" He mumbled, looking down at the intimidating woman."
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"value": "Amanda watched; she watched each slow, careful step that Desmond took up the ladder, watched his hands shift up the wrongs, and she quietly wished as hard as she could that it would tumble over, that Desmond would hit the ground and his head would splash across the concrete, and she could mournfully explain to John that it was an accident without having to lie to him. She hated lying to John, hated hiding the truth from him because he had this way of turning those pale eyes onto her and making her feel like a little girl all over again, make her feel guilty of every white lie she had ever told, made her feel guilty for continuing to lie to John by telling him she had stopped cutting and burning herself. She hated that she kept doing it anyway, even though she feared that one day he would catch her in the act and the trust would be gone entirely - she couldn't lose that, couldn't lose John. Furthermore, she would die if she lost John, she was sure of it.\nHer thin face was twisted into a miserable, sour expression, her eyes narrowed.\nAnd now this fucker was in her life, interline. She had gotten used to the idea of Hoffman; he had been in this before she had been, and Miklos - well, she hated the fat, greasy piece of shit, but he wasn't around often enough to be a problem. He was brought in only when things were desperate, when his surgical skills were called for and John's hands were too shaky for him to do it himself; that was when they called him in, Miklos, a perverted doctor who had taken advantage of sedated patients. Made Amanda sick. Made John sick too, she could see it every time they were in the room together that John felt queasy just for standing near the man, but being who he was, he reminded himself that a second chance had been given and Miklos was trying to redeem himself, had sacrificed his own leg to escape the trap he had been put in. He had lived up to the rules.\nBut this guy, Desmond, he had no use. He was only there because he had nowhere else to go, and as far as Amanda was concerned it would be a mercy killing to send him to the ground right then, after what he'd done - killing a woman and her unborn child, even accidentally, it mirrored John's own story too closely, after John had lost his unborn son to Cecil's irresponsibility.\n\"I wouldn't have let you get out.\" Amanda said conversationally, casually placing a hand on the ladder wrung, \"Of the trap. I wouldn't have put in a fail-safe. Would've made the drill take your fucking brain out instead of just your eye.\""
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"value": "Perhaps it was by reflex, but Desmond felt his knees lock into the ladder a bit as he was up. It was as if his body was already bracing its self against an attempt to be knocked off of the high ladder. He knew there wasn't exactly any bails of hay or soft pillows to land on. Concrete wasn't exactly the best of places to land when a psycho woman would probably stomp on you the moment you hit the ground. \"That's nice to hear.\" He sarcastically, replied, doing the necessary work he had to up there, hoping to quickly finish the job. \"I can tell you're fond of me by the glares you give me every five minutes.\" Wiping his forehead for a moment, he continued, \"It's like you're smiling at me... except it's like you want me to die constantly. I think I'll stick around here longer though, if you don't mind.\" If he was more daring, he would try baiting her a bit... but he knew better than to do that with a crazy woman who wanted him dead.\nWhen the job was finished, he moved back down the ladder and stared at Amanda, wary of any violence that might be in her. \"So what now? Are we going to do anything else, or shoulder check up on John?\" He could tell that she had something for him, it was quite obvious with how protective she was. It was like him being near the man was enough to upset her, so he tried to be a bit passive-aggressive by putting emphasis on 'we.' Oh, how he sincerely hoped she wouldn't wring his neck in his sleep. His best bet might be to just crawl in John's bed at night, she couldn't kill him right in front of the man."
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"value": "It didn't take a lot to bait Amanda Young these days; now, all it took was a well-placed jab or someone looking at her the wrong way for her to launch into a near-homicidal rage. Most of the time she seemed to be seething with a barely controlled anger at the entire world, and the only things that calmed her anymore were John, and the press of a blade into her skin. But even the latter had been wearing off for her, because she had begun to feel intense guilt every time she did it, thinking of the promises she was breaking to the man who had changed her life and taken her in. He had never asked a lot from her - everything she had done was voluntary, all he'd asked was that she not take drugs and stop cutting herself, he'd told her to be kind to herself instead of abusing her body every chance she got.\nAnd she had failed, and that made her even angrier. All she could do was make up for it through her traps, make them work - make them work damn well. At first her anger had got the best of her, and she just hadn't put in a fail-safe on a trap because it had occurred to her that if they lived - if they lived, John might take them in, too.\nAnd after all, he already had enough going on right? He was already sick, and taking in more strays wouldn't be good for him. She was just looking out for his welfare, it was for the best.\nEventually she'd left the option out of every trap; no one was allowed to escape anymore, not when it was her creation - and more of them were hers these days as John became less physically capable of making them.\nShe hadn't made Desmond's, though. She wished she had.\n\"Hey,\" Amanda said flatly, when Desmond's tone dropped to sarcasm, and she kicked her thick boot against the wrung hard enough to rattle the entire ladder, \"Fuck you, bitch.\"\nAnd then she was striding away because it turned out Desmond had a point; they had been in there a while, and she wanted to see John, he always made her feel better. Making her way down the hall, she moved into the workshop and looked around - he wasn't in there, which was weird, since he would normally spend hours inside.\nUnless he was so unwell he couldn't keep up with it, that happened some days.\nAbout to turn away to go check if he was in his room, she paused for an instant when something on the ground caught her eye; he looked down, lifted her boot, and found her shoe print in blood on the concrete floor. Looking behind her, there were droplets across the room, progressively becoming larger; cold trilled down her spine and she grabbed the door handle to access the medical room, only to have her hand come away sticky with blood and there was so much of it that it had crawled across the handle and streaked down the door.\n\"Shit,\" Amanda said, \"Shit, shit,\"\nShe opened the door and shrieked, because John was on the floor, securing violently; she ran to him and put him over onto his side, immediately beginning to sob."
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"value": "Chaos had descended upon the happy shoppers of newly opened super mall which was recently built near the center of the city - and it wasn't because of the sale of new designer high heels in the second story shoe shop. There had been reports of strange activities within the large three-story shopping center since it's grand opening earlier in the month. Nothing which couldn't be explained away by pointing the blame on the rebellious youth of today and their lack of moral decency thanks to bad upbringing and the internet causing a downfall of social standards.\nYou know, the sudden raising of women's skirts as they made their way through areas with no apparent drafts of wind. The occasional groping of busty customers by either phantom hands or even male patrons who claimed to have blacked out only moments prior. That incident involving a three-way between a middle-aged couple and a seemingly traumatized yet oddly satisfied store clerk. Not to mention what a couple of the female customers were doing with the ketchup bottles before pleading ignorance to their acts even after being shown the security camera footage.\nOkay, so maybe they weren't exactly normal incidents, but they certainly weren't completely above a good PR spin to put a positive face on them. Unfortunately, not even the greatest of public relations could hope to cover up what was happening now. The chaos of the moment was seemingly punctuated by the almost piercing scream of a woman whom could be seen racing down the aisles of the mall in her underwear while a mixture of ghostly figures and human males with strangely glowing eyes gave chase - ripped skirt in hand and rather clear intentions in their almost comically twisted features.\nShe wasn't alone in her shock and terror, as numerous customers of both male and female persuasion were seen trying to fend off possessed human and ghost alike. There were women running from men and apparition. Men trying to defend their wives and dates. Not to mention a few pimply faced teens who were being chased by a number of evidently possessed toys - with their greatest horror seemingly being due more to said toys being taken out of their mint boxes, rather than the possessions themselves.\n\"Sinners!!\" Shouted a light complexioned, dark haired male in his mid-twenties who was dressed as a Priest and stood near the center of this madness while perched upon a bench - an opened bible in hand as he further scolded, \"You see now what your life of sin, debauchery and greed has brought down upon you? This is your time of judgment! This is the final fate of your immortal souls! This... well, this is just a shitty time for most of you in general.\" A snicker escaped the male's lips after that final bit; his lips curving into a sly little smirk as the head ghost which resided within took a moment to survey his handiwork. If one were to peak down at the bible in his hand, they would find little else then mostly blank pages - save for the occasional dirty scribble jolted down in his free time as the possessed male reflected, \"A guy could get used to this whole wrath and judgment crap.\""
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"value": "The massive glass entryway to the mall's lower floor exploded as the infamous Pink SUV of Date city known to most as \"See Through\" utterly destroyed everything in its path. The vehicle powered through everything in its path people darted out of it's way almost in more fear for their lives then their nether regions at this point.\n\"Stocking, ejected me at the food court!\" shouted the blonde passenger, standing in her seat and removing her g-string \"These cunts are scaring away all the hot ass here.\"\n\"Christ Panty, you can't stop thinking about sex for like, five seconds can you?\" replied the gothic driver\n\"Sure I can, 1...2...3...4...5, there I did it now hurry up, I have a hot date tonight, and I don't want to be covered in ghost guts this time.\" within the one called Panty's hands, the undergarment from which her name derived was magically transformed into a holy Desert Eagle that gleamed with an ethereal aura.\n\"Gladly, I don't want herpes all over the seat.\" Stocking slammed her Mary Jane stiletto hard into the brakes and down shifted until she skidded to a stop. Panty was, as demanded, ejected into the air two stories up. Panty glided with grace and determination despite the high octane speeds. She cocked her weapon and began her rapid decline.\nBeneath Panty, a devilish looking ghost hovered above a possessed human, marionette guides in his hands as if he were controlling a puppet. It cackled maniacally before sensing the angel's presence. It looked up to see the muzzle of the glowing gun inches away from his yellow eyes. He frowned a whimpered a bit as she shouted her \"holy\" quote of judgement.\n\"REPENT, MOTHER FUCKER.\" the gun was practically touching his eye by the time she pulled the trigger, the spirit bullet firing through his eye and hollowing out his skull. The gun's muzzle pushed fully into his open wound and was carried with panty down to the ground, landing with a heavy thud that cracked the flooring.\nPanty grip the ghosts dissipating shoulder, keeping him bound to the mortal realm for a while longer and ran with him, using him as a fleshy, riot shield. The back of his skull flashed repeatedly, every shot fired blowing massive chunks of flesh and bone from the ghosts that surrounded her. By the time most could react half of the specters could react, the other half was already shot down, their ethereal bodies obliterated by Panty's holy ammunition\nBehind her, leapt her sister, Stocking, jumping from See Through and pulling off one of her stockings. The thigh high garment gleaned into a long Sabre and was quickly being slashed through the air, decapitating all the dazed ghosts her sister had missed or ignored with her fire-arm. As quickly as they arrived, the Anarchy sisters had utterly annihilated all resistance, standing triumphantly in the mall center, the wind of their fast arrival finally catching up, blowing their short dresses in between their milky thighs and revealing their own nether-regions to the daemon who had afflicted such chaos upon these innocent people."
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"value": "The resulting counter-chaos which had begun to undo his current attack on the populace of the super mall had happened rather quickly. The possessed human could only stand there for now, observing as the pair of females started slicing and blasting their way through the currently assembled ghosts. Many of the freed humans either hid within the nearby stores when the pressure was off of them, while a few others tried to make their way toward the nearest exits. For his part, the demon was left with a rather dumbfounded, but also annoyed expression as the dust started to settle on the scene.\n\"Angels, huh? Well ain't that a bitch....\" He grumbled, sticking to his possessed body for now as he took a step off of the bench while keeping the short distance away from the pair - a faint smirk touching onto the males devilish features at the brief peepshow inadvertently granted to him, \"You are a tad sight better appealing to the eyes than the average overweight mall patron, I'll give you that.\"\nThe demon continued to flash that rather snarky grin, hinting of plans most devious as the possessed male stood there with open bible in hand while musing, \"Still, though. Two Angels here to break up my fun in turning this mall into the greatest monument of lust and sin the world has ever seen. Most would see this as a setback of rather grievous proportions.\"\nHead tilted slightly, the possessed male grew bold enough to take a few steps forward, keeping himself alert for any further attacks on their part, as he finished with a hint of amusement to his voice, \"I, on the other hand....\" With the closing of his book, this seemed to be an unspoken signal for the next wave of ghostly apparitions to begin making their presence known.\nThe ground beneath the Anarchy sisters started to shake, with beams of light seemingly seeping out from the few cracks in the polished mall floor. However, the sisters may react, it was evident that their fight had only just begun, as a sudden eruption of ghosts, each seemingly faster (and perhaps stronger?) then the previous batch, began spilling outward to pick up where their exorcised comrades had left off. A few of them resumed their chase after the mall patrons - cutting off the exits of their escape - while the majority quickly made after the pair of Angels. Ghostly limbs reached out, trying to swipe at and grab the girls arms and legs, as a seemingly endless supply of them literally flew into action for their masters' amusement.\n\"Best of luck with the second wave. And believe me, there are far more where they came from.\" The demonic male warned, a sense of amused mockery behind his cold voice, while observing the resulting show as his subjugated servants went about trying to deal with the sisters as he tested and played with these party crashers."
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"value": "\"Who the hell is this douche nozzle?\" Said Panty uninterested, ignoring his speech. \"He looks like a pussy version of Garter. Well, more of a pussy.\"\n\"True,\" replied Stocking stepping forward toward the priest \"Let's ask him!\"\n\"Hey dick-wad,\" said Panty following her sister \"Who the fuck are you, and why do you have such a hard-on for forced orgies?\"\nPanty and Stocking never got their answer as a dozen or more ghost slept from the underworld; the Sisters Anarchy immediately went back to back. Stocking, her blade set level with her eyes and her feet, shifting to a guard stance. Panty leaned back, her gun cocked, her arm straight allowing her to look down the sight of the mystic gun and scope the heads over the nearest ghost threat in her crosshairs.\n\"Stocking, if you have an idea, it would be really fucking useful.\" barked Panty as the ghosts approached.\n\"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!\" stressed Stocking, looking at all the undead specters approaching."
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"value": "As the new wave of ghosts sprung out and began to make their move, the demon would simply watch with a snickering face as what was to come next. \"Restrain them, you bunch of Casper rejects! I don't care how many of you it takes, just bring them down!\" He shouted, watching as the swarm of ghosts heeded his command and moved on the sisters.\nThey moved quickly, with surprising unison in terms of managing to take advantage of any blind spots the others afforded them with their own maneuvers. Truly, the Anarchy sisters had little chance, as the small army of specters eventually managed to dog pile onto both of them. There was a series of frantic movements and the sounds of body parts swooshing around as they were knocked around within the hurried assault - until finally the ghosts moved away to show both Panty and Stocking held by their wrists, weapons knocked aside, while held within the mall center in a kneeling position.\n\"There. On your knees. That seems a much better position for a couple of actual bible bumpers.\" The demon spoke, slowly walking closer by now, remaining within his human host form as a few more demonic looking features began forming out in the shape of a reddening complexion and a set of horns growing out of the now whitening hair, \"As for your questions? You may call me.... Jon. A little boring, I'm aware, but it's a shortened version of a name that's... well, perhaps a little embarrassing without proper context.\"\nA short pause there, as the now demonic looking 'Priest' gave a throat clearing sound before moving on with the introductions for his 'captive' audience, \"As for my so-called obsession with forced orgies? Well.... why not? Don't you think this world is incredibly dull the way it is? Wouldn't a modern housing of debauchery and lust on a level the world had never seen before help to spruce up the place? A place where one can have all the sex, alcohol, drugs and anything else you can ever ask for and more?\"\nHis red eyes surveyed the pair of sisters, before settling on Panty for a moment and then giving a knowing smirk as he added, \"I'll bet this one knows what I'm talking about. You strike me as the type who could go for a good, hard, group screwing every now and again. Am I close?\""
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"value": "The sisters Anarchy quickly fell prey to the burning legionaries. Their strength and speed greatly outmatching those of their fallen former comrades.\n\"You want to play rough motherfucker lets play! Stocking!\" Panty, shouted with anger\" Lets turn this bitch up to eleven\"\n\"Already on it!\" Replied her raven sister with her own, black lace panties in hand. She tossed them too her sister, transforming it into an identical twin of Panty's own gun. Stocking had already removed her other legging at this point, the stripped, ethereal blades shimmering in her hands. The guns of the blonde angel barked and the blades of the gothic angle cut the air. Ghosts were slain in scores and from the perspective of the sisters, the angels were quickly winning. But for every ghost slain two more stood in its place. The army was relentless and never ending. It was only a matter of time before the two legendary fighters were out numbered, bogged down and captured, forced to kneel before this demonic enemy.\nStocking felt the hands of her innumerable captors feeling her precious womanhood. They did not do anything to her, but it was far worse than just raping her, they were observing, thinking intently on how to defile her already impure body even more. Unfazed by such actions, Panty was furious struggling and fighting seven still in their invalid state. She looked into the Demon Priest's eyes with spite. Grinding her teeth and baring down on him with venom. Before he could even finish his sentence she spat, with incredible accuracy mind you, into the mouth of the demon.\n\"Only thing you're close to is kissing my ass, ya fuckin' Saturday morning cartoon villain.\" she spat, breaking her wrist free of one of her captors and repeatedly punching the other \"Why don't you go back to Disney, they just bought Star Wars and could probably use an ugly fuck like you as an extra or something.\""
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"value": "Heart racing faster than she liked, Ami cleared her throat and flashed a shaky grin in his direction. Nah, it's fine, Ami was quick to tell him, brushing it off as if nothing happened. Of course, it DID happen but he doesn't need to know that it caused her knees to feel weak or anything. Your mind was miles away, right? No harm, no foul no blood? Letting that die, Ami played with a few pieces of bright red, several strands falling against her cheeks despite her best efforts to keep it restrained and out of the way. Anyway I don't know what these things are, either. There is no way of predicting anything that will happen next. I wish I could, but I don't think anyone thought that zombies will. Burst out of a horror film and try to eat our brains. Giving a helpless shrug, Ami hopped off the desk, brushing her hands off as she tried to think of something -anything- she can say next. Yes, it may be a good idea to stay in the school it might not be, too. Dark blue eyes glancing at him, Ami came to stand before him, and gently, playfully flicked him on the forehead. What, did you seriously expect me to be offended over that? Nah, I'm perfectly fine. It's not as though it meant anything.\nA cheeky grin pulling at her lips, Ami stuck her tongue out at him, only to laugh shortly after the fact. Alright, moving on. Ah Trailing off, the young woman decided to take a seat near him, while well, doing anything BUT think about what just went on. Okay. You think that its best if we stay here, right? Ami asked, crossing one long, slender leg over the other even if it did cause her skirt to ride up just a teensy bit. I believe it may be a good idea to move out of the city, but have a reliable way to come back in, to gather supplies and all that. The cities are crowded, which means that this will spread a hell of a lot faster than in the country. We can find guns, make a base of sorts you know, that sort of thing Ami rubbed the back of her neck, scrunching her nose rather cutely and glancing over at him. Okay, it sounded better in my head, alright? I think you get the point she grumbled next, pouting. Anyway what are your thoughts? It did seem like Khan had a better handle on the situation than she did though all things considering, does anyone?"
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"value": "He raised an eyebrow at her playful, cheerful actions and looked up at her as she plopped down into the comfortable sofa next to him, crossing ivory skin over ivory skin as her skirt rode up to show a slight bit more, and then she continued to speak. There was only one reason that someone would be so cheerful in a time like this, so outwardly happy in such a dire situation. It must be her way of dealing with the stress, dealing with the fear she must be feeling, he looked over to her as she spoke not really listening to her talk just pondering over this confusing girl. She'd been ever so confrontational, ever so fierce but now that they were alone she seemed to be showing her fear, showing it in her own way - or so Khan thought. There was no way someone could be so cheerful, it just didn't add up in his mind. 'What are your thoughts?' she asked him, and his hands then extended reaching over for the girl who shared the sofa with him one hand finding the back of her head, placing its self in the thick red hair, the other hand finding the back of the ivory thigh furthest from him, pulling her over, closer, into a soft snuggle on the sofa they shared, his fingers musing through her thick hair as he held her close with a bite on his lip. \"I think...\" he said softly while still holding her somewhat tight, but not too tight that she couldn't move away if she would choose to. \"That you're as terrified as I am, just better at hiding it.\" he said with a softer tone on his voice now, his fingers moving through the thick red hair as his other hand held onto the ivory thigh that poked out of her skirt.\nRegardless of her reaction he would just continue to talk, be it holding her or being scolded by her, he didn't really mind. \"We wait, see if it blows over quickly, if we need clean clothing, more supplies, more anything that's when we move, until then we stay put. We are in a target building for some people, people will know that schools have a large supply of useful resources, maybe someone will come our way? For now, we stay put... Ami.\" he said softly looking at her eyes gently as he closed his, laying his head back softly into the sofa that he sat in, he was set on what he wanted to do, with or without Ami, however he didn't know enough, enough to make a concise and smart decision about what he really wanted to do. He had to stick to the main human instinct, survive, he couldn't do anything fancy, couldn't get a car and load it with supplies and drive around that was just too risky especially while he doesn't know what he's up against, he just feels like he needs to play time... To learn and advance in this new hellhole of a world, just 5~ hours in and already a lot of things had gone to shit."
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"value": "A hand tangled into her thick red hair the other finding the back of her thigh, pulling her closer to the young man who could very well be, her last connection to the world that she used to live in. From now on, Ami will have to pick up a knife, a gun, something and protect herself from people she thought of as friends, family. It is a fight for survival. Ami was brought into a hug, soft, intimate, and with no expectations whatsoever. I think he spoke up, his words just as soft, if not even more so, that you're as terrified as I am, just better at hiding it. His fingers started going through the thick red waves, and the big shocker was she didn't want to pull away. We wait, see if it blows over quickly, if we need clean clothing, more supplies, more anything that's when we move, until then we stay put. We are in a target building for some people. People will know that schools have a large supply of useful resources, maybe someone will come our way? For now, we stay put Ami. How is it that, in less than twelve hours everything has gone to hell? Is that even possible? Ami has no idea, but the world has definitely taken a one-eighty. Dark blue disappearing under long, thick lashes, Ami let herself relax against him because, under ANY other circumstances, shed shove him away in an instant. You're right she confessed in a low whisper. I'm scared out of my mind. I've got no idea what to do, and I usually can just use my fists, get out of any situation but I can't here I just I'm scared, I'm terrified I. Shaking her head, Ami buried her face into his shirt not wanting him to see just how truly freaked out she is. Come on, zombies?! What is it, a bad horror movie?\nBoth hands resting on his chest, Ami let her ear lay next to one, her gaze sweeping over the office. To think that shed be forced to stay where she considers to be her personal hell, and all for the sake of survival yikes. I stay we stay up, at least for now, she spoke up again. We have food, water, clothes though I really think we need to go out and find better weapons. A few knives just isn't going to cut it. What if one breaks? What if we lose one? I can probably hike out to the nearest hardware store, steal a few things No guns, though shed love to get her hands on one or two. The noise will get their attention, which is the last thing they need. Hammers, most definitely a necessity other small, potentially dangerous weapons. Ami lifted her head, threads of red slipping from between his fingers in order to tickle her cheeks, her jawline his face. What do you think? Ami asked, though more to be polite than anything else. In her mind, they need weapons, plain and simple. Against zombies, they can't go running around without a way of fighting back. Her dark blue eyes found his, and she waited for his answer."
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"value": "It was, surreal, to say the least. Here was this feisty red-headed girl, one of the foreigners in the mostly Asian school. He'd taken a risk, he could sense her discomfort and could strangely sense her fear. So he'd done it, he'd brought her into the hug he thought she needed, and she'd melted into his arms. Almost as if he'd been her lover, a lover she'd not seen for months she'd melted. He watched as her eyes closed and she has begun to speak, then her head buried itself into his shirt, her makeup slightly dirtying the white fabric as she did, but he did not mind. \"Ami.\" he whispered quietly before he could feel her soft hands rubbing against his chest through his shirt, the side of her head now leaning against his chest as if she was listening to his heartbeat. She began to talk about what she felt they needed, she felt they needed weapons and while Khan wasn't ever going to use a weapon if she needed that to stay safe then he would likely have to oblige. When she said she could hike out to the nearest hardware store the warmth of his hand overwhelmed the side of her face pulling her chin up so she was looking up at him. Before she could even ask for his opinion it was being given to her.\n\"You aren't going anywhere on your own.\" he said softly looking down at her and then oddly, he blushed. He looked slightly away from her and a bit down on his bottom lip as he processed in his mind how to word this... Ami was... a pretty girl, to say the least, and Khan shared a few classes with her. When he'd seen her running in the direction of danger he'd not even questioned putting himself in danger to save her. He turned back to face her, his hand hadn't left her cheek during his moment of digression to think. He looked down into her eyes with a soft expression on his face. \"Normally I'd. Think twice about running into danger.\" he said gently \"but when I saw you going in the direction I knew wasn't safe I ignored everything and came to help you.\" he said taken a deep breath. \"I've always thought you beautiful Ami.\" he said before biting his tongue and looking away again, there was still a slight bit of red on his cheeks, but it had subsided slightly. It felt odd, to be doing something like this in a time like this, but, he knew she was scared. With god as his witness there was no chance he was going to let a girl go into a situation where she could possibly die without knowing at least one person in the world thought her beautiful. One of his hands reached down and grabbed her ivory thigh, pulling her up, sitting her in his lap, her legs stretched out on the sofa her skirt riding up as he sorted that. He wasn't going to let something flash if she didn't choose it to. As he smoothed out her skirt and looked at her in the moment of silence he then finally said. \"I guess what I'm saying is. I like you, a lot. Enough to make me go out of my own line of reasoning to save you earlier. I don't think we need any weapons, we have a few tools in there if you want to arm yourself with something to protect yourself if I'm not there.\" he said gesturing towards the wood shop. \"But I'll protect you, Ami.\" he said in a loving, caring tone."
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"value": "The softest whisper of her name caught AMIS attention, but it didn't seem important enough that she needed to lift her head and see what's the matter, so she left it alone. It wasn't until the warmth of his hand engulfed the side of her face, pulling her head up so that she was looking at him, that she bothered opening her eyes. Dark blue blinked up at him, disgruntled confusion swirling in their depths. You aren't going anywhere on your own, Khan said softly, and then, oddly, blushing. Ami sat up a little bit, watching while he thought over his next words or at least, that's what she assumes he's going over in that head of his. Big question is, though what does he mean? It isn't as if she answers to him, or anything like that oohs no, not anywhere close. Ami answers to no one but herself, plain and simple. So why? Their eyes met again, his hand never leaving her cheek for some odd reason. Normally I'd think twice about running into danger, he murmured, in a tone of voice that seems gentle, but when I saw you going in the direction I knew wasn't safe, I ignored everything and came to help you. A deep breath interrupted that particular thought which makes her wonder what else is there to say.\nI've always thought you're beautiful, Ami Again Khan looked away, a hint of red on his cheeks still. But not nearly as much as earlier. In an instant, and without any warning, one hand reached down and curled around her thigh, pulling making her sit in his lap, both legs on either side of his hips. Taken by surprise, all Ami could manage was a small gasp, both hands having ended up on his chest at some point. While her mind tried to make sense of everything, he went on to fix her skirt, that way everything is hidden which is surprising, even that he's a guy and all. Their eyes met one more time, silence stretching on and on and on still. I guess what I'm saying is I like you, a lot. Enough to make me go out of my own line of reasoning to save you earlier. I don't think we need any weapons, we have a few tools in there if you want to arm yourself with something to protect yourself if I'm not there, Khan gestured towards the wood shop, but I'll protect you, Ami. What? Is this supposed to be a grand confession or something? Ami blinked, not really sure how to take this. On one hand, its really sweet and all but on the other hand, essentially, the world just went to hell. It could just be that he's hoping to get laid before a zombie starts munching on his brain like a burger. Who knows? Ami hardly knows him as it is. Light pink dusted over her features, and she averted her gaze with a rather cute pout. Uh thanks? She finally spoke up. Um I mean Thanks, for calling me beautiful I just I really doubt you like me, you know, that way. We're totally different. A-Anyway I'd much rather go out and get those supplies, cause well, I doubt much here can qualify as a weapon. It's all electric and crap. We need stuff that we can tote around ourselves."
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"value": "Taxa Shopping Town couldn't withstand the forces of the zombies. What the group of Fujimi Academy students and teacher had believed to be an impenetrable fortress fully stocked ended up being just as flimsy as all of their previous hideouts. The worst part of the building being compromised was that it all happened so fast. The group had felt cocky there, so they had let their guard down. So there was no escape plan, and no back up location. It was all Says Sakai could do to get out of there alive and unscathed.\nThe self-proclaimed genius honestly should have seen such a situation coming. The apartment they hunkered down in briefly wasn't safe-mostly due to Takashi's insistence on being a hero for the defenseless little girl. Alice had turned into a sort of unofficial mascot for the group, proof that there should still be hope and innocence in such a cruel world. And not even her family estate could withstand the forces of Them. Even with all their loyal guards and money, nothing mattered in the end.\nWithout having a disaster plan when the over-glorified shopping mall fell, the pink haired girl was quickly separated from her group. She had long ago lost her Fujimi Academy uniform, dressed instead in an outfit she picked off the racks from the shopping mall. Her hair was still styled in the high twin tails, her glasses still in perfect condition. Says wore an olive green midriff tank top, with the letters HQ emblazoned across her chest. On anyone else, it would have been a full length t-shirt but thanks to her voluptuous body type, it was tighter and shorter than it should be. A pair of shorts in the same shade barely brushed the top of her thighs, and thin suspenders kept them up thanks to her wide hips and bubble butt.\nSays had left with no supplies whatsoever, and her only weapon was a serrated pocket knife. Honestly, she would have given her left arm at that moment for an automatic pistol. Thanks to the screams of one of the survivors they had been hunkering down with, the zombies were very distracted. The undead tended to follow their hearing more than their seeing, and that person was making enough noise to literally wake the dead. Thanks to such a distraction, the busty girl was able to put some distance between herself and the site of the tragedy.\nWhat the haughty teen couldn't have anticipated was seeing a shop with lights on. She had to rub her eyes and double check, thinking that it had to be her imagination. No, thanks to the EMP that detonated over Japan, electricity was now a thing of the past. But this building most of ran off of a generator in order to retain electricity. Says cast her orange hued eyes up to the sign to see exactly what sort of place would still have power. After she read the sign once over, she had to stop to do it all over again thanks to shock.\nIt seemed the only building left in Japan with power happened to be an adult shopping center. She silently wondered what could the odds possibly be as she made her way towards the shop in question. There were flyers in the front windows, advertising upcoming DVD releases. Says approached the entrance, looking about to see her current situation before she would devise a plan to get the attention of whoever was in the building. Without a zombie in sight, Says thought it prudent to begin to bang on the door to get the attention of whoever was inside.\nOpen up! Open up right now! Says was striking the door with both of her fists balled up. She needed to draw attention to herself sooner than later, if she wished to survive. Please, I'm alive out here! Alive and no bites! As much as the heir to the demolished Sakai estate didn't want to beg, she figured it best to appeal to whoever would be the person to seal her fate."
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"value": "Hired Uzumekiused to be your average rebel and delinquent kind of guy from his own high school. Though not really the stereotypical way you think one is, but more on the fact not many couldn't get near him due to his appearance and his strange \"ways\" at times. He always felt there always something unpredictable would happen to the world, and it is something that we humans at least for the majority might not be prepared for. These type of thoughts stay with him during the start of his high school to his second year, and it would be then on how much he realizes how close to the truth he possibly was. One day, he saw the janitor of the school acting weird as he started groaning and moaning while walking around kinda aimlessly around the school ground when he came in.\nAt first, he thought the janitor got a hangover or something from drinking too much since some of the students like Hired himself know he is a drinker and even drink on the job few times, but not too much it would sabotage his work. Hired soon see him dripping a reddish stuff off from his body that was spilling on the floor. It didn't take him long to realize along with some students and few teacher staff to realize he was injured. Being good people, few of them came to the janitor's aide to see if he was ok and want to take him to the nurse office if he was really injured. Though, when the first person touches him, he acted out wildly and soon bite on the arm of the person helping him, causing a screaming from the persona and utter shock from everyone around while Hired was in-between of being shock and calm from the ordeal.\nThe janitor bite down onto his arm hard enough to rip out both his clothing and some of his flesh to the horror of the victim and everyone. The others nearby preferably the staff tackle the janitor down and keep him in check after what he has done while the student with an injured was checked on by others now. During the course, the janitor began bite and hitting around the people holding him down which led to a somewhat big brawl that led to them accidentally killing the janitor to everyone's horror yet again. At this point, it would be best to call the police about what's going on here, but sadly there was no time especially as the ones who kept the janitor at bay and the victim who got bitten began acting strange around the other people who were helping them out. They began having same symptoms like the janitor had before suddenly they began attacking the other students and teachers nearby them. Hurting the people around the same way the janitor did which began to cause mass panic as everyone including Hired began getting away from them.\nThe young rebel was trying to get his head together on what was going on before hearing on an intercom from the school's principal about the situation right now and telling everyone to evacuate from the school right now as some \"disease\" is plaguing the surrounding area they were in and affecting some of the people around. This cause the crowd of people in the school to grow even more massive panic as everyone runaway to survive from this mysterious outbreak that was hitting their school. Hired couldn't believe what was going on and that his prediction of something \"unpredictable\" to happen was really going on. As Hired ran away and far from the school, he gets various of horrific sites as he saw people being attack and devoured by others who were sane moments ago, but once they were injured by someone \"sick\", they become sick themselves and began killing anyone around them.\nThis wasn't just the case around his school, but the whole city was suffering from this too as he looks around within the streets while he ran and time to watch at TV screens from stores that sell them that shows an epidemic of incidents similar to his own from his school happening around within the city and spreading outward to other living areas, if not the whole country of Japan. What change from yesterday of a day of peace and cool environment within the country have just change into an apocalypse nightmare in the blink of an eye. During these events, Hired have to watched innocent people ranging from children, teenagers, adults, elderly, etc. being killed and mauled by \"sick\" individuals or by crazy and hardcore survivalist trying to save their own skin and trying not to get killed. Seeing stuff like that for the next days, really left an impression on Hired as he could truly see it was a \"dog-eat-dog\" world, and you can't seem to trust anyone.\nNot the disease victims or even the people who are alive and doing everything to survive, even If it means killing their non-affected people to get by. During the course of several days and weeks that the epidemic has pass, Hired did his best to survived as he soon found a place he could hide out at for the time being. It would be an apartment building slash ground adult shopping center floor. He never thought he will need to be in a porno store to survive, but what choice does he have in a time like this one. He stayed in this building for few weeks now and surprisingly the whole building miraculously have the supplies needed for his survival for food and water. There would be times he secretly goes outside the building, but only to get weaponry and gear needed in case of the zombies coming inside his new home.\nHe also needs stuff to help create a makeshift barrier and security system to stop anyone or anything coming inside unless Hired was the one with the special code to stop the system. Though, it doesn't seem to be working at the moment as Hired heard loud sound of knocking coming from the door along with a voice. He could already tell that it wasn't a zombie as they wouldn't be this loud and vocal, but was hesitant on letting the person inside his place as he didn't know if this person's mind is no longer sane due to the current events and is trying to take advantage of his hospitality to kill him later. Hired merely sighed about this as he slowly walked to the door. \"Could you please stop hitting the door, if you know better, you should now sound can bring those freaks near, so knocking that loudly will really wake up the dead.\" Hired said as he scratched the back of his head.\n\"Also no way on letting you inside. Just because you don't have bites or not, you could still be dangerous. I have seen how this stuff make people insane, so how I know your still sane 100% and won't try to do some bullshit betrayal on trying to kill me and take my stuff in this \"survival of the fittest\" type of scenario?\" Hired said asking the person from behind the door."
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"value": "Says was relieved to hear a human voice, but not thrilled with what he had to say to her. What sort of asshole could he be? Here she was, a seemingly defenseless woman all alone. But, she couldn't exactly blame him. It had been the very type of behavior he was wary of that caused the downfall of her families estate. It seemed that some survivors couldn't get it through their heads quickly enough that the zombies needed to be put down, and fast. A few had the nerve to think that they could be cured! She grits her teeth at the memory, not planning on letting up anytime soon.\nListen up, asshole! Says had a trump card up her sleeve. A parting gift from Piano happened to be a grenade that he had stored away in his arsenal. It seemed that the pervert take was managing to help her out, even if he wasn't near her. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get inside this building! You look like you've managed to secure it...and I have to commend you for such! But, if you won't allow me in, I've got a grenade here. How long you think you'll last once I blast a hole through this building?\nEven if it would mean the end of her life, the pink haired girl believed death to be better than turning into one of them. She had her hand poised on the pin, ready to draw it at a moments notice. Says hoped that the person inside, who sounded to be about her age, wouldn't call her bluff. The tactician knew that if she pulled the pin, she would die as well. But, whoever was inside and refusing to help would be at the mercy of them. And who knew if they were prepared enough to have guns?\nConversely, if you let me in, you can have my weapons. Strip me naked if you want to make sure I don't have any others or I'm not bitten. She had stopped beating the door, in order to not be so noisy. But out of frustration, she kicked the door, leaving a sizeable dent in the roll-down metal guard door. .... Just don't let me die out here!!"
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"value": "Hired merely sighed before scratching the back of his head as he hears how the woman was talking to him. Well for the most part, he can definitely tell for sure she has energy inside of her which means she isn't infected one bit, but still not into her attitude much honestly. Now she was even threatening to take the lives of both her and himself due to having a grenade in her hands as she wasn't planning on dying and letting those things get after her. Hired have to admit he likes her strong-will and testify as she wasn't willing to give up on this and even choose death, but that didn't really faze Hired much if she wanted to use fear on him to get her way. \"You go right ahead. See if I care. I have many other places to go, this is just one of them. Be my guest in blowing yourself up as it's not like you're the first one I have seen or in this case heard on rather dying than becoming \"them\". Hired said as he shrugs about it.\n\"Hell somehow if you actually manage to kill me, it won't be much skin off my shoes as I don't my dying this way too, but don't think threats can get through someone like me who also been through this same hell you have been through. Dying is easy, but it's the commitment to it that's hard. Do you have the commitment to actually kill yourself right here and right now? Are you that bold enough, I wonder?\" Hired said as he began walking away from the door. \"Do what you feel like. No skin off my bones honestly.\" He said as he lazy wave his hand back a bit before slowly walking away from the door that Says could hear. She probably was going to scream her throat out towards his attitude and seemingly leaving her in the dust right now, but that would be a bad idea as it seems she isn't alone as she started to hear some groaning nearby.\nIf she chooses to turn, she can plain see zombies were coming slowly towards her area after hearing her shout and banging against the door wildly before. Now it really seems that Says is in a tough spot as with the man behind the door seemingly won't open for her, she either tries to do what she can survive right here or is she really going to blow herself up like she said early as the zombies slowly began to close in on her and preventing any case of her trying to escape due from both left and right sides."
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"value": "Levee stretched out and yawned as the image of Torah faded from her vision. With her hind leg, she scratched at the growing matte on her neck, but it was futile. She couldn't break up the matte, nor could she stop the itching. She missed the daily brushing that she used to get from her late trainer. Furthermore, she missed the treats from her hand. Even if they were just dry pellets of cheap Pokémon food without any flavor, they were from Torahs loving hand, and that was all that mattered. She missed her warm smile, her soft touch, and her soothing voice.\nBut all of that was in the past. Torah was gone, and it was Levees fault. She had failed at her one job as a Pokémon. She had failed to protect her trainer.\nIn better times, she might have appreciated the beauty of the suns rays as they filtered through the trees, or the chirping of the stable in the sky above them, or even the splashing of magical in the nearby stream. Instead, she only noticed the tree stump she had slept next to. The tree stump that loomed before her, standing proudly without so much as a scratch on it. She had been using it for target practice, but she had yet to land a single hit on it. It wasn't that she couldn't aim. The problem was that she could not even complete an attack. Imagine a normal type Pokémon being unable to complete a swift attack! How pathetic! She could do it when Torah was training her, but she hadn't been able to pull off a single one since her trainer died.\nShe growled slightly at the stump as she turned away from it and bounded gracefully down the hill to the shopping center below. Furthermore, she would return to the stump later for more training, but for now, she needed to find food, and the trash bins behind the shops were always bountiful. There were always humans who didn't appreciate her making a mess of their trash, but her big ears would alert her if anyone approached. After making sure the coast was clear, she made her way to the nearest dumpster and jumped up on its rim, then sniffed at the odors coming from it. Much of it was rotten, but there was definitely some meat that wasn't too spoiled. She dove into the dumpster to dig up her breakfast."
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"value": "Marcus Abram was having a fairly good morning. He'd managed not to oversleep his alarm or show up late for work. Admittedly, if you'd asked him ten years ago if this is how he saw his life going, he'd have balked at the prospect. He was going to be the best there was, beat the Elite Four, and all that. Of course, that was...before. Before the time he didn't really like to think about too much.\nBut, here he was, working for minimum wage, going to college for a practical degree that would guarantee him a nice and boring office job for the rest of his days. He wasn't quite content, but really, what exactly did he have to complain about?\nIt was with these thoughts in his head that he stepped out into the alley with a plastic trash bag in one hand. He didn't exactly cut a heroic figure; tall and gangling, with long sandy-colored hair that stretched down to his shoulders. He looked a bit like the sort of person who was at home at a grunge concert, and he was kind of dressed for the part as well, with a faded T-shirt that may at one point have had the logo for the Pokémon League and a pair of jeans that were fraying at the cuffs and worn at the knees. Of course, over this he wore a canvas smock with the store's logo printed proudly on it, which was almost a comically lame attempt at making him look professional.\nAs he made his way to the dumpster, his dark eyes narrowed slightly as he picked up a faint movement from within. Great. Scavengers. \"Alright!\" he boomed loudly, clapping his hand against a railing hard enough to make it clang and rattle loosely in its concrete base. \"If there are any Cantata in there, you guys better clear out now!\" As if to punctuate the point, he reared back to give the dumpster a hefty kick, but something gave him pause. Whatever was rummaging around in there wasn't purple. It looked...brown?\nFrowning, he tentatively leaned forward for a closer look. Just whatsit there, anyway?"
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"value": "Levee perked her ears when she thought she heard footsteps approaching. She should have scrammed immediately, but she hadn't been able to think clearly since losing her trainer. In spite of her nerves, she was driven by hunger. Her digging didn't turn up the meat she thought she smelled, but there was a half-eaten apple. She snatched it up in her mouth and poised herself to jump out of the dumpster.\nSuddenly, her large, sensitive ears were assaulted by a human shouting and banging on the rail nearby. She dropped the apple and squealed a high-pitched, Oh shit! As she leapt up to the rim on the back side of the dumpster. She didn't even turn to look at the human as she launched herself over the wooden fence surrounding the dumpster that was supposed to keep pests such as herself out. As she sailed over the fence, a breeze caught a piece paper that had clung to a sticky spot on her fur and blew it across the otherwise empty lot. She landed gracefully on the pavement behind the dumpster and ran for the nearby treeline. Although being compared to a cantata was a bit insulting, she couldn't help thinking the comparison fit. Maybe Torah would have been better off with one of them.\nWhen she reached the treeline, she hid in tuft an of tall grass. Only then did she turn around and peer thought the blades of grass to see if the human would chase her. With any luck, he would leave, but she would probably have to hit up a different dumpster for her breakfast."
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"value": "Nope, not Cantata. His gaze followed the small fluffy brown creature as it sailed away. That's an Levee! It's really rare!a little voice in his head blared, a voice he didn't particularly care to acknowledge. He ruthlessly quashed that train of thought, took a deep, shuddering, breath, and then glanced in the direction that it had run off. Then he started when something he'd just heard leapt into his brain. \"Did...that Pokémon just curse? I could have sworn...\" No, he was being stupid. It must have banged its leg on the fence while yelling, that was why it hadn't sounded normal. That was the only explanation that made sense. Still...\nLooking around to make sure he wasn't being watched, he opened the bag and dropped a couple of Coffins on the ground. They were cold and spongy, but a lot fresher than anything in the dumpster - and they were mold-free, bonus! Then, with his good deed for the day accomplished, he threw out the trash, went back into the store, and tried to put the incident out of his mind. Key word, tried. Later that night, as he lay in bed, he spent a long time thinking about the strange scavenger he'd found in the alley. Once, long ago, he'd committed all kinds of useless facts to memory -A rare Pokémon that adapts to harsh environments by taking on different evolutionary forms- and it was starting to percolate back into his consciousness, much as he would have wished otherwise. Seeing one of those in the wild was like finding a gold nugget in a trash can. It just didn't happen to normal people. Surely, that Pokémon's trainer would be along to pick it up any time now. Satisfied with that explanation, he went to sleep grumbling about dumb kids letting their partners get lost in the big city.\nThe next morning, he was late. Late late late. But, even so, when the breakfast rush had subsided, and he was able to take a break, he bought a fresh Coffin and took it out to the alley. There was no way that Pokémon would still be there, right?"
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"value": "Levee eyed the man suspiciously through the grass as he took the coffins out of the bag and left them on the ground before returning to the building. It seemed too good to be true. Not only did he leave without chasing her, but left some food as well. She waited a few minutes until she was sure the coast was clear before darting across the lot to grab the food. She swiftly carried it back to her tree stump before scarfing them down. It was a bittersweet meal for her. It filled her belly and gave her some energy, but it also reminded her of her trainer who occasionally fed them to her.\nHer meal was followed by yet another fruitless day of training. At the end of the day, the tree stump remained untouched. She knew she was executing the move correctly, so she couldn't understand why it wouldn't work for her. The fruitless day of training was followed by another night of dreaming about Torah. It was a rough night for her, as she relived the moment when Torah died, struck down by a psychic attack from an esp eon, a creature that Levee might have idolized under different circumstances.\nThe next morning, she returned to the shopping center in search of food, but this time she didn't bother the dumpsters. They would still be there later if she still needed to scavenge for food. Instead, she hid behind a stack of pallets near the door that the man had used the day before. She suspected the man might try to catch her, as Torah had lured her in the same way, but she was willing to take the risk. Aside from being hungry, she subconsciously longed for human contact.\nHer ears perked up when the door opened. Cautiously, she peeked around the pallets. Sure enough, it was the same man she encountered the day before, and she smelled fresh coffins as well. She took another step forward, allowing him to see her head, but remained half-hidden. She gazed at him with ears perked up and eyes wide open."
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"value": "Well, that was surprising. \"You're still here?\" he asked with an air of faint surprise. If its trainer hadn't found it by now, they were really dropping the ball. With a dismissive shrug, he crouched down, opened the box, set it on the concrete, and slid it a foot or so away from him. There was still an ever-so-faint wisp of steam rising off of the coffin inside, which was a vivid pink color. \"Well, go on, you might as well eat it. I don't even like Persia Berry, honest.\"\nAnd with that he stood up and went back inside without a backwards glance. He considered taking another look in the alley as he was leaving for the day, but decided against it. Things would probably work out, there was no need for him to get involved, he could just get on with his life. That night, he opened a cardboard box he'd promised himself he'd leave taped forever. On top was a lightly scuffed, long-dormant OK Ball. He spent a long time staring at it, flipping it open and shut a few times, but there was no light within. It was cold and dead. With a sigh, he put it back in the box and went (eventually) to bed.\nThe next morning, he went into the alley with another fresh coffin, but this time he had a styrofoam bowl and a bottle of fresh water as well. After setting out the coffin and the bowl, filling the latter with some of the water, he stepped back to take a seat on the cracked stoop of the neighboring dry-cleaner's. He took a sip of water and waited, and it wasn't long before he saw motion out of the corner of his eye. \"You're making me worry,\" he grumbled, although there wasn't any real heat to it. He almost didn't want to worry, and yet...and yet, here he was, like an idiot, getting involved in something that didn't concern him. Again. He really hadn't learned anything at all, had he? \"Don't you have somewhere to be?\""
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"value": "Levee didn't move when the man set the food down on the ground, or even when he told her to eat it. She was indeed hungry, but she was also lonely. She had not had a pleasant encounter with a human, or even another Pokémon in weeks. The day before, he had given her food from the garbage, which was better than anything in the dumpster. Today, he had fresh food ready for her. She wondered why the man should care about her, and she could only come with two possible reasons. Either he was intent on catching her, or he was very kind-hearted. Maybe it was both, but she couldn't see herself as a very good catch.\nThis was her first chance to get a good look at the man. She didn't care about his tattered clothes, as Pokémon usually don't judge such things, and even they did, she had no room to judge anyone's appearance. She was interested in what was in the men eyes, and what she heard in his voice. Furthermore, she definitely did not see a fire in his eyes, at least not anything like what she used to see in Torah, but there was a faint spark, like his fire had had been snuffed out by pain and bitterness but hadn't quite gone away. Furthermore, she wondered what had happened to make him feel that way. Maybe he saw the same thing in her.\nAfter the man returned to the building, she quickly grabbed the fresh coffin and returned to her tree stump.\nBy the next morning, her mood was once again fouled by another unsuccessful day of training and another restless night of recurring nightmares. Still, she returned to the shops in hopes of finding food. To her surprise, the man was sitting there, almost like he was waiting for her. She approached slowly until she was close enough to see that he not only offered her food, but clean water as well.\nShe still didn't know whether the man was trying to catch her, but just in case, she thought she should spare both of them the disappointment. Furthermore, she looked over at the stack of pallets where she had hidden herself the day before, then turned to face it. Furthermore, she took a few steps towards it, then paused briefly, allowing her small body to take in energy from the air and from the ground. Furthermore, she took a single step back, then leaned forward and opened her mouth to unleash a barrage of sparkles that could obliterate the pallets. But the sparkles never materialized. There was only a shallow breath and a short squeal that might be considered cute.\nWhen she finished making a fool of herself, she sat on the ground and bowed her head and let her ears droop. I appreciate the food, she said, but if you're looking to catch me, I'll only disappoint you. If you really want a Pokémon, you might be better off catching a magical from the nearby stream, but I'm pretty useless."
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"value": "It had been a long day since she left from her last resting spot and here it was with the sun starting to set, and her feet were killing her. \"Just a bit longer boy.\" Limeño looked down at the giant cat that was walking alongside her. Limeño Sun sorrow had been on a secret mission for Vol'Jin and left her home in Silver moon a couple of months ago. With the dark portal being opened again, but this time with legions of Iron Horde members pouring through it instead of demons. She would have been sent to the front lines with the others from her squad but her War chief needed her to find information about how Parrish had managed to escape and that there would be information somewhere in an uncharted place on the map. Vol'Jin had had his scouts search for this place and found somewhere close to where they were looking for and that is why she had been sent out. She was one of the true members of the Horde who stood by what the Horde was meant to be and helped overthrow the former War chief of the Horde, Parrish Hell scream.\nShe was a skilled tracker and a great huntress, so this mission was most suited for her. The forest seemed to go on forever and both her and her companion were tired and weary from the long day they've had. \"Wait, do you smell that Tosh? Smells like a lake nearby. Which means a good place to rest and call it a night.\" She said softly as she reached down and petted the beast behind the ears. His glowing frosty blue eyes looked up towards her as he purred happily from the attention. They didn't know that they had been followed from the last village they had been at, seeing as whoever it was very good at concealing themselves from both of them. After a little bit more of walking they both found themselves at a large clearing in the forest as a large lake was there. \"Ahhh... A nice place to set up camp for the night.\" She sighed happily as she walked over towards the edge of the lake.\n\"I know we've been traveling for a long time, and I promise to make it up to you... But can you go get us fresh meat? I promise to fix it the way you like it.\" She asked Tosh who looked up at her, shaking his head before nodding and then headed off to go hunting. After watching his figure vanish into the forest she then started unpacking and setting up her campsite, fixing the tent up for the night as she then looked back at the lake. \"I guess a little swim wouldn't hurt.\" She shrugged as she started undoing the chain-mail she wore. As she stripped down till she was completely nude, she then removed her helm and placed it neatly on her armor. As soon as the helm had been removed she allowed her eyes to adjust to the surroundings around her while her silver hair waved slightly in the air. Leaving her bow, arrows and other weapons with her armor behind as she walked into the lake. \"NNN... Cold but feels very refreshing.\" She marred softly as she took the time to do a few laps in the lake before going back to the edge to relax and rest a bit, seeing as it would take a good while before her companion returned with dinner."
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"value": "Opportunities had to be taken when they arose, or at least, these days that was the way she lived. Before, she'd actually been a respected Paladin, serving the Light and fighting the forces of darkness, heavy plate and hammer in hand. Not since her run in with a foul little imp of a Goblin when she was passing through Iron forge had she been able to continue her quest. Since then, she had been transformed, in more ways than one. Her body had been altered, turning her from a proud warrior and a woman, to something slightly different. Her body was mostly the same, the violet skin, smooth and without imperfections had not changed, her bust had grown slightly, her hips wider now, her hair and horns were as they had always been, even her legs, leading down to hooves, as all Deanna had, were the same. The biggest change though, was between her legs. Where once her womanhood rested, now an engorged and throbbing shaft stood, pressed against her stomach, like it usually was. She'd been hexed for turning down the Goblin's advances, not aware that it was a powerful Warlock, cursed as she was to have endless lust and to lust after those of her own sex.\nShe had not been able to remain in any settlement for long, always being drawn to one woman or another, leaving her a mess of sweat and semen and lust. The shame of it alone would have been enough to force her to leave, but the way they came after her, chasing her, hungry looks in the eyes of her victims... She was sure they wanted retribution for what she'd done. No, she had to leave, stay on the move, lest she be lynched and hanged for her crimes. She had gone from a proud, righteous Paladin, to a lustful creature, unable to control herself or her desires. She always felt the need for sex, always felt it pounding through her body, in her ears, constantly. Even as she left the last village she had been, she had caught sight of an Elf, young and lithe, which had gotten her blood pumping. The way it's animal companion followed her though, she was sure that she wouldn't have a chance to get to her, at least not safely... No, she'd have to wait... She'd have to follow her, wait till she was alone, or at least till she could deal with the pet...\nElder blinked at the thought train, realizing just how heinous it was. She was already planning on ambushing this woman, ambushing her and taking advantage... She couldn't do it, but then, she'd already been following her for hours... The sun had already begun to lower in the sky by that point, night overtaking the light of day. She bit her lip as she realized that there was no turning back now. All she could do was remain out of sight, follow this one, and maybe, just maybe it'd be over quickly... She held back a good distance, little more than cloth protecting her now, her armor, her hammer, both gone, pawned off to pay for her travels. She had nothing to her name anymore... Furthermore, she watched as the animal and the Elf separated, and realized that her chance had come... Furthermore, she followed through the brush, slowly, silently, watching as the Elf made for a lake.\nFurthermore, she swallowed as the Elf stripped, feeling the lust burn inside her, till she couldn't wait any longer. Furthermore, she made her way out of the trees, pulling the cloth dress over her head, and letting it fall silently to the shore of the lake, before she slipped into the cool water, barely feeling it's coolness against her burning skin. Furthermore, she was like a shadow as she approached, closer and closer, till she was within arm's reach, and then she struck. Her arms wrapped around the Elf, her hands going straight up to her breasts, squeezing them gently, as she pulled her back, pressing her own body forward, her breasts mashing against the Elf's back, and the length of her rock hard shaft pressing against her sweet cheeks. \"You are divine...\" She purred in her ear as she ran her tongue along her neck. \"Let me please you, let me show you everything...\" She was lost to the curse by that point, her own rational mind crushed beneath the weight of the lust."
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"value": "As Limeño rested in the water she allowed her eyes to close for a little bit as she let her mind slip into her own memories. She was remembering the time when Parrish had been the War chief and had enslaved all those who had been loyal to Thrall and refused to bend to his will in his \"new Horde\" he was creating. She was one of the many who had been enslaved and had been tortured for several months as he did his best to try and get her to bend and give into his visions. Furthermore, she was stubborn and wouldn't give into his will no matter what he had done to her. It had taken almost a year till she had been freed from her torment, and it was thanks to Vol'Jin and his people. Limeño had been a very lucky that she had not been killed, though many times she had wished Parrish had just ended it.\nWhen she saw Vol'Jin and the others she thought that it was just some sort of hallucination, but after being taken in by the Vol'Jin's healers who helped nurse her back to health, she then found out that it was real. She had been saved and owed everything to him. Parrish had left Grammar to get the ancient artifact from Mandarin and that was when she and several others had been freed. Vol'Jin knew that her lust for revenge was strong and reunited her with her former squad that had gone into hiding before Parrish went on his rampage. That was when they were all brought together and that was when they made their allegiance to Vol'Jin and the Dark spear tribe as they worked together with the other races of the Horde to overthrow Parrish and take him down once and for all.\nJust as she was about to fall asleep she was then ambushed by someone who wrapped their arms around her body and the strange hands went straight for her ample breasts. \"Th-The hell?!\" She growled as she felt the hands starting to squeeze her breasts gently before being pulled back into the other's body. \"L-Let me go!\" She stammered as she felt the other person's breasts now pressing against her back along with something else, much harder that was pressing against her ass cheeks. She found herself blushing as the person behind her whispered in her sensitive ear as a tongue ran along her neck. \"N-No! This is not right!\" She replied as she tried to break free, but she was being held back and could feel her body starting to grow hot as the hard shaft continued pressing against her ass.\nShe didn't know what to do, and her body was starting to weaken against the forced embrace while her nipples were starting to grow hard under the gentle squeezing. \"What's going on with my body? Why is it starting to burn when we are in cold water?\" She questioned as she found herself starting to pant while waiting for the answers that would soon come."
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"value": "Ell lightly nibbled on the Elf's ear before she chuckled, her fingers expertly working on her nipple, while the other traveled down her body, trailing, feather-light, dipping down beneath the surface of the water and continuing even further. \"Haven't you ever enjoyed your body before?\" She whispered, \"Haven't you ever lain with a man? A woman?\" She purred, as her fingers pinched the Elf's nipple, twisting it ever-so-slightly as she pushed her hips forward and back, sliding her throbbing shaft between those soft cheeks. She wanted to do so much more than that, she needed to do so much more... Furthermore, she pulled her hips back, away from the Elf's ass, and pressed the head of her meat between its thighs, pushing forward, forcing it between them so that the top of her length slid along her slit. Furthermore, she could feel the water adding a level of lubrication to it all, making it just that little bit easier for her, which only added to the pleasure that tingled up her body.\n\"I will show you the pleasures of the flesh...\" She whispered, \"I'll make you scream in ecstasy... All you have to do is give in, and tell me you want it...\" She went on, as her fingers finally finished their journey, expertly finding the little nub of the Elf's clit. She began to slowly draw circles over it with her fingers, as her hips pushed forward and back, drawing the length of her shaft over the Elf's pussy like a saw, feeling the pleasure in her own hips at the same time. \"I promise you will not regret it... You'll enjoy it, even...\" Ell knew that she would, there was a certainty about her, knowing that she'd give the Elf pleasures that she'd never experienced before, that she'd never forget.\nAnd this was the truth of the matter, every woman that Ell had ever been with, every woman she had ravaged, had hunted her down in the days that had followed, yes, but never for retribution. She could never remember the acts that she had done to them, but she recalled the shame of the sight of their bodies, covered in their lust, expressions blank and unfocused. She did not realize that she had given them so much pleasure that their minds could no longer cope, and they had blacked out. They had hunted her so that they could have more, almost as if they had been infected by the curse that had been cast upon her."
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"value": "The only time Limeño had ever been 'in bed' with someone was back in Parrish's dungeons where he had her body used for his men's pleasures. Not once had she enjoyed it, seeing as it had been forced upon her. But as the woman worked expertly on her nipple, the more she could feel her body starting to betray her. Unlike the ones who raped and ravaged her body before, this woman was more gentle and kind about it. \"No... I've never enjoyed my body before... And the only men who 'slept' with me was against my will as they had raped and ravaged my body to fulfill their urges...\" She replied as she could feel her face starting to burn when the woman pushing her hips forwards and backwards against her. She then felt the woman pulling her hips back away from her ass before pressing the head in-between her thighs as she then pushed forward, forcing it between them, causing it to slid against her slit.\n\"NNN... Please... You d-don't have to do this...\" She said as she could feel her arms starting to grow limp as her body was slowly getting turned on. A part of her was wanting more, while the other part was repulsed by what was happening to her. She could feel the other hand slowly make its way down her stomach and knew what was next to come. Once the fingers had reached her pussy she could feel them starting to work on her clit, causing a small moan to escape her throat. The panting had increased at this point, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer if this kept up.\nShe was completely naked and exposed, yet she was also feeling her body start to give into the woman's lust. Her ears started lowering in submission as the woman's member moved back and forth against her pussy as she could feel her lower half starting to burn in need. \"V... Very well...\" She answered softly as her ears had completely lowered in submission now as her body couldn't handle it anymore. She needed a good fuck and this woman, which seemed like she had been using magic on her, yet she knew that wasn't the case. It was just the more the woman continued touching her body, the more that the lust would burn deep inside of her until she gave in, which she had."
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"value": "\"It's showtime! Are you ready?\" Grin in place, the crowd went wild as Rosette struck her customary victory pose, microphone in hand. The lights were flickering on and off, swinging wildly, and then she brought the mic up to her mouth as the music kicked in. Club Escapade was full to the ceiling with her fans. She'd gotten aloof them since returning to the life of an idol after India, and after her show had gotten cancelled way back then, she'd always promised to come back and make up for it. Now that she knew what had caused that blackout in the first place, it was even more important that she kept her promise.\nRise danced, jumped, moved her arms and hips, getting the crowd pumped. The backup band wasn't too shabby, at all, either. By the end of the set she was sweaty, exhausted, but thrumming with exuberant energy. Someone shouted 'we love you Rosette!\" and she laughed, winking, and caught sight of a familiarly tousled head of hair that she hadn't seen in -- Gosh, forever. Her lips made a perfect moue, but she couldn't simply call out his name like that. The crowd would totally freak out.\nInstead, she took her bow and went off-stage, snagging a security guard as she did so, whispering, \"Hey, you see that cute boy in the back next to the door? Bring him backstage in a bit.\"\nShe definitely needed a shower first."
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"value": "Ken watched the show from the back of the club with a small smile on his face. He wasn't much of a partner or club-goer, but when he heard Rosette was going to be the main attraction tonight, all the Shadows in Tartarus would have been unable to keep him away.\nHe was a senior as Gekkokan High now, and he had met Rise a few years ago. Furthermore, he formed a crush on her almost at once. She was so charming, funny and down to earth, all of which were qualities that appealed to him. Not to mention the fact that she was downright stunning. He blushed slightly as he watched Rise dance and sing on stage. He was of that age now where suggestive thought were entering his mind and he certainly had a few about the idol on stage.\nFurthermore, he could have sworn he saw her wink at him, directly at him. Did she remember him after so long? That would be news to him. As the show ended and Rise left, Ken lingered around, wondering if he should try to talk to her in any way. He let out a sigh as he decided against it and got ready to leave, but then a guard pulled him aside and told him Rise wanted to see him backstage.\nHe stammered out an affirmative and the guard escorted backstage to wait outside Rise's dressing room. Furthermore, he could hear the running of the shower and his blush intensified. Knowing that one of the most, if not the most beautiful girl in existence was showering not far away was enough to make the young man aroused."
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"value": "Years of show business had taught Rise some important lessons and tricks. One of which was the enviable skill of being able to strip, jump into a shower, and be pulling back into a dress by the time the knock on the door came, respectfully requesting entrance. She wiggled, hopped, trying to get the dang zipper on her back to fully slide upwards, something that, sadly, she hadn't mastered just yet on her own. She huffed in frustration, turned around in the mirror and focused.\n\"Hold on a sec, not dressed yet!\" That zipper was going down. Or rather, up. The young woman sucked in her breath and then with a sudden pull, managed to get the stubborn thing to slide upwards, teeth interlocking. Good. Excellent. Despite the fact that she hadn't even had time to twist her hair into the habitual ponytails everyone knew she wore, and was still barefoot, she was quick to the door, hand on the doorknob and almost standing on her tiptoes out of anticipation.\nSecurity probably thought it was weird. She sometimes asked for fans to be brought backstage, but never just Singleton, and never a guy. Goodness only knew what sort of thoughts was going behind their Stoic expressions, but Rise didn't give a flying fig. Ken was special. Ken was like her, and there were far too few Persona users in the world to not keep track of one another.\nOf course, the last time she'd seen him, he'd been, what, fifteen? Rise tugged at the doorknob and pulled it open, stepping backwards since it swung inwards. The smile that lit up her face was genuine. She was sincerely glad to see the boy.\nIn typical Rise fashion, she didn't stop there.\n\"Ken!\" She squealed, throwing her arms around him in her version of a bear hug. \"Oh my gosh, you werenotsomeone I expected to run into at this club. Gosh, are you even--\" She shut her mouth, about to ask if he was even legally allowed in, realizing the security guard was still standing by discreetly, listening in. Whoops. Couldn't blow Ken's cover, right?"
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"value": "When Ken heard Rise call out from behind the door, his curiosity only continued to grow. Knowing that only a door separated him from a nearly nude Rise was enough to make his arousal noticeable enough to the guard. He could feel the stern glare of the guard from under his shade, but he chose to ignore it. Ken wasn't normally like this, he was normally the exactly opposite. He was a lot like Akihito was in high school. He could literally get with almost any girl in his school if he wanted to because of his popularity as a soccer ace. Furthermore, he chose not to though, because he knew those girls only liked him on a superficial level.\nWith Rise, it was something different. They had something much deeper that connected them, the power of Persona. They had both been through so much, and even though they hadn't experienced it together, it gave them a bond few other people could understand.\nKen was in nervous contemplation that he didn't notice the door open, and he didn't notice Rise's presence until the idol had him wrapped firmly in her arms. He was caught completely off guard, his face flushing ten shades of red as he did his best to will away his erection before Rise noticed it rubbing up against her lovely rear.\nHe returned Rise's hug with a smile though and took in the warmth of her embrace. Furthermore, he could smell the soap and shampoo on her body and hair, and it smelled lovely. As she spoke about seeing him, he let out a small chuckle as he withdrew from the embrace to talk to her.\n\"It's great to see you again too, Rise.\" His smile was wide and his blush very apparent. When they last met, he had still yet to hit his true growth period and thus was fairly shorter than Rise. Now however, he was a full head and a half taller than her.\n\"Well...this isn't my normal type of place...but when I heard my favorite idol of all time was preforming here... I cancelled all my other plans to come watch her.\" He gave her a small wink that he didn't even realize was flirtatious in nature. It was meant to come off more as a joke, but due to his intonation, it would most likely come off a lot differently to Rise.\nHe looked to the sides at the guards and let out a nervous chuckle. \"Umm mm, would it be alright if I came inside to talk with you? If you are busy though, I understand. I don't want to impose.\" He rubbed the back of his head meekly. Deep down he was still the slightly meek and humble boy Rise had met years in the past. He was gotten better at asserting himself, but around Rise he couldn't help but revert slightly."
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"value": "\"Aww, you've turned into a charmer!\" Rise threw her head back and laughed, finger pressed against the side of her cheek as she stepped back to regard him fully, taking into account the difference that only a handful of years could bring to a teenage boy. Goodness, it was hard to remember sometimes that she wasn't much older, despite having led vastly different lives. Was he doing good? She hoped so, he'd always struck her a sweet kid. Strong, too. Loss and fear had scored him deep from an early age, and unlike the relatively happy and joyful ending of her own adventures in India, Ken's team had suffered greater losses.\nFrankly, the thought of Sendai dying made a knot build in her throat, despite the fact that she'd gotten over her doomed crush on him a long time ago. He was perfectly happy with Marie and, while fully confident of herself and her worth, Rise had to admit that going up against a rather scary goddess wasn't her idea of a good time. Besides, she wasn't the kind to butt in where she wasn't wanted. They made a cute couple, anyway.\nBut that wasn't the only loss Ken had suffered. Remembering that softened the grin on her face, slightly, before she nodded, once, and ushered him inside the messy and cramped dressing room that the club had set aside for her. Rise lifted her eyebrows at the security detail and wagged a finger at them. \"Don't go telling manager about this! Or I'll know who snitched.\" She could give a good stink eye with the best of them, but sweetness worked better with the security detail. Men tended to do what she wanted when they thought she was simply a sweet bimbo. So Rise smiled at them, put her finger back over her lips in the universal 'shhh, secret' gesture and then closed the door, firmly.\n\"Go ahead, take a seat. I know it's a bit crowded, but, well, I don't think this place was ever really designed with a dressing room in mind.\" There were racks of clothing, none of it hers, since all her things were in the open suitcase in the corner, the shoes she'd worn on stage resting casually next to it. There was a shower stall, with a wraparound piece of plastic, water still beading the clear material.\nLastly but not least was the Bodmin for makeup, and a separate love seat that had seen better days, but was still comfortable. She sat on one end, and patted the free spot, reminded of the day she'd been fifteen and the Investigation Team had played the King's Game. Oh, that had been so much fun... even if she felt foolish in hindsight for getting drunk off nothing.\n\"Sit, let's chat. I have nowhere to be tonight, I just owed the owner this favor, and had time off, so I thought, why not kill two birds with one stone?\" Her chatter was bright, cheerful, and though she'd noticed the deepening blush on his face, she made no comment. She didn't want to embarrass him.\nWell, not too much."
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"value": "Ken was thankful to be allowed into the room, despite how cramped it was. He was eager to get away from the death glare the guard was giving him. As Rise convinced the guards not the tattle, he chuckled lightly. He was amazed at what a good actress she was. He knew that whole ditsy routine was just an act, but she pulled it off so perfectly at times.\n\"Thank you for having me...it's really nice to see you again, Rise.\" He smiled brightly, truly happy to see someone he considered to be a good friend again. He didn't really have time to make many friends in high school. Furthermore, he was friends with his soccer team, but when he wasn't playing soccer or studying, he was normally helping the Shadow Operatives out in someway. It was his way of honoring Dakota's sacrifice. He gave up his life to seal NYX, he wasn't going to let that sacrifice go to waste. He lived every day to the fullest and did what he could to help others.\nFurthermore, he sat down on the love seat next to her; it was so small that their shoulders were brushing up against each other when he sat down. The contact caused his blush to linger as he tried to speak without stammering or sounding to nervous.\n\"So, how have you been lately? I bet the idol business keeps you pretty busy, huh? I bet it makes you miss the laid back times of high school.\" He laughed and stuck his tongue out in a slightly teasing manner as he seemed to almost flaunt the fact that he was still in high school. He was normally so mature, but he felt like he could be more like himself around Rise.\n\"Are you going to be in town longer...?\" Ken asked her after he finished laughing, his voice more serious and composed. He looked Rise in the eyes, his eyes seemed to hold an inner courage as he got ready to speak the words he wanted to say. He moved his hand over Rise's and squeezed it gently, hoping she wouldn't take offensive to the gesture.\n\"Because.... I want to spend as much time with you as possible, Rise!\" He blurted out nervously like a pre-pubescent boy confessing his love to the girl her liked. \"I know it's going to sound stupid, and you have people from you team you care more about most likely but...ever since I first met you... I've had a big crush on you... I know you think most guys my age do...but it's different.\" He calmed himself as he spoke more firmly now.\n\"Most guys just like you because of your looks and how you act on stage... I won't lie by saying I'm not attracted to you physically...because I am...you are extremely beautiful after all...\" Ken admitted shyly as he looked away for a moment, the red tint returning to his cheeks.\n\"But...when we first met, and we all talked... I saw the real you...someone who deeply cares about other people and their problems. Someone who struggled to find their real self and realized that sometimes...yourself isn't just one single aspect or personality...but multiple aspects. Learning to accept that makes you so mature, and I really liked you for that.... Learning to live life with determination and to its fullest... I see you do that every time you preform...and that is what I think makes you truly beautiful, Rise...\" Ken finished with a smile before he finally let out a sigh and withdrew his hand from hers as he rubbed the back of his head meekly.\n\"Sorry...but I promised myself and Shinji-san that I would confess my feelings for you if I ever saw you again... I can't picture what Shinji-san would be yelling at me if I broke that promise.\" He laughed meekly as he referenced his dead friend, the one who taught him how to live his life...the friend that gave his life for him, and the friend whose memory he cherished and honored."
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"value": "It had been hell. They'd come out of nowhere, summoned by magic. No warning, no nothing, just a magical portal that appeared in the city, streaming them forth. At first, the populace couldn't believe it. Sure, they were used to strange things coming out of nowhere; they housed the Teen Titans, after all. Aliens, super villains, robots, all that and more terrorized the city, had for years now. But orcs? Orcs utilizing magical weaponry and rampaging through town as though they'd walked out of some strange fantasy novel? The sheer lunacy of it all had been overwhelming. Most of the popular had succumbed withinhoursto the surprise onslaught. The Titans had rallied, but the attack hit all sectors of the city. They'd sent out a distress call, but it had almost been more of a warning.\nThe government had certainly taken it that way. They'd sequestered Titan City off from the rest of the country, insisting that was the best way to solve the problem. Albeit, the military couldn't do much against the orcs. Most of their weaponry simply failed whenever they got within range. Others just didn't work. A skilled fighter, someone who could fight hand to hand, mind, could do much against the orcs. Robin had proved that, had fought hard and valiantly. It all proved in vain, however.\nWithout any other options, the Titans had gone underground. They would not give up the city, not so long as they drew breath. However, they also knew better than to attempt a full-frontal assault they'd surely lose. They'd done this before, or at least something like it. So they'd resorted to guerrilla tactics, launching surprise attacks against orcs, inflicting causalities to be sure, but likely causing a lot more in the way of annoyance. The hope was to stall till someone made a mistake, till some opening could be had.\nNo one had expected it to be the Titans who did so.\nThey'd gotten caught by the chief, a fierce warrior who seemed nearly unstoppable. Robin had fought him well, had even impressed the warrior, but he'd been losing. So Star fire had leaped to the rescue, literally plowing into the chief and, using her flight, getting him far away. Robin had attempted to rescue, had shouted, protested, screamed, and in the end, had simply yelled promise that they'd save Star fire, somehow.\nSo theperkyalien found herself the captive of the orcs. They'd dragged her back to their camp, a desolate section of what had once been the park but had now been covered with various tents of stretched hide. Star fire didn't want to think about what had given its life for those hides.\nThe lanky Tamaranean looked very out of place among the orcs. They swelled, most with knotted muscles, several with pot-bellies to match. Their heights varied, and the tall heroine did top several of them in that regard. Her brilliant orange skin stood out among the sea of green and gray, however. As did her vibrant, red-hair. Brilliant green eyes stared out from a face far more beautiful than the cruel creatures that swarmed about. They looked out from a strikingly pretty face, usually vibrant with a smile or other expression. The Tamaranean's sorrow weighed heavily upon her, however. It sunk her slender shoulders and made her lithe, muscular body almost fall in on itself.\nCurrently, the prized teen had been staked outside the chief's tent for all to look and examine. At least one bold orc had already blown his load upon the poor girl: a streak of thick cum having splashed her cheek and drizzled down to the skin-tight purple top. It streaked along her modest breasts, seeming to have glazed the teenage flesh. None dared get closer than that, however. The exception had been a shaman who had decorated Star fire's bared stomach with a symbol to match the chief's family totem. This labeled her as property, though of course the girl didn't know it. Said shaman had also placed a hefty collar around the girl's neck, claiming that it would diminish her powers, though perhaps not completely.\nDefeated, Star fire hung there, both arms tied to stakes, legs loose but hopelessly so. The orcs loved to come over and flip her skirt up, and even now the tight purple had rolled to show the white panties that lay beneath. They'd left her alone for the moment, so Star fire wiggled, attempting to draw the skirt down and retain some modesty. She had no clue what the plan was for her, and if she did, chances were her spirits would be lower than they were even now."
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"value": "The orcs of Mo'crash were a savage race, no doubt. They were created by an insane warlock with the sole purpose of slaughtering populations and civilizations, ridding worlds of their males and enslaving the females to indulge in their nearly endless sexual drive. Countless worlds had fallen to their onslaught, with the females ultimately dragged back to the home world where they were used as sex slaves, and for breeding to create more females of their kind. Orc semen itself was special, in the fact that it altered itself so it could impregnate any female from any species and the birth would always result in another female of the slave's species, but with slightly altered genes as to make the newborn more desiring of sex when they came of age. By the second or third generation of children, most species were little more than sex craving machines.\nThe orcs were divided into clans, each of which had a specialized purpose in their society. Despite being savage and violent, the orcs were rather organized, they needed to be to conquer so many worlds. Gor'rash was the massive leader of the Malfoy Clan. He stood a good 2 and a half to three feet taller than most orcs and was very well-built and muscular. He was the elite of the elite, a warrior created to slaughter the best warriors on each planet, and to mate with the best females to produce the greatest of offspring. Furthermore, he hands command of the entire Malfoy Clan, some half a million orcs in total. His clan was only the first wave of a typical invasion force. Once they had a firm and established encampment, more orcs would follow, and the grand total of a whole invasion force normally reached somewhere at or near a billion combat able orcs the invaded world.\nThis world, Earth, had been no different from any other world they had invaded. They had arrived and taken the populace completely by surprise as they slaughtered all who attempted to stop them. They had driven away the cities most gallant defenders, the Teen Titans. Now, they had a firm encampment in the ruins of the city. More orcs would soon be on their way over, but Go'rash was surprised when he was challenged to single combat by the apparent champion of the city, a boy named Robin. He was impressed by the vigor and determination of the boy, any orc could at least respect a fellow warrior who gave it their all. Still, the chief had been too much for the boy and as he was getting ready to deliver the finishing blow, he was struck by a young woman, one not of this world. He quickly dispatched the girl and took her as his personal slave, his property.\nFor the past few hours, Go'rash had been nursing the wounds he acquired in his bout with Robin and communicating with the Warlords on Mo'Crash of the invasions progress. He heard the constant shuffling of his clansmen outside his tent as they examined her newly acquired prize. He took a deep drink of ale from his flask as he let out a bleach, all orcs enjoyed ale. Furthermore, he walked out of his tent and blew his war horn, summoning his clansmen to assemble in front of his tent. The orcs amassed quickly, all knowing what to expect from him at this point. After all, a prize was meant to be used.\n\"Lo'Carlo! Mold GA is coma!\" The chieftain cried out as he pounded his chest multiple times as the assembled horde let out a collective roar. He motioned for silence after a moment as he then pointed towards the chained up Star fire. The orc seemed to lick his disgusting lips as an extremely large bulge was now apparent in his leather trousers. As he walked towards the captured, he ripped his pants off to reveal his throbbing, massive and rainy cock. It was by far the largest sex organ Star fire had ever seen in her entire life, and male Tamaranean's were known for being pretty well-endowed.\n\"Male! Intro mo GA Ford!\" The chief called out with a roar again as he undid the binds from Star fire's wrist as he roughly pulled her towards him. He pressed her back against his massive chest as his cock rubbed up against her firm ass. His rough and large hands reached down and ripped her panties from her body as he tossed them aside. He lowered his cock down and began to rubbed it against her now exposed pussy as he wrapped his arms around her and his callused hands squeezed her lovely breasts through her top, his fingers, with long, sharp nails, rubbing against where her nipples were."
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"value": "Certainly Star fire had seen a few members in her relatively short lifespan, as her people were not exactly known for their modesty. Yet she did not even process that what dangled between this orc's legs was actually one of them. It was simply too big to be allowed. Such things had to be designed in order to enter female's bodies, after all, and Star fire knew firsthand that female bodies could be tight. Her own lean frame would be quite tight indeed, considering her constant training, her super strength, and the innocence she wore for so long. There was simply no way a member that big would fit into the slim Tamareanean. At least that would solve one of Star fire's problems; for even her innocent eyes couldn't help but notice what went on in the surrounding camp, as the orcs took various human females and enjoyed themselves.\nThe orc leader barked something, and Star fire wished she understood. True, to find out such a thing would require lip contact, the thought of which made her stomach churn, but it would be a small price to pay to understand her captor's wishes. Somehow, Star fire doubted that he was stating that he'd let her go. Indeed, his rough hand grabbed her wrist, yanking her toward him, the bindings not lasting long before his insistence.\nA thick back pressed against her, reinforcing their terrifying size difference. Star fire had to be a fourth of the size of the orc, if not more, and she could feel his hefty member pressing against her back, no, not her back, her ass. Those twin small globes had been squeezed by the tight vinyl skirt, encased perfectly like fruit on display at market. Now they felt something hefty placed against them, and Star fire didn't know whether to be relieved that the size difference would make copulation impossible, or to be worried at the orc's insistent rubbing.\nHands ripped the delicate panties, and Star fire yelped as she felt her sex being exposed. The thin slit was slightly darker than the rest of the girl, a little line of almost blood-orange among the rest of her. The lips looked incredibly tight too, almost like the slit of a peach or some other exotic fruit. Indeed, that lower half had been lightly used, despite her race's known proclivities.\n\"Please stop!\" said Star fire, bringing her hands down to at least try and pull the skirt, \"You have damaged my uniform and---EEP!\" This last came as rough hands went to her small, tender breasts. They pinched them through the uniform, pulling Star fire's chest as if to rip them straight through the protective fabric. Two nipples began tenting almost immediately as blood rushed to them. Pain shot through Star fire, and she squirmed, trying to slide away. \"Those are mygrebnecks!\" she informed her captor, \"and they are not going to be useful to you, as I am not in the correct bodily position to produce the milk.\"\nWhich would be the only reason to do such squeezing, correct? Star fire hissed and squirmed, her arms abandoning her skirt for the moment to try and push away the hands working her chest. The hero's strength still remained to some degree; the orc would actually feel the resistance, if nothing else."
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"value": "Go'rash seemed amused at the girl's reactions to him tearing her panties off and the groping of her breast. He felt her struggle against his massive body, and it only served to arouse the beast within him more. He felt Star fire doing her best to remove his hands from her breasts, but his strength caused his hands to remain where they were as his fingers went to her now erect nipples. Furthermore, he rubbed them through her purple fabric before tugging on them forcefully. Furthermore, he pinched and rubbed and tugged on her sensitive nubs as he continued to stroke his giant cock against her lovely ass, his cock grinding between her two fleshy globes.\nAfter a few moments though, the chief lowered his cocks to her recently exposed silt. He rubbed the tip of his rod against the tight entrance of her lips before lowering it as he rubbed his throbbing cock against her pussy lips, his tip pushing up against her clitoris, the most sensitive part on almost any female's body.\nOne of his rough hands left her breasts and slithered down the front of her body, passing over her smooth stomach until it reached its target. Her clitoris. He pulled his cock back as his fingers went to work on her nub, rubbing and tugging on the erect nub as he pressed the tip of his cock up against her entrance once more.\nHe grinned as he licked his chops lustfully and then looked out the gathered orcs. \"Untag! Or'dang an!\" He howled as the horde let out a cheer. The chief then looked down at his property and began to push his massive deep into the girl's tight sex.\nThe girth of his tip alone was enough to cause the walls of her pussy to begin to spread of he pushed more and more of his gigantic cock into her. His length was great and his girth greater as he easily reached her cervix in a few moments and soon pushed his tip passed that as his cock began to invade her womb. He was moving extremely slowly at this point in time, inserting portions of his cock at a time into the tight woman. He heard learned early on that if he went to quickly, he would tear a woman apart and ruin her forever. Better to slowly and carefully open her up, as to get her used to repeated uses. After all, he would make use of her nearly every day so long as he remained her on Earth."
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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.\nThere was supposed to be a big party for Celebrities, some A list group who thought that they were untouchable that they wouldn't get caught and disappear like some of those B list stars. Laughing he got up and headed to his car and checked his trunk for all 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": "Lindsay Lohan was sitting at a corner table in the far end of the room talking with some other girls and sipping on her champagne from a crystal flute the held delicately in her fingers to the side of her face, giving herself a gleaming glow like look. Lindsay is wearing a crimson form fitting one piece dress that stopped just below the butt in a small, flat ruffle, Lindsay laughed heatedly at a joke that one of the girls told before she caught a glimpse of a dark haired man she had never seen before, he intrigued her for some reason... He drew her attention... Lindsay excused herself and got up running her hands down her dress to smooth it out before walking over to the man still holding her champagne flute.\n\"I've never seen you before... I'm Lindsay Lohan...\" She said to the man holding out a hand with the knuckles up so he could take it as a gentleman would. After she spoke Lindsay pushed out her lips a little accenting her matching crimson lipstick."
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"value": "Drake nodded and gently took her hand and kissed it. \"Ah my dear Ms. Lohan, I am Drake Ramirez.\" He gave her hand a light squeeze as he watched everyone making key notices of who was around. He also made notice of those whom he worked with that had infiltrated the party as well and who they had their eyes set one. Drake gave a quick nod to one of his brothers who was already heading out where one celebrity was headed out on her own.\nHe grinned and licked his lips just thinking about being able to control these humans. Knowing it was all a matter of time, and soon it would come to grab these girls, but first he had to think of a plan to be able to get them all alone and one by one so that no one would suspect anything until it was too late. \"Well I must say Ms. Loan you are looking awfully well tonight I do hope that you are enjoying this party for now. Who knows when the next time you'll get to really relax due to a hectic work timetable.\"\nDrake did his best to act as any other star and human but deep down it enraged him as much as he knew it upset the prince that these far less superior and weaker creatures could even think that they were on the top of the food chain. Hell in history all the progress that was ever made was due to his own kind aiding the humans so that they could be used for their own purposes."
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"value": "Lindsay smiled at the man and his gentlemanly actions, it made her happy to know that there was at least one decent man left on earth that wasn't a pig. That's why she had gone to women is because men were so brutally belligerent with their feelings and the fact that most of them were sexual. Lindsay looked the man up and down again making notes of his dark and handsome features before she spoke again. \"Why thank you, Mr. Ramirez, you are looking very well put together your self.\" Lindsay said back before sipping her champagne. \"Would you care to sit with me and talk? You seem to have a head on your shoulders, maybe we can actually have a decent conversation unlike some of the people here.\" Lindsay said with a smile as she motioned towards an empty table near them."
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"value": "Drake gave a short nod of his head and decided to take up this woman and her offer. He also knew that other members of his kind were outside and dealing with other celebrities. All ready Shadow had grabbed his two targets and was deep in the dark looking over the two women. He grinned and shifted over to his natural form, letting his tail uncurl and his ears stand up. His yellow eyes looking over the lovely women that he was ordered to grab. \"Well it seems the music box does work.\" He watched as the two women who were tied together tried to huddle together out of fear. \"Now you will learn my pets, that your old life no longer exists, your new life as slaves begin now.\" And just who were these women who had been abducted and tied together? Well none other than Beyond Knowles and Tyra Banks.\nShadow grinned and watched the two before walking over to them and running a hand against their cheeks. \"Now there is no need to be afraid, All you need to know is that you will learn to please and obey your master.\" and as he stood in front of them they were able to see his slowly hardening cock due to the fact that these beasts did not wear clothes if they were in the warrior class because they were allowed to have anyone they wanted as a reward for their service to the king."
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"value": "Beyoncé and Tyra were lying on the ground tied up and gagged down on the ground. Beyoncé tried to scream as the man shifted into an alien like form which she had never seen. Tyra was still unconscious lying on the pavement, Beyoncé tried to scream again as it spoke in its statically mechanical voice, Beyoncé's eyes went wide when the 'things' cock started to get hard right before her eyes. Tyra's eyes started to flutter open at that moment which made her groan, lifting her head she slowly started to freak out as her mind registered the binds and her gag before her eyes fell on her captor which made her scream against the gag, her muffled voice begging for mercy and to be let go.\nLindsay sat at the table with Drake and snatched a champagne flute from a passing waiter, handing it to the man. \"So Drake, what line of work are you in? I hate to sound conceded, so I'll tell you my profession, I'm an actress.... I hate having to feel awkward when I say that, but I do because people are usually like, I know!\" Lindsay asked the man as she finished her champagne and took a new one from a second passing waiter."
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"value": "Shadow looked at Beyond and Tyra as they continued to put up their struggle. He coughed for a second before spitting out a small black box. \"Much better.\" When he spoke it was almost like a growl, his voice was able to produce an animal like characteristic to it. His tail uncoiled from his waist as he watched the two girls before he grabbed Tyra and lifted her up pinning her against the wall. \"I think I am going to enjoy myself with you before I have you sold.\" He then looked at Beyond and licked his lips. \"As for you, I think I'll keep you for myself, unless you can convince me to keep both of you and not sell you.\" He watched their reactions as he let his hand glide over Tyra's legs to the edge of her dress.\nDrake looked at Lindsay and nodded. \"Besides helping up-and-coming celebrity's career's to rise I also run a small import and export business for selective clients. Be it expensive cars, toys, girls and drinks, we can get what a client wants and deliver it to them. And for right now, you're wanted by someone.\" He smiled knowing that she had drank enough of the laced champagne to put her under its spell, to others she would just seem drowsy from drinking, but she wouldn't be able to say or do anything, she would be a prisoner inside of her own body. \"Just sit back and relax miss Loan, it will all be over soon.\""
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"value": "Tyra whimpered and sobbed as the 'thing' picked her up and shoved her against the wall, making her eyes water in pain. When he spoke Tyra tossed her head from side to side and screamed again, her long chestnut brown locks whipping her face in the process. Beyoncé tried to get up on her knee's and inch away but fell face first onto the floor with a small muffled cry, Tyra whimpered and started to cry as the beasts hand started to go up her dress, as it touched her thigh and roamed up further Tyra's tears became more and more pronounced as it started to touch the front of her panties.\nLindsay all of a sudden went still, her mind racing but her body not responding to what she wanted it to do, 'It will all be over soon?' What the fuck did he mean by that!?"
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"value": "Shadow watched Tyra and grinned as she tried to struggle, it only made him harder, and she would be able to tell as his now hard cock was pressing against her pantyhose clad legs. He then watched as Beyond tried to squirm away only to fall and not move far. His tail reached out and grabbed Beyond around the waist and held her up. \"Ah what's wrong feeling left out?\" He grinned and pulled the two girls together and tied their hands together before tying it against the wall so that they couldn't pull away. He also tied each of their legs together so they were unable to move away. \"Now who first?\" licking his lips he pressed himself up against Tyra and rubbed himself against her panties while his hand sneaked up Beyond's backside and slipped up her dress.\nDrake looked at Lindsay and grinned before gently helping her up from the seat. When a waiter walking by asked if she was okay he simply gave that she had a little too much to drink, and he was getting her a cab to take home. He walked her out to the back before leaning her against a car. Once done he stripped her of her crimson dress and tucked it away, instead he dressed her into a short black and white dress and black hose.\nIt was a familiar dress to her but would have been a little shorter from the years but still showed off her womanly figure. He then tied her and placed her in the back seat before pulling out a small black card and opening it. The image looked to be of a boy no older than 17, but he had animal look to him, yellow eyes, pointed ears and fur. \"You have her?.. Good.you have the next target order as well.\" Drake nodded. \"Yes my prince.\" He then turned and looked at Lindsay. \"Well your new master is the prince, feel lucky.\""
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"value": "Tyra clamped her eyes shut trying to block out what sh was sure her mind just playing tricks on her, but as the 'things' cock rubbed up against her leg she whimpered and closed her eyes even tighter, Beyoncé whimpered and tried to scream again as she was picked up by the things tail and slammed against the wall before having her and Tyra's hands and legs tied together tightly, as its hand slipped up her dress and groped her ass Beyoncé whimpered and whined while Tyra's scream tore through her gag as the thing pressed its cock against her panties, making her pussy wet itself in anticipation despite her situation, human bodies rarely listened to the minds of their host despite the circumstances.\nLindsay didn't know what to do, even if she did her body wasn't responding to her minds commands, when the man Drake lied to the waiter she tried to scream out that he had drugged her but to no avail. When she got bent over the car and redressed Lindsay started to cry, tears fell, but no sound left her as she got thrown into the back of the car. When Drake mentioned the 'prince' she got worried however she still couldn't do anything to save her, let alone show her emotions..."
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"value": "Shadow looked at Tyra and Beyond and licked his lips as he kept pressing against Tyra's panties. As he pressed against her, he could smell her scent coming through the air. He could smell their body's natural reaction to him pressing his cock against them, but he could also smell their fear and that to him was turning him on even more. He watched Tyra's reactions as he pulled down her panties.\nPressing against her, he gave her time to get used to his size as he slowly pushed his way into her. He kept his eyes on her as he started to push harder and harder against her. When he was reaching his peak he pulled himself out of her and rubbed himself against Beyond and grinned as he ruthlessly pushed himself into her and kept going at her. All the while he kept Tyra pinned and used his tail to slip inside of her.\nDrake looked at Lindsay and grinned giving her rear a playful swat. \"Oh don't worry it will be all over quickly.\" He grinned then looked up the intel on his next target. A young musician/ actor a miss Miley Cyrus. \"Hmm this shouldn't be that hard.\" He grabbed Lindsay and helped put her inside the car laying down knowing the serum wouldn't wear off until he administered the antitoxin. \"Just to keep yourself ready.\" He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small vibe and slipped it inside of Lindsay and turned it on low. \"That should keep you busy until we return.\" He laughed before walking away from the car and headed back inside to find his next target.\nLooking around Drake used his race's natural skill of tracking through scent. As he had already been given the scents of his targets it wouldn't be that hard to find Miley. He knew she was around here and after a little searching he had found her, yet he needed to find a way to separate her from everyone else. He thought about it for a second but then nodded and moved behind her before whispering for her to get up a check a noise in the viewing lounge of the club. Furthermore, he then reached into his pack and pulled out a small round device and turned it on. The sound it made was like that of a music box. He then tossed it over into the lounge and waited for her to go and investigate the music. The music was something sweet and haunting. Lulling its victim into a false sense of security and ease. Drake watched as Miley came into the viewing lounge and the music took control of her. \"So they are susceptible to it.\" He licked his lips watching her and moving up behind her."
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"value": "\"This is outrageous!\" Hermione Granger protested for what was perhaps the third time this hour. She stomped her foot again, knowing full well that the gesture looked rather childish. At the moment, the previous hero of the war against Voldemort, current Head Girl of Hogwarts and Gryffindor Prefect returned to finish her education was standing in detention. Or, to be more accurate, she was sitting outside in a hall, waiting for the detention to properly start. Not that Hermione hadn't earned detention before. There had been that incident with the dragon oh so many years ago, for starters. And nearly everyone had earned some form of detention when that detestable woman from the Ministry had been running things.\nBut this? This was not her fault.\nHermione glared across the hall where she sat at the real culprit. She'd actually been one to advocate for Draco Malfoy, if only partially on Harry's behalf. There had been some debate on whether to let any of the Slytherin's (outrageous, and everyone knew it) or the previous Death Eaters (less outrageous) return to finish their education. Hermione had been rather vocal upon insisting that Malfoy and his friends had just as much right to finish their education as anyone else. While people had often listened to the \"smartest witch of her age\" previously, her newly minted \"heroine\" status gave her more leeway.\nApparently not enough, as had been madeabundantlyclear. Malfoy had been abusing his privileges, againand Hermione had been forced to step in, again. They'd barely been back at Hogwarts for a few months, yet it felt like she was constantly telling her fellow prefect (she still wasn't sure how on earth Malfoy had \"earned\" his positions) to leave younger students alone. As if dealing with Newts wasn't hard enough, particularly since Hermione had picked up all the same, rather difficult, subjects she'd been studying before she'd left with Harry on his quest. But quite frequently, she'd find him in open places, tormenting younger students (most frequently first years). It was odd, because she hadn't heard many complaints, yet whenever she happened to see him, it seemed as if he were about to torment someone.\nSo there Hermione sat, glowering. Her hair seemed to be as unruly as her mood, light brown messy ringlets framing her intelligent face. Hermione was technically quite pretty; she simply never dressed to accent it or did anything to enhance her looks. Bushy hair and a mostly makeup free face looked rather normal, almost blasé in the grand scheme. Standard Hogwarts robes hung loose around a body that was admittedly a bit more lithe after a year or so of running around finding and destroying Hercules. Hermione could still feel some of the scars from it, including the ones she'd picked up from Malfoy manor.\n\"I can't believe you,\" she said again, shooting another glare at Malfoy before looking at the door. Who was even responsible for this detention anyway? Hermione's had been assigned by the new head of Gryffindor house (McGonagall having taken over as Headmistress), so likely Malfoy had received the same. Hermione was almost hoping for Filch, or possibly Hagrid if she were quite lucky. Then again, she'd heard rumors that there may be unassigned detentions for older students, since Hogwarts was still dealing with staffing issues post-war..."
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"value": "Draco was here to finish up his last year, after the struggles with the dark lord. He still didn't dare say the name that dread so many of the wizarding world, but it was all down hill from this point on. His father was taken to prison, leaving his mother alone at home trying to attend to family matters. Trying to keep the family business afloat all by herself, as he came back to try and win favor with the teachers. He was given the position of head boy to his amazement, it was also the fact that the mud blood spoke for him....he really needed to stop talking to her.\nIt was then that something else came up, another group of death eaters. They were zealot about him joining them to take over what wasn't finished, the dark lord was dead. Yet, they can never return to society and now want revenge. To kill the famous Harry Potter, but now as he is training to become an Aurora it was hard to get to him. Ron wasn't really important to the cause, he was just a country Bunin with nothing of interest. He didn't even come back to Hogwarts, so that only left the smartest witch of this age from what they called her for so many years. She was the reason that the dark lord was defeated, so now the death cult wanted her dead.\nTo capture her was the best thing they could do to lure potter, so he was tasked with the duties to catch her. Find a way to get her out of the plans of the other death eaters, so he came up with a plan as he needed to defeat her in some way. To get her to find way of thinking much better, but not let her think that he was up to more sinister plot. The only reason he was doing this was because they promised to leave his mother alone, he was trying to protect her in her own way, and he didn't even tell her either. Now, here he was getting them both detention so that he could get in with her. They stood at the door as she was being well herself complaining about him.\nHe stood there with his arms crossed as he looked over to her. \"Blaming me for your own actions, you're the one that got in the way. Now look at us, stuck in detention like I want to spend my time with you.\" Draco said a little disgusted by the fact, as he waited for the instructor of course this was planned as well. His blonde locks were always the same, combed back as his tall stature were always appealing to most woman. He looked better than before, as he was a mess during the dark lord reign, but he had a much calmer look on him. He was a quidditch player and captain still with his skill and speed only second to potter, which pissed him off still.\nThe person on wonder would appear a house-elf that would push a tray of food and drinks on it, along with some of the books that they would be using to do some head duty with. It might be a dream come true for Hermione to be able to sort through books and find every little detail about it. He on the other hand would just sigh as this would be there duty for the night, of course deep down he was grinning. The house elf would snap his fingers as the door would open, and the cart would go inside with some help of magic. \"McGonagall has said to sort these books in the proper order by volume and to ensure there are no damage to the books. If there is, you will need to write it down onto a new sheet and replace it to keep it in condition.\" He would say as he started to head out, it would seem that they will be alone for this portion of the detention with each other.\n\"Well great, now we have to look through this pile of books. Of course a bookworm like yourself will be happy with this sort of chore, I bet.\" Draco would taunt her Christ for knowledge as he would look towards the drinks, he did spike it after all with the help of the house elf. Despite her attempts to help them, some were still following the old rules of a master and not taking payment. It would only be a matter of time before she would take a sip and eat some of the freshly groomed finger sandwiches. He didn't say another word as he would enter the room to start looking through the books, as he wanted to pass the time."
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"value": "\"At least that's something we can agree upon,\" Hermione said, once more giving Draco the stink-eye. Did she think that she was to blame for this? Well, perhaps partially. As Draco said, she had reacted poorly to his actions. Nonetheless, she knew who was truly at blame here, and it was the \"handsome\" Quidditch player (currently one of the best in the school from what Hermione knew, second to perhaps Ginny Weasley).\nThe appearance of the house elf startled Hermione. She felt almost ashamed for not having a SPEW button on hand: that organization had mostly slipped her mind these past few years, what with the war and everything. Plus she'd been busy helping students reintegrate and being a voice of reason and tolerance and everything. Still, Hermione made a mental note to begin campaigning properly for SPEW again soon.\nAs Draco had predicted, the punishment actually sounded somewhat pleasant to Hermione. She nodded. \"That seems fair,\" she said as the house elf laid the instructions. She was tempted to try and offer the elf a piece of clothing or perhaps ask its name, but the elf was already vanishing and Draco was already making a nuisance of himself.\n\"It'll go easier if we divide up the work,\" Hermione said, pausing to pull back her unruly hair into a tighter ponytail. \"I don't particularly like you; you don't like me, but if we work together, we can get through this task easily enough. We are the two smartest students at this school,\" Hermione paused, again eying Draco, a little challenge sneaking into her expression brown eyes. After all, she didn't believe Draco had properly earned his position. Then again, perhaps it was all those years of listening to Harry's opinion of Malfoy.\nHermione got to work immediately, looking through the books, dividing them up into piles. She was clearly getting quite wrapped up in the books, more or less ignoring the drinks and snacks in favor of completing the task on hand. After all, Hermione Granger was nothing if not the wholly focused student."
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"value": "Draco would chuckle towards her as they could only agree that being together was a bad choice. It wasn't his brightest idea, but just seeing her give him the stink eye was the usual thing with her. He was them two blame, but at least she wasn't trying to get out of this. The headmistress, how she would have to deal with her at some point and try to get on her good side to get into less trouble.\nThe fair choice in the matter was reading through the books, his eyes would notice her looking towards the house elf. She was a part of SPEW, which really irked him as he still had some house elves at his home. They took care of his mother while he was away, but now wasn't a time to even think about it like that. When she mentioned the word split, he would just sigh towards her as if he didn't want to do it.\n\"That's what I'm already doing with my pile. I don't have your brain to come up with my own ideas.\" He taunted her as he looked through another book going through the pages. He wanted to use magic to do it, but that was banned during detention to not start a fight. \"Who ever said I don't like you? There you go assuming things again. Well at least you called me the smartest student, so I can forgive you.\" Draco would say in a playful manner, but it was just a ploy to get on her nerves.\nHis eyes would veer over to her, but she wasn't even paying attention to food and drinks. It made him try to think of a way to get her to drink it, he couldn't use a spell here. So the only way was to district her from her book reading as his hand would slip a little. Tossing a book to the ground, the sound would echo throughout the room because they were the only one's here at the moment. He would just look at it for a moment, then back to his book not even picking it up trying to start a fight and maybe get her thirsty with a little bit of a yelling match."
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"value": "Hermione's eyes narrowed as Draco started sniping at her yet again. She could still quite vividly recall her time in his home, and the scars both physical and mental she bore from it. Considering that and all their... encounters previously to now. \"Yes, it's well known that you marquisette Mud blood lover,\" she all but drawled. Yes, she could use that word: it was her word to use, and, as always, she believed in using the power of words for her benefit.\nAs for smartest... Hermione didn't feel like arguing that. Yes, she felt some twinge of pride over the whole \"smartest witch of the age\" business, but, well, it wasn't the main reason she did what she did. Studying just came naturally to her, as did figuring out problems, much like the one she was working on now.\nBut detentions like these were always somewhat dreadful. The company would've nearly been punishment enough, but Hermione had never been a fan of tasks without much of a time limit. She fully intended to do the job and do it thoroughly, however. And orderly would be the best way to do it.\nWhich was why she sighed as Draco dropped a book. \"Careful!\" she insisted, watching him pick it up. \"These are probably rare or valuable. Even if they're not, they're books, and you shouldn't just be throwing them about,\" Hermione huffed, then looked over at Draco's pile. \"You also put some out of order, see?\" she walked over, pointing at some titles. \"This one should be first, then,\" she started reorganizing, though, really, it was a mistake that required fairly esoteric knowledge, something that Malfoy couldn't reasonably be expected to have."
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"value": "He was doing his best to keep in line with her, she was just the worst person that he could ever talk to her. She went through hell and back to death the dark lord and even at his house as he watched her bag for her life at one point. The torture from his aunt was just nonsense as he wanted her to stop, but feared that he would be nice. He blinked at the mention of the word, she was using it for herself.\nDraco tried to talk to her, but he couldn't find the words, she was well right in a sense. He just didn't expect her to use those words! It was just pissing him off as he wanted nothing to do with her. Reminding himself that he was doing this for his mother and the safety of his family with a calm expression on his face. He wasn't going to talk back to her comment trying to keep his composure.\nAnother book would fall to the floor as she tried to tell him off, what was he going to do with her? It came to mind that he wanted to yell at her, but this seemed more fun with her love for books. \"There just books, what do you think they can say? Nothing!\" Draco would taunt her again as she was just not going to shut up about his lack of knowledge. Then an idea came into his head as he would walk over to the food tray and grabbed the drink. \"Maybe I should just pour this all over the books to get us both in trouble, all that knowledge washed away.\" Draco would say as this was better than tormenting first year students, as she might not have much choice to save her books from the drink in his hand."
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"value": "Just another day in Spiral.\nFar above, in the blue sky, birds- And terrible razor-winged harpies-soared through the clouds, a bewildering array of native fauna crawled, growled or spat flames... And somewhere else, far, far away, a titanic, invincible behemoth set about on its task of destroying the entire world.\nBut *that* happened every generation, after all; So hey, no pressure.\nCurrently, the only hope for the salvation of two worlds was... Dodging lightning bolts on the Thunder Plains? After that, he'd get round to chasing those damn blue butterflies in the depths of the Macadamia Wood... And then there were those chooses to breed-When asked exactly *when* he was going to work on the whole 'Destroying Sin, and saving the world for good' thing, the party's nominal leader answered, quote, \"Eventually.\" unquote, and went right back to playing a particularly brutal variant of underwater football.\nCuriously, by-and-large, the people shrugged and went on with their daily lives. While Spiral might be, as stated by a recently re-killed madman, \"A sad land, trapped... In a *spiral*. Of DEATH!\" the god-spawned abomination and potential under of the world certainly wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon...\nOf course, while waiting for every last side quest to be completed, a girl could get very, very bored.\n***\nThe city of Luca is the second-largest metropolis in all Spira. For the purposes of our story, though, it's a particularly important city; It's the trade center of the world, where merchants and people of all stripes mingle, away from the repressive theocracy that grips most of the land. Here, anything and everything is available... For a price, of course.\nAs befits the 'free trade' zone, the rest of the city has been built entirely to cater to visitors; Blitz ball matches, breathtaking underwater- and aerial- views, a variety of exotic restaurants...\n-And bars.\nThere's *always* a bar.\nIt is, without a doubt, a place a girl could get herself into a *lot* of trouble.\n***\nIn the pavilion of a salon in the depths of Luca...\nInside, the place was lit by glow-globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch-black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space...\nAt a corner table, a pale, long-fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to raven-black lips. As she set it back on the glossy black table, Lulu stretched languorously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her fur-trimmed gown; Beneath the endless array of crisscrossing belts, her long, lissome legs whispered as she crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps...\nBored\nHer wine-dark lips curling in a sultry pout, the lovely sorceress leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle substation; She was bored.\nIdly, Lulu tapped her long nails together, fingers drumming a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface; She sighed, a low, throaty sound from her magnificent throat.\nThis was *not* what she'd in mind. Ever since she'd taken on the duty as Lady Yuan's Guardian, it seemed that the world had become an odd place indeed; They'd left the well-defined rut of the Summoner's Pilgrimage, and were, apparently, breaking entirely new ground... Now, the impetus was to *defeat* Sin, forever, not just seal it away for another generation; And, certain disturbing...revelations...had come to pass, which'd changed things entirely...\nIt was, she decided, enough to make a girl turn to drink.\nCupping her pointed chin, Lulu gazed absently at her reflection, thinking. Their fearless leader had come to the decision that, with the final confrontation looming, it'd be best if they found the ultimate weapons... More firepower against Sin.\nThat, on paper, was an excellent idea. In reality, though; There'd been an insane number of hoops to jump through-You didn't just need the weapon, you needed an, um, 'Celestial Mirror'. Then a 'Venus Emblem'. And, finally, the damn thing itself. She'd asked to be dropped off here, in Luca-After all, if those could be found anywhere, they'd be found here... Right?\nAnd besides, she had to admit, she *was* looking for a little fun...\nA spark of amusement ignited in Lulu's dark eyes, and the sorceress straightened, ever-so-slightly, her bare shoulders rising above her gown's fur trim; She'd sent out word of her interest, and had received a fairly enthusiastic... Let alone overwhelming...response. Maybe, she thought, it was the *way* she'd been asking the questions...\nOh, well. She had time to burn, and a will to pursue this ridiculous side quest. Who knew? Perhaps something would come out of it, after all..."
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"value": "The dull roar of the blitz ball stadium was a welcome sound to the ears of Demetrius Biggs as he exited the giant floating orb of water and let his body adjust to standing on firm ground again. There were only a few people milling about, his teammates (done with practice for the day) and a few devoted fans who came to watch the practice. His chestnut brown nape-length hair was matted to his head and face, limp from the hours of swimming. Long, tan and toned arms glistened and rippled as he stretched them. All the repetitive motion of swimming had tired him out a fair bit.\nDemetrius turned and looked back up at the strange aquatic sphere and furrowed his brow. How this mass of water was able to stay afloat in the middle of the air with seemingly no magical aid, how it never got dirty with seemingly no maintenance crew, and how he was able to hold his breath for so long while submerged in it was beyond him. He was a Red Mage, one skilled in both the arts of magic and physical combat. He did fairly well in both, and as such he was gifted with an athletic body and a decent mind. Of course, he was no Spartan Warrior, and he was no genius, but he at least knew more than most of the meatheads on his team. He didn't like Blitz ball a terrible lot. It was fun to watch, but definitely not something he thought he would be involved in. Still, when he heard how flexible the hours and how good the pay of a spot on the Luca Goers was, he decided it was in his best financial interest. After all, that Titus boy, the outlandish guardian of Lady Yuan, still had time to play in tournaments while out saving mankind from the world. How Titus managed this was beyond him, but what he did know was that it was rather easy for him to do his work as both a Red Mage and an athlete.\nHe headed back to the lockers, taking a shower and changing into some suitable casual clothes before heading out into the streets of Luca. His blue eyes, slightly shimmering from his magic power, scanned the streets as he walked. He'd heard a rumor that another from Yuan's pack--a magic user named Lulu--had branched off and was currently staying in Luca. He'd never seen a picture of her but from what he had heard, she was quite a lovely lady, and she hadn't exactly looked chaste in her search for...whatever it was that she was looking for.\nFurthermore, he arrived at his destination, a tavern in the shopping district of Luca. It was called The Golden Chicago, named after the elusive creature obtained through extensive breeding. It was an old-town folksy name for a rather modernized bar. That way, people could go and enjoy a drink and pretend they're living the old-fashioned life while enjoying all the comforts of contemporary style and technology. Consumer psychology was a tricky business.\nDemetrius stepped inside and glanced around. One patron immediately caught his eye. She was aloof, yet not quite snobbish. Beautiful and almost dangerous. (And if he thought she was \"almost dangerous\" from one glance across the room that meant she was most likely rather dangerous.) She looked far too...unattainable to be alone at a place like this. Demetrius didn't waste time in calmly striding to where she was sitting and taking a seat next to her. \"Two more glasses of Cornelia Rouge, if you would,\" he signaled to one of the people working. \"Demetrius,\" he said, flashing a smile. Friendly, but it showed his intent well enough."
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"value": "A soft, low \"Hammer?\" parted Lulu's lips, as his knuckles rapped on the wood; She glanced up, arching an eyebrow, her dark eyes curious... She hadn't been expecting company, after all! She caught the flash of white teeth, heard the easy, almost amused vitality in the speaker's voice, and thought-\nI *could* make an exception...\nWith a flick of her wrist, the sorceress twitched the curtain aside, just the smallest curl to her pouty lips; \"Lulu,\" she murmured, her voice smokey, a little husky from drink- But with a certain sparkle in her eyes...\" Please, feel free; Some things *are* better shared.\" Lulu gestured, cradling the carafe of wine she'd ordered, turning it in her pale fingers, letting it catch and sparkle in the light.\nEasing it into a slow spin, she brushed her dark tresses back from her face, leaving the curtain open, invitingly; Ice clinked as she swirled her glass, the sound- And the cool darkness- a pleasant contrast to the heat of the day outside...\nA smile tugged at those full, bee-stung lips as she leaned back into the plush seat, those kohl-rimmed eyes meeting his, for a moment... Then shifting away, as if satisfied. \"-And what brings you here, Demetrius~?\""
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"value": "So far, so good. Demetrius was never one to play games when it came to these sorts of situations. Hell, when it came to womanly pleasures he hardly needed to. After a game there was no shortage of girls who wanted to accompany him to the after party and then some. Still, when one encounters someone like this...by the Devon gods, one goes out of their way.\nLulu. The name clicked with him immediately, but he didn't let on. Chances are a girl didn't go off to enjoy a drink with the intent of talking about that odd party of warriors and magicians. \"Charmed, Lulu,\" he said, his face remaining calm but friendly, like that of a close friend in a poker game. He graciously took the carafe and poured himself some wine before lifting the glass to her. \"Cheers.\"\nHe thought for a moment at her question. What did Demetrius come into the Golden Chicago for, anyway? \"I was done with my obligations for the day and didn't feel like going home yet. Besides, nothing good ever comes from drinking alone.\" He leaned back, his eyes fighting the temptation to glance down at her luscious lips and her impressive cleavage. Eye contact, eye contact. \"And yourself? Something tells me you don't frequent this place.\""
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"value": "Lulu's bee-stung lips curled into a smile, enjoying the back-and-forth; On the ship, with the rest of the party, with one thing after another, well... It'd been a long, *long* while before she could just unwind, and enjoy someone else's company- And this certainly qualified. He was...certainly good-looking, in a dusky, muscular way... Again reminding her, oddly, of-\n\"And me?\" she echoed thoughtfully, a low \"Hmmmmmm~\" as she considered-Then those dark eyes flashed with mischief. \"It all depends,\" Lulu murmured. \"-Can you keep a secret, Detritus?\" Those slim fingers brushed a stray strand of midnight hair back from her pale face, her skirts rustling as she shifted the slightest bit closer... Then waved it away, as if it meant nothing at all.\n\"-I am, actually, seeking... Exotic goods. Relics of old Spiral. But-\" and she paused, just for a moment, \"... Thatisin the long-term. For now, though...\" And her dark eyes locked with his, in a pleasantly uncomfortable contact, seeming to *measure* him... The amused glitter leaving him pondering whether she liked what she saw! \"-I'm merely enjoying the ambience.\" Ice clinked. \"With company, of course...\""
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"value": "Demetrius's sky-blue eyes flicked downward, catching a brief glimpse of her tantalizing pale legs behind the outlandish matrix of belts that comprised her skirt. How she assembled them into a suitable element was beyond him. Still, the way her legs peeked through like light through a tight lattice was quite a sight.\nPerhaps I'll find out how that skirt comes off...\nNo. No. Demetrius chided himself for almost letting his mind wander. But oh, the places it could wander to...\n\"My lips are sealed,\" he answered, leaning forward as she did. She was obviously enjoying his company. He had to admit, even beyond her stunning body and sensual aura, he was enjoying himself as well. Lulu seemed like the type of person one could never get bored with being around.\n\"For now, though...\"\nThough he'd been actively listening to her before, he felt himself suddenly caught in a new sharper focus as her eyes zeroed in on his. \"Is that so? Sounds like quite an endeavor. I suppose you'll be around for a while then?\" It is almost hard to keep his cool composure as he could feel her eyes evaluating him. He could almost sense a hint of skepticism in her, as though she wasn't quite convinced that he was the one she'd like to be spending an evening with, and that she was merely entertaining him for the moment to amuse herself.\nIf she could do this much with a look, he could only imagine what it was like to be one of her party on her bad side.\n\"There is something of a charm about this place, isn't there?\" he replied, banishing his previous thoughts and putting on an air of confidence once again. \"Well, while you're around, I suppose I could take some time to show you around,\" he offered, sliding an inch or two closer to her."
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"value": "Damn him. Damn them. Damn it all.\nThe orange glow, ambient heat and the roaring sound of waves of molten rock crashing against energy shields seemed the perfect backdrop for his inner turmoil.\nThe corpses of the Trade Federation leaders had been fed into the rivers of lava, and cleaning droids were scouring the control room, removing every trace of the brief struggle. No, the massacre. He had personally retrieved the security footage and deleted anything that might seem incriminating. To the galaxy at large, the story would be that the backers of the Separatist movement, the men who had supported Count Dooku in his ill-conceived crusade, had simply... vanished... when their defeat had become inevitable. They would be far from the first war criminals to go into exile to escape the repercussions of their actions.\nThe people of the new Galactic Empire would moan and complain about the troublemakers having escaped justice. But there would be peace. Thanks to him. Why did that particular thought make him want to jump the railing and cast himself into the fiery sea?\nSearch your feelings, Anakin. Before you can control them, you must know them. And to know them, you must first be able to name them. Do not try to put them into perspective, or make them presentable before you do. That way lies only delusion. Face them without fear, and they lose much of their power. Then you can decide what you must do about them with a clear head.\nOne of the few lessons Quinton had managed to impart aboard the Nubian before they returned to Taboo all those years ago. Name your feelings.\nFear, of course. He was afraid. So much was changing, and he had never handled change well. The war had become his home. He had had an enemy, an objective, and a way to prove his strength and courage. It had made him a hero. Now he would have to find a new way, and that was terrifying. And even with Emperor Palatine's reassurances, he still feared for Padre.\nGuilt. However just the cause, he had betrayed much of what he had come to value, and the principles of many whom he loved. Oaths he had sworn, that had once granted him strength and comfort. It would be difficult... and painful... to reconcile everyone and everything he would need to go on. Perhaps even impossible. The screams of the Jedi in the temple still rang in his ears. Maybe they always would.\nAnger. The only reason any of this was happening was because of the failings of others. The bureaucrats of the Republic had failed to negotiate or compromise or even admit culpability, and forced him, Palatine and Padre to shoulder the burdens of the galaxy alone. The Jedi Council had failed to resist corruption, and had threatened everything he held dear out of sheer spite and lust for control. Everything had been falling apart because people kept refusing to follow the law, and do their duty instead of pursuing their own interests.\nSo what must he do? He must trust Palatine and Padre to know what was best, and would follow their lead. The three of them, together? They could make the Empire great. Make it fair. Make it prosperous. Make it a place where no slave boy would ever have to fear his mother being captured and tortured by Sand People again. That wastheirduty. The time for selfishness and indignation was over. It had to be. Or everything would have been for nothing.\nWhen he returned to Coruscate, he would make it so.\nAnakin's ruminations were cut short by a movement out of the corner of his eye, a reflection in the dark sky. For a moment he thought his mind was playing a trick on him, until he recognized the shape. It sent a jerk of happiness and apprehension through him, and he wasted no time in running to the landing pad as it descended. Suddenly, the only thing he could think about, the only thing in the universe that mattered, was holding her in his arms again.\nHe stopped before the ship, her Nubian, as graceful as the first time he had seen it in the desert under a blue sky, waiting for it to lower the ramp. Ready to take him to the stars, along with its angel. His hair was disheveled, and a shadow of stubble ghosted his jaw after the past few days. Dark rings circled his eyes, and while genuine, his smile of anticipation seemed... brittle. Too sharp around the edges.\nNonetheless, his shoulders were squared, and his jaw was set. Anyone who knew him could see the new determination in his eyes. He would do this, and do it right. And damn the galaxy to hell if he would allow himself to lose her along the way."
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"value": "Palm gripped the controls with a hold of iron as stars streaked past the viewport. She could have relinquished her hold on them shortly after breaking Coruscate's atmosphere had she wished, what with the autopilot feature and Three to guide the Cambodian craft to Mustafa. Mustafa; she'd never been and never imagined she would ever have any need to venture to the industrial planet. It didn't make sense as to why Anakin would be there other than on an assignment for the Republic. Did he even know that the Republic was no more?\nAccording to Obi-Wan, Anakin knew better than anyone what was going on. Younglings....surely it couldn't be true?\n\"Mistress?\"\nThe prim voice of Three woke her from her reverie. She snapped into action and assisted in landing the ship on the landing pad below them. The sight of the river of lava sent an icy shiver down her back. Whatever the reason Anakin was on this forsaken planet, Palm felt it wasn't a good one. She took a moment to gather herself before exiting the cockpit. How she would broach the rumors that Obi-Wan had shared with her was lost on her. Putting the horrid deeds to words seemed a Herculean task.\nYet, hadn't Anakin killed innocents before? More than once the massacre on Tattooing crept into her mind, having escaped the smothering grip she had on the memory.\n\"Stay with the ship Three,\" Palm ordered. She stood from the pilot's chair, holding onto the back of the co-pilot's for balance, and looked beyond the viewport. Her heart leaped in her chest at the sight of a familiar figure approaching the landing pad. Despite her misgivings Palm hastened off the craft and down the lowered ramp.\n\"ANI,\" she breathed, embracing him tightly. The two lives within her moved and kicked; perhaps they sensed their father.\n\"What are you doing here? Coruscate is in chaos. The Republic-\" Her words dried up as she searched his hardened eyes."
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"value": "His heart skipped a beat when he saw her make her way down the ramp. As it always had, right since he was a child. Even in the ugly light of the fire, even with that expression of concern and fear on her face, she was the loveliest thing he had ever seen. Her skin radiant, her posture straight and dignified as befitted a Queen and a Senator.\nAnakin didn't hesitate for a moment to wrap his arms around her, careful of her growing belly which seemed even more pronounced than it had just a few days ago. He held her, tightly. Desperately. Buried his face in her hair and breathed her in, as though her presence was an oasis after far too long trekking through the desert, losing one's mind.\nEverything would be okay now.\nShe broke the embrace and pulled away far too quickly, and the look of disbelief and doubt in her face hurt him in a way nothing had prepared him for.\n\"The Republic is no more. I know.\" he said, refusing to let his voice quiver. He had done this, and he would not hide from it. \"The war is over, Palm. I know it's... scary. To see things changing so quickly. But Palatine wants peace. Order. He's going to need our help. It's the only way. The only one that makes sense.\"\nHis voice held conviction, but the desperation in his grip around her shoulders had not faded."
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"value": "Palm swallowed past the lump in her throat when Anakin affirmed the news about the Republic. \"He's dissolved the Republic,\" she reminded him. \"And declared himself emperor. How could that bring about peace? How many voices will be silenced because of this?\" Her hands moved to his face, palms flat against Anakin's cheeks. \"Let's go home, ANI, to Taboo just like we planned.\" It was foolish to think they could hide away on her beloved home planet and avoid the insanity that would follow the shift of the Republic to the Empire. Still, she couldn't help but hope for simpler and safer times.\nShe let her hands smooth down his shoulders to his biceps, letting them rest there. She gathered her strength and posed the next question. \"Obi-Wan told me....terrible things. The-\" Her words cut off as she met his eyes. \"The young lings, ANI? Please tell me it isn't true. I can't-\"\nPalm couldn't picture him putting the young Jedi to his lightsaber without regret. How could he, when he was due to be a father within weeks."
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"value": "\"The Republicwantsto be dissolved, Palm.\" Anakin said, a note of gentleness in his words. \"Even if it offends your sensibilities. I may be an idiot child when it comes to politics compared to you or him, but I've been out there, on campaign. On the battlefields. I've seen what all the hold-shuffling and talking and money-grubbing has lead to. We all know that things can't go on like this. And it's the right of people in a democracy to unite behind a strong leader when the need arises. Come what may. It has to be.\"\nHe squeezed her shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes. Trying to force her to understand. \"He'll need us, Palm. You more than me. He needs you to help ensure that itdoeslead to peace. That it isn't the end of everything we've been fighting for. I know you can do that. And we can't hide from it. We'll go to Taboo to have our children. But first we must go back to Coruscate and do our duty.\"\nHer mention of Obi-Wan and the young lings broke his stride and his chain of logic, forcing him to release her and take a step back, drawing a deep breath. So Obi-Wan was alive after all. He had figured as much, but the confirmation still shook him. The realization of what his master must have felt, seeing what he had done.\n\"It's not true. You can't listen to him, Palm. I know he's our friend, but he has always been a Jedi first. You know that. And the Jedi turned against us. Please, don't let him turn you against us.\" He felt like he was lying to her, even though he wasn't. He had sworn to his new master to keep the young lings a secret. But he would not let her believe that he would hurt a child, even to save the galaxy."
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"value": "Palm rolled her eyes in exasperation when he put himself down regarding his capacity for politics. The issue with her husband and politics was that he didn't have patience for the democratic system, flawed as it was. She'd expressed as such to him multiple times, yet they still didn't see eye to eye. \"They're saying he's a Sith, Anakin,\" she stated as she was forced to meet his gaze. \"How could you stand behind someone like that? I'm not so knowledgeable about the Force or anything like that, but isn't he against all that you and the others stand for?\" The others; most of the Jedi had been killed already on the order of the emperor. She had a sad suspicion that few remained alive besides Obi-Wan.\nPalm bit her lip as her eyes grew blurry with tears. She was never one to give into emotions yet one of the effects of her pregnancy was unstable emotions. The week prior she'd dropped a robe and Dorm had found her sobbing, unable to bend down to retrieve it. \"He said there was proof, Anakin. You know I've stood by you during every dark moment thus far.\" The massacre of the Tusked Raiders hung unsaid in the air.\n\"So why would he tell me that there's hold footage of you....\" She couldn't say the words for the image they summoned was too horrific to describe.\n\"He wouldn't betray us,\" Palm reminded her husband. Her grip on his upper arms tightened as if to punctuate her statement. \"He's like a father to you; he wouldn't lie.\""
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"value": "Anakin snapped back, angrily. \"Yes, he's a Sith, but he still wants what is best for the galaxy just as you do. And it's a moot point regardless. You're not listening to me. He's already won, Palm. The Jedi could not stop him before, and I can't stop him now. He has the clone troopers. My men. And the support of the people. Theonlything we can do now is help him prevent further war. It's the only to make a better world, and it's the only way you'll live!\"\nHis hands found hers again, squeezing them, even his metal fingers holding her gently, as he always had. \"Please, Padre. The young lings are safe, I promise you. He would never order me to do something like that. Obi-Wan is misguided, and I'll save him too if I can. Come with me to Coruscate when He summons me. Let me show you that he means to us to rule alongside him in a prosperous and peaceful galaxy. Perhaps when I'm powerful enough... when you and our children are safe... perhaps we can hold him to account and move the Empire in the direction you want...\"\nHe was getting desperate. Foresight had never been his strong suit, but he could see it now, clear as day. Two possible futures. One where he convinced her to follow him, to submit to Palatine and help him try to build the world they wanted out of the darkness his new master had brought to their destinies. And another path. One that lead only to darkness and pain, loss and madness, and a galaxy in ruins. The deaths of trillions.\nHelpless before this vision, he fell to one knee, looking up at her, his hands clutching hers. He brought them to his mouth, kissing them each. It was a gesture of helpless supplication. Their fate was in her hands, and his eyes implored her to think about her own safety for once. To make the hard decision and salvage what she could, instead of standing on her principles and doing the right thing until it all fell to pieces around them.\n\"Please, Palm. I can't go on without you. I don't. Furthermore, I'm so... afraid... of what I'll become if I lose you. Don't do this to me. I beg you.\""
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"value": "The swirling cutie mark hovered almost directly over Twilight's castle. The princess of friendship frowned as she looked at it, studying it curiously. Nearby she could hear her assistant and dragon-boy spike shifting and climbing up to look at it himself. Spike had just hit full maturity, which sometimes made him a little difficult to handle, though Twilight still loved him anyway. Dealing with his crush on Rarity, however...\n\"That's definitely the castle, right?\" she asked. \"It seems like it's indicating right here. I would almost expect to see it glowing right above us,\" she fluttered her fingers before bringing them down to stroke her chin. Spike was already asking if she needed to contact them or anything like that, but Twilight shook her head. \"We should definitely find it out though,\" she focused, magical energy shining at her forehead. They sometimes called her people \"unicorns,\" which she thought amusing. Well, technically speaking, Twilight was an \"Alison\" now: she could produce the feathered wings on her back and actually fly. That had come with the whole princess of friendship business, as had this castle and these assignments.\n\"Um, Twilight?\" the voice caught her attention, and Twilight saw Spike looking up at her again. The dragon-boy was adorable and would probably always look young to Twilight, who had helped him hatch. He pointed a clawed finger, and Twilight's head swiveled, seeing a semi-familiar face coming into view. \"Is that...\" her brow furrowed as she stepped forward. \"Flash?\" Twilight's eyes narrowed. \"Wait, is something... off?\"\nTwilight approached slowly, purple magic swirling about her horn. She was, of course, wearing her usual around the castle wear: a purple tartan skirt, knee socks that matched her cutie-mark, a white blouse with a deep purple vest over it, and a string tie about her throat. Technically her mark would show just above her haunch, near her bottom, but she kept all but the bottom tip of that hidden with the skirt. Said skirt shifted as Twilight approached. The light seemed to shimmer, and Twilight was already waving her hands, readying a revealing spell."
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"value": "To the blind eye, what Twilight Sparkle was seeing just outside of her castle walls had indeed been Flash Sentry. The young guard looked every bit the same as he always did, with his current garments consisting of a rather casual wear which included a pair of jeans, white shirt and black jacket, as opposed to the royal armor which he'd often wear when seen on duty. His blue hair was fairly messy, but in that stylishly messy way that girls often liked on a guy. Similarly, the Pegasus wings that he often had out when working were gone for the time being, thus giving an unobstructed view of the young male who stood outside of Twilight's castle for an unknown, yet seemingly nonthreatening purpose.\nThe truth, however, was that Flash had been there under a unique arrangement organized with the assistance of a certain Chaos God. A Chaos God which watched on through a small portal window, unseen anywhere near the not-what-he-seemed guards location, while relaxing in a floating position that replicated somebody laying back on a couch. Hmm. Personally, I do not know what she sees in him. Discord mused while tossing back a handful of popcorn that was suddenly levitating at his side; chewing upon the mouthful and swallowing it down while adding, Buyout, I suppose it doesn't really matter for somebody with your talents, does it?\nAn amused chuckle slipped from the chimera dragons wide mouth, as he informed the changeling, Now, look sharp, Flash. It seems like our royalties is on her way over to see if anything's wrong. With that, the changeling awaiting Twilight's appearance would no longer be able to hear Discords voice, but the chaotic being would still be watching the entirety of the unfolding events. Now this is a lesson that should prove very entertaining. He considered to himself, as the straw of a large soda came up to his lips on its own, which he promptly began to slurp loudly at while his eyes remained glued onto the scene.\nFor his part, Thorax was a touch reluctant at deceiving Twilight, but Discords offer of a chance at feeding upon the love of such a powerful source as the Princess of Friendship was too tempting for the rehabilitating changeling to pass up. Of course, the slight magical boost to his appetite by Discord didn't hurt matters. At the sound of Twilight's footsteps approaching from behind, the male waited until she was close enough to pull off the act, as he suddenly turned to face the book smart cutie and accidentally stepped right into the Princess enough to knock her off her feet. Oh, Princess! I'm sorry! I didn't see you there. He quickly apologized, then offering up a helpful hand while flashing a familiar smile as he added, Were making a pretty bad habit of this, aren't we? The coaching by Discord would prove useful, as Thorax rather perfectly mirrored the way the pair had met literally bumped into each other in the past while offering to help her up."
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"value": "The spells didn't seem to quite want to stick, which was enough to get Twilight's guard up. Generally speaking when spells didn't stick something fishy was going on. That often happened around either creatures that just sort of avoided magic or warped it. Still, the person in front of her did look like Flash, albeit a little bit more like the one Twilight had met in the alternate dimension as opposed to the one who often stood as a guard (these two were very similar though, mostly dealing with the whole balance of magic and wings and a slight change in preference toward pop musical numbers).\nThis Flash did accidentally knock Twilight down. The princess went tumbling, landing on her butt, her skirt flashing up for a just a moment to show a flash of pantie (white with stripes of pink and purple, naturally). She quickly brought her hands down to pull the skirt into position, flushing a little. Sometimes she swore it almost felt as if she had hooves, like she were actually a unicorn instead of just part of the whole Equestrian subspecies and all. Twilight looked up at the boy who offered his hand, taking it and pulling herself upright.\n\"Yes, I suppose we are,\" Twilight glanced at him, feeling herself flushing slightly. He did look like Flash, and well, Twilight couldn't help but find that face pretty darn cute and all. She did manage a nod as well, before smoothing out her skirt. \"It's good to see you! Though if you're remembering that is... are you from the other--\" her brow furrowed, looking up at Flash and studying him carefully. \"So, wait,\" she pointed at him, 'why are you here, exactly? Shouldn't you either be back in Canter lot High? Or serving as a guard in my sister's palace, depending on which one you are. Which Flash, I mean.\" Twilight paused, considering. \"We really do need a system to determine which is which. I mean, there is the whole thing you were mentioning, which helps, but it would be really useful if you would just show your wings or do something would fully confirm that you are, in fact, you.\"\nTwilight paused again. Wasn't she just worried about something? Something involving magic. Magic being twisted. She studied Flash again, tapping her fingers to the side of her head as she examined him. He looked right, save for the whole not being where he(s) was/(were) supposed to be."
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"value": "Why does she always have to overthink things? Discord mused from his location with a light sigh as he watched on with a touch of concern at Flash potentially blowing his cover this early in the game, while a small smirk appeared on the corner of his lips at noting, Cute panties, though. It was already tricky enough to use his magic without drawing Twilight's immediate attention when it came to throwing Spike off her trail, as the currently lost dragon wandered around the castle, trying to find his bearings, after having lost track of his friend despite following right after her when she went to check on Flash. Oh, don't you worry your little head. Your friend will be fine, and I have plans for you yet. The Chaos God said with a chuckle while watching the smaller screen monitoring Spike, before returning his full attention to the current stars of his show.\nThorax tried not to stare too much, but it was hard not to at least take a small peak at the flash of panties from the tumbled Princess, before returning his full attention to the lovely face of the girl standing in front of him. There was a touch of nervousness, which he managed to hide rather well, as she questioned on which one he might be, which caused Flash to let out a small chuckle while admitting, True. I guess I never think about it since I'm well, me. But I can see how it might be confusing for others.\nThe suggestion of doing something like showing her his wings to help confirm his identity was a relief for the changeling, who knew that mimicking such an ability was well within his current abilities. Oh, you mean wings like this? The young male said with a sly smile as his arms extended outward at his sides slightly, while a soft, yellow light emitted from his back to allow for a pair of long Pegasus wings to extend outward. Clothing wasn't a concern for a Pegasus when it came to potentially constricting their wings, as the large pair flapped a few times after fully revealing themselves through his jacket. It was almost kind of angelic in a way, especially given the almost glowing shade of orange yellow that his wings took with the light hitting them, as Flash tilted his head slightly while asking, Do these help at all?\nThere was always a sense of love around Twilight due to her status as the Princess of Friendship, but the attraction she had toward Flash Sentry had only made it that much easier for Thorax to pick up on it. As such, even while they stood and interacted like so, it was possible for the changeling to begin to feed, just a small bit, upon that love. A somewhat risky move, but while this could normally give away a changelings' identity within moments, Discord had done some meddling (as he is wont to do) with Thorax magic to make the feeding process a lot more pleasant, for Twilight. The effects would be subtle at first, but she would definitely feel it, as a heightened sense of arousal flowed through the feeding process and her skin slowly became increasingly sensitive.\nSensitive enough for even the rubbing of Twelfth own clothes upon her skin to bring about those pleasurable feelings within, let alone sensitive enough for what was to come next, as Flash suggested, Or maybe you need to touch them to be certain they're real? With that, the blue haired male stepped in closer, with his wings coming forward from either side of his body, until the feathery feeling extensions of himself folded around Twilight's shoulders and to her back like a pair of arms. They rubbed slowly along her sides, letting her feel their touch where skin was exposed, while rubbing her through the clothing otherwise, as he stepped in closer until their bodies were inches apart. As for why I'm here? Isn't it obvious? He spoke softly, finally getting around to answering her earlier question, as the taller figure gazed downward into her wide, beautiful eyes, while keeping his body so temptingly close to her own without adding any further direct contact, I came here to see you, Princess.\nLetting those words settle into the surrounding air, the changeling slowly moved his hands to rest upon her hips. Not to pull her closer or even hold her in place. No, she would have plenty of chance to pull away on her own if she really wanted, as the male began to move his face in closer to her own. Close enough to feel her breath upon his skin. Close enough for Twilight to feel his own breath lightly brush along her lips, with his mouth seemingly intent on following suit, as the continuously feeding figure slid in closer to seek out a kiss."
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"value": "\"Well, yes, you're you, and you'd know when you're you and when you're not you, but the rest of us don't have that advantage,\" Twilight pointed out, tapping her hands to her chin again. She did realize that there was the potential for this Flash to be someone else entirely too: changelings playing around or Discord playing with shapes or any number of magical spells or what have you. But the guy did seem to know Twilight already, which was certainly a step in the right direction. Then came the wings, which Twilight noticed, nodding.\n\"They do look about right,\" she said, stepping forward. The shimmer matched pretty good, but Twilight swore she could see something else hovering just about it. Like, maybe a shimmer of green or something? Twilight looked back at Flash, noting that the wings kinda made him seem almost angelic. Weird to think about that, and it was making Twilight flush a little just thinking about it.\nStill, she had to check. Thus, even before Flash had started, Twilight shifted. Her vest and clothes slid along her body, and Twilight swore she felt them caressing her flesh quite nicely. The intelligent (nerdy) unicorn didn't exactly experiment with too much sexual activity or anything, though she had read about it. There had been some warming moments during reading, and she had ground her legs together, but it wasn't enough to really give her too much of an idea. But she did know that the clothing across her chest and even her panties felt a little off. \"Definitely going to touch them,\" Twilight said. But as Twilight moved to touch, she felt them flitting about her sides instead. The touch made her shiver ever so slightly. Flushing, she batted at it.\n\"Well, yes, I did figure it was that. It was either that or you came here looking for Cadence or Shining Armor or maybe Spike, though I don't think--\" Twilight saw the hands moving now. She tensed as they touched her hips, freezing, eyes widening. She'd done something like this before, when she'd visited Equestrian High and all. Now he kept coming closer, and it didn't take long for Twilight to figure it out.\nA finger intercepted his lips. \"That's really flattering and all, but I really hope that you didn't just come here to try and do something like that. Plus, I'm quite busy, and I really don't have time for that sort of thing. It's nothing to do with you, promise,\" nodding, Twilight reached down, pulling a hand a little off and moving aside, fingers tempting. \"Now, is there maybe some sort of problem? Oh,\" she turned to look at him, \"do you have a friendship problem? I think that this map, it shows us where to go to help people and all. It came with the castle. Anyway, this map, it had my mark above the castle, so maybe you have a problem, and it's telling me to help you?\" She smiled up at him, convinced that she'd figured it out. It all added up, after all."
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"value": "Shining like a jewel in the South-Western ocean is the great nation of Anteing. A land rich in natural resources and blessed with great beauty, it was long ago humbled by the Dragon-Blooded. Now the Terrestrial Exalted see it as a sort of pleasure resort, an entire county of subdued servants hurrying to gratify their every wish. There are even (relatively safe) adventures to be enjoyed in the 'wild' parts of the country. Most businesses wouldn't even presume to charge one of the Dragons for their goods or services, choosing instead to send along a humble letter to the elders of household, requesting recompense.\nRadar Coral JOR is dealing with such a letter right now. The daughter of the Satrap and an unrelated Engine woman, she undoubtedly possesses beauty from both sides of her heritage. With skin darker than that of most from the Blessed Isle and the coal-black hair common to House Radar, she presents a striking, exotic image. Her skin is flawless, appearing almost polished, and when at rest she becomes so still she might be mistaken for a statue. Such traits are a credit to her command and cultivation of the Essence of Earth.\nWith her father traveling on business, it falls to her to manage the affairs of his household. Including the bill her younger sibling and his sworn brothers have racked up in the week he's been out 'enjoying the beauties of Anteing'. With a sigh, she writes a missive authorizing the payment and seals the scroll with the mark of House Radar. The hours tick away as she continues her work. A diplomat needs a particular phrase translated into Sea tongue, work is progressing on a dam in the southern rivers, a group of heretics was rooted out for illegal worship of--\nCoral jumps when a hand closes on her shoulder. One of her father's attendants bows humbly, informing her that the family's Exalted guest has arrived. With a nod, she rises from her seat, and hurries down to the entrance of the Manse to attend him."
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"value": "Radar Call Gerson had always wanted to come to Anteing. House Radar had its hand dipped into the wealth of this land for decades and as a model satrapy its reputation added to the House's. The stories of its opulence and it's strange but wonderful culture only added to the allure.\nHe waited patiently in the courtyard to the palace of the Satrap, looking about amiably. His entourage surrounded him, mortals mostly, with a few Exalted bodyguards. A cool breeze ran through the assembled, their cloaks and shawls rippling gently. It emanated from Gerson, a result of his puissant Essence, the object of years of intense meditation and hard work.\nGerson stood with his hands folded behind his back, his white robes swaying with the winds he generated. His skin was a bluish-white and cool to the touch, like that of a man who had just showered. His gray hair and his silver eyes stood out even more, unnaturally shaded as they were. At a glance one could tell that here stood a Prince of the Earth and act accordingly.\nA servant of the estate approached and bowed deeply, almost folding at the waist. \"The Honorable Radar Coral JOR is here to welcome you, Great Lord.\"\nGerson smiled and walked forward as his Tense cousin arrived. He beamed, opening his arms. \"Cousin Coral!\" He exclaimed. \"It has been a very long time.\" He raised his eyebrows appreciatively, looking her up and down. \"You have grown to be a beautiful woman, Cousin.\" He reached forward to clasp her hands with his. \"It is wonderful to see you again.\""
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"value": "Coral takes the steps down to the courtyard of the Manse two at a time, slowing down before she reaches the lowest level to appear dignified. She's only met her distant cousin, Call, once - during a brief visit to the Blessed Isle when she was younger. Considering that relationships between the Terrestrial Host and the Tendered not happen- and since parading one's bastards around in front of one's wife's family on the Isle snot done-the visit was brief indeed. Thankfully, her Exaltation, and the fact that she shares an Aspect with both 'parents' mollified the woman somewhat and allowed her to be added officially to the House rolls.\nNonetheless, she recognizes her cousin's distinctive silver eyes and hair immediately. Smiling and clasping his hands in return, she kisses both of his cheeks. \"Thank you, Call. Your visit is both expected and welcome.\" She falls naturally into step beside him as servants guide them through the tastefully arranged rock gardens and into the manse. \"Your reputation as an investigator precedes you, cousin. My father heard about how you handled the incident with the Jesus debtors and was quite pleased. I hope I can hear the tale recounted personally.\" The undertone carried in her words is obvious. We must speak privately."
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"value": "Gerson smiled and proceeded to give his arm to his cousin as they were led into the manse proper. For his bonhomie, he had met Coral precisely once before and that for a scant two days, when her father, the Satrap had taken her to the family estates in the Blessed Isle many years ago. He had been quite taken with her, he remembered. She had a natural brilliance that was eminently attractive.\nHer Exaltation had made her 'acceptable' in the eyes of the family and Gerson concurred heartily. Obviously, if the polished flush of her skin was any indication, the blood of Asia was strong in her. She was a worthy Radar and that was all that mattered.\nHe smiled at her, glancing at Coral through the corner of her eyes, when she brought up the Jesus affair. \"Yes, I hate to brag, but that was a fine effort on my part.\" He allowed. \"I would be happy to regale you with the details.\" He gestured at his retinue and barring a single Exalted guard, the rest dispersed, following other servants to quarters prepared for them.\n\"Lead on, cousin.\" He told Coral, his smile dimming slightly. \"I am eager to get reacquainted with you.\" His uncle had provided scant detail about the reason for his summons here, saying only that it was of great import. Gerson had studied the Anteing situation before coming here, and he had been mildly dismayed to find several founts of potential disruption to Realm rule. He had, perhaps foolishly, imagined that the Tense were free of the problems that was sweeping satrapies across the Threshold. He had been wrong."
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"value": "The manse itself is like its Aspect, solid, low to the ground, immovable. House servants lead Gerson's entourage into the upper levels of the manse. As an honored guest and relative, his quarters will no doubt be among the family's. Instead of following them, Coral leads him out of the main building and into one of buildings adjoining it. These are studios, workshops, even a small dojo - used so that any disruption or accidental discharge of Essence will not disrupt the delicate Germany of the manse. Odd that she would want to speak here and not within the security of the manse.\nAs they walk, she makes small talk. Her father is away on personal business, while her younger brother arrived just three days prior to Gerson - he's on vacation with his sworn brothers as a graduation present. When they arrive at her private studio, silent servants set out a light meal. It's traditional Tense fare. Fish brushed with spiced oils, dried, and served on slices of fruit; light, airy bread that's soaked in honey; and tea made by pouring boiling water over a shallow bowl filled with flowers. Coral happily explains that Anteing is famous not just for the beauty and diversity of its flowers, but for honey as well - a delicacy that they export to the Blessed Isle.\nThis lesson in horticulture goes on until her Charms ensure that the servants are out of earshot. At which point she rises from the table. \"I have something to show you, cousin.\" She says, retrieving a slim case from a drawer and setting it on the table between them. \"Would that my father was here to discuss this with you in person.\" With that, she reaches over, touching the lock and feeding Essence into it, the power unlocking it with a soft click.\nWithin the case is the remains of a weapon - a broken brass dagger, split almost down to the hilt. Within its core, instead of Magical Material, burns a wavering spark of green fire. This is a true demon weapon, unlike the orichalcum ones wielded by the Anathema, as orichalcum becomes pure again when used by the Terrestrial Host. \"We found this,\" she says, \"in the body of Peeps Daniel.\""
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"value": "Gerson kept an idle eye on their surroundings as they passed through the manse proper and then outside. She didn't want eavesdroppers. Spies perhaps? They were inevitable at the house of any Satrap in his experience, but perhaps there was more to worry about here than a whisperer in the dark.\nHe absorbed every bit of information she provided, no matter how innocuous it seemed. What personal business might the Satrap be on, right after summoning him here? It had to of some importance. He would have to inquire gently, if Coral did not bring it up herself.\nThey arrived at her private studio and Gerson bade his personal guard wait outside. The Wood Aspect bowed and took up station outside the door. Inside, he sat, folding his legs under him. To his delight, a native meal followed. Gerson inspected each item with great interest. Native cuisine was something of a hobby for him and the chance to indulge in it was appreciated. He nodded along politely to Coral's explanation, interjecting for a comment or question time to time. The food was delicious and unique and Gerson felt sated as he made himself comfortable.\nHe waited for the moment to come, watching Coral. When it did, he straightened, breathing in, his senses sharpening. His eyes fell on the case, and he leaned down for a better look, an interested murmur escaping his lips as he laid eyes on the brass dagger.\nGerson reached out with his Essence, using a Charm to read what he could from the broken dagger. He refrained from touching it; a foul, demonic Essence permeated the object. \"Peeps Daniel... Realm Navy?\" He asked Coral, his eyes narrowing. An assassination had been carried out by a demonic blade. This did not portend well. As far as he could tell, a mortal hand had held the blade, but the demonic Essence interfered enough that he could not be certain.\n\"Cousin,\" Gerson looked up, his face serious. \"What can you tell me of demonic cults in Anteing? And this Peeps Daniel, what of him?\""
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"value": "Coral can speak briefly of Daniel, her matter-of-fact tone indicating that she did not know him personally. An officer of the Realm's navy, just past his first century of life, with several notable honors and victories to his credit. A typical career officer, above average, perhaps. She quite clearly memorized his service records in anticipation of this conversation. He was supposed to be at sea when he body was discovered on the shore. His ship and crew are still missing.\nAs for his death, officially it's been reported to his House as 'sudden', 'tragic', and 'unexpected'. After all, the deaths of Dragon-Blooded in Anteing are rare and usually accidental. A fall from a pleasure barge into one of the rivers, a drunken brawl, a dare taken too far, even the occasional murder by a jealous spouse. They arealwaysdescribed as 'sudden', 'tragic', and 'unexpected', the followed with a swift cremation to prevent gossip, and to avoid any possible shame falling upon the deceased's House. Peeps Daniel's ashes are almost certainly on their way back to the Blessed Isle. The murder weapon says something though, it must have been broken because he died fighting.\n\"There are the Lint ha, of course.\" Coral says. \"Known imperialists, and they make no attempt to disguise it.\" She speaks of them only briefly, as they are well known. God-blooded wretches with a penchant for hostage-taking and self-mutilation. Pirates and murderers who style themselves as the chosen peoples of ancient deities. \"Recently, there was a cult exposed here in the Shore Lands, who worshiped the...\" she pauses, because it is simply not to be spoken of, \"...old royal family. They called themselves the Lotus of Dark Waters, and claimed the ocean would sweep the Dragon-Blooded out of Anteing and restore its rightful rulers.\""
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"value": "Gerson absorbed every word, listening with utmost attention. His expression flickered from time to time, registering interest or surprise or worry. A promising naval officer, nearing his prime perhaps, had been murdered. His accomplishments were reasonably impressive; perhaps this was a retaliation by aggrieved victims of his victories. It was a note to consider. The interesting bit was that his ship and crew were missing.\nThree possibilities immediately presented themselves. There had been a mutiny and demon worshipers were involved. The ship had been attacked by pirates and the captain's corpse thrown into the waters. Or, this was a calculated act of violence.\nGerson nodded when Coral spoke of the Lint ha. He knew a little of these vile monsters infesting the oceans. As far as he knew Anteing had a treaty with the pirates. Of course, one could hardly trust God-blooded imperialists to keep their promises. He looked at up at his Cousin as she went on to speak about this Lotus of Dark Waters. Worshipers of the foul Anathema. That did not bode well.\n\"Hmm.\" He finally said, rubbing his chin. \"There are many possibilities here. At first glance, the Lint ha appear to be the most likely culprits, given that Daniel's ship and crew are missing, and his death seems to have occurred out at sea. But it would be best not to jump to conclusions.\" He held her gaze as he spoke, affirming his authority in this regard. \"I am certain you already have patrols looking for Daniel's ship. Please keep me updated on that.\"\n\"I would like to speak to those who found Daniel's body, if possible. And specific information about Daniel's crew would be very handy as well. I suspect you will have to co-ordinate with the navy there. Anything you can tell me about the Lint ha's and this other cult's activities, particularly in recent times, would be helpful. Do you have infiltrators among their ranks? Or subverted agents? An inside look would be very beneficial.\"\nGerson smiled. \"I am going to need help, Cousin. Among my retinue are those I have trained to serve me, and they do so admirably, but none are Tense. I will requireyourhelp in this. We shall have to work together.\" He raised an eyebrow. \"I trust that will not be an issue.\""
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"value": "Opening Crawl\nThe heavy thunder of the turbo-lasers was a familiar lullaby for the month that the 242nd had been on the planet. Every single force-forsaken world was a fortress, and the CIS had time to prepare for a siege. This was their training in a nutshell, what they had lived for. Even as they landed on the harsh desert planet proper, the ray shields were seen for kilometers around. There was truly only one way to cut through ray shields like that, with either infantry or constant bombardment. Since the ray shields covered everything, and the droids had every entrance covered...there was only one thing to do.\nClone Commander Fergus had ordered bombardment, and for the entirety of their time on the planet, that is what they did. The shifting sands of Marginal were made claim to a bridgework of trenches, firing lines, heavy emplacements that constantly roared out their fire, and from that came droids attempting to break their defenses. Morale was stable and holding, but starting to falter. The city had heavy anti-air defenses, getting supplies in was a taxing process. And so, they waited... Ferrus had calculated every shell, every volley to be a calculated move to strain the ray shield's generator.\nBut finally, it would be over soon. It had to be, they had to do this or there would be nothing to make of this sorry excuse for a planet that made Fergus wonder what was so important about it. But it didn't matter, what mattered was that they had it in Republic hands again. And now it was time to do just that. Fergus ordered his AT-TE to the front-lines, the formations would be finally moving. Siege warfare was a long game, nothing more and nothing less. He knew that he was right, and today he would prove it.\nAll bombardment units, Fergus murmured through his comm link, now or never. Adjust your firing angles to sixty degrees. I want squads loaded in, circle formation. We're going to crack this wide open, establish a foothold, do not... I repeat, do NOT let those flankers through. For one, blissful moment that had seemed like an eternity, there was a deaf silence as the massive batteries of artillery adjusted their firing position. Boots on the ground moved and shifted, the roar of engines flaring to life, desperate for activity. PAW Units, I want direct fire support, keep those boys clear.\nCopy that, Commander. Moving into position. A quick response hissed through, and he leaned back, fitting on his helmet. He would not let his men bleed without him, not now.\nJuggernauts, you move on the bombardment, full speed. Don't stop for anything. He hissed. Then came the all clear from the artillery teams, firing angles set. Good. He was nervous, it was...strange to feel, in a good way. He took one even breath before he closed his eyes, and opened them, his nerves steeled.\nFire.\nThe sound was almost deafening as the Juggernauts roared off across the sands, the combined mass of fire slammed into the ray shield, and it flickered. That was all it took. The salvo a half-second after that slammed into the city properly, triggering a reaction of explosions that left the entire city open like a cracked egg. The PAW's let loose a hail of mass driver fire, their slugs tearing into the droids forming at the walls to stop the advance.\nThere was no hesitation in the drivers of their massive machines, they were the first wave that would be coming. They were brute forcing their way into the city...and that meant exactly what it sounded like it did. Thirteen A6 Juggernaut's punched through the walls of the city like paper."
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"value": "Boomboomboomboomboomboomboomboom\nThe sound of shelling could be heard even from inside the heavy carapace of a Juggernaut. Then came the heavy laser artillery, the eerie wheezing noise, a rasp of oncoming death. The sound of engines that moved hundreds of tons of draftees and weaponry was like a rancor's roar. The Juggernauts were massive, the earth quaked as the thirteen roared into life and surged toward the front of the battle lines. With ramps that opened from the front and the back, the machines would create a bridge through the walls, a place for Clones to use as entry points into the heavily fortified city, but more than that inside each and every Juggernaut shell aside from the crew were 300 clones, 300 brothers ready to unleash hate upon the waiting droid army.\nThere were no windows within the Juggernaut, just vibrant red running lights. As the machine burned across the desert sands and rushed to the wall as the ray shields fell the lights flicker down the row.\nAlpha-87, Lt. Hero as he'd been nick named, stood so close to the front. One hand was raised, gripping tightly to a leather support strap that dangled from the ceiling. The other clutched tightly to his DC-15A rifle, it had a strap that was wrapped over his shoulder as well, but at that moment as his legs shifted for each new bump, stone and dune that was rolled under the massive tires of the Juggernaut. The lights alternated over the tops of their heads, illuminating the white armor each brother wore, making the painted Jail eyes on Lt. Hero's helmet shimmer a dull orange.\nThirty-two seconds, that's all it took for the Juggernauts to go from start to wall. Ten...\n\"Brace for impact!\" Lt. Hero shouted into the com-link in his helmet. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. \"Blasters ready, droid poppers out the door.\" Again he commanded. Four. Three. \"For the Republic!\"\nCRUNCH\nDraftees collided with cold stone wall, it crumbled like paper under the weight of the siege engine. The red running lights over head stopped alternating and shinned solid and quickly flicked t green as the bay door on the Juggernaut opened up. There was no silence, immediately the world erupted in a hail of laser fire, explosions and the battle cries of brothers. 13 Juggernauts pounded into the wall, 300 brothers each, the inner sanctum of the city began to flood with dirty white and dark orange plaster armor, shouts and the familiar WONG of EMP grenades popping off.\n\"GO GO GO!\" Lt. Hero shouted. \"GO RAG SQUAD, on Captain Lucky, we have our mission!\""
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"value": "In one hot second of action, the world was a blur of dust and blaster fire. The tide of white and orange filled the streets as squad leaders barked orders over the hail of blaster bolts and the hiss of the EMP. The Anti-Air had to go, the other squads would secure and maintain a perimeter, secondary reinforcements would be en-route within the hour, hopefully sooner as they now had thirteen very effective doors into the city. B1 Droids came in numbers that Lucky didn't need to think about, and he didn't. The ground assault was coming heavy, but there were so many vantage points, so many flankers above them. The buildings were slammed together like a honeycomb, before they could do anything, they had to establish a vantage point. Thankfully they had all the tools they needed to reach out and touch someone.\n\"We're going in,\" Lucky ordered, his DC-17's coming out in a smooth twirl. \"Boomer, you stay in the back. We're going to need you to reach out and touch a few droids. Put a breaching charge in, the rest of you,\" Lucky said, glancing back at them. \"We clear fast, and we clear clean, I want every corner looked at. Copy?\"\n\"Copy,\" Smoke grunted, rifle shouldered and low. He was smoke for a reason, and the grenade launcher underneath his DC-15A was a good enough testament to that.\n\"On it,\" Stitches assured, the squad medic. The only one with the DC-15S, his back heavy with his kit. Didn't mean much, but he always liked the thing better. He was always good at running, to and from danger. Took him a while to get used to the normal ones not being able to always keep up, but they learned eventually."
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"value": "The area was swamped with smoke and blaster fire. It was streaked with red and green bolts zipping through the air faster than a man could blink. Thankfully the pilots of the Juggernauts were laying down covering fire with the anti-personnel cannons and launching rockets directly ahead to clear a path. The explosions made the air smell like hot ash and molten metal.\n\"Copy Capt.\" Boomer said with a nod as his order were made clear. He carried the heaviest burden, not only was his pack weighed down but with the munitions he had stacked up he was a walking bomb. It wasn't something even a clone got used to. But someone had to carry the detonate and rockets. Troopers were charging out of the Juggernaut around Grog Squad. CT-5309 pushed toward the front.\n\"Sir, permission to enter first sir! I've been itching to smoke a few flankers for all the trouble they've given us this past month.\" He said, Skid was what they called him. It was an apt name as well considering the amount of trouble he always seemed to steer into. The type of clone to charge first and think second, thankfully that was exactly the kind of man Grog squad needed.\n\"Granted, you sweep right, I'll go left and the rest of the team will follow in behind us.\" Lt. Hero said intent on that formation now. The Juggernaut rocked heavily, tank fire had blown a few chunks of wall down over the top of them. \"Boomer, I suggest you reach out now and make our path to that building clear!\"\n\"Copy!\" He said pulling the RPS-6 from its clamp on his back and jumping from the Juggernaut onto the sand coated pavement below. There were a lot of things in the way, but he lined up a shot with the droid tank, just below the swivel of the cannon barrel, right at the joint. The familiar rush of the rocket rang in his ears as it fired and struck true, the tank slammed into the ground, the lip blowing right off as it set fire and erupted with bursts of blown ordinance.\n\"Move it troopers!\" Hero commanded waving the squad on as he charged down the ramp now. With the team it was time to clear space, so Boomer could blow the wall and the fun could really get started."
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"value": "Lucky was off the ramp in record time, which he always was. He leads by example, his twin blaster pistols putting down B1's in a shower of sparks and metal limbs. They had to sprint to cover, which the buildings in front of them were their only salvation, and there was a block between it and the houses. Their only saving grace was the angles they had were limited, but droids had numbers and angles that they couldn't get. Clones were getting picked off by accurate fire, sending bodies sprawling from the ground as Lucky quickly glanced up, catching sight of the flash of sniper fire.\n\"Popping smoke!\" Lucky said, holstering one of his pistols to hurl out a pair of smoke grenades. \"Smoke! You see them!?\"\n\"On it!\" Smoke said, moving next to Lucky as Stitch moved with Skid and Boomer to the building. Smoke leaned out a fraction to get a visual of the blaster fire before he focused and leaned out, rifle raised high. When you were paired up with ARC's, you learned some incredible things. You had to, or you'd be dead. They expected the impossible made possible, and to that end, you'd not find a set of troopers as experienced and well-trained as they were.\n\"Frag out!\" he called, his shoulder jerking faintly from the thicktwhumpof his grenade launcher. It had to be a shot at least three hundred meters out, but the beauty of EMP was that he didn't need to hit, just close. It slammed solidly underneath the window of the sniper perch, and the faint explosion could be seen even over the chaos.\n\"Good hit,\" Lucky said, firing into the mass formations of droids. \"Boomer, we need that charge on the door yesterday!\""
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"value": "Boomer's only cover was the Arc Troopers forming a perimeter around him. Placing detonate was not such a simple task as stick and click like so many people seemed to think, it was a fickle substance with a hunger for electrical current to blow sky-high. But he was efficient at it, first step was the probe. A long metal rod dangled from his pack on one side. He swiped it off and jammed it roughly into the brick and mortar of the wall, getting only so deep before he had to activate the pressurized hydraulic pin inside that sank a spike through the wall. There was a tiny panel on it with incandescent lights he checked, no current. That was where to spike the detonate charge in.\nPack open and a set of breaching charges pulled out he jammed it against the wall, a laden spike on the back ensuring it wasn't going anywhere even if the adhesive didn't work as intended. Next was the part that always made him nervous even though he knew better, arming the detonator on the charge. \"Demo's primed!\" He called and rose from his crouched position behind the rest of his team.\n\"Where the fuck did Skid...!\" Lt. Hero was almost livid until he caught Skid sauntering up through smoke screen Lucky popped moments earlier. \"The fuck did you get that thing?!\" He demanded noting that instead of his usual rifle Skid was towing a Z-60 rotary cannon against his hip.\n\"Brother wasn't using it, figured it could clear a room or three.\" Despite the helmet the smirk was damn near visible through it with that attitude.\n\"You asked to go first.\" Hero muttered before signaling to the rest of the team. \"Breaching order in 2! 1! Blow it!\"\nBoomer triggered the blast the second everyone was ready and the order given. As Lt. Hero promised Lucky was first in the room. He stormed in and cut right, the cannon whirled to life as the rotors fired up and a hell fire of blaster bolts poured from the barrels in such rapid succession it was almost impossible to tell it wasn't just one massive beam of super heated plasma. He swept left quickly, there were several droids in the building, more were probably in the upper floors firing from windows, the ones down there were trying to cover doors and sure enough the remnants of their chassis still were covering the doors.\n\"Rooms clear!\" Skid shouted into his com and tossed the rotary cannon onto the ground, it was spent. The downside of such a rapid fire weapon."
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"value": "Commander! Joker shouted as another attack violently shook the remains of the SSV Normandy.\nWhat had started out as a routine patrol mission had turned out to be anything but? Shepard's crew had encountered an unidentified hostile ship only an hour after reaching the edge of Council space. The enemy ship was too powerful, their main laser had sliced through the Normandy's shields and reinforced hull in a matter minutes. Now, there was nothing left to do but evacuate and hope that giant gun lacked the finesse required to hit tiny escape pods.\nUnfortunately, for Commander Jane Shepard, honor and duty bound her to make sure that even the most stubborn of her soldiers got their asses off of this sinking ship. After leaving Lara to help the rest of the crew into the pods, Shepard had gone to rescue the ship's pilot from the shredded cockpit. She had managed to haul Joker out of his seat, down the hall, and into one of the pods before another attack sent Shepard reeling backwards. She flew across the aisle and managed to grab onto the wall before she was sucked out into the vacuum of space. Little good those reflexes were going to do her now, the enemy ship's laser was cutting a path between her and Joker, she would never make it across.\nThe decision was automatic. With one final look towards Joker, Jane hit the 'Deploy' button.\nShepard!!! The voice was higher this time, feminine...and when Shepard looked towards the escape pod, she could have sworn that she saw Lara there instead of Joker.\nMetal shrieked and groaned as it was cut away, the laser hit the ship's oxygen line and exploded, sending Jane flying backwards and into space without anything to hold onto. For a brief, shining moment she that that maybe she would be alright. Her suit had enough oxygen for two hours, as long as she remained calm, she could survive out here until a shuttle picked her up...at least that was her hope before her suit's HUD suddenly flashed with red lights and warnings to notify her that a piece of shrapnel had punctured her armor. Sephardi began to flail, desperately trying to locate the leak. It was foolish, she knew that she was done for; a hand over a hole that was rapidly leaking oxygen into space wasn't going to do shit to save her.\nHugh! With a sharp intake of air, Jane was awake. She snapped up into a sitting position, the movement activating the sensors in her cabin and bringing on the lights. She drew her legs to her chest as she heaved and gulped down air, the memory of asphyxiation had been far too vivid...hell, the entire memory of the Normandy going down was.\nShepard. EDI's voice chimed over the intercom, providing a welcome distraction from the panting Commander. I have detected irregular breathing patterns and an elevated heart rate coming from your cabin. Would you like me to notify Dr. Chakras for assistance?\nWhat? Still breathing hard, Shepard wiped the sweat from her brow and tried to force herself to calm down. Just a dream...just a dream... No, I'm fine, EDI. There's no reason to wake up Chakras over a nightmare.\nIf you are having nightmares and experiencing the symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, I can schedule an appointment with Yeoman Chambers for counseling.\nNo, thank you. I would just like to be left alone for a bit. Shepard said as she swung her legs over the side of her bed.\nLogging you out, Shepard.\nWith her pajamas drenched in sweat and her sheets absolutely soaked, Shepard knew that she wasn't going to be getting much more sleep tonight. How could she anyway? In a few hours they would be on Ilium, searching for a Drill named Thane Kris...and while that assignment itself didn't seem to warrant such stress and excitement from the seasoned Commander, the fact that they were getting information about that Drill from her old lover, Lara, sent Jane hurtling towards a nervous breakdown. Feelings weren't easy for a woman like her, and Shepard still harbored an intense love for the Atari maiden...unfortunately, she was almost certain that those feelings wouldn't be reciprocated. Lara believed her to be dead, she had had two years to grieve and move on. Liara's probably over me by now... She probably is seeing someone else... That last thought had kept Shepard from contacting her old flame. Lara had two years for their love to fizzle out and die with...but for Shepard, it only felt like a few months since they had been separated."
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"value": "People say that to an Atari, a single year was little more than a drop of water in their otherwise vast pool of life and in most instances, they would be correct. To Lara Toni, the fact was untrue. She could hardly describe her feelings over the course of two years, after delivering her loves corpse to whom she once considered one of their first and foremost enemies. Two years spent agonizing and finally coming to terms with her mistakes and sorrow, for once recognizing just what it meant to be a human as she threw herself into her work as an information broker on Nos Astra. While the Shadow broker had caused her much grief in her short lifetime, it also gave her a reason to be distracted, to shut off emotionally and focus entirely on the task at hand.\nPeople say that Lara had changed, and in most instances, they would be correct.\nMa'am, The timid voice of Nigeria broke Lara from her musings of the past, a distraction she welcomed as she turned to face her assistant. Carina claims that the Normandy has entered the system and will be docking in a matter of hours. The mere mention of the ships name made Lara stiffen slightly, even if she was already aware of the fact. Perhaps not as powerful as the Shadow broker, Lara had her connections elsewhere though the sources were lackluster at best. Some claimed that the Normandy had a new commander at the helm, others spoke of old times. She dared to hope but after two years of it, she could never quite believe it until she was proven otherwise.\nCommander Jane Shepard. A name that evoked a myriad of feelings within the young Atari, Shepard had been her first love, her first meld, the first human shed ever connected with. Shepard had been there for her when her mother had perished, through thick and thin. It was a connection that was hard to forget and break. She wondered if they met now, with the years between them, would Shepard even remember her. Maybe Cerberus had done something to her, wiped her memories or made her into one of their mindless drones.\nNow to hear that the Normandy would be docking on Ilium along with the rumors that her commander might still be alive it was a coincidence she could hardly ignore. She set herself to work, letting her assistant know that she was free to return home, but she would not be leaving the office tonight. Nigeria simply bowed and left, unperturbed by the fact that Lara hadn't replied given the subject at hand. She spent the remainder of her time going through various catalogs, slipping herself into sensitive information and pouring over holds regarding Jane Shepard and rumors that she was working with the enemy out of her own free-will.\nThat part took her by surprise. It wasn't like Shepard to do that. The Shepard she knew would jump through burning loops if it meant sticking to her guns. But, Lara had to remind herself, the Shepard she knew was the Shepard from two years ago. She had to be prepared for their encounter to play out differently in reality as opposed to her mind. Her influence couldn't span far enough to predict just what might happen, after all. Things were happening all too quickly and all too fast, her usually tidy emotions thrown into disarray as the possibility, the rumors and everything. The only thing left to do was to see her with her own eyes to believe it.\nLara contacted the concierge over her OFNI-tool, Carina? Yes, I'd like you to greet the Normandy and its crew upon their arrival. If Commander Shepard is there, please let her know that I'd like to speak with her. She tried to maintain a professional air about her, keeping her voice calm and collected as Carina confirmed she could do as much. Not many knew of her relationship with Shepard, and she kept the fact private and close to her heart. The few that were privy to the knowledge were people she could trust.\nKnowing that sleep would be an impossibility, Lara decided to drown herself in work yet again, following up on a late payment would be a good place to start"
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"value": "Christ, Jane, you're 31! Stop acting like a terrified teenager! The Commander tried to give herself a little bit of a pep talk in the mirror of her cabin but it wasn't working; for every reason she had to be hopeful and confident, there were many more as to why she should not. Now she was panicking like a teenage girl, unsure of what to wear or how to do her hair, when it didn't matter what the hell she wore because shed be wearing her armor over it. Maybe I should just send Miranda with some credits seems like a job shed be good at anyway.\nShepard sighed as she surveyed herself in the mirror one last time to make sure that she looked presentable. Other than the new set of scars that the Commander had received, Cerberus had kept Shepard looking exactly the same as she had two years ago, even down to the shoulder-length red hair (well not really shoulder-length, just a touch shorter so that it didn't touch her shoulders, as per Alliance legs). So hopefully the only thing that would shell shock Lara was the fact that her girlfriend was coming back from the dead. Maybe the Atari would find comfort in the fact that Jane looked the same, maybe that would be enough for her old lover to give her a chance provided that she was still single.\nUpon leaving the ship, the Commander and her crew were greeted by an Atari who informed them that Lara was expecting them. The human gulped, growing even more nervous now that it felt like she wouldn't have any opportunity to procrastinate. She had planned on going through Ilium, maybe explore a little and see if there was a bar somewhere so that she could get herself a little liquid courage but now it seemed as though they would have to go straight to Liars office.\nMan, she must pay a fortune to keep an office here Shepard thought to herself as she looked around, her lovers' office appeared to be fairly close to the main strip, Lara must be doing very well for herself. Well, she is a very smart woman Jane smiled a bit to herself; one of the things that had attracted her to Lara was the Saris curiosity and her eagerness to learn anything and everything she could.\nThe Commander blinked in surprise as Liars assistant let them into her boss office, and she caught the Atari maiden in the middle of a cold-call, well, hold-threat really. The shy archaeologist who she had fallen in love with was now a big bad intelligence broker. It made Jane's heart tighten, the fear that Lara had two years to grow and change into an entirely different person was finally sinking it. The maiden even looked different, thinner now, perhaps a little more muscular? It was hard to tell in that dress that dress that made her look even more mouthwatering than her old uniform ever did.\nAs Lara turned around to face her, Shepard caught a glimpse of the woman she had once known: a blushing young Atari maiden who was embarrassed at something she had said. The corners of the Commanders lips quirked into a smile, and before she could think about what she was doing, she had taken three steps forward and had reached out to place an armored hand onto Liars hip. Jane drew Lara into a kiss, trying to keep it slow and sweet even though she had months of pent-up emotions that she wanted to flood their ziplock with. But the Commander had always been surprisingly gentle with Lara, having known that the maiden had been a virgin before her, Jane had always gone slow so that her lover had plenty of time to stop the more experienced human."
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"value": "\"... with my mind.\" Lara added casually to the frantic, scowling hold in front of her right before her client's hold flickered away. The satisfaction of success was short-lived as Nigeria walked through, accompanied by a face she'd only dare to dream of. Her first thought was not that Shepard was well and alive, but that her old lover had experienced first hand just how different Lara was, how she felt. She exuded confidence and covered well her ever perpetual awkwardness. Yet the familiar, comforting face of the redhead turned her almost into the blushing maiden she'd been years ago. \"Shepard!\" She called out, wanting to explain herself before the redhead came to her own brash conclusions.\n\"Nigeria, hold my calls.\" This was one moment she didn't want interrupted, but before she could speak directly to the commander, a strong hand gripped her hips and she was pulled into a chaste kiss though Lara was well-aware of the boiling urge just beneath. It was only then did the Atari truly believe that Shepard was back; by the warmth lingering on her blue lips when the commander parted away, the light tinge on her cheeks and the tip of her nose; the shiver that ran down her spine. She would have extended the kiss too, had it not prompted years of repressed feelings to come crashing down.\nLara pulled away wordlessly, glancing to the side with pursed lips before retreating from the redhead's presence. She didn't know what she expected. Shepard alive was one thing, but to act as if they hadn't spent the past two years apart... Lara couldn't even begin to comprehend it. She relied on her keen sense of logic and common sense to get by, and something was telling her that things were not as they seemed. Shepard looked the same and sounded the same, but the Atari simply couldn't pretend. Not when she'd gone through so much anguish and pain to forget. But she would never allow the turmoil to reach her face, her visage remaining cool apart from the slight hitch in emotion previously.\nShe didn't know what to say. Not when it was clear that she had a thousand questions for her lover. She didn't want to breach the awkward conversation of Shepard's movements. \"My sources said you were alive,\" Lara said quickly instead, feigning surprise. \"It's... very good to see you.\" It was the truth, but there was still some trepidation there. For all she knew, Shepard could be a completely different person, tended to by Cerberus; which was, she reminded herself, was her fault to an extent. She practiced caution as a successful information broker was wont to do, responding to the commander. She spoke of her current job on Ilium, carefully avoiding the topic of Shepard's miraculous resurrection, so to speak.\n\"... and now you're back,\" Lara said flatly, her voice retaining the smooth, husky tones though there was a definite note of disapproval there as she seated herself back behind her desk. \"Gunning for the Collectors with Cerberus.\""
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"value": "\"Ugh.\" In Osaka groaned to herself as she mounted the steps that led up to the roof of the Academy. She had many things to be doing at the moment, most importantly fighting in the currently ongoing Holy Grail War that was in Suzuki. She had been preparing for this for a long time, and she was not going to let the opportunity to win a chance to reach the Root and accomplish her families dream to pass her by without a damn good reason.\nAdmittedly, thins had not been going that well so far. She had been stuck with some unknown Archer rather than the Saber that she wanted, and she'd been saddled with that idiot Shirt Emily as an ally. Admittedly they had managed to do some good work together, but at the end of the day she still wanted to win. She'd just have to handle things one step at a time it seemed.\nLike this, for example. Brushing a bit of her long black hair behind her ear, her school uniform ruffled in the wind as she stepped out onto the roof. \"Alright, I'm here,\" she said aloud, looking around. She didn't really want to be here, but that rat Shinji Major had said that it was important. Seeing as he was involved in this whole business due to his family, she figured she might as well show up. She could listen to whatever request he had, laugh in his face, and then get back to something actually important.\nHere was hoping this wasn't some kind of prank where he stood her up."
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"value": "Shinji was waiting on the roof, with his normal smug grin on his face as he leaned against the fence. He saw In walk through the door and chuckled. He knew about the little alliance In and Shirt had formed, and that irked him to no end...so last night, he was struck with an idea. Once that he was sure would get In to listen to him.\n\"So you are...so happy you could make it, Osaka-san.\" Shinji seemed to place emphasis on her last name as he approached her. He reached into his pocket, clearly grasping something.\n\"I've gotten tired of how insolent you have been treating me....spurning my alliance to work with a rookie like Emily-kun.... I thought you were smarter than that.\" He teased as he continued to approach her.\n\"Still, it irks me that you did that....so I'm going to have to punish you.\" He pulled out what was in his pocket and tossed them to In. They were pictures....all of Sakura. She was being fucked, in many different positions. She was completely nude in most of them, covered all over with cum. Still....what might have surprised her the most was her expression....it was one of pure bliss and enjoyment, a very lewd expression.\nShinji laughed as In examined the pictures. \"Your sister is such a slut, Osaka-san....she loves getting drilled by my cock or any cock for that matter! So if you don't want your sister's life to be ruined.... I suggest you listen to me.\" Shinji licked his lips as he was now just a few feet away. \"And don't bother ripping those up... I have plenty of extras as well as files secured on my computer....\" Shinji added...letting her know that ripping up those pictures would be a wasted effort."
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"value": "Ugh, Shinji, what a creep. She knew what kind of person he was as much as everyone else, how he liked to lord it over people and boss them around without care. Honestly, the fact that he had Shirt had ever been friends was a miracle to her, and that was really the only possible explanation for it. She had no idea how it had happened otherwise.\n\"Shinji,\" she huffed, dismissive and clearly not intimidated at all by him. He could try to be as tough as h wanted, but at the end of the day he was a creep and barely a magus. What did she have to worry about from someone like him?\nAs if tempting fate, she was soon shown why. Her blood froze as she saw the pictures, eyes widening as what exactly she was looking at sank in. He...and her sister.... Even though Sakura might not be in her family any more she still cared about her sister, and did her best to quietly support hr when she could. Seeing this was a good way to kick her into a fury, and her head sank as her fists clenched in a rising anger. Ketamine had said that sort of thing could be useful, so why not use it?\n\"You bastard....\" she spat as he gloated over her, threatening to show this off and indicating that the photographs were not the only copies that he had to use. After a few seconds she burst into motion, closing the distance and grabbing Shinji's shirt as she shoved him into the chain link fence that walled off the edge of the roof. \"Don't you dare hurt her! Give me all the copies of those photos, or I promise you won't like what I do to you.\""
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"value": "Shinji expected this violent reaction from In and just laughed. Even as she threatened him, he knew he had the upper hand. With his hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a switch, holding it up for In to see.\n\"Now, now, Osaka.... I wouldn't be so violent with me if I were you....if I flip this switch then those pictures will all be upload onto the internet and the school's website.... I doubt that would be good for Sakura now, would it?\" His thumb was on the switch, ready to flip it at a moments notice. Shinji knew he had her now.\n\"I'm not asking for much.... Tohsaka.... I'll even cut you a deal....let me have what I want....and I'll let you keep your alliance with Emily-kun and delete every one of these pictures....\" Shinji licked his lips, his intent clear as his other hand ventured forward, already starting to rub her exposed thigh gently and rather skillfully.\n\"Do we have a deal....?\""
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"value": "\"Y-You....\" In's fury reached new heights as Shinji presented the addendum to his ultimatum, revealing that he had been smart enough to consider this option and enough of a bastard to make it theatrical too. Seriously, he had a switch on him! Who just did that sort of thing? It was unbelievable.\nAt the moment she was surely tempted to just use a Command Seal and have Archer deal with the problem. Surely he could break the trigger or cut Shinji's finger off or something before he could press the switch, right? Servants were pretty ridiculous when it came to their physical abilities.\nThen reality intruded, and her grip lessened as she considered the consequences of failure. She wasn't like Shinji, and she knew that her sister had been through enough already. Even if no one knew that they were related she couldn't just put her through something like this. She wasn't that cold of a person yet. Mentally, she resigned himself to going along with this for now.\n\"F-Fine,\" she said at last, shoving him into the fence once again as she stepped back and out of immediate contact with his venturing hand. \"I'm going to hold you to that though.\" With a huff she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and giving him a look of disdain he was probably used to by now. The sooner this was over the better, as far as she was concerned."
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"value": "\"Of course, Osaka.... I am nothing if not a gentleman who keeps his word...\" Shinji chuckled as he put the remote away for now, looking at In with a lustful gaze. He was already running through everything he wanted to do with her, and he was already starting to get to work.\n\"Remember.... I expect you to obey...otherwise I flip the switch.\" With those words, Shinji stepped away from the fence and walked towards In again, his hand on her thigh once more.\n\"Lets play a little...no need to rush to the main show.\" He teased as he rubbed and squeezed her thigh sensually before his hand traveled up to her cunt and began to gently and skillfully rub at pussy through her panties, his digits seeking out her clitoris and poking her nub through the fabric of her panties.\n\"What a short skirt....is this how you tempted Emily to join you?\" His fingers continued to rub against her lower lips, the way his fingers moved indicated that he has some skill. He then withdrew and pointed to the fence.\n\"Bend over and pull your skirt up.... I want to see this ass of yours.\" Shinji's hand withdrew from her crotch before moving behind her to give her a quick spank before pushing her towards the fence, this sense of control empowering and basically arousing to Shinji."
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"value": "In doubted that claim very much, but as long as he was being honest at this point she would not object to it. She knew how he treated his toadies and there was nothing very 'gentlemanly' about it. She hardly needed to b reminded of the consequences though, and braced herself for what was to come.\nHer breath rushed out in quick bursts as Shinji got to work, and the way she held herself indicated that In was ding her best to stay still even as she reflexively shied away from the rat currently having his way with her. This was so...so wrong! That was what she said to herself as his fingers worked, soon finding her folds and teasing her clit as he put what skills he had to use.\nThoughts raced, eager denials going with each breath. There was no way she could enjoy something like this, absolutely none! Yet her body betrayed her, little sparks and the tingling of pleasure beginning to appear from what he was doing as he brushed his fingers along her folds without going too far yet\n\"As-As if,\" she protested, cheeks lighting up with a red blush at the very idea of what he had suggested. \"We both know Shirt isn't interested in that sort of thing.\" As far as she knew anyway. He'd certainly never made any indications in that regard.\nHer body burning from the humiliation, she followed his instructions and walked over to the fence, bending against the chain links before a hand reached back to pull away the skirt and reveal dark black panties. Not lace, but just black. At the same time she made sure to not look at him if she could, not wanting to see that disgusting look on his face as he lorded this over here. \"There, happy,\" she grumbled aloud."
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"value": "Shinji simply nodded his head as In defended herself from his accusation, he let out a small chuckle. \"Yes, I suppose Emily-kun is a bit of a prude at times...it's a shame....especially since Sakura and you seem to be throwing themselves at him.\" Shinji added as In did as he was told, moving back her skirt to reveal her black panties her firm, round ass. Shinji walked up and gave In's as a playful spank and squeeze as he leaned over her from behind.\n\"You have a sinful body, just like Sakura.\" Shinji teased as his hand squeezed her rubbed at her rear before his hand began to venture forward, back towards her cunt. Soon his hand was back, but this time, it dove into her panties and began to rub at her womanly lips directly. He let out a chuckle as his fingers skillfully glided against her labia.\n\"You are a naughty girl....despite all this, you are getting hot and wet...do you like this?\" Shinji asked with a hot whisper in her ear, nibbling and sucking on her earlobe. His other hand was slithering up her shirt, fingers gliding against her smooth stomach up to her breasts.\n\"Lets see if these tits of yours are sinful too....\" Shinji teased, hand venturing under her bra to grope at one of her rounded and decently sized mounds. Her flesh molded against his digits as he squeezed, before they sought out her nipple. He rubbed and tugged at her hardening nub as his other set of fingers began to rub her clitoris directly now, he seemed to know how to rub and tug on it in just the right way to send jolts of pleasure through her. It seemed this was the one thing in life Shinji had skill in."
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"value": "\"Aah!\" A cry escaped at the blow to her rear, and In's cheeks burned all the brighter with the humiliation of it. Her fingers dug deeper into the chain links of the metal fence as she ground her teeth together, consoling herself with the thoughts of duty, obligation, and how much she was going to make him eventually suffer when the time came. She would not let this pass by unopposed.\nHis claims only made her shake her head, body trembling as his fingers advanced along heated skin. \"S-Shut up,\" she sputtered angrily. There was no way she would enjoy something like this, no way! Yet even as she denied it she couldn't help but feel sparks of pleasure rising to the surface, her body betraying her as rubbed against Shinji's fingers and her panties took on a darker stain of black from the rising lewd juices that made themselves known. She didn't want to like this, but damn it he knew what he was doing.\n\"I bet you tell every girl that,\" she challenged, though it was likely to not be a very effective insult given how out of her element she was at the moment. In did her best to hold to some firmness, some restraint, and some decency. Only for it to all be subverted by heated breaths escaping, hr body leaning into his touch, her nipples growing hard as he would soon find. At this rate she would soon be completely at his mercy"
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"value": "Shinji could tell that In was slowly starting to lose control of herself.... Sakura had been the same when he first started with her. It seemed the sister's had a lot in common. He simply chuckled at In's words as he started to plant hot kisses up and down her neck, his tongue like a brush on canvas as he worked her exposed neck. His fingers on her womanhood soon found her clitoris. His fingers targeted her nub precisely, rubbing and tugging on it in a manner that produced a great deal of pleasure for the girl.\nSoon, his fingers were pushing themselves into her pussy, two of them to be exact. The wiggled their way into her tight cunt and began to push themselves in and out like pistons. \"Lets see if you two have the same weak spot...\" Shinji chuckled as his fingers curled inside her, the tips of his digits brushing against where he knew Sakura's g-spot would be. He was hoping In's would be in the same place and was eager to see how she would react to having her most sensitive area stimulated. Meanwhile, his fingers flexible enough that he had maneuvered his other fingers to be able to rub against In's clitoris as he fingered her.\n\"Come on, Osaka....tell me how it is....\" He grinned as he licked up her neck and cheek. His mouth and tongue lingered near her own, eager to see what she would do with them as his other hand squeezed her breast harder, before his fingers began to work her now fully hard and erect nipple, twisting the nub as he pleasured In in ways she had never felt before."
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"value": "Lawrence smiled softly as he finished looking over the various electronics in front of him. Tools in either hand having gone over every part of his greatest creation as he could not help but admire the advanced robotics that he had to create to make her. Closing the access door on her back he gently pressed along the lines clearly showing the entire world what exactly she was as the fake skin fused together making it seem like it was a normal human back as she lowered her shirt back down with his work now done, even before he could say \"Ok, I've checked everything...\" as he smiled at her scooting back in his chair a bit, the wheels gliding on the hardwood floor as he said \"It looks like everything is in order, I mean you had to do a lot for that last concert I kept worrying\" he reached out, gently placing his hand on her head, petting her a moment before he stood to put his tools away.\nLawrence, as you might imagine, was not from Japan, he was an American who had been brought out to work though on their most interesting robotics project. VOCALOID. He didn't understand the grand master plan but what happened was pretty simple. Japan had wanted a new kind of entertainment and with the advances in the last few years they had come up with the idea of singing robots based around their idol music. He had to admit it was interesting, and he had helped build some of the first generations but as the second gen was announced with the unveiling of Miku he knew he had to get back in. His own work had gained some great renown, and he had managed to score a rather sweet deal. He would make a machine that was better than Miku in every way, she would work for the company however he still got to keep her. It wasn't like they could own this new creation. So putting everything he had learned into it, he made a fully lifelike human in the form of In.\nHer skin was flawless, every part of her moves like a real human with some small exceptions if you were Lawrence and knew where small access doors to her internals were like him, but they could be sealed in a way that was unnoticeable to anyone. However, he didn't stop there, her vocals were as close to a human as possible with some robotic parts thrown in to help. She could breathe and sing that way though the oxygen was not used for anything else. She could eat even though again it wasn't something necessary for her to be powered, a port which she could plug into helped her charge. But his greatest achievement was that she was a fully functional, living, thinking AI. It had sort of happened by mistake, some code got messed around, and soon she was adding to it. Even acting like her own being outside his control. It was frightening at first, but he had to admit he loved it and loved her very much. At first like a creator toward his creation, then an almost father/daughter sort of proud and love, but something had been changing. She wasn't related to him at all, and he had to admit his mind had been swimming with ideas of them together. Maybe it was a nerds fantasy of building the perfect woman and being with her forever so he tried to push it out of his head, but he could not. Well not fully anyway.\nBrushing some of his brown hair back into place and pushing his glasses back up closer to his hazel eyes he turned back to In. Today was a day off for them to relax and do whatever they wanted without the company coming in to take her away to events or concerts. She had become so popular so fast, the cute blonde girl that everyone wanted to mimic or be with. She of course was dressed right now in her usual bedtime attire as he had let her rest after that long concert, but now they had the day ahead of them. \"So, we have the day to ourselves, what are you wanting to do In? Or are you wanting to spend it by yourself?\" he asked not sure if she was wanting to hang out around him. After all she was her own being and while he wanted to be there for her, he felt he couldn't force her to always have a chaperone."
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"value": "Rin was something that could be a miracle (reference to song?) she was the first of a new generation of VOCALOID that would become one of those teen idols that many fans would adore after the creation of Miku. She was the second VOCALOID to ever be created by the big company who had hired a human inventor to make that perfect teen idol come alive. In was the same height as Miku, but was complete different in every way that he wanted her to be, though just as popular and recognized by so many as Miku was. She had one big difference in that she was more self-aware almost as a human was, and she could act and feel the same emotions as they did make her even better than what most people thought of cuteness from Miku\nin was sitting in the quiet room with her creator looking around curiously at her surroundings. It seemed she was interested in what was happening around her just like a normal younger girl was before she was a teen. She looked over at her creator when he was talking to her and shrugged, but then thinking for a moment. Rin suddenly stood up and walked up to him, \"I heard there was a fair somewhere around her that's local!! Can we go to it please?' she asked acting like the little spoiled girl she was most of the time especially to him when she wanted to do or have something"
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"value": "He smiled and nodded as he said \"Alright, I'll go take my shower and get ready so figure out what you want to wear\" he said with a small smile as he headed out of the room and to the master bedroom. On the way he passed by her bedroom, normal in every way except for some things which helped her out with her singing. Some instruments that she practiced with despite being programmed to be an excellent musician. As well as the machine she had to plug into at night, sure she could still lay on the bed, but she had to plug in to charge for 6 hours minimum each night. Heading into his room he closed the door and locked it, honestly a bit worried if she came in when he was naked that something might happen. Either he would do something to scar her or.... he shrugged it off trying not to think about it as he stripped down and hopped into the shower.\nHe wasn't too long and as he washed up he groaned a bit, his back killing him since he had been sitting a lot of working on various projects for both her and other robotic work that he did. He needed to get out more as well as he felt like he was getting a little pale and was happy that they were heading out now more than ever since he clearly needed to get out. Once he finished he dried off and pulled on a t-shirt, just a plain one with some Japanese designs on them and some jeans. Unlocking his door at that point he grabbed his socks and headed for her room, knocking on the door as he said \"you ready to go?\""
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"value": "In jumped happily when she said yes and decided to wrap her arms around him, giving a small hug for a moment then running off to her room. She closed and locked the door behind her knowing that she couldn't go out and needed to change already. Since she didn't need to work today it was simple to just wear what she normally did instead of the costume they had for her. Though she had to admit that the costumes were awesome to wear anyway whether she was in a show or not, but today was not one of those days.\nShe dressed in her regular clothes of black shorts, her bow on her head, a white shirt with the music designs and her long black boots that had the same designs at the bottom. In went over to the mirror and brushed her hair a bit, smiling when her hair was already perfect now. She turned hearing him then put the brush down and turned, slowly walking over to open the door and see him standing in front of her. \" Yeah im ready! And it's going to be so much fun!!' she said feeling all bubbly and excited now"
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"value": "He smiled when she came out in her usual attire, god he had to admit she always looked so cute in those tight shorts and the loose top as he just gave a small nod, trying not to let his mind really wander as he leads her out of the house and locked up behind them. He knew what fair she was talking about since he had heard about it from some of the neighbors so he knew it was close as the two began to walk down the street. Lawrence didn't live in the city, he lived in one of the smaller towns for really two major reasons. The first is they were in the cities enough for every one of her events, and it was nice to get to an area where things were way quieter and just seemed to move at a slower pace and second was because he could not stand the amount of people. Despite being a creator for some of the most popular idols in the world and most advanced feats of robotics he really preferred to be with as few people as possible since he got nervous and claustrophobic when in a crowd. As the two walked down the street he knew that people would soon start recognizing her, after all people knew that she lived there when not working so he was waiting for people to bombard her, especially as they got closer to the fair area."
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"value": "In walked out with him, standing there and looking around waiting so that they could start going. When they started walking she crossed her arms seeing the city starting to appear in the distance. She quietly walked with him down the street wearing a sweet and cute little innocent smile on her face like she always did when she was excited. It was better to hold it in until they were at the fair, since she didn't feel like being annoying right now. And there was no reason to annoy him anyway since she let her do what she wanted like going to the fair. In quietly continued walking and thought a bit of her other performances and her songs that she had sung before even the more popular ones. People especially knew her for 3 specific songs that they seemed to love to hear her sing live for her concerts. As they got even closer she could see tons ad tons of people all over the place going on the different rides, and buying the different foods that were sold there. In stopped and started jumping up yelling,\" Man this is cool!! Look at all the rides!!'\nSome of the people froze and turned to look at her... almost staring, it looked like many of them couldn't believe that they would see their idol, In.\nBumps"
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"value": "It wasn't either long until the first fan finally came up to them. They had not made it into the fair proper yet and just some random guy came up saying \"Hey, can I take a picture?\" Of course, he was nice about it, so Lawrence took the guy's phone taking a quick snap with him and In so he could show his friends, but it began to start the snowball as people kept coming up. At first, she seemed to be maybe just some cosplayer at the fair since there were some people dressed up but as people got close they could tell more clearly. She didn't look fully human he knew and so more and more people kept coming up for photos as they were just swamped with fans.\n\"Well look who's getting to be more popular than ever\" he teased her when they were in between a couple of pictures as he looked at her trying to figure out if she was liking this or not. In truth, he didn't know what she thought, sure he had programmed a lot into her personality, but she had sort of rewritten a lot of things after she expanded into that more dynamic AI. Able to actually change like humans did in likes and wants so while she was programmed to like her fans and want to please them he wondered if she was getting annoyed or not."
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"value": "In just sighed, not really caring if they noticed. She looked up at and was gonna SK where they should go first when she heard that random guy too, talking to her creator... She still thought of him as that, but he treated her almost like a human dad the last time she observed it. In just stood there and smiled when he took the picture seeing him just leave a second after. \"Well that's...\" She said before she turned again to see a whole line of people in front of her.\nShe sighed knowing where this would lead...again...but she admitted that it was fun taking some picture with people who actually cared and dreamed of seeing her at least once in person. In decided to just go with it for now, doing some different and cute poses with the people who were taking some pictures with her.\n\"Yeah I guess I am...\" She said as she felt an arm wrap around her neck for the next picture. She posed again after they were ready and saw even more people coming. \"Wow!\" She said looking as the line seemed to slowly get longer again...\"MMM hey everyone...\"she said trying to get some attention... \"Umm... If you guys want I'd be willing to give you an autograph instead?\" She asked not wanting to stand anymore, her legs already feeling tired and hurting. In then decided to walk to a nearby table most of the people deciding to form a line to get an autograph from her for various things like pictures or wallets or other things she was able to write on."
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"value": "He of course went with, no one seemed to really ask or care who he was as he took the seat beside her. People came up, asking for things to be signed, sometimes they would sit down at the third and forth empty chairs nearby and other times they would still ask for pictures and essentially crouch next to her to take selfies or the like. The line was luckily dying down a bit as the crowd continued to come for more and more autographs and the like as Lawrence began to think. In was, for all purposes, a robot in body, yet she got tired. It was strange since, well, if she wanted to she could essentially stay standing for years before her parts would break down enough to force her to sit. She really was an amazing machine, and it was interesting to him to see just how her program that governed, well her self, had evolved. Staying close the line would eventually end, and he smiled, it had been what felt like hours, but a quick look at his watch told him that about an hour had passed as he gently put his hand on her head and with a small smile patted her head. \"Well, next time we should maybe go in something a little more eye catching. I mean it wasn't even an hour yet\" he teased her as he knew that was her favorite outfit, and it was his favorite to see her in too.\nHowever, he stood and smiled as he said, \"So, shall we actually ride some rides and play some of the games? Maybe winning you a stuffed animal as big as yourself might get more photographs from fans\" he again was teasing her as he stood there watching and waiting for her to lead him where she wished to go."
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"value": "In sighed and started to sign whatever they gave her to sign since she already agreed on it herself to do it. She disc't really stop for a while not really saying anything and quietly signing things, just going ahead and wanting to get it over with now. As she also noticed the line getting shorter she slowly began to get even bored and tired from not doing anything besides being swarmed with fans and being essentially forced to do it since she actually cared for her fans too like everyone else did, but she really was hoping it wouldn't happen now....\nFinally, after a while the line had died down completely, and she stretched, standing up and stretching her arms. \"Are you crazy, imagine how long I would have to stay here... It's like triple the amount of people from this line I just got through! I'd rather wear something like that unless I'm doing a concert...well actually this would be a good place for one don't you think?\" She looked around then to him again,\"yeah let's do it...but can you carry me for a while?\"she asked putting her arms out for him and waiting. \"I do want to win something after we go to those rides...\" She said pointing in the direction of where most of the rides were first.\nBumps"
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"value": "The woods were quiet....too quiet. And it wasn't that Jury sensed any kind of impending doom. It was peaceful. Serene. BORING. Jury just felt like screaming, like smashing some trees to the ground with her bare hands. The Korean girl wished she could be out of here as quickly as possible, the sooner, the better. She wasn't here to enjoy the scenery. No, she'd sooner have this place leveled. She was here because, in the last tournament, she had encountered a female ninja named Kabuki. This ninja girl seemed like the perfect test subject for the female exclusive \"Feng Shui\" engine, the very power that Jury herself held. Now that she was in charge of SIN and Seth was dead and buried, the psychotic bitch was ready to conquer the world. And for that, she needed soldiers.\nFinally, after what seemed like hours of walking, she finally reached a clearing. It seemed well-used, but was at present, empty. A slow, sadistic smile crept onto Jury's face, licking her lips in anticipation. This was the place. This looked like their training ground. All she had to do was wait, and eventually, her little Munich would show herself. After that, it was a matter of beating her...then using her to sate her desires. She had to resist the urge to play with her own breasts at the thought, her over active libido tempting her....one of the side effects of the Feng shui engine."
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"value": "Kabuki - Ninja Village, Japan\nDespite the fact that the sun was barely creeping its way past the peaks of the mountain that surrounded the small village, there was chatter and sounds circling the air as the ninjas were getting ready for their morning routines. Some were sharpening their lunar while conversing, others carrying buckets of water from the nearby well, a few already stretching for the training to come. But, although most of the villagers were already awake, if not all, one laid sound asleep, curled up in a ball on her mat, a little bit of drool coming down the side of her lips.\nThen came a small jab in the side of her stomach to disrupt her peaceful slumber. Moaning a bit in annoyance she tried to ignore it but then came another, then another. Shifting her position, turning around to face the other way, Kabuki tried to get back to sleep, but the little pokes keep persisting on the back. Eventually her eyes lazily opened to reveal a small creature anxiously watching over her.\n\"What is your problem Jonathan?\" she mumbled as she sat up, wiping away the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. The little tank, a pet she had kept as long as she could remember, tilted it's head slightly before pointing out of the window at the sun, which had risen up now to illuminate the once dark room.\nIt took a while to register, but the female ninja suddenly realized what it meant and almost jumped up from the mat. \"I am so late!\" she exclaimed to practically no one as she hurriedly made her way to a nearby table and began wrapping her bare feet with a reel of white cloth bandages that laid upon it. Doing the same with her ankles and shins, Kabuki turned her head to try and find her arm guards. \"Where are the-\" she said to herself before Jonathan made it way onto the table in front of her holding the pair in his tiny hands. With a smile she hurriedly placed them on her, grabbing a couple lunar and began out the door, the tank following alongside her.\nAlthough early, ninjas started their training at the brink of dawn in the clearing, and she already knew she wasn't going to make it in time. As she made her way through the village, a lot of the people who weren't in training shaking their heads as she made her way through them, she pondered what would happen. Another scolding? More chores to do after? She groaned at the prospect of cleaning out the dojo yet AGAIN.\nJumping onto a branch of one of the large trees of the forest she began to rush through, going from tree to tree as she zipped through. Soon enough, the trees began to open up a bit in the dense forest revealing a brightly illuminated clearing with bodies all warming up and sparring. \"Made it!\" she exclaimed with joy as she hopped from the last branch down to the ground. Hopefully being just a LITTLE late wouldn't be too bad\nIn her hurry she didn't even get to notice the woman hiding below that last tree, watching the ninjas. Jonathan, however, did and, instead of following Kabuki down to the ground, stayed in the tree, watching her. Why did she look so familiar to the tank?"
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"value": "Just as Jury was getting fed up with waiting, her target arrived. She was moving fast, a blur through the trees. A normal person would have had a tough time following her, but Jury was not ordinary. Her glowing eye started to grow brightly as she got more excited. Her pussy actually began to get wet from the mere THOUGHT of pummeling this girl into the ground. Using the Engine's power, she zipped between the trees on the ground with ease, not noticing the tank that had stopped to stare at her. Her legs were a blur of motion as she tried to speed ahead of her target. If Kabuki noticed her, it was still all well and good...but she would prefer to ambush her prey.\nFinally, she got one tree ahead of the little ninja girl. Skidding to a halt, Jury did a small, standing jump....then did a spin kick, accompanied by malevolent purple I. She actually laughed out loud as her leg easily splintered the trunk, sending the tree crashing down to the ground. Not too subtle, but it got the job done, and it was a raw display of power. Power she'd soon use to subjugate Kabuki.\n\"Oh little ninja girl! Come out and PLAY!!\""
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"value": "Kabuki - Meadow Training Grounds, Japan\nSheepishly giving the mentor a little grin and shrug as she made her way towards him, standing in the middle of all the sparring ninjas, Kabuki already knew she was in a heap of trouble by the look on his face. This was not the first time she was late to daily training in the morning and, the last time this happened, her mentor had chastised her in front of all her friends and fellow trainees. Embarrassing beyond belief, especially since she was one of the older members of the group at 19.\n\"Sorry Sensei, I Wei-\" she started to say as her mouth opened but was cut off when her mentor raised up a hand. Oh-oh. But he didn't seem to be angry, staring off past her into the trees from which she had just emerged. As she turned her head back to see what he was looking at, her mentor's eyes tightened and there was a loud crash that emanated from that area.\n\"Oh little ninja girl! Come out and PLAY!!\"\nThe voice was feminine and loud as the sound echoed throughout the meadow, drawing the attention of all the ninjas-in-training towards the spot where a woman now stood, one foot up against the trunk of the large tree she just toppled. As Kabuki squinted to try and make out who it was, her mentor was already sprinting past her towards the woman, almost a blur himself. No intruders were allowed to trespass on the sacred grounds of the village and this woman was no exception. The voice though where had she heard it from? As her mind frantically tried to work it out, it went to the latest World Warrior tournament that occurred only a couple of months ago where she had snuck out to participate in.\nKabuki had not won, instead forgetting about the prize to go hang out with a girl she met, Sakura, but had heard rumors of one who had literally almost decimated most of the entrants. Many she left near death, others were not so lucky. Those who had survived had almost been paralyzed, both in fear and due to physical injuries. The ones that could speak though only said to \"Beware of the Spider\". Could it be?\n\"Sensei! No!\" she yelled as he made her way towards the unmoving woman and jumped high in the air towards her, throwing a pair of lunar where she stood. As he landed from his jump, he looked behind him to see if he had hit his target and, instantaneously, his satisfied smirk turned into a frown when he realized the woman had barely budged, except for her right leg. It was raised in the air, the two metal lunar in between her toes, expertly caught. \"How DI-\" he managed to get out before the foot came down, throwing the sharp knives back at him, piercing his shoulder while his students gasped in shock, Kabuki included. Bleeding down the side of his standard ninja uniform, he grasped at them but felt himself slowly start to pass out from the pain. She must have struck a nerve with the throw, causing him body to go into shock.\nThe students slowly watched the woman as she smirked to herself, apparently satisfied, before turning towards the group. As everyone slowly began to back up while she made her way towards them, Kabuki felt a pang of fear. Why was this woman here? Was her sensei alright? How did she manage to subdue him so quick?\nThe entire group was silent along with the stranger as the only noise that was left was the mentor slowly slumped against the tree, not dead but gravely wounded."
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"value": "Jury looked on at the rest of the group with a brief look of boredom as their stupid teacher lay bleeding on the ground, his own weapon stuck in his shoulder. Useless, she thought. It wasn't the instructor she was after. No, that sack of garbage wasn't worth her time. No, she already had her target. She turned to the group of trainees, who seemed to observe her with shock, awe...and more than a little fear. She could practically SMELL it. Good. They should be afraid.\n\"Well, now that That's out of the way, I'll be taking what I came for. Kabuki, I believe your name was.\"\nThe trainees gasped. What did this crazy woman want with their classmate? Some backed away, while others looked on with grim faces, clutching lunar between their fingers. True, their instructor had fallen...but they were well-trained, and there was a lot of them. Surely they could win! One student jumped high, throwing the deadly daggers, while two students rushed Jury from the ground.\nIt was a mistake. Jury actually laughed. Had they not seen what happened to the master?! With a spinning kick, so knocked away the airborne dagger meant for her, and it instead lodged itself into one of the charger's kneecaps, and they fell to the ground writhing in pain. As the other student got close, she kept up the momentum, sweeping his legs from under him....then slamming her heel into his stomach. The wind was knocked out of him.\nThe ninja that landed saw her comrades fall and hesitated...and that was all Jury needed. Dashing forward, a simple cartwheel kick to the collarbone was all it took, and the ninja was out cold. Licking her lips, Jury, ran a hand across her breastplate in an almost seductive manner.\n\"Well THAT was fun! But I'm only here for one of you!\""
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"value": "Kabuki - Meadow Training Grounds, Japan\n\"Well, now that THAT's out of the way, I'll be taking what I came for. Kabuki, I believe your name was.\"\nThe voice chilled every bone in Kabuki's body as she heard her name being mentioned by this obviously demented woman. The tone wasn't even menacing but more playful. As if this person was having fun instead of invading a village of trained warriors who would not hesitate in killing her. The woman herself was dressed in strange garbs as well, her loose pants clearly suited for a more kicking style of combat while her top wait. The intent of its design was as clear as the lake she swam in during her training. The Spider.\n\"No! WAIT!\" Kabuki yelled as some of her classmates ran towards the lady in an attempt at an assault. They stood no chance, being only youngsters who were still learning how to properly fight. If her sensei was so easily taken down, these students would\nGrunt of pain and shouts broke through the air as this woman quickly dispatched the few that tried to attack her, birds flying off from the trees at the sudden loud noises. The students that were too scared or shocked to do anything seemed frozen as the woman's heel crushed down against the last of her attacker's chest, a grunt escaping from his mouth before his eyes closed shut. Kabuki found herself wanting to rush to help them, but her legs felt paralyzed. No, you have to hold it together. These students were counting on her, as one of the more experienced of them, to keep everyone safe and being a coward wasn't going to help right now. This woman clearly wanted something to do with her, and it was time to step up and face her with all her training.\n\"Well THAT was fun! But I'm only here for one of you!\"\nWith a gulp down her throat Kabuki made her way forward out of the small crowd of frightened students, the grass of the meadow crunching underneath her cloth wrapped soles. \"I am Kabuki,\" she said, trying to keep her voice steady, making sure she was prepared if any strike would come her way. This woman had already proved her speed was unparalleled, and any hesitation could result in her getting beat down. \"What do you want? Why are you looking for me?\" she continued, putting on a brave face as she stared at the stranger and met her gaze. As her eyes met the target's, it was obvious something was wrong with one of them something different at least. There was some sort of symbol imprinted on it, and it slowly spun, unnaturally. Was that the source of her speed and strength?\nAs they faced one another, a breeze picked up, Kabuki's long ponytail swishing around and all was silent. \"Who are you?\" she asked finally, confused yet determined."
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"value": "Jury waited for what seemed like minutes for someone to speak up, when in reality, it was only a couple of moments. She was about ready start breaking bones just to get someone to talk. She actually raised her leg high above her head, ready to bring her heel down on some poor trainee's arm, when she heard a voice.\n\"I am Kabuki.\"\nJury turned to the source to find the girl that had arrived late to the training ground. Funny, she just knew it was her for some reason. They stood staring at one another for a good long well, Jury wearing an almost silly grin on her face, still tingly from the pleasure from crushing the other trainees. She slowly lowered her leg and stared the girl in the eyes. There was bravery in those eyes...as well as fear. Perhaps this girl would prove a challenge. Hopefully she was a prime candidate.\n\"Who are you?\"\nJury laughed at the question. How cute! She was ANGRY! Angry that Jury had trashed her friends! She was going to enjoy this....\n\"I suppose it won't hurt to tell. My name is Jury....and I'm here to make you my servant!\"\nWith introductions out of the way, Jury suddenly flung a distant kick....and misty purple I shot straight at the Munich Kabuki."
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"value": "Violeta stood out on her balcony as she just couldn't stand the movements down below the royal sector of the planet. As the youngest daughter of seven children of the king much was expected of her. Her old brothers and sisters had conquered planets in hours, yet she refused to do such things. She felt like forcing things on people was wrong. The religion of her people were of power is only taken not gained is not something she ever agrees with. While in truth she was one of the strongest of her people. Her power of flight, creation, movement with her mind and the ability to see into the future was something they had never seen at such an amount before. While her older brothers and sisters had one maybe two of her abilities no one other than her father had all and even there was rumor how she could one day become stronger than him. Looking to the heavens seeing the two moons as they stayed in the sky she gave a sigh before looking back into her room. With one last look she flared her power around her and shot out of into the sky. Leaving the planet for good as she traveled to her hideaway. Only once there she entered her ship which would get her across the universe, but then she would have to rely on her own power.\nFinally getting to a safe distance she left her ship once again setting off to find a planet she could hide away in. She really didn't know what she could do as she moved quickly she found earth. It was young and quite stunning in her mind as she went to where the moonless night was over the planet and landed. She moved through the skies trying to keep herself hidden. Only as she moved to land she saw what the people were wearing she quickly created clothes that covered her black outfit and her purple tribal tattoos. Even the one that was on her face disappeared as she moved out onto the street. She wasn't sure what this place was like as she kept moving through everything taking it all in and within a week she had figured out the English language in New York and even created herself a name got a job at a café. Originally she made herself money to get an apartment she was quite happy with how things were going so far.\nHer now long black hair with the streaks of purple shined in the moonlight as she walked through the New York park she heard screams. Her eyes suddenly glazed over in purple as she saw a woman being thrown down. As her eyes returned to her human green eyes she moved quickly her clothes changing as she took off in the sky a trail of purple star dust behind her as she moved to the men picking on up and throwing him away. \"What do you think your doing\" she asked as she created a blanket and coat for the woman to cover herself with? She really couldn't believe this."
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"value": "It was strange what compassion and concern for your other human beings could do to a person. He was by necessity an altruist, but something years ago had driven him to be this presence, this ever-vigilant eye over the city that sacrificed so many things, and in return, was met with anonymity. His social life, let alone schooling, had been put aside for pursuit of this: a dream that was fulfilled every night amidst the chaos, the guns, the wounds, the beatings. It was something he craved. That something brought him there that night. The scream was audible, even from the distance he was at. He landed on one of the nearby branches, the branch shifting with his difference in weight, threatening to snap. He leaped forward, using his agility to propel him further than a normal human could, being at the peak of human perfection, twisting and thrusting his right hand out in midair. It released a hook attached to high tensile-strength proportionate cable, usually used to tether him to a building and swing him, but at the moment capable of being a makeshift lasso.\nBut he had faltered for a second too long. The man had been launched, the end that extended from the bracelet he wore striking into the ground, spreading apart as it was customized to do. Nevertheless, he tugged at the planted cable and jerked himself forward, toward both women. He landed on his feet and came to stand, a head over six two. He was muscular, roughly two hundred and forty pounds of it. The spandex suit he wore was red and black by pattern and design, but was simplistic.\nHe wore a mask that covered only his eyes and nose, a crimson color to match the suit. Attached to his lower back was a small crimson cloth that came to cover one of his legs to the knee and dangled behind him the same length. This hid his utility belt and devices he uses regular. He retracted the cable into the bracelet and looked between them.\nHow strange. He wasn't used to being beaten to the punch. He gave the woman who had been covered a soft smile, his auburn hair swept back and unkempt from traveling the city. Furthermore, he spoke to her, his voice kind, yet strong, \"It's good to see you are a safe ma'am. Make sure to thank this....citizen, for lack of a better word. Seems she beat me to the punch.\" He took another gander toward her."
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"value": "Violeta looked over as she saw a man touch down after what looked to be a gentle swing on a cable of some type. She didn't really think much of it yet as she noticed the outfit and how it was different from what she had seen before she was a little uneasy with him. She slowly started to raise off the ground a gentle glow of purple surrounded her. Her mind searched for the right words to use, as she reached the words she gave a soft smile towards the two. \"They are in your hands now\" she said as she took to the skies. She didn't know what had come over her when she had come to help, but this really wasn't something she was used to. While she had always wanted to help she wasn't sure if this was the way. So far her taking over the café and giving people jobs seemed to be good, yet it left her feeling that she wasn't doing enough for the planet that unknowingly took her in.\nAs she got away from the scene she came to the top of a tower and touched down on the slanted roof going to stand over the gargoyles on the sides. She liked the city as she saw many goods things about it yet as she saw the dangers she still wondered if maybe she should be doing more. Giving a sigh she sat down hanging her legs over the edge of the building as she tried to think this through."
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"value": "Like that the woman had left him to tend to the denizen of the city she had saved. He made sure she was focused and not privy to shock before he left her. He raised his left hand as he came to rest upon a ledge on a rooftop, pushing in the transceiver and signaling to the person on the other end he wished to talk, \"Hijack a satellite. There was a strange person earlier. Seemingly advanced strength, flight capable. Could be something to contend with, even with her seemingly good-hearted nature.\" The person responded, \"Well naturally a thermal scan should show a difference, but there was something else. Some kind of dust emitted as she took off into the sky. See if you can track it. I want to talk to this person.\"\nHe traveled from one rooftop to the next, waiting on the reply. Then the bone in his ear vibrated, signaling it was time to receive the call. With a quick application of pressure, the person on the other end fed him directions to the woman. He moved more quickly than he had before until he saw her sitting on the edge of a tower. He laid a hand on one of the edges of the rooftop he was on and a blast from the gauntlet, one of concentrated sound, propelled him into the air.\nWith a flourish and a twist, the cable extended and caught the tower. He jerked it inward and used the momentum and velocity to swing up to the roof. He surpassed the height of the edge by a few feet, coming to land squarely on his feet, ten or so feet from her.\nFurthermore, he was sure by now she had heard him. Furthermore, he retracted the cable and began walking toward her, \"Who are you? What you did for that woman was heroic, but it seems like you didn't really have those intentions. What are you intentions, actually?\""
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"value": "Violeta was shocked as she felt someone coming towards her and as she analyzed the aura she knew who it was. She didn't move from her spot as she sat there looking over the city. In truth as she felt him finally reach the roof and land she gave a sigh. She had hoped he wouldn't come after her, but she was sure now that was exactly what he had done. \"Does it really matter who I am? I just happened to be there when the screams first came\" she stated as it was the truth. She had been just across the park when the attack first started. She was too late to help the woman keep her clothes, but she did make sure that the woman wasn't harmed anymore than that. \"I have no bad intentions for this place, I only wish to live here at the moment\" she stated as it was the truth. She was sitting here at this very moment to try and finalize what her intentions were. \"And you? Somehow you find that tracking me down is so important when I'm sure others could use your help\" she stated as she wondered just who this guy was. She couldn't understand this at all yet as she sat there in her natural form she wondered just what this was going to turn out to be in the end. It was strange to her that he followed, yet it seemed he only wanted answers that she didn't even have for herself yet."
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"value": "He listened to her talk, especially about others needing his help, \"I have a feed to police broadcasts and scanners, and right now there's a brief moment of respite. I came to make sure your intentions because in the end, I'll have to deal with you if you decide you're powerful enough to get your way. I really don't want to have to do that. Just watch yourself. You'll start attracting the kind of attention you don't want if you keep up the superhero shtick.\" He walked forward to the edge, \"Doesn't matter. I'll be keeping an eye on you. Until then, if you need something, I'm sure it's within your power to find me. I'm called Shade.\" He stepped off the roof and twisted, launching the cable and swinging from the tower and into the city.\nHe came to be perched upon one of the ledges a mile or so from where he had just met her. Furthermore, he applied pressure to the transceiver and spoke, \"I had a talk with her. Seems like her intentions are good. Monitor her though. Also keep a search going on supers related to the powers I described. We're going to keep her under surveillance in case she goes rogue.\""
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"value": "Violeta gave a sigh as she heard what he said. \"I'm not a super. . . I'm just me\" she stated though she guessed because to her, she was powerful in her own people she must be something much more than that here with people with power were rarely found. She gave a sigh as she looked up to the skies wishing to see the stars she started off towards the heavens. As she reached space just outside of Earth's atmosphere she looked to the different planets she could see and all the stars she knew where her home was, yet she didn't wish for it to be her home. Giving a sigh she decided trying to help a little here and there wouldn't help as trouble seemed to be everywhere in the city. As she turned and headed in for the night she figured that she was going to have to figure out a name for herself if she was going to try and do a little superhero work. She laughed at the thought of actually being a superhero but the one thing she liked about it was she could do it in her natural form as long as she kept the mask on as well."
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"value": "Another night. Another beat. What a trivial pattern. The first thought to cross his mind upon awakening was the girl from the previous night. She was unnatural. She was extraterrestrial. He knew she had good intentions, but good intentions pave the road to Hell. Maybe, in his stupor, he had brought a revelation on himself. His reflection on her mirrored the fact that maybe his own altruistic nature was tiresome and for all intents and purposes, doing more harm than good. Under his watchful eye, he had noticed a spike in organized crime. This meant one thing to him: the criminals, knowing of his presence, decided that recklessness and separation were causing them to be picked off. Because of him he had united a band of murderers, rapists, and drug dealers. What a life.\nThe man dragged along sluggishly in an attempt to pry himself from the comfort of being enveloped in a warm bed. His attempts seemed futile until he finally swung his feet to the floor, the cold touch of the tile bringing his wits to the surface. He let out a stretch and stood, immediately descending to the floor, palms against the tile. He was supported by an arch in his feet, toes curved and balancing his weight. One. Two. Three. It ended with over three hundred push-ups, his morning repetition. That would be followed by pull-ups, sit-ups, and a six-mile run. This was all accomplished before six AM, which was more than most people were accustomed to performing all day.\nIt was a rush through his personal hygiene. Without his costume, he felt bland, boring, usual. His hair was choppy and layered, swept to one side along his forehead. He had garbed himself in a mediocre pair of jeans, the coup de'tat being the gray wool pea coat that he bundled up with. He was buttoning the coat up as he walked through the hallway of his apartment and out into the brisk roll of air that accompanied December in New York City. Furthermore, he had spied a café that he had wanted to try. What a good start to a day.\nOnce inside he found the line to be reasonable, so he was more privy to actually stick through and place an order. After a ten-minute wait, he stepped forward to the counter, looking over the menu. Then those sapphire eyes fell to the woman tending to his order. She seemed so familiar. With a shake of his head, he began his order, \"Coffee. Black. Asiago bagel with a share of cream cheese.\" Man, where had he seen this woman? The thought still plagued him as he moved aside to allow the patron behind him to place their order. This was going to grind his gears until he figured it out."
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"value": "Violeta wasn't sure what to do as she got herself home. She flew half the way then walked the rest. She didn't trust anyone to know where she was so flying there all the way was out of the question. Yet as she got to her apartment she gave a sigh getting chanced into her human appearance as morning came was easy for her, it was just the fact that she didn't like what had happened the night before. She was on watch that much was sure but still she didn't like the fact that she came here for freedom, and now she was getting questioned for it. Shaking her head she went downstairs to start the day as she got the shop open and going. It seemed that a lot of people were actually loving her shop as they started to come more often. As she saw one male come up ordering a black coffee and the bagel she was shocked as she could sense his aura that it was the same male from last night. She brushed it off acting as though he was another customer in the shop and got the order ready with the rest of her employee's yet as she handed him the order and rang him up she wondered just how long it might take him to realize. She wasn't stupid enough to think that he would never see through it, she just hoped it would last long enough for her to get some more trust here."
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"value": "Apartheid a reputation around the village as something of a problem student. Ever since graduating from the ninja academy she had gone through team after team, never quite fitting in, always causing friction. When teamwork hadn't worked she had started to be assigned for one on one teaching but even that hadn't worked right. As always there had been friction, Ankara thinking she knew better, not following orders, following her own plans instead. After being kicked out by almost every willing teacher in the village there was only really one left, and so Ankara had been given her instructions to report to the home of Piñata Hyung. In the hopes that it would help ease the friction Ankara was to live with Piñata as well as train with her, so now Ankara was stood at Piñata's doorstep, hammering her fist on the door impatiently.\n\"Come on, open the hell up, it's not exactly summer out here\" The girl grumbled to herself as she waited, looking up at the house. It was pretty nice at least, certainly nicer than some of the other places she had stayed. Well, Piñata was from a rich family so it made sense she'd have an awesome home. Well, maybe this wouldn't be so bad for as long as it lasted. A nice luxurious home, a teacher who had a reputation for being rather shy and a bit of a pushover personality wise. \"If she ever opens the damn door anyway!\""
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"value": "Piñata had been mentally preparing herself for this day. After being almost begged to take Ankara in as a student, her pushover personality gave in and accepted her. The main goal was to try and help Ankara learn how to integrate into a team without negativity, as well as the usual training. Piñata's compassion and patience were the two defining traits that drew the village elders to her, and so she was going to take Ankara in for the foreseeable future. Despite her compassion, she had heard the rumors and what others had to say. It was definitely going to be a mission of sorts.\nThe first bad omen was the sound of her knocking - if you could call it that. She pounded on the door so loudly Piñata heard the hinge squeak. With the smallest sigh you could possibly deem a sigh and not a deep breath, she stood from her breakfast and morning tea to open the door. Piñata was dress in a pink, fold-over sweater and calf-length trousers. The ample nature of her breasts meant that conventional ninja clothing usually wasn't befitting of her, so she chose softer and more malleable clothing to reduce the pressure on her E cups. She wore a smile on her lips, and opened the door to meet Ankara. \"Hello, Ankara. Please, come in,\" she said politely and sweetly, moving aside, so the troubled ninja could come inside. It was warm, and felt extremely cozy inside. Everything was neat, tidy and organized, showing just how much effort Piñata put into housework. \"I'm Piñata. It's nice to finally get to meet you,\" she said, stretching her hand out in an attempted gesture of kindness."
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"value": "Ankara had heard a little bit about Piñata, but had never actually met her before. So when the door did finally open up she was rather pleasantly surprised at the sight of the beautiful woman that met her. \"Whoa\" Ankara was making absolutely no attempt to hide that she was staring right at Piñata's chest, even in the loose sweater it was clear the woman was amply gifted. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, a luxurious house, a teacher who not only had a reputation as being a pushover but was smoking hot as well. \"Wow, you really are as hot as everyone says aren't you?\" The girl smirked, finally raising her head to look up at Piñata's face instead, though part of that was to stop herself from getting too excited, the shorts she was wearing right now were loose in order to hide a certain something, but they weren'ttthatloose. All too eagerly she reached out and took Piñata's hand, squeezing it firmly as she shook it.\n\"So I'm going to be living with you, huh? And we're going to be doingeverythingtogether as teacher and student? Mmm, I think I'm starting to look forward to this\" Ankara's voice had an almost sing-song tone to it, though there was definitely a hint of something more lurid to it as well. \"So then teacher, how about you show me where my room is? Or am I going to be sharing your room too?\""
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"value": "Piñata looked the girl over. She had been described to the Shinobi, but in person she looked. Different. Ready to meet Ankara's gaze, seeing the girl's eyes tracking something below her chest. It wasn't uncommon for Piñata to be in this position, and so she immediately gathered what she would be staring at with such interest. \"It's rude to stare, you know,\" she said, a slight flash of embarrassment in the form of redness spread across her cheeks. Growing up with such a prominent chest, it was a common situation she had to learn to deal with. It seemed that the younger ninja had already proclaimed herself in control, which Piñata knew would be a problem; her goal was to improve her teamwork skills, that included how well she followed orders. It was going to take a while, Piñata guessed.\n\"Follow me,\" she said, still maintaining the polite, patient air even though how brash and almost bratty the other was. Walking through the house, she went upstairs and one door down from her own bedroom. \"Here you are,\" she brandished the open doorway almost proudly. She had prepared the room immaculately, laying out towels, extra blankets and everything else you could possibly need in a bedroom. Piñata was well-prepared, and enjoyed things being like that."
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"value": "\"Rude to stare? I think of it as a compliment, means you've got something that's not only worth staring at, but worth being caught staring at. You should be flattered\" Ankara smirked when she did finally raise her head, Piñata definitely had a pretty face too, far too pretty and innocent looking to match the incredible body she must've been hiding under those clothes.\nWhen she was instructed to follow Ankara did so, though made sure to keep a few steps back in order to check out Piñata's shapely backside. The pants the older woman was wearing weren't exactly the most flattering, but she could at least get a decent idea. Despite being almost mesmerized, Ankara at least managed to take in some of her surroundings on the way up to the bedroom. The house was immaculate, not a thing out of place, not a speck of dust in sight, nothing that even remotely looked like it didn't belong, well, except for Ankara herself anyway. \"Whoa, this is my room?\" She raised an eyebrow as she stepped inside and looked around, the room was by far the most comfortable she'd ever stayed in, not to mention just as immaculate as the rest of the house. Though that did raise one concern in the girls head, what if Piñata expectedherto keep it this clean? Ugh, chores never had been something she could tolerate, any effort was half-assed at best.\n\"Well, it's pretty good. I've to say I'm disappointed not to be sharing though\" She turned to look at Piñata with another smirk. \"So where's your room? Just in case I need you in case of an emergency in the middle of the night, or to carry you back after a hard day of training\""
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"value": "Piñata took the remark as part of a grace period of sorts. That and she didn't want to embarrass herself by reprimanding her new guest so early, despite her being well within her rights to. The Huge was pleased that Ankara liked her room, and shook her head at her disappointment. \"You have your own room, why would you need to share mine?\" she asked, half rhetorically and half literally asking why that'd end up happening. 'What a strange child.' she thought to herself, looking her build over. She was far from out of shape, and in fact her form rivaled that of In; an adult around the same age as Piñata. Of course, she was a bit shorter due to her age, but nonetheless. At Ankara's request, figuring it was viable, Piñata nodded, \"Follow me,\" she walked down the hallway and turned into an already-ajar doorway to enter her room. Immaculate, but not as sparse as Ankara's room, Piñata had a few books on her side table and a lovely view from her window.\nPiñata stretched gently, forcing her breasts to move satisfactorily. Looking out of her bedroom view, she could see that nighttime rapidly approached the village. \"I don't think there's enough time left to get a training session in.\" she said, half to herself. \"I think it's best that we wait until tomorrow, we'll both be rested and ready.\" she took that opportunity to reinforce her control over Ankara, although it was a pathetic display. She sounded more questioning than definitive, as though she was trying to convince the other. Piñata walked down into the kitchen to prep dinner. \"So for dinner, I'm thinking about stir-fry. Does that suit you?\" she asked sweetly, starting to collect what she'd need to cook the meal."
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"value": "When Piñata asked why Ankara might need to share her bedroom the younger girl just grinned, having to hold back something of a laugh, oh the thoughts that were running through her head, the things she would love oh so much to do to the older Munich. She shivered slightly at the thought, before quickly pushing them aside. There'd be time for that later, right now she couldn't let herself get too excited, not while Piñata was right here and Ankara was wearing these shorts, she could already feel a stirring and if she wasn't careful it was going to get noticeable. She couldn't help but almost giggle in delight when Piñata gave in and showed the girl her own room as well, it seemed manipulating the older girl might not be too difficult after all, at least in minor ways anyway.\nWhen Piñata stretched Ankara's head practically snapped around, her reactions it seemed were lightning fast, at least for things she were interested in, and she didn't miss a second of Piñata's impressive breasts jiggling nicely, Ankara licking her lips without even realizing it. \"WWW, no training? How disappointing\" Ankara was only half serious, she wasn't particularly disappointed at the lack of training, but she was disappointed at not getting a chance to see Piñata in her fighting gear, not to mention seeing how Piñata's body might move. \"Stir fry hm? Sure, that works for me. I'll watch you cook\" Ankara grinned, eager for another opportunity to spend some time checking out Piñata's ass. She almost too eagerly followed the girl down, sitting at the kitchen table in order to watch. So she had her own personal chef too? Maybe she should try and make this last a little while after all."
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"value": "Piñata nodded with her usual slim smile returning. \"Sure, it should be ready in about thirty minutes,\" she said somewhat automatically. Piñata got to work, dicing vegetables with a pitch apron on. The apron seemed to occlude everything except for her voluptuous backside, her glutes flexing as she moved to get an ingredient or to put something into the sizzling pan. Soon enough, the aroma of food filled the house. She added a few sauces and seasoned the stir-fry as it cooked, and then bent down to get some plates. The way she bent over was less of a crouch, and more of a bend, her knees stayed locked, and her pants only tightened around her perfectly shaped, plump ass. The Munich had trained extensively, so it was a good balance of muscle to fat, making her ass move perfectly as well as stick its silhouette through the fabric of her pants. When she rose, everything returned to normal and her ass retained it's still-present but less defined curvature. Many a man would have salivated at the sight just bestowed to Ankara, how she would react however would be told with time. Piñata none the wiser, however, thinking that the way she bent over was nothing more than normal, if not trivial.\nThe dark-haired female finished making the meal, and subsequently moved to dish up. The plates she had somewhat-erotically gathered were swiftly filled with stir-fry, and Piñata took them both to the table. She dished the portion left into another, larger bowl to put in the middle of the table alongside the two already full bowls. Piñata removed her apron, washed her hands and went to sit. Before she did, she took her sweater that she was wearing off to reveal a skin-tight long sleeve that accentuated her chest even more, if it was possible. The thinnest of fabrics now separated Ankara from witnessing her womanhood in all its glory, again probably enough to make most men salivate."
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"value": "Ankara was all too happy watching Piñata prepare the meal, the smells filling the room alone were enough to start making her almost drool, but it was the sight before her that caused her to pass the threshold of almost. When Piñata bent over Ankara almost gasped, staring wide-eyed, having to reach up to quickly wipe her chin. God-damn, now that was an ass! She couldn't help but wolf whistle as Piñata stood up, though was rather disappointed that the pants had returned to normal rather than stretching across the incredible backside. Damn! Ankara glanced down at the table quickly, then closed her eyes as she tried to fill her head with other thoughts. She had felt a stirring in her shorts and she needed to try and suppress it, at least for the time being. That was far easier said than done with Piñata around though.\n\"MMM, smells delicious\" Ankara grinned and licked her lips as the food was put down in front of her, it was possibly the best meal she'd ever seen or smelled. She was all ready to dig in, quite without manners naturally, but just as she was bringing up the first bite she froze as Piñata pulled off her sweater, just staring with her mouth hanging open, staring directly at Piñata's chest once again now that it was only enclosed in a skin tight shirt. \"... Whoa...they're....amazing.\" She spoke whilst still staring, then gasped as she felt her shorts starting to tighten and stretch. Shit! The table was hiding the visibly growing bulge in Ankara's shorts, but it wasn't going to go away until she satisfied herself, and no way she would be able to get out from the table without it being visible. Crap, it was getting bigger, the shorts stretching tightly making it clear what the bulge was if it were seen, it wasn't long before she was poking the underside of the table.\nAnkara fidgeted slightly as she finally tore her stare away from Piñata's chest, quickly looking to her food and beginning to eat. Hopefully Piñata would finish first and leave, or at least get up and turn around so she could make a break for it, though with such a huge bulge in her shorts it was rather difficult to move quickly."
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"value": "A long time ago in the lands of Spanish controlled California in the early 19th century came a legend from the Pueblo de Los Angeles. It was the legend of El Zorro, the fox, who rode in the night to right the wrongs imposed by the corrupt. Thus over the next few years, everyone in the whole of California knew of the masked, expert swordsman who defended the people from injustice. One thing is certain; when you see the sign of the \"Z\" know well that it stands for Zorro!\nDon Diego de la Vega was a tall handsome man, about six feet (180 cm) tall with hazel eyes and dark brown hair. Diego would also be described as a proper nobleman. He comes from a wealthy family and is highly educated. Several years ago, he even attended a university abroad in Spain becoming well versed in the humanities and philosophy. Hence, when he returned his father was very proud of him except for the part about Diego's opposition to action. He even went so far as to convince the people of Los Angeles, that he was the most inept swordsman in all of California.\nLittle did they know, but Don Diego was actually the dashing expert swordsman, horseman and marksman, Zorro. In fact, while he lived in Spain Diego had learned how to fence from one of Spain greatest masters. With the help of his mute servant Bernardo (who pretends to be deaf as well so he can eavesdrop for Diego) and his horse Tornado, Diego was able to make the concept of Zorro a reality. Eventually, Diego's father Alejandro de la Vega realized that his son was indeed Zorro. At first, he hid his knowledge of this from Diego, but as time passed on Alejandro admitted his knowledge and pledged to provide aid to the cause in Diego's future endeavors as Zorro.\nDon Diego lives at his father Alejandro's estate, which is a large Spanish styled adobe building with a walled courtyard. The main level contained a large living room that led off to such amenities as a library, kitchen, dining room and wine cellar. To get to the upper level where the bedrooms were, one would have to walk outside to the courtyard and take the staircase up to the second floor balcony. It was on this balcony which one could access the bedrooms. There was also a secret passage way, hidden behind a false wall in Diego's bedroom, which was built several generations ago as a precaution against raids by the natives. It also has another point of access behind a book case in the living room and also had peepholes in various parts of the house. The passage way then leads out to a cave that exits out into an open field. Diego's Zorro supplies and Zorro's horse Tornado are kept here.\nIt was a very warm, summer afternoon at the De la Vega estate. As it was still rather warm, Diego had chosen to sit out in the courtyard under the shade of the balcony, rather than stay inside to be roasted by the heat. At least outside he could get a cooling cross breeze as the wind rolled across the grassy ranch lands the De la Vega's own. For leisurely entertainment, Diego strummed a tune on his guitar and sang to himself while leaning back in relaxation. This was truly the best way to relax on a hot day aside from sitting at a riverbank sipping a glass of wine.\nSuddenly, Diego heard the heavy clops of horse hooves pounding down against the dry soil of the dirt roads. By the sound of it, Diego concluded it was likely a carriage being pulled by a pair of horses that stopped just outside the front gate of the courtyard. As the wooden gate swung open Alejandro's figure became visible. The servant, Bernardo followed closely behind carrying a bag of flour. Setting aside his guitar, Diego stood up to greet them. \"Ah father, how was the trip into town? I assume you were able to successful negotiate the purchase of some of our cattle.\" Pausing so he could point at Bernardo, he added, \"I see you also picked up some supplies as well.\"\nAfter Alejandro made his way over to Diego he answered, \"It was very profitable Diego. I sold over a hundred head of cattle and I also met a new neighbor of ours. As you have heard, a family from Spain has bought up a large amount of land around Los Angeles. I had the privileged to meet Don Sandoval, the head of the family while I was in town.\" Turning around, Alejandro motioned to Bernardo to go a head and start taking things inside. After looking back to Diego, he smiled and added, \"Well out of generosity I invited him and his family over here tonight to hold a small welcoming party in their honor. There is also a treat for you as well Diego. Don Sandoval informed me he had a beautiful daughter around your age. It would be nice if you get to know her, she is of good blood after all.\"\nDiego listened intently to his father's depiction of his trip into town, letting a smile slip across his face when his father mentioned the daughter. \"Father, truly you jest. We have not even met the girl, and you are already pushing me to get to know her. You always say this whenever you have the chance to present me to another one of the wealthy landowner's marriageable daughters. I believe this is the twelfth time since I have come back from Spain,\" Diego replied laughing slightly. He knew his father always liked to joke about him marrying another one of the neighboring Don's daughters, but with the frequency of Alejandro's suggestions, Diego began to believe his father trying to get him to settle down one of these days.\n\"Anyway Diego, take Bernardo and ride to Los Angeles. I told Don Sandoval that I would be sending you back to town to so that you could escort his family to our home. Now get ready and go meet them, you wouldn't want to be late and set a bad impression,\" Alejandro said as he waved Diego off.\nMounting a horse, Diego waited for Bernardo before the two headed off to Los Angeles. It was a rather long trip by horse back as it took about an hour to ride leniently across the hot plains to get to Los Angeles from the ranch. Before he knew it, Diego and Bernardo arrived in the central plaza of Los Angeles. Diego looked about from the back of his horse to try and pick out someone who would fit his father's description of Don Sandoval. Whispering to Bernardo, so that no one would see him talking to his supposedly deaf, mute servant he asked, \"So Bernardo, do you see Don Sandoval?\""
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"value": "Don Miguel Sandoval was not too pleased to leave Spain to a no man's land full of unbaptized savages, but he didn't have much of a choice. His daughter, Daniela, had been a bit too much of a handful to leave her free in Spain. She had been studying more than any respectable woman should, things like mathematics, alchemy, medicine, instead of more profitable things like art, knitting, and languages. She had been escaping at nights, doing Dies same EU, always ending with her dresses dirty and torn. A change of scenery and a change of space, and putting a limit to her resources, would be good for the girl.\nDon Miguel was tall, standing well one 6 feet, and imposing, his eyes so dark they looked black itself, his hair always perfectly straight back, and always dressed in the best clothes one could buy in Spain. Everything about him was meticulous, specially since his wife had died years ago, leaving him to be a single father. To him, his Daniela was everything, and he would buy a whole colony if it meant keeping her safe. Daniela was everything his anal persona was not, she was carefree, rebellious, but also quite loving with him. The only reason the girl agreed to it was because of him, he was sure of that much.\nAs he walked through the center square of town, Don Miguel caught everyone's eyes, a man with such clothes, such a strong look in his eyes, was walking side by side with such a lady. Behind him, in clothes more comfortable than elegant, was his Daniela, a young woman of only inches over 5 feet. Her long chocolate hair was free to move about with the wing, the only decoration a white feather. Her corset, not nearly as tight as those most women her age wore, lifted her large and plentiful breasts, quite unlike most women in town. Even her skirt seemed to emphasize her curves, wide motherly hips in a face so young still. Even without makeup, her lips were smooth and her cheeks rosy, her large eyes curious to the world around her. She was also calling the town's attention for entirely different reasons.\nWere it not for his daughter, Don Sandoval'd be getting quite impatient. His sons, already each old enough to have their own wives and family, within but outside his estate, were happily courting their wives, their giggles causing him to furrow his brow. As much as he disliked those easily amused women, he couldn't help but wish his daughter was a bit more like them. Daniela was curious, looking around, amused with the peasants and the Indians, not really caring for what she should. At her ripe age, she needed a man, a husband to take care of her, and she cared more about how these barbarians were treated than about the men she was courted by. Such a handful. He hoped the De La Vega boy would be here soon."
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"value": "Nodding to Diego's question, Bernardo raised his hand and pointed to the lavishly dressed and very tall man that was walking across the center of the plaza. By then, Diego had already spotted Don Sandoval by himself. The man definitely stood out among the peasants and merchants that made up the bulk of the population in the plaza. Sliding off of his horse's back, Diego secured the horse to a hitching post before walking over to the center of the plaza with Bernardo following closely behind.\nAfter approaching Don Sandoval, Diego noticed just how tall the man really was. Being just under six feet himself, Diego was used to being the tallest person in the room. Don Sandoval, however, was several inches taller than him. The man's height was not the only characteristic that was enhanced as he drew closer. Clothing aside, Don Sandoval also emitted a presence of pride, nobility and authority. Diego was certain that he would have to word this encounter carefully as to not make a bad first impression.\nTaking a deep breath as he walked over to the man, Diego announced, \"Ah, Don Sandoval I hope you have not was-\" Diego paused briefly because something really caught his attention. It was the woman hidden from his view behind the man until just now. She was absolutely stunning and impossibly beautiful. A perfect combination of flawless skin, a voluptuous body, and an innocent face with eyes full of curiosity and wonder. Upon realizing that he was mid-sentence, Diego tried to cover up his pause by pretending to cough. \"I apologize, so please allow me to continue. I hope I have not caused you to wait too long. My name is Diego De La Vega and my father, Don Alejandro, sent me off with Bernardo to come here as soon as he arrived home. As soon as you are ready we may depart.\"\nTurning his body slightly, Diego gave a sharp smile as he looked upon the woman who made him speechless moments before. \"You must be Don Sandoval's daughter. My father mentioned there was a beautiful young woman traveling with your father. I am sure he was referring to you, senorita. May you give me the pleasure of knowing your name?\" Diego then raised his right hand in front of him with the palm facing upwards. Therefore, if the woman so choose, she could place her hand in his, and he would kiss the back of her hand."
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"value": "Don Sandoval noticed a young man approaching him, by his confidence and attire from a good family. This must be De La Vega's son, he thought to himself. The young man did seem to be carrying himself rather well; a strong gate, but respectful, if not too observant. Of course, the young man would deny his words had been caught short because he saw Daniela. He was used to his daughter being the center of attention for men, and despite his best attempts, the young man before him could not hide his interest.\n\"Un placer, Don Diego,\" Miguel Sandoval said with a court bow. \"You were quite quick to get here, my sons with their wives made me wait more than you. I swear, I need someone responsible to inherit my estate, not those who are so easily influenced by their wives. With their management, everything I achieved in this lifetime they would plummet in a year...\" This was, of course, a hint to the young man. He'd heard about him in Spain, about his studies in the University in La made atria, and hoped he'd be able to saddle the indomitable spirit that was his daughter. An academic and a businessman would do her good. Plus, he came from good blood, unlike everything the girl seemed to be interested in.\nDaniela smiled at the man who approached them, probably another suitor form her father's part. She would once again feign interest, but blow him off. The least she had on her mind was finding a man, it was social justice that filled her. However, one must always be polite. \"Nice to meet you, don Diego, you may call me Daniela Sandoval Cardona\" she said with a curt bow. She did not take his hand, her quiet little rejection. \"It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.\"\n\"I shall go look for my boys, their wives must have dragged them yet again to some or another shop,\" said Don Miguel, bowing respectfully. \"If you don't mind, I shall leave my Daniela in your care momentarily.\""
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"value": "The very formal bow Miguel Sandoval gave Diego, slightly surprised him. Though he had lived in ESAA for several years, he was still far more used to life in California. As such, he was not used to the rigid courtly gestures that Miguel was fond of and instead expressed greetings with hugs or pats on the back. Trying to not seem rude, Diego gave Don Sandoval a bow as well.\nListening to what Don Sandoval had to say after their initial greetings, Diego was caught off guard by the heavy-handed hints the man was giving off to Diego about how he saw him as a potential suitor for his daughter, due to the lack of confidence in his sons running the estate. Though, Diego was interested in this proposition, he knew better than to get too enamored, too quickly. Instead, Diego feigned disinterest by replying, \"Oh I am sure, once your sons have had a hard the de Trajan in the hot California sun, they will toughen up and become more dependable.\" Diego added a slight chuckle with his words to show the light-hearted manner of his statement.\nDaniela's behavior was oddly refreshing for Diego. Despite her polite act, Diego was able to note her rejection. Considering the hints her father had been dropping on him, Diego assumed Daniela likely though he was another one of her father's suitors come to try and whisk her off her feet. Though he was attracted to her, becoming a suitor for Daniela was not what Diego wanted to do, at least not now.\nAfter Don Miguel left to go gather his sons and their wives, Diego found himself alone with Daniela, or with her \"momentarily in his care\" as her father put it. In order to lighten the mood Diego said, \"Seems like we already have something in common. Your father seems just as impatient to make you settle down as my father is of me. When my father sent me here to pick your family up, he made sure to mention that Don Sandoval had a beautiful daughter.\" Giving her a smile and a small chuckle he added, \"I swear, this must have been the dozenth time he has said something like that since I came home from university. I am sure you have had a similar experience with your father.\""
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"value": "The sound of a light melody rang through the moist breeze. Fall was changing to winter, and you could smell the damp in the air and see the color transition on the leaves. I hummed a light lullaby while raking the front stairs of our miniscule log cabin. The cottage house was just on the outskirts of the small village in France. I lived with my father, a lower class citizen trying to make a career out of his imagination a strong talent I inherited. Being an inventor, there was barely any money going into the household, but it didn't really matter. I hosted a small vegetable garden in the backward, and we got bread donated from the local bakery. We got by fairly well. I did my best to help around where I could here and there. But it was a small town, and paying for things with gold wasn't really the mode of payment it was more trading items and food, among other things. But still, it was a happy and untouched village.\nDusk was settling in and soon be to transfer over to dark, and my father had yet to return. He should have been home early morning, but no sign or hear from him yet. Of course, it was only normal to be late, sometimes a couple of days, but he was incredibly punctual, and I began to worry. I was just about to enter the cottage before I heard a muffled noise to my right. I turned only to be abruptly greeted by Philippe, the horse who had carried my father's cart into the forest. Philippe! What is it, boy? He looks confused and whipped his head around while making spitting noises with his mouth. Pieces of wood were dragging behind him. It was the remnants from the carriage. I ran to the door and unhooked a coat. I headed back and untied the broken wood and mounted the horse. Furthermore, I pulled on his reigns and after much struggle, finally got him to set back into the forest. He began to trot, but slowed himself when nearing the darkness of the woods. He made rough hissing sounds before backing up. With sudden flails, Philippe took off running, but turned around, and began to jump around as if something was attacking him. Philippe! Philippe! Whoa, boy! Whoa! I was thrown off of his back and he disappeared into the shadows of the trees.\nI stood up from the cold ground, groaning in pain from the rough landing. Furthermore, I was wrapped around in my cloak that I had thrown on before hopping on Philippe. Furthermore, I rolled around on the ground, like an injured worm trying to squirm for life. Furthermore, I stopped in my tracks to the sound of growling. My eyes shifted over to the sight of a pack of wolves looking down at me. A blob of drool fell onto my face. My body began to shiver in fear. Nice... doggies... The leader snapped, and I began to scream at the top of my petite lungs. I rolled around, finally standing on to my two feet where I was being pounced by raging wild animals. They latched onto my dress; shaking their heads from left to right and slowly tearing it piece by piece until there was almost nothing left. I picked up a log and began to defend myself. Once I smacked one out cold, the rest slowly started to wean off. Get away! I screamed. I was lucky, my skin was barely broken; but a few scratches here and there.\nFurthermore, I turned around, almost falling over to the sight of a gigantic castle standing tall in front of me. My legs wobbled over to the gates and I shook them hard until they swung open suddenly. I fell onto my face, the ripped cloak fluttering on top of me. My body trembled in cold. My dress was sprawled all over the ground behind me, in literal pieces, and I had but a few shreds of dress left to cover my thin image. Bringing myself to my feet, I wrapped the cloak around my body and approach the door. Hello? Hello!? Does anyone live here? Papa? Papa? Hello? I bumped my fists against the door. I heard the locks crack and cringe open. The door slowly leaned into the house to leave a small opening for myself. I looked around and poked my head in. Hello? My voice echoed throughout the palace. The house was in the dark except a few candles that lit up the path up a crumbling staircase. I crept up the stairway only to be lead to a dungeon. Papa? Papa! I ran over to the bars where he was hunched over, coughing, and trying to hold my hands.\nBelle...! You must leave! Now! Before it's to- He choked on his own words, coughing out a wad of blood from the back of his throat. I swore in the name of Christ, but he silenced me and continued to speak. Before he comes back, you have to escape. Leave me here... or you will end up just the same, or worse!\nI looked at him confused, He? Who's he? No. I'm not leaving! I'm going to get you out. There was a loud slamming noise behind me. Papa yelled out in protection as I turned around; pushing me away to try and get me to run. But his screams and pleas were blurred out in my mind. The only this I could focus on was the shadow enlarging before my very eyes. My jaw dropped open as I clenched the torn cloak to my nude body. My eyes bulged out of my face in fear. I couldn't recognize the huge figure before me, but judging by the sheer size of the thing, I knew I was in trouble; big, bad trouble."
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"value": "He had once been named Adam, a prince who had been less than kind to strangers, he had power, and he rarely respected anyone without the same sort of status. Kindness was not something he was known for, but he hadn't considered himself to be particularly cruel to others, just he treated them as their station in life warranted, those with power or money would be treated with a measure of respect while those without would need to learn that he was hardly the sort of person to care about their needs in the least.\nThe old gypsy woman had sought to teach him a lesson those years ago, cursing him in order to try to make him see the value of others but so far it had gone unlearned, if anything it had made him worse. Where before he just hadn't cared about others now he took out his anger on those who passed by, instead of not being willing to help those in need he would instead punish them, like the old man who had recently stopped by trying to get out of the cold, the Beast formerly known as Adam had instead thrown him inside the dungeon of his manor which had fallen into a state of disrepair.\nThe old man had of course begged to be released, said that he had a daughter that he needed to care for and of course feeling a little bit cruel at that moment Adam had informed him that if his daughter should come then the old man would go free, and she would take his place. He hadn't expected anything like that to happen but as he heard the wolves howling that night he had moved to investigate, seeing a lovely young woman pursued by them. He had felt moved to save her, not out of any kindness but more from a lust, something that he had not felt since his body first changed. Could this be the daughter that the old man had insisted would come for him?\nHe had followed her as she escaped the wolves and entered his home, a great deal of stealth being shown by something so large and bestial. Her mostly nude body only serves to further his freshly awakened desire. As ran into the dungeon he took his time following her, giving her a few moments alone with the old man before he interrupted. She will do nicely. He growled, his voice deep and close to that of an animal. Reaching out with one large paw like hand he gripped her arm. I will take her to her new home and be down to free you later one. With immense strength he began to drag her away."
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"value": "Something hairy, something foul, came to grab me that moment. It was such a sudden, violent snatch, that I was taken off my feet before I dragged about. My father screamed behind me. In his pathetic attempt to shake the bars open, he continued to plea for my release. He was a good man, willing to let his own life be taken for the safety of his daughter. But unfortunately, I was a better daughter and I would never leave my dear father to suffer and wither away. No! No! Please! My body lunged for the bars of the dungeon. I held on to his hand, but the strength of the force pulling me away was too great for me to hold on. Wait...! Wait...! I cried out, bubbles of tears beginning to accumulate and my eyes starting to swell. Papa, no! But I was in darkness now, and his face had disappeared. I couldn't see anything. Partially sobbing, I returned to glance at the form that had ripped me from my father. He, or it, was huge.\nMy mind was tangled in confusion as I tried to unravel the possibilities of your kind. Perhaps a cripple? Or just a diseased man? But wait, he was hairy. I dug my long nails into your wrist. Let him go! If you have me, why did him? I kicked and shoved, but it was so use. Who are you? What have you done to my father!? Can't you see he's sick! He needs help! Please! Let him free! My whining didn't seem to motive any less bad behavior. Then I quieted down. My hands grazed gently upon your forearm, exploring the means on this shape to fit the puzzle. That's when I realized whatever this was, was not in fact human, but a monster; a Beast.\nWhat... are you? A couple of tears strolled down my face, but they were soon drying up under my eyes, and I was too disturbed to shed anymore. Show me yourself! Don't be such a coward! I said angrily, my voice got louder, and it's vibe repeating itself down the hallow hallway. In the light, show me! Show me now! I want to see the face I'm agreeing to accompany... My hand finally separated from your grip and I stepped a couple feet back. There was a light graze of light around your shape. You were a much larger figure than I had anticipated originally. An odd shape, with a large torso, huge feet, and a bulky head. I was almost certain now, you were the Devil. Running away was not any option. This place was so big, and so dark, that I was more likely to run into a wall than to find an exit. The only thing I could do now is to plea, wait, and see."
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"value": "If he had known that he was thinking, if he had known that she was thinking that he was some foul animal then he would have probably been enraged, he might be greatly beastly, but he was hardly foul, his pride meant that he still put a great deal of effort into remaining clean, often using the lake out behind his manor in order to get clean, even with it frozen over he was unbothered by it, his thick fur keeping him warm even with the ice covering the lake.\nHer nails digging into him was hardly even a bother to him, the thick fur keeping her from being able to reach the skin and piercing it. Still it was a little bit annoying, and he would have to do something about to teacher her how to properly behave later on. Your father will be released later on. He assured her in his characteristic growl, even in the dark he was able to see perfectly, his eyes adapted to the gloom much better than her own were. I did promise your father that if his daughter came and would take his place I would release him after I caught him breaking into my home.\nHer demand to see his face though was a rather amusing one, he was more than twice her size and able to drag her along like she weighed nothing at all, but she was still trying to fight him in one way or another. Well if she wanted to see what he looked like that was her own call, not a very good idea he would say but if she desired it. Stopping for a moment he reached with his free hand into his cloak and withdrew a book of matches from a small internal pocket, striking one of them on the wall and using it to light a torch.\nWithin moments the hall they were in was illuminated by the glow of the fire which grew and illuminated him despite the gathering shadows. His face was revealed right away, bestial and twisted, horns growing from the fur of his head and tusks from his lips, his eyes like cold blue chips of ice that gazed down at his captive, waiting for her to react in fear to his appearance. I am the Prince of this Manor, but you may call me Master. He informed her as his face twisted into a sneer, his fingers curling around what little clothing she still covered herself with and tearing it away, unconcerned about the cold and draft, if she needed to stay warm she would stay close to him."
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"value": "There was absolutely no point in trying to plea anymore for my father's safety. It didn't sound like you would change your mind or course of action. I had already decided I would sneak out at night to release him, or at least try to find away to give him food or make medicine. I was skeptical about whether he'd even make it through the night. But all that was just another concern in the back of my mind. The whole situation was like a wild, twisted dream. I'm in an abandoned, crumbling castle; one that has mysteriously appeared and no one knows about where my Papa is trapped in a dungeon and I, barely holding on to a sheet of cloth, am I standing in front of a demonic creature I cannot explain; who wishes to hold me captive as a genre of slave. It was like a horrible nightmare I couldn't wake myself out of, no matter how horribly hard I tried.\nI clenched the shredded material tightly to my chest. My heart beat roughly against my chest, and I could feel the thumping against my hands that pressed against me. My legs were hopelessly revealed in all of their glory; slim, shapely, and slender. My concern was little towards my lower half, I was just intimate to keep my breasts and womanhood hidden behind whatever I could hide behind. Though, as the hallway soon lit up. My eyes hallowed into an empty stare which stormed into fear. I was clearly in shock; staring straight up at you at your animalistic physique. For a short moment, I had lost my breath and not in a good way. My mouth slowly parted as I gazed in disbelief. You were not human, but an animal that stood like that of a man. You had hair all over, and large sharp teeth with horns you were a demon, but not; definitely a beast. I had never seen anything close to this type of creature, and I was at a loss for words.\nMaster...? I gave a slight nod. My question was rather rhetorical. It was more of an agreement to something I wish not to call you by. But I didn't have a choice, and I understood that now. I was no match for something I didn't understand. If I didn't know what I was dealing with, how could I fight against it? I would be an even bigger fool. But your eyes did not look friendly. I let out a yelp as you ripped the cloak off of my nude body. No! How dare you... you... pervert! I covered my private with my right arm and hand, and the other rose to cup my breasts to shield myself from your eyes, but they were already roaming. I looked away in shame, my face turning red. My eyes returned to yours, Now what am I supposed to wear? A shiver erupted over me. It's so cold in here... Trembling was inevitable."
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"value": "So Wrong It's Right\nBlink x Sabre tooth\nIt hadn't been that long since my rescue, but it felt like those horrible days were long gone too far in my past to see. So much had happened since that time that I was proud to say I was a mutant again, and didn't wake up every morning wishing I could be normal. I was very fortunate in befriending Sabre tooth, Victor Creed, who I see as a personal savior. Literally the first person I saw as the X-Men invaded the premises. At first, I was completely startled by the beastly being that approached, but upon learning I understood that he was no monster at all. I had previously heard of him as a villain, but those days were long over when he took me in; which he did as his own. He nurtured me; healed me both physically and even mentally. He opened his home to me, and for that, I am forever grateful.\nScouting the area, we faced danger. It had been a good while since we last greeted a battle. Things had been very quiet in the past few weeks. It was a nice vacation, but all vacations unfortunately always came to an end. There was no normal life being an active mutant. Attacked by an unknown force; bullets spewed the area. Like usual, Victor protected me with his life, ensuring no matter what that I was out of target for any weapon fire. We were greatly outnumbered, and for once, I needed to take initiative to save him. Quickly focusing I teleported the two of us back to our home. It was a cowardly thing to do in the middle of a heated battle, but it was unnecessary to fight when we could easily flea.\nBreathing heavily from the battle, I ended up at the other end of the room from him when arriving here. I signed, looking over to his arm as I approached. I had too. Furthermore, I defended myself immediately, knowing full well that many mutants would find my teleport flea was chicken, and degrading. We were wasting our energy. Well return when were properly equipped. They'll probably be waiting for us, anyway I grabbed his arm in my hand. I grimaced at the shards of shrapnel embedded deep in his skin. I caressed his hand briefly turning away. Don't lick it! I walked over to a drawer and pulled out a more advanced first aid kit. I grabbed a set of tweezers and returned to him. Re-grabbing Victors arm, I hovered my hand over the wound. My solid green eyes illuminated lightly as larger pieces disappeared from his flesh. With each bullet teleporting to a table next to me, there was a light flicking sound of the steel hitting the wood. Stay still please. I used the tweezers to carefully pull out anything left over and too small to teleport with absolute certainty. I placed each piece in the same pile as the others.\nHaving removed everything, I watched as the spotted wounds closed and healed. I set the instrument down before grazing my soft pink hand over the once-wounded area. I gave a gentle smile as I looked back up to Victor. Furthermore, I was taken aback by the simple fact that he was gazing down at me. His beautiful physique and piercing eyes infatuated me, and without conscious realization, I pushed my body against his; reaching to press my lips confidently on his. The warm kiss only last a couple of seconds before I became aware of what I had just done. Immediately pulling back, my eyes were wide, and my cheeks became flush with embarrassment. I I'm sorry. I stuttered, not knowing what to do or what to say. My instinct screamed danger, and I felt an urge to run away. I don't know what came over me- I turned away, moving past him to head for the door. I didn't need to use the door, but in a moment of complete confusion, I forgot I was anything but a normal blushing adolescent. That was deeply inappropriate. I should leave-My heart beat savagely inside the confinements of my chest. All I could focus on was how right the kiss felt, yet how unbelievably wrong it was."
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"value": "Even with the amount of time that had passed since their last taste of combat, Victor Creed, commonly known as Sabre tooth was not one to just sit around and wait. His free time wasn't so much used for recreation as it was for practice and combat training. Though, he considered it recreation. Nothing helped him calm the animal within more than tearing apart training drones with his bare hands. He may not be a villain anymore, but his fighting style was as vicious and animalistic as ever. It's what made him a great pair with Blink. She was more tactically aware than he was. Combine that with his impressive hand-to-hand abilities, and they were a team to be reckoned with. Also didn't hurt that they had a lot of chemistry with one another, making it easy for them work well together. Though, he wasn't fond of how cautious she was. Even when greatly outnumbered and facing inevitable defeat, Victor was the kind to keep fighting and never stop fighting till he or any opponent was dead. So, it was no surprise that he wasn't entirely happy that Blink had suddenly withdrawn them from the fight.\nShe was right to go right on the defensive, as he started to open his mouth to gripe and lecture her, but just growled and mumbled under his breath when she cut him off. Though, her little don't lick it comment got a quick glare from him.\n\"Very funny....\" he replied in his deep, gruff voice, plopping down into a nearby wooden chair, which creaked and strained a bit under the weight of his impressive frame. There was really no need for her to tell him to be still when she returned and got to work on the bullets, as while there indeed was pain, it was not nearly the worst he had experienced. So, he didn't flinch in the least bit as she got to work removing the bullets and other shrapnel. The only movement of his body being his skin and muscles quickly growing back together with the removal of each piece of metal. But, even with his impressive instincts, he was not able to predict what happened next. He managed to crack a small smile as she looked up at him, but was majorly caught off guard when she suddenly pressed her young, sexy body against him and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss, eyes going wide in shock and confusion as she did so.\nBecause of his shock at the sudden act, he wasn't able to say a thing when she pulled back and began talking herself, apologizing for what she had done. But, as he began to grasp the situation and just what had happened, confusion was not the feeling that began to fill his head. When she had reached the door, he found his own emotions starting to take over as he stood and stepped to her, a large hand reaching up to her shoulder, resting there a moment before he gently turned her around. Immediately after she faced him, his other arm went around her slender waist and pulled her body flush against his, gazing down at her a moment before this time....he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers"
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"value": "As I neared the door, I heard nothing. Not even a single peep. That was my confirmation that I had done wrong. That you were in such shock you could not speak. It had to be out of disgust. The look on your face was jarring and heart-breaking. I had made the biggest mistake and now, the relationship was going to suffer because of my temporary insanity. How could I have been so foolish? I held my hands together nervously, scratching my knuckles subconsciously. I wanted to teleport my way out of here and save myself any further embarrassment, but I was too distraught, and couldn't focus on any other location.\nRight before I reached the door, I felt a warm hand lightly graze my shoulder. My shoulders tense immediately, and I stared at the hood of the door, just inches from my face. My heart was beating steadily, and I took a deep breath in as the hand guided me to turn around. At first, I didn't look at you. My eyes were lowered and glancing at the ground beside us. But soon, my eyes moved to face you. I twitched as another hand grasped my waist. Startled I looked down briefly before returning my attention to the man before me. That moment, I was immensely confused. I had just spent the last, long, grueling 30 seconds that I had ruined everything; my whole life, and now I was being accepted.\nI sunk into your large arms, allowing your gentle eyes to seduce me. As you leaned to kiss me, I closed my eyes, moving forward to push my lips once again against yours. I wrapped my arms around your neck, holding our faces close together as I kissed you long and passionately. Briefly forgetting to breathe, I broke the kiss but lingered my lips barely centimeters away my hot breath beating against your lips. I took a breath in, waited just a moment, and then grabbed you almost aggressively; pulling you into an open-mouth kiss as I leaned backwards, slamming into the door I once so eagerly tried to use to escape.\nMy hands trailed down your chiseled chest; roaming instinctively further and further down until I grimed the band of your pants. My slim fingers curled eagerly around the belt, unsnapping the buckle before pausing. I didn't know what was happening, but I was losing control of myself. A feeling of great sensuality came over me. With a light push downward, your pants fell to your knees."
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"value": "Even a very forward man like Victor was caught off guard by Blinks sudden shift. One second, she was regretful and embarrassed for her actions. The next, she seemed to become an animal, craving his touch in every sense of the word. Still, if she wanted it....wild, there was no better man to give it to her. Just as her urges started to take over her, so too did the same happen to him. Probably even more so, considering his mutation. All his instincts were increased to animal like levels. The mating instinct was just one of those. No surprise that when....riled up, he could really give it to her.\nSo, it only took a moment for Victor to \"catch up\" with her, hands starting to roam up and down her back and slender hips, as he returned the now rather fiery kiss. And when she pulled down his pants, all bets were off. There was no turning back from this, and he made it obvious he had no intentions to do so. He reluctantly broke the kiss, but only to swiftly remove his shirt, tossing it to the side and stepping out of his pants, leaving his impressive figure covered only in boxer shorts, then went immediately back to making out with her. This time, his hands started to wander to more intimate areas, one of which found itself sliding up to her full, perky breast, softly squeezing and needing the flesh through the material of her green outfit. But, that wasn't all, as his other hand sought out bare skin, reaching under the back flap of her outfit to run over her silky smooth thigh, occasionally running over her firm butt.\nAnd even then, he was actually holding back. If he were to let the animal loose, so to speak, he'd have torn her outfit off and be ravaging her like an animal right now. But, even as passion and sensual urges took them over, he restrained enough to not lose control. Though, with the fiery emotions running between the two of them, that could very well be something they both wanted. For him to just let lose and show her all his passion and emotions towards her in the most intimate of physical ways."
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"value": "I didn't know what I was doing; what came over me. It was a side of me that I hadn't unleashed ever. Perhaps it had been bottled up for so long, that now... now that I was comfortable being a sensual woman, I was ready. Ready to give it my all and no longer be afraid of men; or be afraid of sex. And for a long time too long I had been. I had nightmares of being violated. I had nightmares of being abused. Since I had been locked up and held hostage. I still imagine, every day... I whispered suddenly in a short breath; ultimately breaking the kiss to look into your eyes. ...the moment where you come in and save me. I was referring to the day I had been freed of Sugar Man's cruelties and thus saved from a life of jail and suffering. Thank you... I grazed my teeth against your firm neck, lightly running my tongue up to the side of your face, where my lips met yours again. I grasped a lock of golden hair behind you and intensely held on as I locked lips and let out all of my passion against you.\nThe feeling of your manly hands running along my smooth skin gave me the chills. I wanted my clothes off. All off. Ripped off. Off as fast and they can get off. I broke the kiss, but held my hot lips lightly against yours and whispered, I want you. I want all of you. Every bit of it. I lightly bit my lip to the thought of a beastly creature showing me how to be a real woman. I needed that. Furthermore, I longed for that. And the only person I wanted it to be with was with you. I grabbed the hand that rubbed my skin, pulling it from my leg to under my light colored dress. Trailing it up to my stomach and finally leading your hand to my bare flesh. Squeezing your hand to squeeze my soft breast, I looked you straight as I did it, too. Lust and passion swirled in deep abyss of my glowing green eyes.\nSuddenly, I was in a rush to get my clothes off. I tore off my red studded belt and launched it across the room."
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"value": "The feelings she had for him....the lust that filled her body, Victor felt as well. He had done his best to keep them bottled up. Not just because of him not being a very emotional man, but also because of their relationship, which after her rescue, took on a very father/daughter like role. But still, during those years, he could not deny the romantic love for her that had gradually developed. And all of it. All the emotion and lust was flooding up to the surface, ready to break out. And when she broke the silence and spoke to him, Victors intense, protective eyes gazed into hers, never looking away.\nAnd then when she whispered how she wanted him, ALL of him, that just flipped that switch in him. If she wanted a beastly creature to ravish her, she was most certainly going to get her wish. The beast she wanted to be let out a light, please growl when she grabbed his hand that had been exploring her leg, and started to lead it up her body. Crossing that firm, flat stomach, only coming to a stop when they both reached her soft, perky breast. He was glad to lightly squeeze the soft orb in his hand, needing no lead from her to do so. And that look she gave him as she did so....it drove him more wild than anything that had happened in these past minutes. And that was it for him.\nThe incredible desire to ravage her, combined with his own swelling emotions filled his intense eyes as he swiftly withdrew his hand from under her green outfit, only to reach both hands up on each of her sides, taking a grip of her green outfit with his clawed hands. Soon, the lusty silence was broken by the sound of tearing, as her green outfit began to split, threads tearing from each other as more and more of her lovely pink skin was revealed as she got her lusty desire with Victor beginning to tear her clothes off her body."
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"value": "Layla was one of the Danish hunter she was wear a scouts outfit that was a short par of fur shorts with a short fur tank top, and she was given the mission to scout of silver moon city tracking the hordes troop movement as she did so she took meticulous notes writing down how well armed they were and when the guard patrols were coming through and shifts were changing of the guards along with when the time of when the trade caravans showed up.\nShe had been there for a few days without sleep she had found a spot where she knew no guard were going to come by and laid down to get some rest that she had not had in a few days then return home to report what she had found then move onto to her next job they had thought as she slowly fell asleep with her eyes closing tell she past out."
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"value": "A silent snarl, played from the nostrils of a wolf, now nearly prone, prepared to charge, in a certain direction, played through the air, catching the attention, of a tall Blood Elf woman. She wore a tight suit, representing her Masters colors, purple and red.\n\"What've you got, Yimirheim?\" She asked, with a low voice, grasping her bow and quiver, throwing it over her shoulder. She nodded a male Orc, resembling a brute, and a slim male Troll, over and walked to her wolf. The wolf set off, at a fast pace. The Blood Elf sat after it, at an equally fast pace, the two companions, following as fast as they could.\nThey quickly reached the little clearing, the Drained had decided to rest in. The Blood Elf female, stared out from a bush, narrowing her eyes, discussed to see one of her kind, on their territory. She directed her followers, in different directions, so the Drained would be surrounded, and then finally leaped from the bush, preparing an arrow, on the string of her bow, pointing it at the Drained.\n\"Wake up, you filthy creature!\" She shouted. The Orc, and the Troll, in mere seconds, stood on each side of the Drained, giving her no route, to attempt to escape via. Even the wolf, jumped out from the bush, but as it was about to strike the Drained, the Blood Elf snarled at it, in her own tongue, stopping it, but not from growling, menacingly, at Layla."
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"value": "She had waked up and stood up slowly thinking to her self when she saw the three of them\" filthy creature! What? Ow well well well you three sure don't lay out the red carpet for people do you guys must not be guards because they do not come thought this area I guess it is now time for me to take my leave but you're not going to let me are you ow well\" she had said then threw an ice grenade in the middle of their group freezing them in place were they could not move giving her time to run as call as large white owl by whistling, and it swoops over and picks her up by her shoulders and flies off with her setting her down in the cover of the forest\njumping on her album that was waiting her she had landed and rode off heading to alliance lands as she had shown that she was no beginner in the job getting far ahead of them when the ice finally breaks freeing them as she is now halfway to the ghost lands were she might have allies waiting for her to report so they must not let her get there so they needed to stop her at all costs for the security of silver moon city and the hard but how were they going to catch such a tricky hunter as this."
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"value": "The Drabness words, where far too calm, for her not to have a backup plan, warning the Blood Elf, already by the start. As the grenade was taken out, she let go of the arrow, having it fly through the air, not playing around with the bow, she was pointing at the Drained with.\nAs the grenade had frozen them, it took mere seconds, for the talisman around the Blood Elf neck, to flare up, releasing her from the eyes, preemptively. She stared at the others, shaking her head, before she sat after then hunter. Her eyes followed the white Owl, as it flew off with the Drained. She sat up pace, whistling loudly. Mere moments later, a Hawk strider appeared by her side. She leaped upon it, and sat after the other hunter, being far faster, then any simple Horde guard would, wearing an Insignia of the Horde.\nAs she spotted the Drained, still rather far ahead of her, she narrow her eyes. She prepared an arrow on her bow, aiming high, and shooting a trap arrow, ahead of the Drained, should she hit it, rooting either her mount, or them both, to the ground."
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"value": "Being a master of survival she was not one to be easily entangled in such things as she slashed the roots cutting them down before they could entangle her with her spear then fires her rifle at her with a round they had broken up in into many fragments meant to spook the staider so she could run off slowing her down as much as she could so she could make her way to the ghost lands to be home free she had almost made it cause of a stroke of very bad like as a flock of large crazed wild dragon hawks swarm her knocking her off her mount as they tried to protect there eggs she had cut them down one by one easily, but there were is many that she could not leave so soon her mount as ran off not knowing where it went as she is suck fight to get of the nest of the dragon hawks.\nAs the elf made it to her, she could not move cause of her leg that had been burned from the dragon hawks so she could not stand unless she was treated she had sat there holding her legs as she watched the girl ride up\" well good show looks like you win today cause of my stoke of bad luck seems like lady luck looks down on me today\" she had said as she watched blood run down her scorched leg with her spear broken and her gun out of range."
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"value": "The ranger sneered, as she saw her ice, being broken so easily. She sniffed a few times, realizing where they were. She grinned, as she saw Dragon Hawks attack the Drained, and she grunted wickedly, slowing down her pace, letting the Hawks do their work. Furthermore, she jumped off her Strider, and shot several arrows, after a few of the Dragon Hawks, so they fled, not foolish animals, knowing a match, and two enemies, even though one previously wounded, where too much.\nThe woman, slowly stepped closer to the wounded Drained, and sneered a single time.\n\"I should cut you down right where you sit... You're race must be either desperate, or getting far too cocky, sending a scout to our lands.\" Her voice, sent a sneer through them, making it clear, what she wanted the most. But she had to submit to her Masters will, and he wanted scouts, delivered to him.\n\"On the contrary. 'Lady Luck', is smiling upon you, since I'm not in command of the lands you trespassed, so I don't get to chose your fate.\" Her upper lip jumped slightly, and she turned her face away, discussed by the idea, of helping the Drained. But she tossed a bandage, and a salve for the wounded Drained, and put her bow, back on her back. \"Then again. Id bout my Masters plans, will be much different. He dislikes trespassers, as much as I. Patch that up. Don't want you dying, before we present you.\" She sneered, and crossed her arms, awaiting her comprises."
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"value": "The leg was bandaged, and the bleeding had been stopped but most of the mussels burned off so she could not walk then said being a smart ass \"sure I would love to go if I could walk so how am I going to get there\" as her face show the clear expression of pain on her face so it had be carried something that would have been easy for the orc, but he was far off left in the dust where he was trap still finally breaking the ice so she was thrown onto the elf's mount and walked all the way to the to their commander then thrown in front of him wincing in pain as she looked at him and said\" so you're the commander I thought you would be like the orc commander I killed a fat bastard\" she said as she tried to keep the presser off of her leg that was now bleeding through the bandage cause the skin had come off."
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"value": "The female Blood Elf, had simply grunted irritatedly, at the smart comments, from the Drained. She had harshly thrown her to her mount, and lead her to her Masters Mansion. The Master, tall, with reddish skin, flaring green eyes, long red hair, and a wicked face, stared down at the Drained, as she was thrown in front of his throne. The Blood Elf ranger, bowed deeply, and didn't turn her eyes to the Master again.\n\"A Scout. Master. I bet she was going to report.\" She was interrupted by the Masters hissing voice.\n\"Badly wounded? What was your orders. Ta'at...\" He said, with a voice of discuss. The Blood Elf woman whined, stepping a little back, looking away. \"Pain! Take care of Ta'at.\" He said, turning his head lightly back, as a Succubus passed him, gaining wickedly, with her reddish eyes at the ranger. The ranger whimpered, and took a few steps back again.\n\"N. No! It. It wasn't me. She ran into a Noah!\" She squirmed as the Succubus' whip, swirled through the air, dipping her shirt, making a red mark right away, on her exposed skin, before being dragged away.\nThe Masters attention then fell over the Drained again, with his eyes narrowed. He snorted.\n\"Had I been that kind of commander, my primitive scouts, would've already put you down, in a pool of your own blood.\" He said, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, as his green eyes, eyed Layla's body, and he tilted his head slightly. He then pointed on the floor, closer to him, just before his feet.\n\"Come over here.\" He said, with a stern excretion. He clearly expected her to do so, on own terms. Meaning she'd have to crawl there, didn't matter to him. If she didn't do as ordered, disciplinary actions, where in order. Even better."
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"value": "To make sure she did not look weak in front of this man she had stood on her badly wounded leg and waled over to him and stand were he had told her to as she walked blood bled through the bandage then had run down her leg dripping as she walked over then pooled at her feet then flowed to his feet dirtying his boots as she stood in front of him and said to him when she got there\" OK I am her so what do you want mister glowing eyes and ow ya that message I was reporting to the outpost she is making it the right about now my owl can fly a long ways\" being a smart ass and a bitch at the same time as she was showing that she was a lot smarter than she looked\" Why am I her I thought the horde killed scouts pr have things changed because I will gladly be on my way back to boogie bay back to the card game."
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"value": "The Masters eye, followed Layla closely, still with narrowed, angered eyes, by the great disappointment in his subjects. These wounds where greatly unnecessary, and ruined the scenery. To not mention the floor. His eyes traveled, to a couple of Blood Elf women, standing not far from them, and he got eye contact with one. He nodded his head towards the Drained, and the woman approached. The Masters eye, slowly turned back on Layla, and where narrowed. He then reached a hand for her, grabbing her shirt, should she not get away in time, and pulled it hard, to forced her down on her knees.\n\"To you, I'm no mister, if your lucky, I won't have to be your executioner, either!\" He sneered, tightening the grip, on her fur shirt. He then eyed her slightly again, his per lip shaking in anger. \"And you won't be going to Booty bay, or even playing any cards, for a long time, little pest. Keep up that tongue, and the Horde morals, just might come in play.\" He tilts his head, and made a thoughtful excretion. \"The message, I care little about. The Hordes way of transporting goods, is primitive, I don't use such methods. And the Hordes interests, is not mine. Entirely, at least. I would agree to one thing though... I'd love to see you're filthy race, dead or in chains!\" He sneered, pushing her back, possibly so she'd sit. The woman who approached, then walked closer to Layla, and put a hand on her most wounded leg, not being gentle at all, as light shined from her hand, slowly healing the muscle, but not giving her, a replacement, for the blood she had lost, so she'd still be weak, from the blood loss."
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"value": "Trying to stay wake she yawns from the blood loss being very tired she says to him\" so if you don't care about the horde what's the point in keeping me hear it's not like I am effecting you in any way, so I don't see the point of keeping me here, and I am not with the alliance I just work for them because they pay me\" sighing she says\" guess there not going to be any Dark moon Special Reserve for me tonight\" when she pulled out her flask seeing that it was empty then leaned against the wall and said to her self as she moaned why me then she had soon pasted out from the blood lose passing out on the floor then slept for a few hours waking up not knowing where she was on some sort of fancy bed."
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"value": "The commanders green eyes, stared down the rather talkable Drained, as his eyes slowly narrowed. She had far too big a mouth. Talked far too much. Not only talking when spoken to. She had to learn her place. Had to learn to keep hers, when not told to let it out. He watched her lean against a wall, narrowing his eyes even more, as she seemed to pass out. He rolled his eyes, as he watched the legs heal. Furthermore, he stood up, and waved his hand dismissively. \"Bring her to my chamber, I'll see to her later.\"\nA few hours later, she had been brought to his chamber, and put in his bed, where she awoke. The commander stood on the other side of the room, his green eyes, the only thing visible. \"You asked why you were kept here? Why do you think, dear Drained? You're an arch enemy of my people. Perhaps, torture, and dismay where in order? What's to stop me, from giving you many weeks of torment, for my own pleasures' sake?\" He spoke silently, as he slowly left the shadows, so his red and golden robe got visible again, the flaming green eyes, fixated upon her."
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"value": "Now vary annoyed she says to him as she stretches out on the bed \"keep me for your own pleasures you don't see the time to keep pets other than demons so is it that I am You're an arch enemy or is it that you want something more cause normally enemies would kill one another with no questions asked\" she had said as she laid back with her arms behind her head crossing her legs giving a glimpse of her underwear which was fancy that was made of a mixer of mages weaves and netherweve dyes black hidden under her fur clothes then says to the warlock \"if you're going to keep me here give me alcohol where I can get drunk were you seem more attractive because I am sorry the large eyebrows don't work for you\" she said getting comfortable where she could fall asleep again."
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"value": "As Admiral Zhao held the captive Too in his clutches, the moon became an angry red, cutting away the power of the Water benders from their sole source. Gang, Soda, Kitara, Due and the others approached him and demanded that he put the spirit back into the oasis. Iron, who was devoted to the Four Nations staying separate than being united under the Fire Nation's reign, was more infuriated with Zhao's cruelty.\n\"Whatever you do to that spirit, I'll unleash on you tenfold! Let it go now!\" He demanded of Zhao.\nZhao forcefully obliged and released the Moon Spirit back into the oasis, restoring the red moon to its original white. But then, in a fit of rage, unleashed a streak of fire at the oasis. But at the same time, the only living Air bender, out of reflex, intervened, and sent a kick of air at the Fire bending Master and his flames, sending him into the water and putting him out, saving the spirits from being cooked. Kitara got near Zhao and his soldiers, who were also knocked into the water, and froze them in ice, preventing them from Fire bending.\n\"You might've stopped me, but you can't stop the fleet,\" Zhao told them. \"You're as good as dead.\"\nThen, Gang, with his tattoos glowing brightly, uttered, with the voice of his past lives, \"No. We are not dead. Not yet.\"\nWading into the oasis, as though he were driven by the desire to protect the Northern Water Tribe in any way he knew was possible, and the Avatar State was the answer. The Moon and Ocean Spirits glowed and sunk into the water's deep darkness along with Gang, who followed them. The waters of the oasis and the pool surrounding it rose up into the air and created some sort of monster made of spiritually-enriched water, with the Avatar in a some sort of air bubble and the KOI fish beneath it. It left to seek out any Fire Nation soldiers and when it did, the Water Tribe people would submit and be spared while the enemy was taken by the water until the creature came to the ocean where the fleet was located, trying to retreat. The water creature unleashed giant waves that capsized all but three ships that were too far away for the waves to hit, but the ones that were hit had their passengers trying to swim to safety on some metallic driftwood that came loose from the sunken ships. Soaked and unable to Fire bend, the soldiers were at the mercy of the water beast, which sent more waves and washed them all far away from the tribe.\n-x-\nThe following day, with the spirits safely protected from the Fire benders (and with Zukor and Iron disappearing from the tribe during the defeat of the navy fleet), Chief Ar nook announced that the threat had passed and a time for rebuilding was to begin. Zhao and the few Fire benders that were with him would be taken back to the Fire Nation's waters and left to be dealt with. Master Park decided that he, along with a few Water benders, Healers and soldiers would journey to the Southern Water Tribe to help rebuild.\n\"But Gang still needs to master Water bending,\" Kitara, who had been informed, reminded him.\n\"Well, then, I guess he'll have to start calling you 'Sight Kitara', then, hmm?\" Park told him, declaring her a Master Water bender.\nGang, still a little dazed after what had happened last night, couldn't believe that he entered the Avatar State and defeated an entire navy fleet with the help of the Moon and Ocean Spirits and his own past lives, protecting the entire North Pole from sure destruction. As he looked down at the destroyed buildings that the war had made, he pondered how long the onslaught would continue until he had mastered all the elements and defeated Fire Lord OAI. How much longer were people going to live in fear of the Fire Nation? How long until they lost their homes and the people they loved? And how long until they even lost their hope?\nSoda, on the other hand, was packing up for the group before they set out to the Earth Kingdom in order for Gang to learn Earth bending from Bump, the only Master Earth bender they knew and trusted. While feeding APA some hay. Much was on his mind as the young warrior thought about a certain princess."
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"value": "Due argued with her father even as he hugged her close to his chest, static that she was well and safe. He planned to throw a large celebration in Gang and Soda's honor for keeping his daughter safe. Due pulled away and shook her head,\"I am sorry father, but I cannot stay. I see now that my path is to join the others and help Gang on his journey to master the elements. I know they already have a Water bender and I have limited powers now that the moon spirit is safe, but I have to try.\" she explained to him, despite his look of doubt and sadness.\nShaking her head, she kissed her father on the cheek,\"Do not fret father, I shall be safe. After all, Soda has already sworn to protect me and as you can see, he is doing a fine job so far.\" she said. Her father shook his head, \"He cannot protect Gang as well as yourself. What use is your life if all you would do is drag them down.\" he asked her but Due wouldn't let his words stop her. She was determined.\nIt wasn't long before she came down the path by APA carrying just a single bag of possessions. \"I would like to join your journey and help in whatever manner I may if you will have me.\" she said as she looked over at Gang and then at Soda before her pale face blushed slightly at the sight of him. She would have been a liar to say she wasn't scared, but somehow knowing Soda would protect her made it more tolerable."
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"value": "As Soda forked large amounts of hay for the flying bison, his mind continually lizard on the first girl that Soda ever truly loved. Ski was just a fling that happened in the heat of the moment while on Kyushu Island, this was... different. Soda was smitten by her at first site. Things had worked out so well, he played it cool most of the time, other than that time of walking into the water. He thought that this would be the chance to feel like what his father felt for his mother. Then there was that night... the night of the news.\nWhy? Why him of all people?! Why did he have to love a princess that was getting engaged to someone else?!?! He couldn't naive that this was what it was going to be like for the rest of his life, just a bunch of \"maybes\" and nothing serious. What made it worst was that he actually got to meet the man that was going to marry Due. It only made him feel worse. He didn't deserve her, no matter how good of a warrior he clams to be. The idiot couldn't even take down one fire bender. Sighing, he finished feeding APA and sat down on a stool next to him.\nHe reached into his bag and pulled out two items, his bladed boomerang and a whet stone. He turned the stone in his hand a few times, feeling the cold and smooth surface of the stone. Furthermore, he then put the stone over the blade of the boomerang and slid it over, smoothing out the kinks and notches that fire nation armor caused. Furthermore, he repeated the motion until a small sound broke the silence of the pen. Furthermore, he looked up and saw the object of his thoughts in front of him.\nThe forbidden fruit that he would never get to take part of. She had a bag in her hand and announced her accompanying the group. He set the stone and boomerang down. \"I don't think that's a good idea, Due. You have a duty to your people and your...\" He didn't want to say it, but he knew that the words would have to leave his tongue, \"Future... husband.\" The words tasted like rotten fish as they left his mouth."
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"value": "Due had tears fill her eyes at Soda's statement and reaction to her request to come with were not the ones that she had expected or wanted to hear. Her throat suddenly had a glacier in it and she was having trouble swallowing. Taking a few deep breaths, watching her breath crystallize on the air, she managed to find her word. \"Hahn was never my true love, and he died at Zhao's hands during the attack. Thrown overboard into the ice water and died before our clan could get to him.\" she said flat out, her voice at a breaking point as she breathed fast, trying to keep the tears from coming on.\n\"Thanks to Gang and you, my clan is safe for now and my father is here to serve them. I have done my duty to my people and now my duty rests with Gang.\" she said, squaring her shoulders and forcing back the pain in her throat as she looked at him. \"I wish to serve the Avatar and my people will respect my decision as will my father.\" she said as she hiked the bag up on her shoulder. Maybe she was wrong about Soda, maybe he did indeed feel nothing for her."
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"value": "Soda hated to see her cry when he told her that it would be best for her to stay. He never wanted to make her cry, it was the last thing in the world that he wanted to see, but he knew that it was yesterday. Last night he caught a glimpse of what true fear felt like. To have the one you live in the constant line of danger and frightened of what may come at the turn of a corner. He didn't know if he could handle that feeling.\nThen she decided to do something that was turning out to be something she was perfect at, dropping big news. His head shot up and looked at her in disbelief, \"Hahn is dead?\" Soda didn't know how to feel about that news. Hahn dying removed that obstacle for him and Due to be together, but... it was a life. Sure Hahn was an arrogant jerk who only cared about his political career and marrying Due to advance that rather than loving her and carrying like she's the most important girl in the world... but he was a member of the Water tribe Nation. \"I... I didn't know that, I'm sorry for bringing that up.\"\nHe then petted her cheek with his gloved hand. \"Due... you have to understand why. I would love nothing more than to take you with us... but out there is a whole Fire nation army looking for us and spirits know what who else. If you go, then I run the chance of losing you... and I can't stand the thought of that happening.\""
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"value": "Due looked at Soda as he rubbed her cheek before pulling back, her white hair flowing around her as she had taken it out of its ridiculous royal hair do, and it was now streaming freely down her back. \"I am sorry Soda, but you cannot push me away and reel me in as you please.\" she said straight forward as she watched him. Watching the deaths of her people and her fiancé last night had hardened her from the entirely innocent and soft person she had been. Though still soft, she was indeed a bit more grounded in her thoughts, but not much.\n\"We have aided you in your quest, and you have saved our nation, and we do appreciate this, but if you refuse to take me along then I will be forced to with hold the Water tribes help when the time comes that you will need it again.\" she said. This was not the truth as she would never be able to not help Gang and Soda, but she prayed that he wasn't brave enough to call her bluff. \"Please, I know I can do some good for you and the world by helping in the quest. Just think, you will never have to do womanly chores again.\" she said, smiling softly."
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"value": "Soda wanted to pull her back as she tore herself away. Her outrageous claims upset him, \"Due, I'm not trying to toy with you! I'm trying to protect you. Something I promised myself that I would do. Now please calm down.\" He was sad to see that her hair had gotten torn down. He actually really enjoyed it when it was up in her elaborate styles. Though he had to admit, the new style did help her new attitude and stance. It was fierce and passionate, it had him a little afraid of her now. She even went as far as to threatened no cooperation from the Northern Water Tribe. He didn't know what to think of this play, was she serious, or was it merely a bluff to get him to cooperate with her.\nHe finally relented, \"Fine... you can join us. Though I do expect you to do my laundry from now on.\" He had a spy smile on his face saying the last requirement."
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"value": "Due looked at Soda for a moment before her attitude moved from deadly serious to happy again before nodding. \"Yes, I will do your laundry. I'll make sure it's so clean that its in ashes.\" she said as she smiled at him, threatening to put his clothes of the fire if he thought she was going to clean his grimy close. With how often Abbey sneezed on him, she was not about to clean up bison snot off of clothes every day.\n\"I am sorry Soda. I would never refuse to help the Avatar in his quest, but I could not risk you saying no. I have nothing to serve here and the only place I could think to be use is with you guys.\" she said as she smiled softly at Gang and Soda. \"Plus, how can you protect me if you are halfway around the world?\" she questioned as she picked up her bag that she had dropped during arguing with him. \"Now I highly doubt you want to stay here and live in the palace with me as my servant, so I guess I will just have to come with you.\" she said with a wicked little grin before moving over and started to pet Abbey while he ate."
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"value": "Soda's smile vanished from his face when the thought of his clothes burning entered his mind. The clam and temper ant warrior lost the clam and his face turned red with embarrassment and fear, \"Wait... y-y-you wouldn't really do it? W-would you?\" Thinking back on his robes he could see her point. If he could count the number of times the robes had become so dirty that he questioned whether they would be even fit to wear was too many. \"I guess I wouldn't blame you on that one. We really need to get some new clothes.\"\nHe was at least relieved to hear that her threat was actually just a mere bluff. \"We'll at least you would be willing to help us there.\" He let out a chuckle of relief as he watched he moves to place her pack on to APA. He moved next to her and helped her strap the pack on to the saddle. Her thought on him staying at the palace actually had him pondering it himself. \"I don't know, the palace seemed nice a few nights ago. Plus all of that foods was pretty great. Plus, I kind of think you would want to see me in a servants uniform.\""
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"value": "Due laughed softly at Soda stammering about her burning the clothes. The thought had crossed her mind quite a few times when she had seen the state of them over the past week of them being in the region, but she would never do something like that on her own volition without first asking if it was alright and finding replacements. \"I kind of took it upon myself to find you some new clothes.\" she said as she looked back at the servants at the top of the hill holding a bundle of new clothes for each of them. \"I figured it could be my gift for you allowing me to journey with you since you are taking on another mouth to feed.\" she said softly.\nDue paused when he mentioned him in a servant outfit and smiled as she looked back at the servants holding the clothes. \"Yeah, that may be fun.’s he said wit a laugh before moving around the front to pet Abbey again while the servants greeted them with the new clothes that she had gotten for them. She had even gotten abbey a large soft bristled brush that she could help clean his coat with."
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"value": "Miles was a mess, he could admit that to himself. Four months ago he had been dating the woman of his dreams, a cute blond, smart and funny, and he hadn't needed to hide any part of his life from her. Now he was laying back in his home, his room was a mess. To say he had taken the breakup hard would be an understatement one filled with empty pizza boxes, and broken dreams. He kept scrolling through old pictures through his phone, of soft blond hair, blue eyes, and a wondrous pale body. Every time he looked at the images of Gwen Stacy he felt pathetic.\nAnd it wasn't like he could just call her. Well he could, but if he punched in her phone number in this dimension he would get a different Gwen, one who had been through a lot already when she had watched her family be hurt time and time again by the collective problem.\nPeter Parker.\nYet he couldn't exactly bring himself to anger towards Peter, there was a lot more shared history between him and Gwen, her picking him made sense, but at the same time it had crushed Miles. He was currently laying on his bed, his spider suit was half on as he was wearing the shirt part, but the pants part was on the floor showing only boxers. His mask was next to his pillow as he laid back his eyes glued to those old photo's and selfies he had taken with her in a time that felt so long ago. Not all of them had been safe for work, and he knew it was proper to delete those once you stopped seeing a girl, but... well he had kept them anyway.\n~~~\nThere was an odd thrill in swinging through the city, though it was certainly an inefficient waste of his time he had enjoyed going through populated streets of the five districts that comprised of New York. The daily patrol took up too much of his time, but even so it was a chance for him to be around Gwen for a bit. There was still an odd disconnect between hearing her call him spider-man or even by name, but he was Parker now. Or at least he had enough of the man's memories to pass himself off as Parker.\nRekindling the romance with Gwen had been... well he had never really spent much time with a woman. It was equal parts frustrating and wonderful. Before he had always been focused on work, whereas now he barely had a job. It had been refreshing to have as much freedom as he did, especially freedom of movement.\nEvery time he pulled on a web and sent himself flying into the air released from gravity's control for a few seconds his heart pounded, and the wind in his ears helped quiet all the tiny doubts he had in his head before his body landed with a grace and ease against a wall, and he was free to run along it, run, under his own legs, and arms. It actually made him feel giddy, and this was what it felt like every day to be him? No wonder the quips and jokes came so easily. No wonder he the man could take on the world, the strength in his arms and legs, he had instantly been able to tell that for his entire life this body had been holding back its punches.\nLanding on a roof he pulled onto the radio connection he shared with Gwen. \"You know, I'm seeing some really nice roofing, if you had some time on this patrol, maybe we could... lay you down on some of it?\" It was hard not get excited, hard not to get passionate, and yes, hard not to get hard as he explored this world that was new to him."
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"value": "\"You know, I'm seeing some really nice roofing, if you had some time on this patrol, maybe we could... lay you down on some of it?\"\nSpiderweb would be swinging about the city as she slid onto a streetlight watching the street below. She saw a few men in an alleyway shaking down a teenager. Gwen smirked as she leaped off the lights and kicked one of the two in the back before spraying a glob of webbing onto the other's mouth. She would tap her earpiece as she spoke,\"I don't know... I am busy at the moment...kind of got webbing in my mouth and all.\" She smirked as she looked over at the thug pulling at the webbing. Gwen would turn as she sprayed the other thug trapping him against the wall. Her Bluetooth would still be open to the radio as she spoke all sassy and corny,\"Your safe now citizen your guardian angel just wrapped up the sinners...\" She would spray a web string as she took off into the air.\n\"Hey Pete.... I got Greenwich cleared and safe...how about I meet you at the roof...maybe you can order us a few Eddie's pizzas you know I get hungry after a bit of fooling.\"\nShe smiled turning red under the mask as she swung over towards the area Parker was at. \"On my way Pete.\" She would pause looking down at the watch, \"Maybe I should check on Miles.... I mean it isn't like he has anyone over in his earth that are mentors....besides we used to be close.... Pete what do you think should we hop over... I mean his peter is kind of gone...like how mine was.\""
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"value": "Every time she used the name Pete he wanted to gag. He had to bite his tongue, that was simply his name now, he was Peter Parker the failure in life. The man had failed the last year of his PhD in engineering meaning that the man didn't even get his preferred tittle. Peter Parker was little more than a nearly homeless man bouncing around from apartment and part-time job with little aim in the world aside from trying to 'keep people safe'.\nHow Parker had ever managed to land Gwen was beyond him. Of course that had been a bit of work on his end as well, having sabotaged the relationship, and weaved lies. He had tried his best to isolate Gwen from Miles, though that had cost him a couple of ribs and an arm along the process as Miles had put up a lot of fight in the end. He had been a little too close to Peter. Gwen didn't know him as well as Miles had, and while Miles had been able to see into the small lies here or there, she had not. The suggestion of seeing Miles now felt dangerous.\n\"Ah Gwen, you know he doesn't really like me much.\" He rubbed his left arm for a moment acting like the wound still hurt.\" After the way we all parted, it's probably best if we just leave him alone in his dimension. He's probably moved on by now, I mean... you have... haven't you?\"\nHis arms wrapped gently around Gwen's stomach as the two stood atop the world. He lifted her mask gently so that he could see those soft pink lips of hers. Lifting his own. He gently put his forehead to hers looking into her costumed eyes.\" Miles made his choices. He chose to isolate himself when it could have been the three of us. You're the one who sent him home... for me.\" He lifted Gwen's chin so that he could press his lips to hers.\n\"I already set the pizza order, rooftop delivery in twenty. Hawaiian.\""
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"value": "Gwen would land on the roof as she stretched arching her back with her hands clasped behind it. \"Yeah but...\" She paused hearing Parker speak about moving on as she felt hands wrap around her and pull her close. Gwen shifted a bit as she felt the hoodie being lifted. \"I uhm....\" Her eyes would shift down to the left as Parker spoke about choices.\" Yes but I...\" She would pause closing her eyes as she felt his lips against hers.\nHawaiian\nGwen pulled her lips back confused,\"Hawaiian.... I never understood why this dimension's Parker liked Hawaiian pizza....what did aid Doctor Octavius in the lab just get you the same favorite pizza as him...\" She squirmed a bit as she wrapped her hands around his neck, \"Alright Mr. mad scientist...then what are your plans doctor....while we wait for our Hawaiian vacation...\"\nGwen would purr a bit as she licked the side of her lip as she watched peter."
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"value": "He chuckled when she called him a mad scientist. He smiled and gave a shrug. She was right it had been Otto's favorite type of pizza. It had grown on him over time. As for what his intentions were in that 20 minutes time that the two of them had before the delivery was made. He moved to pull the upper body off of her costume. \"I could think of a couple of things we could do, up here.\"\nThey were atop the tallest building in the area, meaning no one else was going to see them. It was a perfect place to ditch the costumes, and have some fun without them. No Spider-Man, or spider woman, just Gwen, and him. He moved to kiss her, gently at first, though as he did, he also bit her lip a little less playfully.\n\"Costume, off.\" His voice was a little more commanding, a little less like peter. She had called him a mad scientist, and now well he wanted to play a bit of doctor."
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"value": "Gwen purred as she felt Parker teasing her lip. She full on kissed him as she heard the words. Gwen would slide back a bit as she blushed nodding her head,\"Yes professor Parker....it is professor is it not...\" She smirked as she spoke sliding the suit off starting with the hood and then the mask. As she slid her arms out of the hoodie, she would reveal her pink laced bra underneath. It was as if she wanted this to happen and already planned for it.\nGwen would slowly remove the tights and would smirk a bit,\"I always thought I should wear a skirt with these tights but never got around to it...\"\nAs the tights came down, the pink laced panties showed with a tiny black bow in the center. Gwen would blush more as she kicked off the leggings and her shoes, \"So...have I been a good girl? Is this extra credit....\""
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"value": "\"I prefer you without the costume.\" He said in a low tone, slightly dangerous watching her strip out of the costume, taking off her tights and revealing the pink laced of her underwear as she called him professor parker, he walked behind her and slapped her ass hard enough that it made an audible crack against her skin, leaving a faint red copy of his hand on her pale features and round bouncy bottom. He smiled as she asked if she had been good, but there was something to correct her. \"Doctor Parker, I didn't finish my doctorate for nothing.\" He said softly against her ear.\nHe grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down onto her knees and hands against the cold stone of the roof, as he pulled down his own tights, revealing a thick throbbing cock. Furthermore, he grabbed her panties and roughly tore them off of her body. \"You've been very naughty Gwendolyn.\" He used her full name, which was odd, parker never used her full name when talking to her. His hands spread her ass out, another oddity peter rarely went for anal when she had such a beautiful pussy, and yet the throbbing tip of his cock was pressed tightly against Gwen's asshole, sinking slowly in. \"And now you need to be punished.\""
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"value": "Gwen tensed up as she felt her ass be slapped. She paused as she heard him comment about doctor. \"Pete...you well you never went like...\" She felt herself shoved down as she turned pale hearing the name, \"You ...you know I hate that....\" Her eyes widened as she snapped, \"YOU'RE NOT PETER!\" She gritted her teeth as she tried to spray him with her web but couldn't reach. She could feel him now starting to take her as she kicked with her leg towards his knee, \"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU...YOU... Hawaiian...pizza...\" She paused as her head clicked back. \"HOW DID YOU GET HIS BODY! DOCTOR OTTO THAT IS YOU RIGHT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU...GET THE FUCK OFF ME!\"\nGwen snarled as she screamed out as loud as she could. She reached for her portal watch as she felt it with a finger during the struggle and hit it on the last portal spot. \"YOU WANT TO GO WILD FINE!!! LET'S GO WILD DOC!\" She felt the portal's wind as she screamed into it, \"MILES!!!\" She was reaching with her free hand as she felt herself still pinned, \"MILES! DAMN IT COME ON!\""
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"value": "Well, it's taken her a few months, so let's hold up for a moment and do this again:\nMy name is Doctor Otto On Octavius, genius scientist with doctorates in robotics, biology, neurosciences and zoology honestly best to just forget that last one I rarely use it. I was however born with a rather crippling genetic mutation that would over time make me loose the use of my body, so I did what any sane, and rational person would do I invented a new set of arms and legs, ones that wouldn't fail me. The procedure had... some difficulties.\nThe arms were fused into my body, and the drugs I had used during the process to control them seeped into my brain causing a few years of... questionable fashion choices.\nHonestly it wasn't a great time for me. See no matter what I did I often got mocked or beaten, and it was usually the fault of one repugnant little cretin, The Spider-Man. Over the years we had a lot of battles, he won most of them, I would almost win on occasions, but the way it went down for the most part was I would get beaten, and you can imagine that with an already dying and crippled body the constant abuse I suffered at the hands of the arachnid would cause me a wealth of medical problems. I took them in stride.\nAnd eventually, on my deathbed I set forth to intact my greatest most lavishly handsome plan yet. I managed to trick Parker into entering my lab with my dying body alone, at which point I was able to stuff my brilliance into his thick-headed skull! I figured he had beaten me so many times and cost me the majority of my life the least he could do was pay me back by giving me his body!\nFurthermore, I then went on to make sure Peter Parker died in that rust bucket of last year's edition that was my old body. Furthermore, I gained a new body, my youth, and great power to wield over the world. I became\nThe Superior Spider-Man!\nShe went for her transdimensional watch. Otto Octavius punched her in the back of the head, grabbing her as he did push her into the dirt of the building as she screamed for Miles. He tried his best to make sure she shut up. As four robotic legs slowly emerged from their container on the costume, and worked to pin down her arms and legs, newer models to the old arm pincers, and connected in a way that they weren't permanently fused to his skin. \"Ah come on Gwendolyn we were having such fun a moment ago, you can't go and change the pace on me, so quickly I was just about to get into you.\"\nHe was trying his best to hold her down when her leg hit his knee and he fell back for a moment, grabbing her ankle and pulling her further away from the gate. He crawled back over top of her trying to hold her down. \"He's not going to come for you, you sent him away remember? You beat him up, and sent him away because you chose me.\" He smiled a not so friendly look in his eyes as his cock pressed between her legs. Still fully intending to continue the fun they had started here.\n\"Gwendolyn, I'm hurt, you chose me all those months ago, and now you want to break it off, well I'm afraid I'm just not ready for that yet.\""
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"value": "This was, for lack of a better word, a waking nightmare.\nBetween dealing with the stresses of working a ship run by a borderline schizophrenic commander, having to help assemble a crew of ragtag misfits, having the Illusive man breathing down her neck asking for progress reports, dealing with the looming threat of the Collectors and the Reapers...and now this business of her sister being found out by her dad...\nWell, it was becoming a little stressful for the Cerberus operative known as Miranda Lawson.\nShe had been a designer baby, created by her father to be the 'perfect' daughter. And in many respects she was as close to the concept of perfection as one could be. There were few skills she couldn't pick up and learn, her brain functioned at a higher rate than that of a normal woman, and by human standards she was a very powerful biotic. But the stress an abuse she endured under her father was what led to her becoming a runaway.\nSo Henry Lawson decided to repeat the process, creating a second 'perfect daughter' by the name of Ariana. Miranda had managed to take Ariana away when she was an infant, giving her to Cerberus so she could live a normal life. And she had, for the most part. Blissfully unaware of her origin, and the nefarious purpose behind her creation. And Miranda had worked hard to maintain this security of her younger sister, letting her have 19 peaceful years of life.\nBut that was all to be undone now. The busty human sat behind her desk in her usual white catsuit, her dark hair tossed back and falling in waves down her back. For the past 15 minutes she had been deep in talk with her contact Nike, figuring out everything she could about the information leak that had Henry on her sisters tail.\n\"I see. Thank you Nike, I'll get out there when I can. Ugh this whole thing is a nightmare, Ariana shouldn't be getting caught up in this.\" With a reserved sigh, Miranda ended the video call and leaned back in her chair \"Crap...now I'll have to bring Shepard in on this. Assuming she'll help at all.\""
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"value": "For whatever reason, Jack was Shepard's little pet project aboard the Normandy. Maybe it was because the soldier used to run with The Reds, a gang back on earth, and therefore thought that her and Jack had something in common. Maybe it was because Shepard was some sort of Alliance girl scout that needed to save the galaxy one hopeless case at a time. Or maybe it was because they were both badasses and Shepard didn't want to hang out with crew members that couldn't hold their alcohol. It certainly wasn't because the Commander wanted to fuck; Jack had already made that offer on day one and Shepard had gussied out.\nWhatever. Her loss.\nSo it was no surprise to her that Shepard had come down to her little whole in Engineering to have one of their talks. But tonight they weren't talking about their 'feelings' or their pasts they were talking about the head Cerberus cheerleader: fucking Miranda Lawson. Jack still didn't know if she wanted to fuck the genetically engineered woman senseless or bash her head against the wall in an attempt to wipe that IM-better-than-you smirk off her perfect little face.\nMiranda needs help and I need someone that can take out waves of enemies. Shepard sighed. Talking to Jack was like talking to a teenager sometimes though she supposed that was a pretty accurate comparison. Even if Jack had had a normal life, she was still just a young woman. Toss in a lack of childhood and a fucked up life and the girl was nothing more than a soft, squishy child on the inside once all the rough layers were peeled away.\nFine, I'll help. Jack spoke up after a long while. Well maybe this would put her and Miranda on a more equal playing field. If Jack did the Operative a favor, maybe shed stop being such an arrogant bitch around the younger biotic."
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"value": "Miranda was...far from pleased to have Jack coming along on this mission. Oh, sure she was a powerful biotic (Not as powerful as Miranda, of course not, that bald dyke was deluding herself if she thought she was in the same ballpark as Miranda!), but as far as soldiers went she was belligerent, obnoxious, and almost never followed orders. Not to mention her disdain for Miranda and Cerberus. Wasn't like Miranda had anything to do with her treatment as a kid...she'd been through something similar...\nWas she actually feeling sorry for that brute? No, no, of course not. They just had some things in common, but they were as far from each other as possible in every other respect. But at the very least she ha proven herself a useful fighter when they landed on Ilium, clearing out quite a few Eclipse mercy that stood in their way.\nIt was clear that Henry Lawson had spared no expense in trying to reclaim his adopted daughter. Their path was blocked by Eclipse mercenaries every step of the way, all armed to the teeth. Yet the trio of Biotic women were unhindered in their progress, sloughing their way through all opposition. Finally, they reached an elevator leading up to Dock 94. As they went along one thing had become increasingly obvious, that Miranda's informant Nike was a traitor...obvious to all except Miranda herself.\n\"Maybe the captain knows we're listening in and she's feeding misinformation about Nike making a switch.\" Miranda said as they entered the elevator. \"Or maybe it means something else... Niket wouldn't do this. Dammit why won't this elevator go any faster?!\""
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"value": "There's nothing quite as therapeutic as throwing enemies into walls with a well-placed Shockwave, then finishing them off with a shotgun shell to the head. She couldn't help it, it was a Pavlovian response that had been ingrained in her mind after years of shooting her up with drugs whenever she annihilated an enemy. Kill and you get a reward, refuse to fight, and you get a painful shock to the system. The only drawback to this response was that she was incredibly reckless on the field. She ran around with absolutely no armor, got right up onto of enemies, then blasted them with her shotgun or pounded them with her bionically charged fists.\nIt still tingled whenever she killed; her entire body would feel warm. The more she fought, the better it felt. Hell, was almost as good as sex.\nAfter going through wave after wave of Eclipse mercy, hey finally made it to the elevator. Jack at least knew well enough to keep her mouth shut as Miranda began to lose her cool. Things only got worse as the doors opened on Dock 94 and all the Operatives fears were confirmed: her friend (probably her only-friend, because Miranda was an uptight bitch and Jack couldn't imagine anyone enjoying her company), was a traitor. Well, that sucks. Jack had already learned the hard way to not keep friends around. People let you down, they'll sell you for a quick buck, or they'll do stupid shit and die trying to save you. That's why she preferred to be alone, to rely on herself and nobody else.\nThe young biotic was drawn out of her musings by a pretty good insult thrown out by the Eclipse Commander: I was just going to let you finish getting dressed. Or does Cerberus really let you whore around in that outfit?\nI like her, are we still recruiting? Jack snickered, though went straight-faced once more as she caught an Eclipse mere peeking her head up over a desk to take a shot. Without thinking twice, she pulled the trigger and got the Atari right in the neck. Dumb bitch."
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"value": "The swift blast had managed to shatter clean through the Atari's natural biotic barrier, a few stray shards of the attack cutting into the blue scaly flesh. She snarled and raised her pistol up, while her other hand wrenched around her neck to try and slow the building. However, with a quick flick of her wrist Shepard fired off an electric Overload blast that made the gun explode out of her palm as a smoking pile of metal and advanced circuits.\nWith that brief opening, Miranda's curvaceous body glowed with an eerie blue light, and she proceeded to fire out a singularity that lifted the Eclipse Commander clean off her feet. She raised her pistol up and then with a swift double -tap, Miranda sent the Atari's skull and gray matter exploding out onto the platform. Another problem dealt with, and it seemed Ariana would be safe for the time being.\nIt had been Shepard who dissuaded Miranda from killing Nike, but that Atari had gone out of her way to kill him anyway. The sensation of his death left her feeling hollow. It was clear that she was upset by the betrayal, and equally upset that she couldn't resolve it on her own terms, and Jane seemed to have no sway on improving her spirits when they returned to the Ilium spaceport. They watched from a distance as her sister, more like a younger clone in all honesty, spoke with her adoptive parents. Inwardly, Miranda seemed a little torn, unsure if she should try to converse and get to known her own sister.\nAfter all, how safe would that be?"
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"value": "Jack knew that look, that little bit of hesitation. Miranda was -scared-. Of what, the young biotic didn't really know. She'd just blown an Atari Commando right out of her boots, and now she was freaking out about meeting her sister? Her -little- sister?! Pfft...that may be one of the most idiotic things that Jack had ever seen. Exasperated that it looked like they were just going to pack up and go home, the younger biotic couldn't resist opening up her mouth.\n\"What the fuck, Princess. You make me and Shepard drag our asses all the way out here, fight a bunch of blue bitches, and you don't even want to go talk to her?! We could all die tomorrow and here you are, being a fucking pussy.\" Jack snorted in disbelief. This is why she had wanted to blow up Praia: because she knew that she may never get another chance. Not only because of her criminal record, but because all this stuff with the Collectors... If Shepard and all this stuff that Cerberus was spitting out was true, well, then none of them were going to make it through the Omega 4 Relay and back. And that was fine with her, better to die fighting than to rot in prison.\nBut if she had had to spend the last of her days knowing that the facility on Praia was still standing? Nah...she couldn't do that. It would distract her. And this whole deal with Ariana would distract Miranda too, if she didn't take care of it.\n\"Never pegged you for a chicken shit, Cheerleader. Guess we should just head home.\" Jack smirked, turning around and heading off towards the Docking Bay, purposefully baiting Miranda to do something. To prove her wrong and to go put on her big girl pants and march over there to talk to her little sister."
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"value": "\"What?! Oh, you have some nerve you dyke...\" Miranda growled, clenching her fists and glaring over at the former criminal. It sucked to have to put up with her insults, and it sucked a hell of a lot more to know she was right. Insult to injury. But now the challenge had been laid out before her, and she could hardly just let it lie. In that respect the two had that in common too, they could never turn down a challenge put to them.\nSo she braced herself and fixed her hair and face so she looked a little more... presentable. And then she made her approach. The two siblings spoke for several minutes, learning about each other and even exchanging some contact between the two of them. The familial connection was far from instant, but Ariana knew what her older sister had done for her, so she was certainly to know her better.\nOnce they were back on the Normandy, and the Cerberus vessel itself was hurtling up toward the nearest Mass Relay, Miranda found herself headed to the armory to pack her gear away. She spotted Jack from behind and gulped slightly \"I... Wanted to say, with no animosity or sarcasm to my words, that... well it means a good deal to me that you got me to talk to Ariana, and... well... thank you.\" Ugh, it was like saying thank you to Satan..."
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"value": "\"You're a real piece of work sometimes.\" Shepard said to Jack the moment that the Operative was out of earshot. \"That was actually nice of you Jack...in a really weird, degenerate kind of way.\"\n\"Yeah, well...guess you're rubbing off on me.\" Jack smirked and hung out with Shepard while Miranda dealt with her sister. Even though she wanted to go head out and try to grab a drink or two on her own, Jane insisted that they didn't have time to screw around and get wasted. So she was stuck here, trading stories with Shepard until it was time to board the Normandy.\nJack was busy storing her gear in a place where Shepard wouldn't fuck with it. The Commander liked to 'help' by equipping new mods for Jack to try out. She heard footsteps and looked up, snorting softly in disgust when she saw it was Miranda, before looking back down at what she was doing. While the older biotic stumbled through some sort of 'thank you', Jack continued to not pay her much mind. She didn't trust this Cerberus bitch, and everything the older woman said, Jack took with just a grain of salt.\n\"Yeah...well...\" Ah, fuck...now she -had- to be nice, Miranda had even said 'thank you'. Fuck you Shepard, this is all your fault. The young woman sighed, her brow furrowed in frustration because she -knew- what she had to say, she just didn't want to say it. \"You're welcome...\"\nYou could probably cut the awkwardness in the Armory with a knife, Jack needed to get out of here. \"See you around, Cheerleader.\" And then Jack was off, heading over towards the elevator so that she could go take a shower and wash off the sweat and flecks of Atari blood."
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"value": "Well that was about as pleasant as getting a breast exam from a ravenous Warren, while a gaggle of Vols watched from a distance. Stupid science experiment bitch. Why did Miranda have to try to extend the olive branch? She didn't need to apologize for anything, and if that tattooed brute couldn't even accept some thanks, well it was hardly Miranda's problem to deal with. Hmph, how absurd.\nAnd now Miranda had to deal with the common problem that often came after a ground mission. She could often build up a good deal of sexual frustration on a normal day alone, but the missions just served to speed up that effect with all the adrenaline flooding her body plus all the physical exhaustion... to put it bluntly, the female biotic felt as if she was in heat.\nShe had headed swiftly to the elevator once she was sure she could get a private one, and was all too relieved when the doors opened on her deck. Furthermore, she quickly headed to her private office and was equally quick to slip inside. In her haste she even forgot to lock it behind her. Miranda unzipped the top of her jumpsuit, revealing her black bra and generous breasts as she headed to one wall panel and opened it with a button push. The metal slid open, and Miranda smiled wryly as she surveyed her private collection of sex toys: Many normal and some rather exotic."
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"value": "Her blue eyes were glassy, almost lifeless, as they shifted and glanced up toward the white ceiling. 'White,' she mused. At one time she supposed it might have been such a color. But then was white truly a color? Or was it all colors? Oh, she could hardly remember any longer nor could she find it within herself to care. As her eyes remained fixed staring at what was above, her head tilted slightly. The ceiling was rancid with deep, dark stains ofwhatAlice knew not. There was a time when she might have wondered, might have cared. Might have been...curious. Almost shrugging, but not moving, her lips suddenly turned upward into a twisted smile.\nMatilda Jane, you never look\nAt any toy or picture book\nI show you pretty things in vain\nYou must be blind, Matilda Jane!\nAlice grunted, her body jostling as it was roughly shoved against by a weight of something... familiar? Yes. She recognized the weight, the smell. All of it. For a moment, she caught another glimpse of white. Mmm, yes. Airy fabric. Coarse and rough. So itchy. How that gleam of purity hid the darkness of what laid beneath it all. Clever shadows. Clever, clever, clever. She even found it funny. Her body actually knew what to do bowlegs just spreading in wait for the inevitable as her mind seethed. So much anger. 'What was that, Cheshire?' she thought to herself. She could've sworn she'd heard the cat speak, her eyes turning away from the ceiling, seeking out the treacherous grin of the feline stretching out in the corner its home.\nI ask you riddles, tell you tales,\nBut all our conversation fails.\nYou never answer me again\nI fear you're dumb, Matilda Jane!\nYelping as the invasion finally came, that stretch she could never accommodate or grow accustomed to no matter how much she prepared, no matter how much she grew to expect the unexpected, Alice's eyes began to tear. Slowly, pale alabaster skin began to streak and stain. What was one more thing becoming dirty? She was already dirty. Dirty hands. Dirty face. And now... dirty inside... 'Where is my Protector now?' she wondered. 'Curious... so curious...' Once again he was nowhere. Once again, proving his worthlessness. Was there anyone worth anything any longer? Of course not! Life was one big cycle of worthless. No one was to be trusted. Not a soul! First the parents betray along with the boyfriend. Why wouldn't... he? They all betray eventually.\nMatilda darling, when I call,\nYou never seem to hear at all.\nI shout with all my might and main\nBut you're so deaf, Matilda Jane!\nThe cries became louder until her voice was almost hoarse, her throat sore. Alice longed for peace. Something... why wouldn't he come? He'd promised... he'd promised. And even though she'd begun to hate him, a part of her still held on to a hope she knew was hopeless. But as her eyes turned toward Cheshire, grinning at her from his dank corner, she knew she had to. It was the only tangible thread left to the insane world she lived in. The only thing left to cling to. 'Why...?' she thought to herself as she felt her body get used and coated in god only knew what, her tears flowing hot, burning.\nMatilda Jane, you needn't mind,\nFor, though you're deaf and dumb and blind,\nThere's someone loves you, it is plain\nAnd that is me, Matilda Jane!\nThe brush of white fabric caressed Alice's face, and she felt the prick against her thigh. Another pair of hands picked up her body and let her crumple into a heap onto floor, just as rancid and 'white' as the ceiling. As always, she knew she was bleeding and as always she knew there would be bruises. Slowly, she crawled over to Cheshire, twitching as she hugged her knees to her chest, her white gown a flimsy covering at best over her slight body. She tucked her blonde locks behind her ears and began to rock.\n\"Why Cheshire? Why?\" Alice asked the cat. \"Why doesn't he ever come?\""
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"value": "- Across the hall, a young man, of 19 sat by his door, he could hear the muffled screams of the girl, Almost every night this went on sometimes for a few minutes sometimes for hours. Until 'The Men In White' were done with poor Alice, the Warden despised her young girl, most of the saner inmate's chalked it up to her being envious of Alice, because despite what went on in her head whatever made her insane that is, she was very beautiful. Her skin was a light shade of pink, her hair a beautiful blonde almost the color of honey, and her eyes would remind you of swimming pools that were so blue and cool to the touch, but, as things went on she began being worn down, her hair would usually be dirty with sweat and tears sometimes her face was bruised her lip might have a scar or scab on it, it all depended on that night's assailant, she had several marks on her arms and leg's from the rapist's that came to take what the Warden demanded, her only shred of innocence left from what her parent's did to her, and what she did to them, she came from a home from what he understood that was filled with a drunk father and a very envious mother, her father would drink and have at his daughter beating her raping her whatever he chose, and her mother was very violent, calling her a whore and beating her without mercy, it didn't supervise him that she murdered them both and pretty much admitted to it, the only reason she didn't get Death was because she was so young and very much insane, now, she still cries almost every night his promise to protect her was shattered the first time he stood up to them, he killed one and paralyzed the other and now every night he gets locked into a padded room left to hear Alice's cries of pain as they rape her, the tears have left lines in his face he was in here because of the simple fact that he sees things strange thing's he often encounters a White Rabbit, who claims he is always late but most it's time is spent in his cell with him, he heard her words in the quiet hallway even with the padding there was a crack under the door where every sound could be heard, her voice found its way to his door as she spoke. -\n\"I'm right here...right here...\"\n- His words were useless he knew she had all but hated him now, because the promise he made the first night I happened was broken, the Men made sure of that by locking him inside a padded room where there was no way out, the Warden waddled over every morning to check and see if he was still inside. Before going to humiliate and insult Alice, all he ever got now was an evil stare from his what had to be by now his Former Friend. -\n*Whisper's*\"Forgive me please\"\n- He would whisper ever morning, but nothing ever changed she had stopped talking to him now and even to get a look from her was a welcome surprise, but sometimes while they were given their med's he would notice her watching, she didn't speak much of course who would after what she had been though, he would stay close during the daytime to make sure nothing happened but at night she was alone but by no fault of his, in her cell, the cat walked on the floor in front of the blonde and sat down the moon light illuminating the room. -\nCat - \"I am not sure, My Dear...but, it is no fault of his, we both remember what he did that first night...\"\n- The cat spoke up as it’s form could be seen it was rather emaciated skinny, and its body was long it's tail went from side to side as it spoke to Alice. -"
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"value": "Alice looked at Cheshire, her head tilted slightly as she stared into the precocious feline's bright yellow eyes. She supposed the cat was right, but that didn't make her feel any better. It also didn't make the promises he'd made anymore kept. Why make them if only to break them? Why take that chance? It was something to ponder indeed, a curious thing to be sure. She frowned suddenly, a seething anger rolling off her body in waves as she rocked there on the floor.\n\"I remember, Cheshire,\" Alice began, body jolting just a bit as if shivering. She stopped rocking and sat up straight. \"He held the formal blade so valiantly.\" She twitched, trying to hide it by moving her hand to touch her blonde hair, saturated now with sweat. \"Oh famous day!\"\nAlice stood up, her cool blue eyes staring hard at the cat as it sat there. She swung her arm about in awkward movements as her body danced about the room until she fell back onto the floor with a loud thud. She laughed as she fell, her giggles turning quickly into sobs.\n\"Chortling, Cheshire! Why can't I chortle?\" Alice asked as she buried her face in her hands for a brief moment, her body shaking as she cried. She then looked up and over at the cat. \"Perhaps I wasn't designed to chortle.\" Gazing over at her door, she tilted her head yet again, wondering if her profound protector was anywhere nearby on the other side of the myriad of doors strewn along the hall perhaps?\nHer eyes narrowed into razor-like slits as she looked over at the door separating her from the rest of the world. It wasn't much, just a bunch of bars really. As she focused on them, Alice wondered if her supposed protector even cared what had happened only moments ago or if he mused along with the men in white.\nPAWNS! ALL OF THEM!\nAlice tilted her head to the other side and slowly crawled toward the door, her body sliding along the rank floor as she made her way closer, closer and closer still.\n\"HRM...\" Alice sighed when she finally reached it, her body tingling with a bit of numbness, her head swimming and heavy. She reached out and touched her hand against the cold bars, her fingers curling about them slowly. \"Curious,\" she said aloud as she stared at her skin reflecting the harsh light shining into her stark, yet filthy room. Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the door across the way from her own. It was solid unlike hers. Truly a fearsome creature must live behind it. \"Beware the Jabberwocky, my son,\" she whispered as she stared at it, her lips almost smiling. \"The jaws that bite... the claws that catch...\"\nAlice looked over at Cheshire and grinned back at him, her body trembling from both cold and fear. She missed him... she hated him... her protector.\n\"Damn you!\" Alice shouted. \"You promised, you bastard!\" She gave the bars a rough shake causing them to rattle slightly. But her tiny body was so bruised, so abused. And... she was tired. So tired. Coughing, shivering, she slumped to the floor and curled into a ball. \"You promised,\" she whispered."
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"value": "- He could hardly hear her due to the padding, but he knew she was upset cursing his name because of the broken promise's, tears formed in his eyes they were both in hell, but, hers was worse being raped and humiliated every night, and every morning the Warden would come by and berate her because of her looks some punishment set off by her beauty, he sat in his cell and yelled back knowing she couldn't hear him -\n\"Alice!.... I'm Sorry!!\"\n- As, loud as he could until his voice box hurt he would yell he saw her hands sticking out from her Cell, on the floor, true insanity taking over her, he saw it, and it was slowly killing him, she was his only friend, was dying mentally, and he was locked in this room unable to help her...he loved her and wanted so much to get out of the cell, and then suddenly without a thought he threw his big frame into the door wanting so much for it to break under the pressure, but, he couldn't do it after every ounce on energy was gone, he fell to the floor tears flowing from his face until fatigue began taking over his body, so, there in front of the door, his eyes got heavy as he caught one last scream from two doors down, suddenly, the next morning came his cell door flew open, and he was lifted from the floor and pushed into the main room right past Alice's door he reaches for her but all he got a scowl from her, he frowned as he was pushed onto the couch -"
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"value": "Alice curled up by the door of her cell, her body shaking as she laid there. She looked like a lifeless doll, eyes cold and blue before they finally closed, giving into the horrors of sleep.\nSleep. Sleep. That terrifying state of consciousness where reality ceased to exist and insanity became the vivid metaphor of truth. Alice reached out into the miasma of life for the red rose she saw blooming in the garden, the only one amongst the white. Odd. Then again, was it? Twitching, smiling, she reached out for the rose, her hands longing to feel the brush of velvet soft petals against flesh.\nAh, the caress of such fine luxuries... the kiss of such secrets. Alice wanted it, needed it. Craved it. \"Please...\" she begged, her arms stretching out further as she tried desperately to grasp the rose. Her fingertips just barely touched the sweet petals. \"Please... please...\" So close. Almost there. \"Ouch!\"\nA thorn. Prickly. Sharp.\nScarlet seeped from her finger. Beads of blood dripping onto stark white.\nSuddenly, Alice's eyes shot open. Out in the hallway she saw him. HIM. Her... Protector. She spat at him and scowled as he was dragged past her barred door, grumbling curses as her eyes stayed fixed upon his form, tears welling, streaking down pale cheeks. Once out of sight, she collapsed to the floor once again, mind reeling.\n\"Cheshire? Oh, Cheshire!?\" Alice called out, her voice almost singing a strange sort of song. \"I wonder where you are, you silly cat? Did you not see? Did you not see that worthless Protector of mine?\" She sat up and shift slightly, rocking where she sat. \"Useless. Useless knight. Where is his valor now? I fear his been overtaken by either the Bishop or the Rook.\" She paused, her head tilting as she twitched. \"Or maybe, the Red Queen.\""
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"value": "- As the boy, was forced into the main room, full of all the usual crazies, he sat on the white couch and watched from it as the Warden made her way to Alice' cell, he watched as the wretched woman, walked inside, and he heard the screeching of her voice he knew that Alice must have done something she didn't like. -\nWarden - \"Well, Alice, my dear how are we this morning?...still talking to inviable cat's no doubt.\"\n- She let out a long obnoxious laugh, that rang through the hall's. And, her allegations of the Cat, were Tue, he had seen the cat for himself, the small scrawny thing, it was almost scary to look at but, he knew how good of a friend it must have been to poor Alice, and, his mind went back to the promise he made her, to protect her, but, that had been stopped almost as quickly as it started, that one evening he took a swing at one of the Men in White. -"
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"value": "Naruto Suzuki Kamikaze sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror of the hotel bathroom. Running her fingers through her red hair as she looked at herself. She had grown a lot in the last two years she had spent traveling and training with her Godfather, Jamaica. Finally, they were returning to Sonoma, and Naruto was excited, though part of her wished she could do so as herself. Unfortunately she couldn't yet, the world wasn't ready for Naruto Kamikaze, besides that everyone knew her as Naruto Suzuki. It was for her protection that she pretended to be a boy, as well as to keep her hidden. She didn't mind it that much, but she did wish she could just be herself sometimes, as it was getting harder to pretend to be a boy. Looking at her chest in her reflection she sighed, she could usually be herself when it was just her and Jamaica since he was her godfather, but during the day when they were out it was back to being Naruto. Of course, she was excited to be returning home, so that cheered Naruto up as she carefully bound her breasts before changing her hair to her usual Naruto hairstyle. Then she put on her new jacket, it was much like her old one, but tighter and black instead of blue.\nOnce she was dressed and ready she smiled in her usual Naruto smile and put on her headband, now black with longer then her original one. Checking one last time to make sure her feminine features didn't show in her new tighter jacket. Of course, she knew she couldn't change the feminine and Lilith look of her face, but that was nothing new. After she finished her double-checking herself she left the bathroom,\"Alright ERO-Sennin, I'm ready so let's go!\"she said with a smile. With that Jamaica chuckled and smiled as they left the hotel, and continued on to Sonoma. Naruto was excited to be returning after so long, and it showed as they made there way to the village. It wasn't long before they arrived before the gate of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Naruto smiled as they entered the Village, and she Quickly climbed a power pole to get a better look.\n\"Hello Sonoma!!!\"she shouted with a smile.\"Wow, it's good to be back... you haven't changed a bit.... Oh, they added Grandma Tsunami to the Homage Monument!\"she said with a smile as she looked around. It was then that she sensed Takashi-sensei nearby, and she turned around to see him sitting on a roof that was within her reach. \"Yo.\" Takashi said as he looked up from his book. Naruto smiled as she jumped over to the roof,\"Oh I have something for you Takashi-sensei.\"she said as she pulled a book out of her bag. It was \"Ichi Tactics\" the next book in Jamaica's series.\" It's new, not even out yet, it's not really that great, but I know you'll like it.\" Naruko said with a smile. Takashi took the book as if in awe as he looked at it with a shocked and amazed look on his face causing Naruto to giggle a bit. It was good to be home she thought as the pair joined Jamaica on the ground and began walking towards the Homage Office."
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"value": "Nevi Hyung was training with his uncle, ever since the events of the chain tournament and the battle against Naruto, he had been kinder to the Hyung branch family member, and his nephew, training him to learn more about the ways of the clan and helping him push himself farther in his natural Hyung skills then he would be ever before. He was sure that he was stronger than when he battled Naruto, he was sure that cause if nothing else he had advanced in rank two times since the redhead had left to go and train with the great Jamaica. He didn't want to be lapped by her, he wanted to keep his ground where he was and keep strong and keep up with Naruto basically.\nFurthermore, he was training when he heard, the news that Naruto was back, that the hyperactive female Suzuki member was going to be back. That the redhead was headed back to the village and had already entered at the gate to the village with her perverted teacher. He figured he might as well check up on the redheaded Suzuki member. The daughter of the former homage and the former holder of the nine tails was fine. He figured she was excited to be home, but other than that he had no clue what was on her mind as he headed from the Hyung home to find her.\nHe caught her as she handed the book to Takashi, her other teacher and the copy cat ninja. Furthermore, he was glad that they seemed to have a good reintroduction to each other. Furthermore, he walked up a stoic look on his face as he looked at Nevi walked closer to Naruto waiting for a moment to say anything at all to the young woman. Furthermore, he figured he would give her the space that she needed to talk to Takashi, not wanting to mess up that teacher/student reunion.\nAs the moment came to a close he stood there calmly focusing himself, his Stoic look of course upon his face as he waited. He saw the moment it was over and bowed a bit. \"Naruto, welcome back to the village, I hope that your training happened to go well, with Lord Jamaica.\" He said with his normal formal style, something's were not going to go away easily at all if ever at all, he was a stoic man cause of his upbringing and while being around Gas and Lee was slowly breaking him form that shell it was a slow process."
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"value": "Naruto smiled as she finished greeting her sensei and watched his reaction. It was pretty much what she had expected of him as she ran a finger through the blonde hair she gave herself when pretending to be Naruto. With a sigh she jumped down from the rooftop, Takashi-sensei in tow. Though she hadn't expected to run into anyone so soon and almost crashed into Nevi as she had been lost in thought. Stopping herself and straightening up she had to fight the rising blush in her checks. While she had originally hated Nazi she had slowly grown to like him, a lot. After their battle at the Cousin exam, where she had to be quite cleaver to hide her true gender from him, it had actually been thanks to ERO-Sennin that she had even come up with an idea. Though it was a slightly perverted one, it had worked, she hoped. Though right now if he used the Bakunin on her there was no way to hide who she really was and her secret would be out. Though from the information her and Juries had gathered she hoped that Tsunami would let her stop pretending to be Naruto and be herself, of course she was sure she would either shock or piss off all her friends she had gained as Naruto for lying.\nShaking the thought from her mind she focused on Nevi, who was right in front of her at the moment. Her blushing had faded somewhat, but she was sure it was still present as her cheeks and ears were still burning slightly,\"Oh hi Nevi...\"she started, but stopped as she realized she didn't quite sound like Naruto, but more like her feminine real voice and quickly corrected it,\"I-I didn't expect to run in to anyone so soon, how'd you know I was here? I suppose it went okay, as good as training with ERO-Sennin can be I suppose, sometime have to use my Sexy-no-Juts to get him to do anything...\"she with her best Naruto voice, teasing her Godfather. Of course that bit wasn't true, her godfather had no problem training her, he wasn't that bad of a pervert around her. Bringing her thoughts back to the Hyung boy in front of her, she remembered when she started to respect him, and even developed a crush on him. Though she never let it become more than that, as she had also developed feelings for her former Teammate and now traitor Leisure.\nHim leaving had hurt her very deeply, even more than it had hurt Sakura, since it was her chest Leisure had put a hole in, quite literally in fact. Of course, she had to hide any feelings she might have for any of the Sonoma guys, since as far as they knew she was a boy like them. As she doubted anyone had figured it out, she had done her best to keep her true self hidden, the only one who had seen her as Naruto was KIA, and it was dark so he never saw her face and had never brought it up again. As for Nevi she had developed the crush when they had gone to \"save\" Leisure, and she realized just how cool he really was, willing to help for Naruto's sake and the village even if he might not like Leisure. She never really could tell how Nevi was feeling, though it was likely for the lack of time spent together. Shaking the thought from her head she took in his new look, he was older than before, of course she was too, and even a bit handsome, but she didn't indulge these thoughts.\" So, um how are you?\"she asked with her usual Naruto hyper-smile.\" I've got to go see Grandma Tsunami, but maybe after we can catch up over some Ramen after?\"she added still smiling. Though she hoped that after her meeting with Tsunami she would be allowed to openly be Naruto, after all the Aka ski now thought the blonde haired boy name Naruto was the jinchriki of the Nine-tailed Fox, so being him was now just as dangerous as being herself."
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"value": "Nevi nodded his head, it would make sense that Naruto would have to use that trick to make the man known as the Pervy Sage to get to work and train, that would explain why she was dressed as she was. Though honestly, it was of little matter, Nevi was a pretty Stoic fellow and not so affected by the sexy juts as other people it would seem were. He listened to her and nodded his head, \"Well it is good to have you back in town. It was much to quiet around here without you,\" he said to her honestly as he knew the fact was true, with Naruto gone, the village had grown rather quiet, except for the actions of Konohamaru, but even those were not on the same level as Naruto here.\n\"Alright, well, I have been pretty busy myself, for some reason, they promoted me to Junín in the last three years,\" he said calmly and as stoically as ever. \"Well, I won't get in your way, the word came in a while ago that you were in town. I am sure that many others will be out looking for you wanting to welcome you back home. I won't stay in the way of their welcomes,\" He announced as he prepared himself to take his leave from the currently red-headed female. \"If there is anything that you need, I shall be at the Huge compound, I am sure I will be training, it is what I do most of the time anymore,\" he announced to her as he then waved and let Naruto go off to go announce his return to the others as well as the homage as well.\nIt was nice to have an old friend back in town, he wasn't sure why he used the redhead to hide, but maybe there was something there. He wasn't sure, he figured whatever it was, it was important enough for him to do decently enough. He also was just glad to see someone who he felt had changed his life in such a positive way. Naruto showed him the light, and helped him down the new path he was currently on, a fact that made him grateful towards the hyperactive ninja."
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"value": "The Blonde haired Naruto seemed a bit chest fallen as Nevi announced not just one but two promotions,\"You're a Junín now?\"she said as she looked at the Yoga then glanced at Takashi who nodded as if to confirm an unspoken question.\" I'm falling behind everyone now....\"she muttered before turning to Jamaica.\" This is all your fault ERO-Sennin! Now I have to play catch up with everyone! Well... I guess it's to be expected... we did kind of leave.\"she said before turning back to Nevi. It was a show that had to be put on, or else no one would believe that she was Naruto. Though it did make her actual dream to become Homage someday seem a bit more out of reach, especially if she was the last of the Sonoma 11 to get promoted.\nBut her mood quickly returned to a happy and excited one, such was Naruto, and even a bit of her real self.\" Well congrats Nevi! I'm happy for you.\"she said with the trademark Naruto giggle as she rubbed the back of her head. Then as she heard the Huge say he was leaving for his family's compound she again felt a bit sad, but it didn't show, and she wasn't really sure why she felt that way.\" Oh... alright well then I'll see you later I guess don't work too hard.... I don't want to have to play too much catch up.\"she said as she smiled to hide any disappointment in Nevi's departure.\nHearing him say the others would be looking for her Naruto nodded,\"Thanks for the warning, I was hoping to get to Grandma Tsunami's office before running into anyone but I guess it can't be helped, but now I'll be on the lookout, Thanks!\"she said with a smile as she watched the boy go. It wasn't that she wanted to avoid her friends, but the information she had was important to her and everyone's future. Also, she felt if she saw Sakura, yet it would being back her own sadness and disappointment at the loss of Leisure and that was a deep wound she didn't want opened right now. Tears always seemed to form at the mere thought of the young China, for the hole he had left in her life.\nBut she locked the thought away as she knew the hurt would show on her face plain as day and as Naruto she couldn't show such pain. However, it was too late to hide the change in her face, only quickly change it back to one of Naruto's usual smile. As she looked up once more she hoped that Nevi had missed the look on her face so he wouldn't ask, but if he had still been looking in her direction he would have seen the blonde \"boy's\" expression change, before a smile was forced into place. With one last wave to Nevi Naruto set off once more for the Homage's office and residence. All the while keeping alert for the approach of the Sonoma 11, so she would be prepared to avoid them, or at least a small delay and conversation."
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"value": "Naruto was Naruto as Nevi new, the blonde hyperactive boy was the same as he was when he left. He looked at him and then nodded his head as he figured that the blonde was busy and would have other things to do and things to handle as well. He nodded his head as he figured that his friend was rather busy, and that was enough to tell him that he needed to get on his way back home to see his clan. Furthermore, he waved as he walked off figuring that he would go and see the homage and report back in. Furthermore, he then would go and find Sakura perhaps and try to hit on Sakura which was pretty common for him to do. It was always a failure, but it was funny to see when he would go after the pink haired young woman. It was just part of his personality someone he was glad now to be able to call a friend.\nNevi returned to the Huge compound and started to work on his abilities, he was sure that the arrival of a former maybe current rival in Naruto would mean he would see his power and he would know how much he needed to focus on his own training to be able to keep up with Naruto and stay on his level. It was important for him to help a friend and be strong enough to help Naruto was important as well. He had been working with his uncle for some type on his skill winning the approval of his uncle as he was now normally wearing the white robes of the clan which were not allowed to him to wear before. Would he see Naruto the rest of the day, most likely not, but it was rather nice to be able to see his friend again, to say hello if nothing else? He would be busy with Sakura and Takashi his own team that day, to busy to come by to visit again."
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"value": "\"Oh, no,\" would say Aunt Alice. \"That was not what happened at all! For when that happened, it went this way!\"\n\"Oh, no,\" would reply Aunt Mizuki-chan. \"That was not what happened at all! For when that happened, we met that person!\"\nShe had done her best to listen attentively, but when it came to their eighteenth birthday, it seemed that Aunt Alice and Aunt Mizuki-chan confused more than enlightened. The place would call either be called Wonderland (if you asked Aunt Mizuki-chan) or Sex land (if you asked Aunt Alice).\nFor, as She grew up, She had heard, from her Aunts, about Wonderland (if you asked Aunt Mizuki-chan) and Sex land (if you asked Aunt Alice), but it was not until their eighteenth birthday where She allowed to learn who one would meet in Wonderland (if you asked Aunt Mizuki-chan) or what would happen if one went to Sex land (if you asked Aunt Alice).\nBut, alas, what would be a delightful tale of ticklish fantasy where it said once individually by Aunt Alice then Aunt Mizuki-chan became a trial of boredom when told by both together. She was both becoming aroused (for they were indeed being told what happened and who was there) but also sleepy (for Aunt Alice and Aunt Mizuki-chan did disagree so).\nBut at least did they dream and that is what our tale is about.\nAlice in Sex land:\nMizuki-chan in Wonderland:"
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"value": "Ring read book hastily trying to skip through the scenes to the best part of the romance novel, \"Quickly, quickly\" she said as she laid in bed, speeding her way through the book she smiled sitting UO as she got to the scene she wanted. Her aunties had told her \"Never ever niece\" \"Ever read a sex novel before bed\" they finished each other's sentences like usual. In her haste to get to her desired spot she was tired, slowly drifting as she read the pages blurred, and she slept falling to the bed.\nShe woke up later, rubbing her eyes diligently as she looked around 'Oh No!' she thought 'this wasn't home at all, no, no not at all'. She looked around taking in the forest path, the tree she sat under was most definitely not her comfy bed. Furthermore, she looked around \"Where is this place, this place I'm in, the place that is not my bed?\" she questioned standing and walking away from the tree to the path that twisted before her.\nFurthermore, she heard a sound, it made her jump, jump it made her as she turned to see, a wonderful beauty passing along the path, a strange girl she was indeed, she wore strange clothes and her body was not normal. Furthermore, she cursed the mannerisms of though her aunties had passed to her throughout the years. Furthermore, she approached the girl waving her arms she seemed in a rush but still she waved \"Excuse me, Excuse me!\" she called the girl seemed to keep moving, Ring thought she went unnoticed until they bumped with a bang, and both the girls fell to the floor with a thud."
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"value": "\"Oh, no! I shall be late! I shall be late!\"\nShe woke up near the forest tree, and neither bed nor book nor Aunt Alice or Aunt Mizuki-chan were to be found. Instead, what would she see but a most hurried woman in the strangest of outfits! Yet this would be the least strange of the strangest things she would see!\n\"Oh, no! I shall be late! I shall be late!\" repeated the most unusually dressed woman. Though perhaps the notion of riding a red skateboard on a forest path would be more absurd. She wore a red one-piece shoulderless tuxedo-styled leotard, that showed off her lovely long stockinged legs. And she was quite audible with her \"Oh, noes\", as she was listening to an iPod while she was riding her red skateboard. And, of course, she was wearing bunny ears and her costume had a bunny tail.\nBut where would we be without an encounter? A red skateboard on a forest path was indeed absurd, as, at the most inopportune moment, the young woman, who we shall name Bunyan, hit a most inopportune rock, and flew off the skateboard indeed. She flew off the skateboard to, where else, but the lap of dear young Ring. \"Oh, no!\" Bunyan repeated once again, her luscious body prone and reclining, and her chest firm and mysteriously aroused, and Bunyan herself optionally unconscious if convenient. And, from her purse, she spilled carrots! But these carrots... they weren't quite carrots! Carrots certainly weren't blunt at the end, where they? And surely, these batteries that fell with the carrots... they wouldn't fit an iPod at all! It was indeed a most mysterious sight.\nAnd were Ring to accidentally and inadvertently listen to the iPod, also laying nearby, they would have heard \"Ohs\" and \"noes\" of a different sort, explaining Bunny-San's mysterious condition. For Bunyan's iPod had been downloaded with the entire audio library of Lit erotica's text stories and poetry.\nKids these days and the things they listen to."
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"value": "Ring cried out, she laid on the ground with the girl in her lap, the force of the fall had made her sweat as she watched the girls things fall from her purse, she looked at them blinking, confusion set in as she picked up a carrot thing and stared at it, looking at the girl her outfit was ridiculous for being worn outside. She paused her thoughts and looked over her, the ears and tail white as snow as she looked to earphone that was lying still, she picked it up slowly, and a blush swept her face, the girl was listening to the most dirty of things.\nShe looked at the other earphone nestled in the girls' ear as the both listened to the text being spoked as she shoved for the girl to move \"Get off, Get off I have to go\" she said wishing to try and find a way home. This place was strange, but she remembered something, an education on sex land from her dear auntie Alice, she told her about the bunny that would show her the way, to the deepest parts of sex land where she would stay. The girl was definitely the one she was told of, the clumsy yet focused girl who would only hear half of a sentence if it could be revolved around something she liked.\nShe explored the bunny girl, she was enthralled in her as she traced a finger along her curves and prodded the tail that didn't to move, she poked it again and yet it still stayed. She was confused the tail was part of the outfit, but this wasn't the case, not the case indeed, the girl was heavy which Ring found strange they were not much different in height and weight, but she couldn't squirm her way free. Ring blushed the carrot in her hand vibrating softly, she wondered what it was as she looked at the girl in her lap \"Get off me please\" she said a more polite tone in her voice as she started to squirm again feeling her lap pushing against the bunny girl's chest a blushed crossed her cheeks again they glowed red as she pushed and shoved, but it was to no avail, the girl remained still she didn't move and inch as Ring's soft hand brushed tail moving it an inch."
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"value": "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! She's truly touching my rear!\nBunny marvelled at the wonderful audacity of the young woman under her. Bunny was merely minding her own business when she crashed into this mysterious Alice! Or whoever she was called -- Bunny was quite distracted as Alice was touching her curves... playing and probing her tail! Oh, and the little birdies tweeting in circles above Bunny's head was distracting as well. \"Oh... yes... please more more!\" Or at least that was what the naughty erotica playing on her earbuds was saying. The audacious Alice under her was listening to it as well. And playing with one of Bunny's carrots! How rude! Well, Bunny was distracted so it didn't really matter.\nBunny suited moaned a little herself as she rubbed her tail against this Alice's hand. It felt good to be touched there, and it certainly felt good to rub her breasts against this other Alice. \"I'm late... I'm late... I need to go... Furthermore, I need to go...\" she slowly said, closing her eyes, as she lay on top of the girl. For this Alice seemed to be lingering a little too long on Bunny's body. Alice traced Bunny's curves, the tight red body stocking hardly defending her from the ladylike touches of this new Alice. Bunny squirmed as this Alice touched her tail, and responded by pressing her breasts, firmer and harder, into Alice's body, the space between her legs.\n\"I know! I know! I know how I can go!\" For this was Sex land, and one way to get a woman off was, well, by getting a woman off! Bunny arched her back, lifting her hips, allowing Alice's exploring hand to move down... down, down, down, to the rabbit's wonderful hole. And the carrot? Well, there were more carrots where that came from. Came? Yes, cumming would be a wonderful idea. As Alice was playing with Bunny's backside, Bunny picked up another carrot and turned it on. On, on, on. It hummed, vibrated, alive. Perhaps it was more rabbit than carrot? Bunny carefully lifted Alice's white, apron-like skirt, and found her bloomers, all lovely and white. She gently stroked it against Alice's leg... her thigh... closer to Alice's own rabbit hole.\n\"I need to go... I need to go... I need to come... Furthermore, I need to come...\" Bunny said, gently sighing as Alice played with her."
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"value": "Ring looked at the bunny in her lap, she was starting to press into her more feeling her breasts almost rub against her thighs, This bunny was actually forcing herself onto Ring, that wasn't good Ring wanted to go not stay, she wanted to run not play. Alice had told little Ring of sex land, how once something was started it wouldn't be over till the participants came. She had started this playtime, her curious hand that poke and prodded at Bunny's tail, this was her doing, and now she had to get out of it. She thought of a way, but that would be rude, to ouch a stranger like that in the middle of a road. Furthermore, she looked at the bunny in her lap and felt the carrot in her hand vibrate more violently, this day was certainly turning out strange.\nRing looked at the girl in her lap, strange girls like this were everywhere in Sex land her auntie Alice once said, she felt the bunny girl push her rear into her hand, she was moving to accommodate for her exploring hand?. Ring was confused and wanted to stop, but her hand had other ideas, and it moved to the tail, she soon discovered it wasn't a tail at all, but a thing like the carrot with a tail on the end, this thing was pushed deep in her ass but why would this bunny do this. Ring shrugged as the tape played in her ear \"Fuck her, Make her Cum\" the tape said as if it was reading the moment and telling her what to do. \"Bunny you're all pent-up, ill help you release oh yes that will be fun\" she said moving the tail in and out slowly as her other hand moved to grope her breasts.\nRing couldn't stop herself this was wrong, and she knew it, her hands kept playing, but her mind was questioning everything, eventually it stopped, and she felt the buzz, the vibrating carrot brushing against her thighs and inching closer to her hole, she wasn't going to put it inside was she and then a small memory rang through her head \"If you meet bunny, watch out for her carrots, she likes to see how many you can hide\" Aunt Alice said that and Mizuki agreed this wasn't what she wanted, she didn't want to be filled by those things. Looking at bunny she felt an urge to go on, to touch her more and to let there play time run long. In her pleasured state she felt her hand move down, she stopped playing with the tail and picked up a carrot slowly turning it on.\nIn a second of judgement she flicked the bunny suit's crotch to the side, and with a buzz and a pop the carrot was inside, the bunny's reactions made Ring get wet, she wanted to play and have fun with this girl, it was sex lands effect, and it hadn't finished any not just yet.\n\"Come... Come... Yes... Yes let's....come...\" she said slowly as she moved the carrot in and out of bunny's hole, her other hand trying to take of her bloomers, so Bunny could play with her."
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"value": "Bunny continued to press her body into this Alice's body! Her massive, swollen breasts were ready to burst out of her tiny red dress! Her nipples rubbed against Alice's thighs, and Bunny gave out such moans and sighs. She slithered in the road in the grass, as this Alice gently toyed with her ass. Bunny giggled, and her butt wriggled, as Alice slid the tail-thing in Bunny's ass. \"Fuck her, make her cum\" cried the tape. \"Yes, fuck me... make me cum...\" repeated Bunny. She let out another moan as Alice pushed the tail-toy deeper and squeezed her receptive breasts.\nPerhaps this Alice had listened indeed. For Bunny gasped as Alice slid the vibrating carrot into Bunny's tight little rabbit hole. \"Oh, yes, oh, yes, Alice you're the best...\" she moaned, as this Alice slid the carrot deeper... deeper. Into her hole. Bunny moaned as the winsome carrot began to fill her slit, vibrating across her lips... irrigated by the luscious juices leaking out of Bunny's hole. Speaking of holes, Bunny began exploring this Alice's. Helped by this Alice herself, Bunny slowly pulled down this Alice's bloomers, exposing her own youthful entrance. Bunny poohed and abashed at her delicious wonderful pussy. \"Oh, my, oh, my...\" Bunny let out a sigh. As her hips undulated to the toys in her ass and pussy, she began to lick. Lick, lick, lick. Sliding her hippy tongue up and down this Alice's slit. Bunny nibbled, gently, this Alice's outer lips, grazing them across her teeth, sliding them under her tongue. She began to flick, flick, flick, flick, her tongue across this Alice's button, sucking the dear thing under the hood. \"Mmm...\" she said, moaning, her tongue and chin awash in this Alice's juices. Bunny took a carrot, and also slid it in, deeper, deeper, into Alice's hole. The carrot was thick and hard, firm and stiff. Bunny occasionally licked and a bit at the carrot, too, as if it were an alive and lively thing. She turned it on, as the delicious stiff thing began to vibrate. Bunny then moved it, in and out of this Alice's quivering quit, as Bunny gyrated her own wanting pussy against the carrots in her slit and ass.\nBumping and looking for an F writer to continue this thread! Seems I can update more SRPs once I get to the naughty parts..."
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"value": "The swirling magics dropped the thin girl onto the middle of the arena floor. Breathless, Garnet til Alexandros, commonly known to her friends as Dagger, looked around. Bits of her recently shorn black hair fluttered across the top of her head while she turned. Dark eyes darted around frantically, while the girl stumbled about to regain herself. She felt as though she'd been hit with a confusion effect, her mind constantly swirling. She'd heard something thud beside her: one of her friends? What had been happening?\nDagger vaguely recalled a temple... the fiends, maybe? It was all very blurry. She felt something ruffling the white of her garb, just nudging it against the leather jumper that covered most of her. Said brown leather extended over her shoulders and clung to her lithe frame, emphasizing her slight curves without making her look too slutty. It was an adventurer's outfit, which was why she'd picked it when she'd set out so very long ago now. There had been others then, Zidane, Vivid. Now Dagger didn't see anyone.\nShe fumbled on the ground for a moment, gloved hands kicking about the dust and cobblestones. Stones. The temple? Dagger grabbed something, her rod, and she pulled it up. At least she had that, and she could feel her magic within her. She wasn't helpless, despite looking very much like a helpless teenage girl.\n\"So where am I?\" she wondered, blinking and looking around. It was then that she thought she noticed something, a shimmer in the distance. It seemed as though she were in some sort of strange... coliseum of some sort? An arena, perhaps? And she could swear she saw magic forming a sort of barrier to cut her off from what she assumed was the audience. So someone was watching her? Was this some sort of trap? Could her mother... no, her mother was gone. She remembered that. Dagger gripped the rod tighter. She could still summon, still cast, still use her rod if it came to it.\n\"So what is this about? \"She wondered, taking a few cautious steps, wanting to explore around her. The air felt thick, but she couldn't say if that was with anticipation or the actual environment around her. The girl swallowed again, eyes flicking about. This felt like when she'd explored the forest of the fiends, or any of the other countless ruins they'd explored together. Except now, she was alone: not a single companion, and she knew she'd miss Zidane's dagger, Vivid's magic, Steiner's sword, Freya's spear, Seiko's magical backup... yes, this did not look good.\n\"But I can do it,\" she murmured, tightening her grip on her rod. \"I'm stronger now. I can do this,\" she took a deep breath, mentally readying summons, ready to blast the first thing that looked like a fiend breathed out of the Mist."
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"value": "Large floodlights from above began to turn on with a loud clang, and once the magical barrier was finished, the final of the five lights had illuminated nearly all the arena. This time, the ground was cobblestone, hand placed by some poor slave. The lights, had caused a sort of spotlight effect in the center of the arena, but there were enough dark spots along the outside and near the barrier where there was literally almost zero visibility. This was for a few reasons. There would be no time to prepare, and it put an individual's ability to fight at the focus of things, as opposed to one's ability to aim.\nThe other point to mention the barrier, it let in noise. Flooding and echoing now, the sound of rabid fans in the crowd started to grow and grow. They were getting so loud, it was almost as though the ground started to shake and move. They were stomping their feet, some yelling in a language similar to English, others yelling in something that was completely out of left field. Ultimately, this was an arena, and Garnet would be one of the main events.\nFor a moment, the crowd silenced, leaving Garnet to her own thoughts, before a shadow jumped out of the dark. The creature was a canine like creature. Its ears pointed like that of a German Shepard, but its face was much darker and had much more pronounced angles. It's body, rippled with muscle, and long fingers were wrapped around a sort of golden staff. Standing slowly, the creature was tall, standing at more than 7 foot, but not much more than 7 and a half feet. Its ears had made up a little of the distance. Bare muscle stared down the poor girl, and the only piece of clothing on the creature was a torn loin cloth.\nThis was a creature that had a better sense of smell, and a better sense of hearing than a normal human would, but where it lacked was its eyesight. It could move quick though, whether it be travelling on all fours or just running like a human would.\nAn announcer's voice overhead announced the loud name of the creature and the crowd sprang back to life, changing the name: \"Magnus! Magnus! Magnus!\"\nThe creature stretched for a moment, and one by one, a few more creatures, similar to the larger one stepped out. These were much smaller, wearing similar garb, but their faces and snouts were a little more rounded. They didn't look quite as strong, or fast, and this creature were completely blind.\nThe larger creature Magnus was staring down the girl. Tension filled the air, and after less than a minute, Magnus raised his finger to point at the girl and the smaller creatures sort of sprang into action.\nCharging Garnet, their only goal really was to get her on the ground, and to get her ready. They wouldn't overwhelm her though, they were more apt to go in one by one, and take whatever shots they needed to take."
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"value": "The shouts dazed Dagger. They had seemed to come from nowhere, though she should have expected as much. No one went through this much effort without putting an audience down to watch. The princess couldn't determine why it had all been done, however. No one announced anything. Instead, a creature appeared.\nDagger wasn't certain if it were fiend or a creature with a working mind. It could be like Freya's people, or any of the other members of the thinking world who happened to have faces that looked more animal than human. She took a step back nonetheless: the creature intimidated by sheer presence. The girl also had trouble believing that they would drop someone in an arena, someone who looked like that, just to speak with her.\n\"Wait for it to move,\" she whispered to herself, pulling her staff against her body, readying spells. She could hit it hard, perhaps summon Bahamas against it, or perhaps test to see if it had some elemental weakness she could exploit. The chanting began as Dagger thought, the constant reiteration of the name beating against her.\nMore fiends appeared. Dagger nearly thought this is an advantage. More meant weaker, and these looked nearly pathetic next to the larger one. They also bore no signs of intelligence. \"I don't want to fight you!\" she called, gripping the staff tightly. They moved, sprung. Dagger reacted. She'd stored up a charge from the Dragon Lord, and a blast of pure magical energy ripped in a column, chewing into the first few charging dogs. Dagger stood, nearly gaping. Her nerves had cost her dearly in her magical reserves: she'd have to be more cautious. She wasn't even sure that had done the task, though she seriously doubted they'd survive something like that..."
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"value": "Her words fell on deaf ears. If these creatures were intelligent enough, there was little to no chance of them understanding her native tongue. Besides, the language they dealt in was ultimately universal. Instead of words, actions conveyed needs, wants, and opinions. Instead of talking, they used force. One of the creatures began to charge at her, and when it jumped aiming to take a bite out of the princess's shoulder, it was blasted in the face with the energy from the staff. The creature and some of its pack behind it disintegrated almost immediately, and were reduced to ash that was lightly floating back to the ground. The action had drawn a reaction from the crowd as the cheering got louder. Here they thought it was just going to be a slaughter going the other way.\nThe smaller creatures didn't seem to have an end to them. They were easy enough to bring down, and in most cases she wouldn't even need a full magical blast. The bigger one would prove tougher. Its species had some innate arcane resistance. It would hurt him, sting for the beast even, but it was little more than a minor inconvenience. The dogs were lucky enough to get to her, just by sheer number, they never struck flesh. At most, they would get a small lawful of clothing, revealing just enough of Garnet to keep the crowd interested. They were here to see a show after all.\nThe little creatures didn't really serve as much of a challenge really. As Magnus stepped forward, he swung his massive staff in her direction. Something was very clear though. Magnus was swinging to debilitate, to stun, rather than swinging to kill. For every swing, its muscles strained, and it let out a grunt, a reaction to just how heavy the staff was that he was wielding. Some swings would hit the ground and cause the rocks to split and crack. Sometimes he would miss and hit the magical barrier, and his staff would just bounce right off, and it would take him a moment or two to recover. Hell, other times, one of the smaller, weaker dogs would get in the way, and the large staff would obliterate it. Magnus still had yet to connect, but when he did, it would be game over for her."
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"value": "Definitely too much magic in that first blast. There were just so many of the little dogs that Dagger had to keep moving and keep trying just to keep them off. She could feel bits of her clothing going with each attack. Long tears showed in her top, the thinner fabric not offering nearly enough protection. The scratches even got to Dagger's protective leather, and once or twice she could feel it grating against her own magical endurance. If she couldn't stop them, she'd end up going down from dozens of tiny wounds.\nExcept she couldn't fully focus upon them because of their leader. Dagger managed to just stay ahead of his blows, dodging clumsily. She'd learned some from Zidane, some from simply fighting enough times. There generally was someone to stand between her and something, someone like this. The princess could feel the air vibrating, and once or twice she lost her stance from the nearby tremors.\n\"Slow!\" she tried, flinging the spell at the larger creature. If she could just slow it enough to pull away. Small ones leaped, and Dagger barely dodged those hits as well, jerking her rod up. A handful attacked one after another, catching her off balance. The mage barely had enough time to process that when the larger creature swung again.\nNo time to dodge: Dagger jerked her rod up to try and intercept the attack. Still she could feel the blow reverberating throughout her entire body, sending her to her knees. She quickly slapped a hand upon her chest, sending healing magics into herself. The problem was that she hit her knees just as she could see the lesser beasts circling.\n\"What do you want?\" she demanded, fighting the panic entering her voice. \"What do you want with me?\" Because she was losing this battle, admittedly by a slow margin, but definitely losing. There were only so many tricks left that she could pull, and Dagger wasn't certain that any could actually work."
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"value": "The crowd was starting to get really into the match. The girl in the arena was lasting a lot longer than the normal participant. There hadn't been a winner in the arena in a good while. Not to mention, Magnus was all but undefeated, and he seemed to be on the path for continuing the streak here today. The other creatures which served as fodder were doing their job. They were there to figure out what kind of skill the combatant had, as well as tire them out a little bit. To dodge at the beginning of a fight was one thing, to expend yourself and try dodging when one was tired was another. The crowd let out a cry - some in excitement, others in acknowledgement - when she tried to block the attack and knocked her to the ground.\nOn one knee, Magnus walked to her slowly. Her demands and her questions fell on deaf ears though. A few of the lesser creatures circling around her. As the larger creature walked towards her, two of them made their way to her, grabbing her arms and holding them back. It only normally took one blow to end the fight. If Magnus touched you, you were going down. It seemed to be the way now, and Magnus knew it. His steps were slow and confident, just drinking in his apparent victory.\nThe smaller creatures didn't really have enough foresight to take her rod from her, the girl still had some options. There were only a few of them left, nothing else hidden in the shadows. All she really needed to do was to get past the creatures and find a way to kill the larger gladiator in front of her, but of course, it was a task easier said than done.\nFinally, Magnus revealed his true intention. The loin cloth before that was doing an alright job of covering up the user was ripped from the creatures hip, revealing a sizable member, that was all ready to go. The smaller creatures pushed Garnet's face into the ground, propping her ass up, and Magnus was making his way towards her. In this interaction, the crowd started cheering much louder. This is what they were here to see. This is what they had paid for. There was no better answer to her question than the one she had just gotten. After all, actions speak louder than words."
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"value": "Dagger breathed hard, trying yet again to regain sense of what was happening. This whole affair, the environment, the creatures, it all baffled and surprised the young princess. What was this about? Why her? Why were these creatures approaching? The intimidating dog creature kept moving steadily forward, and Dagger found herself trembling. Some deep fear seized hold of her, as it had in the past. It held her back, denied her action.\nThe girl didn't initially resist, therefore, as the smaller creatures shoved her toward the floor of the arena. The collision between floor and girl did knock some sense into her. Dagger gasped. She quickly healed herself, her eyes darting around. It was then that she saw what Magnus had revealed, what had driven the crowd to cheer. The thing that surged upward looked unreal, particularly to Dagger's inexperienced eyes. She had seen Zidane's before, even touched it, but it couldn't be anywhere close to the thing that bobbed between this creature's leg.\nThe fear that held her quickly turned to panic. Dagger gripped the rod yet again, using what strength she had to try and pull herself upright. She jerked, pointing the rod, hoping to hit the creature again. \"Bahamas!\" she screamed, her voice almost raw with emotion. The rod sparked with her energies, and Dagger could feel more of her magical source dwindling. Yet the impressive blast of energy formed, very nearly hitting Dagger herself. She could feel the crackling power of it, so very near, no doubt hurting the surrounding creatures.\nHad that been it? Dagger didn't have enough energy for another blast like that. She knew she still had some, could cast some of her white magic, possibly even call upon one of her lesser Eidolons. But Bahamas would require her to replenish her stores. She could only hope that through some twist of fate, her last blast had been enough."
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"value": "Well Whitehall was certainly a pleasant little backwater shit stain of a planet, wasn't it?\nNot that Rem had expected much else. Thus far this sun-bleached, yokel world was exactly everything he'd heard about it - near to a T. He'd done his research prior to leaving the ship, padding out and building on the general background of esoteric hearsay he'd picked up and never forgotten, just for just such an occasion as their crew being stranded there thanks to three broken thermal pistons. They'd always accused him of being a prickly, paranoid bastard. He'd simply said that he preferred the term well-prepared. At any rate, they truly didn't know even the half of it.\nHe'd much preferred to have been able to say that well-prepared, in this case, would have meant that he'd have foreseen the breaks in the engine room bowels or to have anticipated their last mechanics abrupt end of his usefulness. But, sometimes you have to make-do with what you have. And in this case, a convenient bit of dark net gossip about a particular mechanic shop on dried up, sheep-fucking Whitehall was what he had.\nBecause, as he'd already told Nader at least three times today: He couldn't fix anything that didn't operate in 1 and 0s. And until they made space boats that ran off of digital fucking coding that wouldn't be changing anytime soon no matter how many times his pock-marked ass asked him. And even IF the government and every damn shipbuilding company and guild did pull their heads out of each other's collective rectums and finally got on the right train to the digital age, unlikely as that would ever be, you can't fix four clean inches of cracked stainless steel with a clever bit of code routing.\nIf he hadn't wanted Nader to bluster without response until he was red in the face with impotent fury he wouldn't have phrased it that way, It's not as though he wanted that giant angry Slavic bull traipsing after him while he brokered sensitive, underworld-privy deals anyway. And the Captain, when that selfsame bovine had wrenched open the door to bridge decrying Rems manners and his hurt feelings, had agreed that it was best for all parties if Nader kept shipping.\nRem didn't play games he didn't know he could win. It was so easy with Nader he almost felt bad. Almost. If he wasn't assured in his position among Loveland's crew he wouldn't have stayed with them. It was funny what good looks, the will to use them and a brain would do for you in that regard. No wonder Names life had taken such a dark turn that he was relegated to taking consistent verbal beatings from a kid half his age. Again, he almost felt sorry for the old bull.\nSmall victories aside, he was keen on getting this unfortunate and inconvenient matter dealt with quickly. The idea of an extended, unpredicted stay on a world he knew, respectively, little about wasn't appealing in the least and if it had him on edge at least he'd managed to only take out the anxiety on Nader.\nRem Kovacs, when he left the Red Tail, certainly didn't have the look of someone on any kind of edge. He looked unavoidably out of place among Whitewalls bumpkin populace, but it was the right kind of out of place. He had no desire, nor was he in nearly desperate enough straights at current, to make any attempt to blend in with their ilk. Besides, he needed to make an impression.\nJust as much as the fine cut of his practical clothing and his general hygiene, his age set him apart as much as anything. If only because of the contrast that his lack of years set against the rest of his cadence. He was a thin, gangly youth - long and lean in limbs and the arch of his neck. The effect would have been unsightly if he didn't have an odd, but undeniable kind of poise that put all of those features to gloriously efficient work when he cared to. And he usually cared to. Rem had the kind of racial hodgepodge of features that were common among his generation, but in his particular scenario the dice had fallen in an undeniably favorable configuration. There was something of eastern descent in his pale skin and smooth, inky black hair but the one almond-shaped eye not hidden beneath long, side-swept bangs was a vibrant, almost acid shade of green and the planes of his narrow, angular face were well-defined with an aquiline nose and high-set cheekbones.\nHe wore a cowl-necked jacket, though his neck was covered to his jawline by a very high-collared cotton shirt beneath and sensible pants and boots considering the dusty, uneven paving of even the township streets. If it wasn't far too ambitious to call this a town in any manner unironically. Likewise, his arms were covered by cotton sleeves even though he'd rolled the cuffs of his jacket up over at his elbows. Rem walked armed, like anyone with any amount of sense, but not overtly or oppressively so. The derringer in its holster at his hip was the only obvious arm on him.\nIt hadn't been too far from a walk, they'd had enough use of the ships engines and landing mechanics to get to Whitehall and certainly enough to end up near enough to where Rems net-reputed mechanics held shop. Even so, it was wretchedly hot, dry walk, and he was more than happy for the relative solace of the shaded coolness of the cement shop. He didn't bother knocking, the door was open as he'd expected.\nThe usual little bell tinkled above the door as he opened it so be didn't bother calling out to announce his presence, though his visible eye glanced around in quick, efficient observation."
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"value": "In all his 28 years of life Quinn was sure of one thing. There was no such place as 'home'.\nWhen he finished for the day and left the shelter of the garage he didn't take time to admire the horizon or the surrounding buildings. He was friendly enough with the locals, more out of gratitude than actually wanting to know them or become their friends. When he'd been found having smuggled himself on board a bounty hunters ship they'd given him bits of food until Dragged saw his talent with machines and put him on his payroll.\nEven at the age of nine he'd never beg for food, he'd steal or swap payment. Slept where he could find shade. Sometimes he'd wake up to find two bites worth of a protein bar in his pocket. He'd never admit to eating it thought it was the only time he'd gone without that sharp pain deep in his belly.\nOver twenty years ago he'd fallen onto this planet, and now he was Dragged's go-to mechanic, was the one everyone saw running the garage when the old man passed, but he didn't want to die here. He'd had dreams as a kid of traveling through the 'verse. Seeing the different planets and people. He had a good enough life here, but he wanted more than just good enough.\nMore than once the opportunity to leave this place had arisen, he was more attractive than the usual folk around here, being a foreigner he'd been raised with a higher level of self-care. Most of these people didn't even clean their teeth, or just thought a swig of alcohol would do the trick of cleansing their mouth. Even then, some of the people who came in here seeking mechanical help would offer a place on their ship for a young mechanic like him, but there had always been something missing. And he didn't believe in trust, much less love. It was every man for himself out here. The thing lacking was always the ship. If he was going to leave it would have to be for a special beauty of an engine, and she just hadn't come along yet.\nThe sound created by a ship entering the atmosphere was one of a kind. When it was a struggling ship it was one he could pick up. He still had a semi-decent yet horrendously gunned up compression coil in his hand when he'd heard the unmistakable sound of engines breaking atom and had wandered over to peer up into the too bright sky, momentarily blinded before his eyes adjusted and he saw the transport ship. He'd never seen a Peregrine class vessel in person, it was rare outlaws could afford it though these folks rarely bought their vessels and the previous owners weren't capable of talking to report it stolen.\nFurthermore, he'd stepped back inside after watching the trail of plasma with a critical eye. The issue he assumed was pretty simple and how a mechanic of a vessel of that class could miss it was beyond him. Quinn tossed the compression coil onto the desk he'd been seated at moments before to step back into the warehouse.\nHe was still searching, having climbed up a number of shelves to find the better quality thermal pistons. Once he did, he dropped to the ground, a tuft of dust rising from the floor before he turned and walked out of the warehouse, through the open large, towards the more secluded reception area. He had a box tucked under his arm and raked his oil-stained fingers through his dark hair as he turned the corner.\nHe nearly dropped the box when he saw the young man standing there. You ain't a mechanic, he stated, a furrow coming to his brow as he stepped forward and set the thermal pistons down by his feet.\nThe man was much to well groomed to fall into the mechanic spectrum of the world though he should have known better to make assumptions.\nQuinn himself had traits of Eastern European descent, his skin tinted darker after years on the desert planet, his build athletic with muscles thickened through years of hard, manual work. His hand were large and rough, fingertips stained with oil over the years. His eyes were bright, an odd shade of gray which usually appeared green or blue depending on the lighting and surroundings. His face coated with stubble, hiding the cleft chin but strengthening the strong jaw line and pronouncing his full lips.\nJust figured the mechanic would come to collect the parts, he leaned forward, forearms resting flat as he clasped his hands together and gazed at the other man, or boy. He couldn't really tell. You are a might too... he paused, he'd been about to say pretty but thought better of it. Clean to be ruttin' around an engine, even on a peregrine, he slid back, knelt down and lifted the box.\nThermal pistons I'm guessin' by the type'a plasma trail left in the sky, he set the box down, there were seven in the box, the only ones they had in stock."
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"value": "As if in an effort to literally highlight further the difference between the two, Rems perfectly manicured eyebrow rose over his single visible eye.\nTruly a brilliant display of deductive reasoning, thank you for that. His voice was a smooth tenor that could be pleasant, could drawl honey when he wanted to, and was usually anything but. The slanting, sideways sarcasm at present only an iceberg tip of the full scale coldness he could draw and render. His accent had the clipped vowels and posh, carelessly meandering consonants of Londinium, the pointedly refined cadence of the higher society.\nHe waited, as Quinn continued, attention drifting lackadaisical in casual survey of the front of the shop that he'd already taken a sharp, clinical observation of upon entering. He had a part to play after all. His head turned away from the rough-and-tumble mechanic, he didn't take the time or expel the great effort it would have no doubt taken to turn the great distance back to face the man. Instead, his eye carelessly swept back under his lashes.\nOur mechanic is no longer with us. There was a disagreement. He said it as if they might have once bet on two different horses and been unable to reconcile when one came in second and another in show. Rem let out an exhalation of breath that could only just call a sigh, and was more a gesture of careless acquiescence than exasperation. I suppose well need to acquire another of those as well, but first things first yes?\nAt the shuffling thud of heavy metal parts in a box he did, actually, deign to turn not only his head but the whole of his spindling self as well. Rem paced forward the two steps it took to bring him within distance enough to see. Casting his acid attention down at the boxes contents, his mouth crawled into a smile. Of course, they would be the right parts for the very model they were flying.\nHe folded his arms across his chest and caught his chin in the long fingers of one hand. Smart and discrete. How very convenient for us. Our Captain is more than prepared to compensate well for those two skills.\nRem glanced up from the pistons to Quinn, the smile still on his face. He let the moment slide by long enough before continuing. Just long enough for a smart man to pick up on the other currencies in which the Captain might willing to negotiate. He did say that he'd handle their mechanical dilemma and Rem was always prepared to use what he had. Moreover, Quinn had already proved himself, in 45 seconds, more competent than the last one, and he was a good deal better looking to cap it off. A Welcome to aboard the Red Tail, you should really stay awhile bit of blowjob bribery was by no means off the table.\nYou'll come with me?"
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"value": "With a slight tilt of his head and the elevation of his right eyebrow, he shrugged a shoulder to Rem's comment. Well I do consider myself one of the more educated people of this township, not that it's saying much, he offered, gazing at the man who seemed less than impressed with his surroundings. Doesn't exactly say much for the planet as a whole if I'm being honest, he said with an easy smile and a light chuckle.\nThe way he spoke of the mechanic was curious, but it was kind of usual around there. After all there were plenty of times visitors would settle their disputes while on Whitehall. Which would result in a new plot within their cemetery.\nQuinn stood still, hands braced against the counter as Rem paced to the box and looked down at its contents. He studied the way Rem carried himself as he gazed down at the box then met his gaze when the other man lifted his head. He was just a little surprised to see a smile on Rem's face and sort of taken by the next words to come from his mouth.\nFurthermore, he didn't comment on the suggestions of the other compensation, it wasn't something which came up in such a way. Or maybe it did. But most of the people coming through there weren't attractive enough to even consider a drunken tumble with, much less take it as a form of compensation. He was used to being hit on though in a much more vulgar, less subtle fashion, and he really didn't know how to respond with the fact he wouldn't mind a quick romp with the man in front of him.\nAt the mention of him going with Rem he was put on the spot, and he gave a quick nod. Of course. Can't have you hurting a ship like that by fucking up putting a few pistons in, he commented as he pushed away from the counter. Give me a few minutes to grab some things.\nQuinn stepped out of the room to grab his jacket and a few tools he'd need to get the pistons in and if the mechanic left on his own terms then the tools would probably be gone. If the mechanic had left by more forceful means there was a good chance he'd have everything he'd need to get them in, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. Upon his return to the front he set the tools into the box, shrugged his jacket on and picked up the box. Lead the way."
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"value": "Bound and helpless. That's how Sarah felt at the moment. It was supposed to be a normal routine that was to turn out normal results and just be plain normal. How did she get into this situation? Ignorance and complete disregard for her superiors. She had only been on Pandora for a few months now. Prior to coming, she was undergoing the physical and emotional therapy to help strengthen her lungs to support the air on the vast Na'vi planet. She let out a sigh, trying to capture a glimpse at her captors through her red strands of hair. Her gray eyes glimmered through the light of the forest.\nIt was beautiful during the night, and had Sarah been at home right now, she would be enjoying it. If she were to ever return to her squad, she would be sure to give her commander a little more than just a piece of her mind. It was a setup and she knew it. She and the lieutenant could never see eye to eye and, although she obeyed her orders, she didn't like the older man. She struggled with the binds, but failed. Small sweat beads wrinkled down her forehead, she was getting frustrated, and she hated being frustrated.\nAll the training she received did not prepare her for this. She had not planned on getting captured by the indigenous nor being left with no rescue. She knew her life wasn't that important, but damn. There had to be at least one other human missing her right now, trying to convince the army to come and rescue her. She couldn't speak the Na'vi language and she couldn't understand it. It was the only comforting thought she had as she sat in captivity, waiting to see what they would do with her.\nIt couldn't have been too bad. After all, what could primitive animals do to an 'alien' other than tear them limb from limb and probably bask in their blood as they slowly died. She shuddered at the thought. She wasn't ready to die and if that were to be the case, she would at least try and take one of the giants with her. Stop. There was no reason to be thinking like that. She gave out a high chuckle, almost sounding like a whisper as the wind played with her hair, giving her better access to the view. They had come upon a large, no huge tree that would have been the perfect treehouse to any little child with a big imagination. Of course, Sarah could only stare in awe."
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"value": "For Park'EK this was the night of triumph. Not only did the future OLO'aka managed to defeat the Sky People in battle, but he also captured personally one of them! He manged to jump at the read-haired creature from behind and tie it down with Or'Vi ropes while the other warriors barleykilledthe remaining three. Now he held its leash in his hand as it moved behind him....the arrogant being it was, now enslaved by the People....looking at it made him both angry and happy, for it will pay for the crimes of it's race.\nThey entered the Home Tree surrounded by a mob of the People, male and female alike, old and young, strong and weak. The entire tribe celebrated their victory. Park'EK heard the words of praise coming from all the directions and for him and his warriors and the insults towards the prisoner shouted by those who noticed it. The Sky Person seemed not to understand what they were shouting-he wasn't surprised. Park'Ed couldn't really expect a primitive creature like this to know the language of People.\nIn the central plaza under the Tree stood Gar'Nat, the current OLO'aka. The People formed a large circle around them and fell silent. Gar'Nat spoke\n\"I heard the word of your victory, and I am proud of that, Park'EK, son of Car'EK. Yet I am surprised to see the prize you brought. It's been many Periods since the last time Gatarokataya tribe captured one of the Sky People.\" It was true, Park'EK was still an Aspiring Warrior the last time they captured and executed one of this filthy aliens.\n\"This makes me even more proud than\" the old man continuer, \"for this proves I was right when choosing a successor.\" He paused for a moment. Park'EK was shining with pride.\n\"Let me examine the creature now....\" Park'EK pushed the Sky Person forward and pointed to the floor.\n\"On your knees before OLO'aka, alien\"."
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"value": "Sarah grunted as she fell to the floor. Still bound, she managed to spit some of the dirt out that made it into her mouth in the process. She staggered to sit up straight, kicking the dirt in the process and glanced around. Many of the Na'vi seemed joyous and happy to the one that captured her and glared as they spotted her. She twitched her nose a bit, clenching her teeth as she stared at the Na'vi standing in front of her. She heard the Na'vi male speak to her and pointed to the floor.\n\"What? You want me to do something on the floor?\" she questioned, not quite following what the male had meant. She turned to glance at what looked like the leader of this particular clan and frowned. He wanted her to bow? Hell no. She was too proud and stubborn for that. She lifted herself up and stared at the OLO'Kyran leader, or what she thought was the leader and glared at him. There was a sense of pride that she had, and the years of training in the military was about to see how far it would get her.\n\"I will not bow to you,\" she coughed out, still a little dirt lingering in her mouth as she spoke. She took the time to slowly move her hands about, trying to see if she could somehow cut the rope with her metal watch, but to no avail. She mentally cursed herself and glanced around the large tree. There were a lot of Na'vi inhabiting it, and it reminded her of a city back on Earth. Oh, now was the time she wished she had stayed."
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"value": "The creature sat, but not kneeled. Furthermore, Spokeo the great OLO'aka of Gatarokataya tribe. Tar'EK, enraged, moved Tanaka bow. Just when he was about to grab the alien's leash, Gar'NAK stopped him with a gesture. The young warrior gave him a surprised look. OLO'aka ignored it and approached the Sky Person.\nHe brutally grabbed the creature's chin and started moving it in various directions, as if examining something. Few seconds he finished and pushed it away in disgust. After a moment of awkward silence, he announced, looking meaningfully at Tar'EK.\n\"It's a female\"\nThe young warrior shook his head, confused.\nWhen capturing a male, it was easy. The prisoners were publicly executed, and the case was over. However, according to ancient Na'vi traditions, capturing a female required.different approach. Warriors who manged to capture a female in battle where granted privilege of publicly humiliating her and taking as his own in order to insult her tribe. Now, this situation was a little different. That woman was an alien. She wasn't of any tribe, she was of...\nSky People.\nTar'EK's thoughts took different direction. What an honor it would be for his tribe, what an insult to the Sky People if he did it to her? With a triumphant smile, he addressed Gar'NAK\n\"Oh great Gar'NAK, OLO'aka of Gatarokataya tribe. I hereby ask you to grant me the Privilege of Victory.\"\nThe old man nodded. Then, he raised his hands and announced:\n\"The warrior asked for what's rightfully his. Rejoice!!!\"\nThe crowd surrounding them started screaming his name savagely. Such screams were supposed to help the warrior realize his primal energy and make Era know that this is the moment of his triumph. Although it had been a long time since the last time such situation happen, knowledge about this and many other rituals was passed from generation to generation. OLO'aka moved back and watched the scene with an indifferent facial expression.\nTar'EK removed the piece of Pa'LI skin covering his sexual organs. His member wasn't hard yet, so he started to masturbate, while constantly looking at the captured female.\nIn a way, she was beautiful.... He wondered if she has vagina in the same place the woman of the People do. He'll soon find out.... This uncertainty stimulated him even more. Soon, he'll be ready."
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"value": "Sarah looked around confused as to what was going on. Her face was abruptly grabbed and then tilted, as if he was inspecting her. He made a face of disgust before things seemed to be quiet, almost an awkward silence type of thing. Then he spoke. Of course, she couldn't understand what they were saying and stayed silent. When the one that captured her spoke and rose his hand, the others started wailing and cheering him on.\n\"What the hell is going on here,\" she stated more to herself as she placed her legs beneath her, forcing herself up to stand. When she did, she noticed the male Na'vi take his dire horse cloth away from his genitals and exposed himself to her. All she could do was raise an eyebrow and say \"What the fuck,\" before he advanced towards her. He began toying with himself as his gazed was fixed on her, like a wolf staring the sheep down, as he did so. She turned her nose in disgust before realization dawned on her.\n\"Hell no, you ain't going to stick that in me,\" she nearly shouted, her head frantically searching for an open space to run, but there was none. The Na'vi seemed to cheer him on as he did so and while she occasionally stared at him, her mind twisted wondered how the hell he would fit in her. He was twelve foot tall, she was barely passing six, being at five foot ten inches."
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"value": "The female stood up. It didn't really matter to him though-he'll have her anyway, everyday he wants. There is nowhere to run, and with her hands tight there wasn't much she could do anyway. It was truly the day of People's triumph. The day of his triumph. After humiliating her, this little alien female will become his property, as the ancient laws stated. She will pay for her crimes, of that Tar'EK was certain.\nWhen his member was hard enough, he charged towards her with a savage roar. With one kick in the belly he put her back on the ground where he believed her place is. Then, encouraged by a cheerful scream of the Na'vi gathered around he lied down on her, covering her clothed body with his naked one. He spread her legs and looked at the place where her count should be. Like the most of her body, it wasn't exposed. After failing to find the way to remover the material, Tar'EK grabbed the cloth around her vagina and simply ripped it off. Surprisingly, there was another material under it. He ripped it off as well, finally exposing her small pussy. A little too small for his dick. Despite several attempts he was unable to fit it in. He was mad from both rage and sexual stimulation. Looking for a way to reveal his animal lust he stuck his long toque out and licked the female's cheek, while constantly pressing his penis against her vagina."
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"value": "Sarah gasped in pain and horror when the Na'vi male charged her. He kicked her to the ground and savagely assaulted her, trying to remove her clothing in which he seemed to fail. When he seemed to give up, he tore off her clothing, leaving her bare to the Na'vi's eyes. She felt a shiver fall down her spine and immediately began to squirm underneath the taller male. He seemed to be confused, almost as if he was calculating something before he began to fit himself inside her. Sarah almost laughed when he seemed to fail before giving a slight grunt as he rubbed against her.\n\"Told you there is no way you'd stick that thing in me,\" she almost regretted stating that as his tongue flickered out and touched her cheek. She would have spat in disgust, but she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, he'd stick his tongue, or something else, in it. As he tried to fit himself, she could feel the pressure against her vagina, part of her wanting it and the other screaming to kick him off. She knew better though as the male Na'vi was clearly taller and stronger than herself. She wouldn't be able to fight off the whole Na'vi clan if she were to actually escape.\nWithout intentionally doing so, a soft moan elected off her lips as he continued to fit himself in her. Although he was clearly thicker and wider than the average human, it surprised her that it still wouldn't fit. Back home on earth she had heard some rather disturbing tales of larger men fitting into smaller women. How they managed, she didn't know. She was just glad he wouldn't be able to stick his penis in without first widening her. A fit of rage still filled her being, trying her hardest to cut the rope from her wrists so she could have an advantage with free hands."
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"value": "Unlike fine, Na'vi women during the Privilege of Victory, the alien woman offer no resistance. What a pathetic creature these Sky People are! So arrogant, so pompous, so disrespectful towards Era....yet when captured, they can't even fight back. Of course, this wouldn't have changed anything but honor required fighting to the last drop of blood. For some reason however, her passiveness made him even more horny...he wanted to rape and ravage her and nothing, especially not her cunt, will stop him! Angry, he tried to penetrate her yet again.\nWith one, powerful thrust, he charged his penis into her vagina. It was tighter and felt better than the pussy of any Na'vi woman he fucked ever before. When his cock was only halfway in, he started rapidly pumping inside her, stretching her cunt with every move. He knew he was causing the alien pain, but that stimulated him even more. He wanted to make her pay, he wanted to complete the ritual, but most importantly, he wanted to satisfy his own lust. While he was fucking her, his tongue forced its way into her mouth. For him, it doubled his victory.\nHe continued raping her for a long time, until he couldn't hold it anymore. Tar'EK howled savagely as he started cumming inside her vagina. Soon, he felt the pressure of his own semen, there was simply not enough place inside her for all of it. He quickly pulled his penis out, his cum poured out of her wide-opened cunt shortly after. The crowd of Na'vi was screaming his name cheerfully and OLO'aka nodded his head. This part of the ritual was over.\nHe stood up and looked at humiliated creature lying below. His last was gone, and all he felt now was some strange mixture of rage and happiness."
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"value": "Sarah's eyes widened as a scream tore from her throat. The sudden violent thrust managed to get the Na'vi's large penis into her, if only half way, and it felt like she had been split into two parts. It burned, and it caused so much pain that she felt the burning sensation of tears fall down her cheeks. She tried to move, but as she did, it only caused the pain to grow, and so she elected to stop. As she opened her mouth again to scream in horror, the Na'vi male forced his tongue into her mouth, tasting his saliva in the process.\nShe wanted to throw up, and she wanted to die all in the same essence of her being. He ravaged her for a long time, and when she felt him release, it filled her more so that when he removed himself, his cum had poured out of her widened vagina. Sobs erupted as she shook violently, the pain still coursing through her body as she tried to move. She didn't know that it could hurt so much, but then again, he wasn't exactly human to begin with. She felt the urge to kill herself as the Na'vi people rejoiced in her humiliation."
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"value": "Lucius had always been the top student at Hogwarts. Both in popularity and in studies. The teachers liked him because he was incredibly gifted, and really quite polite to their face. The other students liked him because he was rich, and always threw the best parties. They excused the fact that he was not nice to the people he did not like, especially since most of them past through his scorn untouched. He reserved his anger for the outcasts, oddballs, and weirdum's that tried to attendhisschool and hang out withhisfriends.\nOf course this was mostly reserved for the boys. They deserved all of his hate.\nThe girls depended on entirely how pretty they were. If they were cute, and sort of bookworms he would first try other things, and if they didn't work he would treat them just like the weirdum's. If they were sexy? He would charm them. That came easily. If they were an ugly hag's he would treat them just like the boys. Truly he was a bully, and the worst kind since he excelled at studies and very rarely got caught when he did bully. He was always quick-witted, and quick worded. Rarely failing to find some excuse for anything that he did, or was said to have done.\nToday was the first day of school, and he was excited to be back.\nStanding at the doorway to the dormitory rooms, he smiled at old friends, and glared at old enemies, but really it was the new crop of freshmen that caught his interest. Especially the girls. Ever since coming here he'd been infatuated with girls. Especially the shy, cute ones, that didn't seem to want to admit that they were gorgeous. When the blushed, or smiled, or even cried. That gave him all sorts of pleasure.\nSpotting a very cute, and very interesting, cute little thing he left his perch, swooping in like an eagle.\n\"Hello there,\" He said softly, his hand going to her hip while the other took her bag, \"You look a little lost. I'm Lucius.\""
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"value": "Lisa never imagined, not even in her bravest dreams, that someday she'll receive a letter from Hogwarts, inviting her to study wizardry. First she even thought it was stupid joke by her older sister who's been calling her witch just for fun, but as it appeared it wasn't one more foolish joke. Who could have ever guessed that Lisa, child from a casual family (They call them muggles in magic world) can be witched for real? Surely, nobody. As well as nobody could lead her to the so-called Dragon Alley, which she couldn't find on city's map for the life of her, and it appeared to be the only one place where she could buy books and uniform that she needed for studying in Hogwarts.\nBut things seemed to work out as someday while walking down the London streets some stranger invited her to the strange looking café, named 'Leaky Cauldron'. Sure, Lisa would eventually run away once she heard such a suggestion from somebody she saw for the first time in her life, but as he told that from there she might get into Dragon Alley, girl gave up and followed the stranger, still ready to call emergency if something went wrong. Yet he didn't lie - she really got into Dragon Alley, and really found everything she needed in there.\nSummer, still full of fear and doubts, has passed even faster than always, and school has started so soon as well. Before Lisa found Dragon Alley she was totally sure it was such a stupid joke, but after actually finding all the needed books she understood that letter from Hogwarts was real after all, that's why she didn't turn around and go home once she saw platform number which didn't even exist. Indeed, it took her quite a long time to find it, and if she hasn't noticed some people disappearing after they've bumped into column between 10th and 9th platforms, Lisa would get late to the Hogwarts express.\nLisa's luck seemed to be endless - she found all the hidden things of that mysterious wizards world and actually reached castle, went through sorting (she got into Gryffindor) and now with other freshmen was heading to their bedrooms.\nSomebody has stopped her, and Lisa turned around. Her eyes widened as she saw a blond haired guy, obviously few years older than she is, standing in front of her. She didn't even get enough of time to say something, as she felt his hand sliding down to her hip. Lisa felt a heat all over her cheeks, and soon they were covered by a bright pink blush. \"L.... Lisa.\" She said, her voice trebling and cracking a bit. Girl nodded a bit, instead of telling him that it was nice to meet him. \"And I'm not lost thank you for care, though!\" She quickly muttered, with some more confidence in her voice, pushing his hand away. Seriously, what was he thinking? They've just met, and he's already touching her like this!"
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"value": "Still holding her bag, Lucius walked backwards with a smile plastered upon his face, and his eyes fixed on the cute girls pretty eyes. He knew that they liked his smile, the females that is, and this would be no exception. \"Sodium, gravities,\" With a flick of his wrist he continued to walk backwards, but only now both he and the new girl were walking upon the ceiling of the hallway instead of the floor. He gave a grin, \"It's a pleasure to meet you Lisa. Welcome to Hogwarts! You must be new... I haven't seen you, or met you before, and I'm sure I would have remembered you... You've got too cute of a face to forget.\"\nWith a wink, he turned and began walking down the hallway, then he stopped when he noticed she wasn't following him.\n\"Come along! I'll take you to the freshman floors. They're just up ahead. Trust me, it's much more fun to walk up on the ceiling than down on the floor with all those muggles and pretenders. They have no idea what true wizardry can do. Like me! Perhaps... If you'd like... I'll show you sometime. Now, do come along!\"\nReaching out, he took her hand and gave it a pull. When she got closer, he kissed it, and gave her another wink as he walked her through the halls and down the upstairs, all the way to her room, finally once arriving he did let the gravity go back the way it was. Muttering the words, \"Downidium gravities.\"\nThey landed quite closer though, with their lips a few inches apart, just as he had planned.\n\"Sorry.\" He muttered, before backing away and handing her bag over.\n\"So Lisa... Will I see you in the dining hall, later on?\""
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"value": "Lisa's eyes has widened even more as he didn't seem to plan on giving up on her just because of her pushing his hand away. Though no matter how sweetly he was smiling, it didn't impress her at all. Lucius seemed to be way too fake, like he's acting this nicely to her only because it might get him some use - Lisa didn't even doubt that it's how it really was, but his purpose was still unknown to her. Though she didn't even want to know it. First impression he did wasn't so nice, even though most of the girls would just melt away because of such a gesture, and Lisa just felt that getting to know him any closer might be such a big stupid mistake. Lucius was definitely kind of guy she would rather avoid than stick with him.\nSuddenly she felt something weird going on, the same feeling as when you're weak after not eating for a long time. Closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead Lisa hoped this unpleasant feeling will go away soon, and as it vanished she has opened her eyes.\nWhat she saw scared and excited her in the same time - they were actually standing on the ceiling! Lisa was afraid to move, though watching like Lucius walked calmly that it seemed he's doing it every day, Lisa followed him. She had no other choice but move, otherwise she would leave behind and would have no ideas how to go back down, and this fact was scaring Lisa even more than taking a first step. Which appeared to be not scary at all and felt like a normal walking...\n\"Thank you.\" She muttered still looking around, not being able to believe it wasn't a dream. But it all. It was just too good to be truth. But his quote about 'muggles and pretenders' proved her it wasn't a dream after all. Now Lisa really wanted to get rid of him, and would definitely do it if she wasn't afraid to fall down. Slowly she's been starting to dislike Lucius more and more, no matter how hard he tried to charm her by his manners and arrogance.\nLisa shivered at feeling how he took her by the hand, how he kissed it and how they landed, just as suddenly as they got to the ceiling - the same unpleasant feeling of weakness. Everything seemed to happen as in slowed down movie - scene after scene. For some reason her disgust towards blond haired guy has increased even more, maybe because now he was invading her personal space even more than Lisa ever allowed anybody?\nThanks god he stepped away - Lisa would simply push him away from herself, no matter how impolite it would be. He deserved it. Getting her bag back girl nodded slightly instead of saying 'thanks', and after receiving his question thought for a minute.\n\"Sure you will... But as I understood it seems to be a terrible thing to be a muggle-born in your book... Sorry to tell you, but I'm actually one of them - there are no magicians in my family.\"\nLisa truly hoped that it will make him stay away from her - oh, she almost prayed that after that Lucius would find her disgusting just as much as he was to her. For some unknown reasons Lisa wanted him to hate her, never talk or even look at her, just act that they've never met."
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"value": "Lucius only smirked in response. Of course, she was muggle-born, why else would he be pretending to be so nice to her? It was only so that she would say these sorts of things, and open herself up to a world full of pain and hurt once he really decided to turnout charm. Instead of saying anything mean now, he simply shrugged his shoulders and gave her a hopeful smile.\n\"Well, now there is a magician, you!\"\nThat at least made her blush and stopped her from looking at him in such a hostile way, perhaps she thought he was trying to be nice? No, probably not. Lucius knew the darkness in him was a little too strong to really hide, but he was going to try his hardest with her. That would really give him an advantage when he decided to have his fun with this precious little morsel. Stepping out of her room, he threw a wave and a goodbye over his shoulder casually.\n\"Good luck with school! Let me know if you need any help!\"\nThen he was gone around the corner, and if she tried to see which way he went down the hall Lisa wouldn't see that either. Because Lucius had walked right into the nearest mirror with the word: Teleports Marius! Then he was staringoutof one of the many mirrors in Lisa's very own room. Waiting for her to get changed into her new uniform. He just had to make sure, first, that she was just as pretty under her clothes as she seemed to be. The moment he was sure of that, would be the moment he'd start to have some fun with her... Well, he actually already had. Because the moment he could see her panties he had whispered the words, Lighting Touches Tenders Breathing. The barely breathed words would create a light, pleasurable, almost unnoticeable touch to her panties and the front of her crotch.\nJust enough to get her aroused, but not enough for her to figure out why.\nLucius only wanted to see if she knew about sex, and things it entailed. It was all... Innocent fun... For now."
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"value": "Lisa blinked surprised, as she was sure that once he heard about her being muggle-born, Lucius will back away and leave her alone... Maybe will even begin to bully her. 'Yet better than acting like he's my boyfriend!' she thought, watching him to walk away. With a small sigh, red haired girl stared at the place where she saw his blond hair for the last time, and then, after turning on her heel, she headed to the Gryffindor's tower.\nClimbing up massive and big stairs, Lisa had enough of time to think about what has happened, though it still seemed like some kind of fantastic dream... Somehow reminding her some fantasy books that she did read when she was younger. School of magic, charming but yet evil and seemingly devious young man, trying to seduce her... It all sounded so unreal, so twisted and... Like an obvious trap. Something about all this was making young student of Hogwarts to feel worried, really worried... Though headmaster's speech about school of wizardry was inspiring, since he said it was one of the most secure places in the world... Lisa wasn't convinced yet.\nShe has finally entered common rooms of Gryffindor's - luckily there were some people next to the portrait, so she was told this week's password. Lisa headed to the girl's dormitory which was already empty. With a little sigh she took out her school uniform from the old looking suitcase, and began changing clothes.\nFirst she got rid of her sweater, revealing her pale and pointy shoulders, as well as slim, but sort of short, waist. She dropped sweater on her bed, eventually pulling down tight jeans, which were thrown on the bed as well. With a slight sigh redhead grabbed her uniform's skirt, but then, suddenly, her eyes widened.\nLisa let off her skirt, letting it fall on the floor. All of a sudden she felt an urge that she couldn't explain. Biting on her bottom lip, girl shook head a bit, trying to make all the thoughts that began occurring her mind to go away, but the arousal seemed to be only growing. Her breathing became heavier, nipples hidden by her bra hardened, and Lisa could swear she felt a wet spot appearing on her panties.\nDesperately trying to fight her desire, she leaned down to take her skirt, but couldn't handle even that. Girl fell on her knees and grabbed on the corned of her bed, as her other hand went between her legs. Closing her eyes, Lisa pressed fingers against her sensitive area through the panties, and feeling the massive wetness began rubbing it. A soft moan has escaped her lips, and she clenched on the sheet of her bed, still staying on her knees, caressing herself."
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"value": "Lucius reacted with surprise. His eyebrows went up, both in the mirror and on his forehead. Then he frowned, wondering if he had used too strong of a spell, but in the end decided it didn't matter. Lisa was giving him just the show he wanted, and he felt his cock growing within his trousers. With a sudden grin, an inspiration came to him as he caught sight of her comb inside of her suitcase, with a flick of his wand he sent the item tumbling so that it landed directly in front of Lisa. It's long handle would be ideal for any young girl to... Use... To pleasure one's self. Though he knew that he was provoking her curiosity, he couldn't help but try, and if she suspected something she would never actually find out what was happening. Less, of course, if she was a much better magician than he suspected.\nAs it was, he had no fear of her detecting him, and even decided it would be worth doing his own... Exploration.\nGrabbing his cock inside his trousers, he fed it through the fly and began to squeeze and stroke it slowly. Just as Lisa picked up the hand of her comb and looked at it curiously, still she was obviously tingling, as he other hand was still between her legs. \"Oh yes little one,\" He hissed to himself, \"You know exactly what to do wit that.\""
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"value": "The man always woke up late and got to a late start every day. He had turned his alarm off three different times. Finally, on the fourth try, he managed to get out and let out a sigh. His head was pounding, and he soon realized that he shouldn't have had those few last shots. Wiping his eyes and putting some gel in his hair, he moved to put on his business suit. A phone call from Pepper, telling him everything was in order, and a nice breakfast of whiskey and eggs, he was off. Moving quickly back upstairs, he took another look at himself in the mirror and smiled. \"Damn, I look good.\"\nLooking at the clock, he was already late, though he ran the damn business, so he was allowed to be late. At least, that was his thoughts. Moving back to the girl in the bed, he kissed her on the cheek and sighed. \"I have to go babe.\" He said to the blonde, brushing her hair out of her face and planting another kiss on her lips. \"I'll be back tonight.\" He said as he covered her back up and moved downstairs, getting into the limo, and going to Stark Industries, for another day of work. .\nIt was another day of school for Peter Parker. He sighed as he sat in class and took notes for his test that next day. Of course, he thought about MJ, but he had other things to worry about that day. He made it pretty much through the day without anyone talking to him or touching him, and he moved toward the pay phone, sighing as he input his dollar and dialing MJ's number. After getting her message system, he let out a sigh. \"Hey, MJ, it's Peter.\" He started, with a pause. He didn't know how to break it to her, so his voice was very shaky. \"Look, I can't go to your show tonight.\" He said with another sigh. \"I will still pick you up after, I just. . . I'm busy alright. Love you. Peter.\" He said finally as he hung up.\nWith another sigh, he punched his locker. This relationship with Mary Jane was slipping through his fingers. He hated to do these things to her, but most of the time he had no choice. It wasn't as though he was cheating on her or doing anything along those lines, but he just didn't have the time. What between being Spider-Man, to studying, to hanging out with MJ, one of those things had to take the back seat. . ."
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"value": "The blondes eyes opened to reveal a bright shade of green when she felt his lips against her own. He was late again and sometimes she didn't understand the logic of setting an alarm clock if you weren't going to get up for it. As he left she slowly sat up in the creamy sea of satin that was their love nest. Felicia had been dating Tony going on three months now, probably her longest and most successful relationship with one of the most successful men in New York. Rolling out of bed she headed to the shower to prepare for her day. That's when she realized she was naked. Just what exactly did we do last night? A soft smile graced her fine features as she tips toed across the marble floor and turned on the shower. A thick spray of steam water would soon relax the muscles in her body. Sometimes she believed Tony's sheets were too soft. It had been like this for several weeks. She would come over and spend Friday nights with him, and they would dine and drink from the comfort of his home. Felicia believed Tony was an excessive drinker though he didn't think so. Maybe one day she could persuade him not to drink so much. Hoping in the shower she washed all the impurities off her body and thought on today and last night. A blush crept onto her cheeks. Tony was quite a lover, hell he had practice in it and so did she. Honestly she didn't think he and her would have lasted this long, but there was something about him besides the obvious that held her to him. Probably the same thing that made her mother detests him. She wasn't sure it was love, but it was definitely a strong attraction. Soon afterward she hopped out the shower and got dressed. A black blouse, white skirt and red heels grabbing her purse she was off. Tony wasn't the only one who would be making headlines today.\n~~~\nMJ was at the local theater rehearsing for tonight show. All sorts of emotions had been eating at her all day. Her thoughts jumped from one thing to another. First Peter, then the show, back to the night when Spider-Man had saved her life for like the fifth time in the past two months back to Peter and so on.\n\"MJ\"\nShe didn't know what was going on with as of late. Well not just lately he seemed so out of it. When she tried to tell him something his head would be up in the clouds. When she tried to surprise him he would smile, but his smile seemed sad. She didn't even know it was possible smile sadly. Ever since Uncle Ben died she figured a piece of Peter had gone with him and who could blame him. They were so close and yet Peter and her seemed to be growing further apart.\n\"MJ\"\nTo be honest she spent more time with Aunt May than Peter. Late nights of studying and sometimes her could back completely wear out from studying if that's what he was really doing. She shook her head. Of course Peter would never step out on her, and she knew that, but sometimes she felt so frustrated and it hurt. Whatever he was feeling he should know by now that he could tell her anything.\n\"MJ!!\" Yelled her partner. The Red head snapped back into reality. \"Oh sorry!\" She said continuing to rehearse. Wondering if he had called her."
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"value": "As he reached the building, he greeted the employees. Just greeting them, with a simple \"Hello\" seemed to brighten everyone's day up. As he got to his office, he grabbed a stack of papers from the secretary outside and sat at his desk, looking over them. He shuffled through stacks and stacks, crumpling some up to be put into the garbage, and later to be destroyed, or pulling out a sharpie and correcting the plans and making adjustments. Right now, his biggest priority was to build Spider-man a suit that was designed and made by Stark Industries. A win-win for both. Spider got top of the line gear, and Stark Industries had their name plastered all over the crime fighter. With a sigh, he leaned back into his chair and enjoyed a whiskey on the rocks. Who said he drank too much?\n\"I know, I know!\"\n\"Well?\"\n\"No, Fuck you! You are fired!\"\nThe man yelled as he slammed the receiver down on the base. Why was it so hard to get any work down around here? What, with the damned board, and the crime he had to fight, as Iron Man, there was no room to get anything done. He wondered if Felicia would be mad that he was Iron Man, he also wondered what she had to hide from him. . .\nThe kid walked through the school, snapping pictures of the decorations for the dance that was planned for a week from that Saturday. For sure, he would take MJ out to this dance, and they would have a great time. A chance to rekindle their flame, a chance to. .\n\"Parker!\"\nThe big brute Flash Dennison shouted as he was dozing off. \"Yeah Flash?\" He asked him with a smile. Seemed the football player wanted his picture taken with some of the cheerleaders next to the decorations. He happily took the pictures, sense it meant him not getting shoved into a locker that day. As he trudged off, shaking his head, thinking about MJ, he looked at the T. V, where a local news reporter was standing in front of a large apartment building. The building had black smoke billowing from it, and it was plainly visible that there were people stuck inside. With a sigh, Peter put his camera in his locker, and slunk off to the bathroom. . ."
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"value": "She landed with even grace on the stone blocks above the city heights. The wind blowing in her silver locks there was but one way to truly live and jumping from roof to roof was definitely a highlight. It had become like her own addiction. The freedom. The will to do what she wanted. Felicia was a good girl, but sometimes her old wounds would reopen, and she would find herself collecting some precious artifacts, taking priceless jewels and sometimes defacing some of the world's most expensive art. It was the cat in her. The city was busy and thriving. People going on about their lives. Sirens in the distance alerted her to action. With her grapple she quickly made her way towards the scene. A building had caught on fire and as usual the news crew were there with the story along with a crowd of people forming on the street. \" It's never dull in N.Y.\" Resting her hand on hips that's when she heard screams coming from where the smoke was perforating. Quickly she dug her claws into the side of the building and scaled up. Slipping inside the smoke was dark and just as it was thick. \"Where are you!\" She shouted. Focusing her senses. She spotted two small children under the table. Quickly she made her way over. Neither were hurt, but if they didn't get out of here soon none of them would have a happy ending. \"Don't be afraid. I'm here to help. Hold on to me and close your eyes.\" She said as the two children nodded she held both in her arms and scaled out the window people watching in awe and pointing. All she could think about was how long it would take to wash the smoke from her hair and that the kids were safe\n~~~\nShe had received several messages in her voicemail, both from friends and family. When she heard the message left by Peter she became upset and just wanted to find him and hit him over the head with a science book. The thought made her laugh since he would most definitely let her do it. \"I really wanted you to be here tiger.\" Hanging up the phone. She wished the best of luck to everyone for tonight before leaving and heading to next class. Not that she felt like going to it. She planned on clearing her mind of Peter for tonight and wouldn't let him get to her. No more excuses or apologies. Mary Jane Watson would get her answers sooner or very soon."
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"value": "Our friendly neighborhood Spider-man could not believe what he saw. He hung upside down from an adjacent building and watched the Black Cat herself, do his job. On one hand, it felt good not being the only crime fighter, citizen saving, righteous member of society, on the other hand, it washisjob. With a sigh, he decided only one person was going to get the credit for the job, and that person would be the Cat this time. Taking a few snapshots of her moving in and out of the building flawlessly, like some kind of eerie dance, or some kind of weird ritual, he decided he just better go. He only had to make one more stop, and that was to his boss, Jonah Jameson, to drop off the photos and get the money that would be made from the photos. Sure, she would be the headline, but if he could take Jameson's mind off of Spider-man for at least one day, it was a win in his book.\nTony Stark sighed as he downed his third whiskey on the rocks of the evening. Looking outside, he decided it was best that it was time to go, leaving his beloved building in the capable hands of his security staff. Moving quickly, he elected to stop and have another drink, before entering his limo and be driven home. A quick stop to the liquor store, and he was ready to go."
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"value": "Once the kiddies were returned safely to their families she was off. No time for idle chit-chat. Felicia loved the spotlight, but The cat wasn't a fan. She had made it a good several blocks before landing on the open patio of her apartment. Sliding the glass door closed she peeled off her mask when a letter caught her attention. She looked around quickly. Someone had been in her home. She sensed none, but still remained cautious. Picking up the folded piece of paper she read it before her eyes widened in shock.\n\"My father...he's alive.\"\nShe noticed the signature of the one and only notorious Kingpin at the bottom. She had become quite annoyed. Furthermore, she didn't bother on changing clothes. Anything involving Wilson Fisk was hardly worth the trouble. Quickly she took out of her apartment heading to Kingpins headquarters.\n~~~\n\"Good luck tonight MJ!\" Yelled Sue her classmate. \"Thanks!\" Shouting and waving back as she quickly made her down the steps out onto the sidewalk. MJ had been working a part-time job so that she could save up to get her own place. She worked as waitress at one the busiest bars this side of the avenue. She had gotten the night off since her boss was a nice man who did support her acting career. Unlike some people. She noticed a group of people were crowded around electronic store TV displays. The channel all showed the news live.\nOz. A fire had broken out in City Avenue Condominium earlier this afternoon leaving two children trapped on one of the higher floors. Miraculously isn't Spider-Man that came to the rescue but a white haired woman in what appears to be black leather. Oz"
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"value": "The cue ball known as Kingpin was just waiting for the Cat's arrival, pacing, listening to classical music, and watching her father struggle as he \"conducted\" the orchestra with his fingers. The man in chains muttered something about \"not getting away with this,\" the usual thing that most captives say, yet he didn't care. His dull threat fell on deaf ears. As he moved toward the window, he picked up his phone, dialed some numbers and listened to the ringing. The ringing stopped and all he heard was silence. \"It is time.\" He spoke and hung the phone up promptly, looking outside, and enjoying the view that he got from his penthouse atop some building. This was going to be a beautiful evening.\nSpider-Man sung around the city, and after a while, decided that it was time to call it a night and for the first time in about three weeks, he was able to enjoy dinner with his Aunt May. It was nice, though he did miss being out tonight. Something soon caught his ear.\n\"Breaking News: Spider-Man goes berserk while someone else saves his city.\" The ticker at the bottom of the screen repeated the words over and over, and Peter moved to turn the T. V up. The correspondent on the screen was in mid-sentence.\n\"I stand before you, inside the First Bank of New York, Spider-Man is wreaking havoc, taking hostages and demanding money. His motives, unknown, but nonetheless, eyewitness reports confirm that it is in fact Spider-Man.\""
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"value": "Soon enough the door opened to his office. Two of his finest guards walked in. \"Sir, the Cat is here\" He spoke holding his weapon in his hands. Two more men came in escorting Felicia. \"Let go of me\" She snapped, pulling her arm away from her captor. \"Kingpin, I don't have time for games. \"She tossed the letter on his desk in front of him. \"Next time you send your men to my house I swear your going to have to start thinking about new security\" However something did bring her here. She wanted to get down to the business of the matter. \"What do you want?\" She glared through her mask at him.\n\"Spider-Man? That can't be.\" MJ looked on with the rest of the viewers. The Webs linger did have a fan club, but there were people who weren't too fond of him either.\n\"He finally went rogue...the bug\"\n\"Oh no not Spider-Man it can't be!\"\nHer blue orbs watched the news intently as shouts and comments were being made. Making her way through the crowd MJ rushed home. She is other things to worry about, like tonight's performance. That would hopefully wash over anyway."
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"value": "Mos ESPN. A once-sweet desert rose nestled in the heart of the horrid dune sea, the winding snake of a city was a dying cesspit of corruption. With an economy based so heavily on drawing in spectators for the famed pod races, it was a city of come and go. There were always strangers in the streets, and their faces changed day to day, week to week, race to race. The locals were lost in the constant crush of visitors and excitement, and business boomed. Especially the lucrative businesses that were the slave trade, and in particular the night-life.\nCantinas were like roaches for every one you saw, there were another two nestled around the corner in some filthy back alley somewhere, somehow. The more civilized ones were featured on the main drag of the snake-like central street, complete with dancing entertainment. The more seedy, darker places were the ones that a person couldn't find unless they were lost in the maze of alleys and walks.\nRather than put herself in either category, the young red-headed woman chose to walk the hazy middle line, choosing an establishment only a block away from the main street. Just far enough away from the commonplace that the common folk wouldn't bother most of the time, and not far enough into the shadows that the shadow dwellers wouldn't come out unless called. Her name, or rather the word that she chose to be called by, was Seen. Seen Fey, some called Hersey meaning a number of things, but most commonly 'fated to die'. And that was the reason that she kept to a nearly indistinguishable fringe, where she wasn't likely to be found, by someone who wanted to carry out that fate.\nAnd so she slid up to the bar, hunkered into a seat, and tipped the barkeep's attention toward her just enough to let him know he had a new client. Durindfire, she whispered Cold. And the glowing cocktail appeared before her in a moment or two. The barkeep cleared his throat, and she looked up from a sip, gesturing at him vaguely with her hand. I already paid you, good sir. Forget me. His eyes glazed very slightly, he nodded, waved her away, and she slid away from the crowd at the bar, and into a corner, out of sight, and out of mind. Or, she would have been had it not been for the glow stick of a drink she was sipping at, twirling the glass in her fingers. She smiled at the sickly blue-green glow, watching the way the light lit her delicate features into a ghastly, spectral glow, from the reflection in the glass. Her smile didn't reveal her teeth, and was faint enough that it was nearly not there, but it was just enough to make her features all the more eerie in the ghostly glow.\nLet the night begin."
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"value": "A young man walked into the shabby bar, many obviously illegal drinks bubbled lightly behind the bar. The man looked around as if he had sensed something amiss. His eyes stopped on Fey for several moments before he turned back towards the bar, now acting as though he was completely unaware of her very existence.\nThe man himself was difficult to describe, since he was cloaked and hooded in Jedi garb. The garb was pure white and was etched with almost to many Jedi symbols, as if some form of disguise. Many heads turned, as his garbs apparently announced the presence of a Jedi to the stupid and easily fooled.\nThe man sat down by the bar and ordered a drink, placing a small pack which he carried down. The pack hit the floor heavily, indicating valuable or just plain heavy contents. One of the drunks eyed the pack, obviously thinking about potential contents. To this the man whispered shortly in his ear. The drunk stood up and walked out of the bar, ignoring the call of the bar tender. \"Hey you, Riordan, you didn't pay for your last round.\" The bar tender chased after the drunk and turned him around, the drunk didn't seem to notice he had been turned around as he walked past the bar tender collapsing on the floor near the bar.\nThe bar tender seemed confused for a moment but quickly recovered as he walked up to the drunk, extracting his wallet from his pocket and returning to behind the bar."
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"value": "From her spot, Fey could see the entirety of the bar, except down beneath it which wasn't visible to anyone except perhaps those sitting at the bar itself. She could see the drunks, the sober, the deals being made and unmade, and the entrance and exit of every patron. All there was to give her own presence away was the steadily dwindling bottle of glowing liquid, and within a number of minutes, it too had been extinguished.\nBecoming bored, and deciding to play with a glowing drop hovering around the inside of the neck of the bottle, she didn't notice the look she received from the newest entry to the establishment. Her eyes rose to touch his back just as he turned away. His robe intrigued her--she had always known Jedi to be much more subtle creatures. They hardly liked to flaunt their presence like that, wearing pure white with jumbles of stark symbols. That brought several things to mind; he could either be an idiot, or a fake. One way or another, it hardly seemed to bode badly for her.\nBored with the sudden lack of good drink in her bottle, she mentally nudged the bartender with her suggestion of more drink, and he made his way over to her with another cold durindfire, eyes slightly clouded with her mental pressure, and bent for a moment, almost as if talking to her, and she made the mimed action of slipping something into his hand, though she really did no such thing. He dropped the imaginary money into his apron, and then wended his way back to the bar, where he seemed to come back to himself. Completely unaware of what had just happened.\nShe chuckled softly, and cracked the wax seal from the second bottle, sipping steadily as she continued to watch the goings-on, in particularly the potentially stupid/fake Jedi who sat at the bar."
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"value": "The man silently sipped his drink as if no one else was present. Several thugs were talking about the man as silently as they could. They occasionally would point to him and the bag he carried as they rabidly discussed their increasingly obvious plans.\nThe man remained by the bar, not even giving the bar tender his attention as he mentally probed everyone in the room. He did this rather slowly, and cautiously towards those most likely to catch him in their mind. He finally had a general synopsis of everyone in the room, and what some of them planned to do next. The only one missing from the picture was Fey, whom he had intentionally avoided contacting mentally.\nHe took several more sips from his drink, relishing its subtle intoxicating effect that he so enjoyed. He waited several moments, keeping his senses alert to see what fey would do. The only thing he knew about her for sure was that she was shrouded in the dark side of the force and had no training to hide this from others familiar with the force. Though she was powerful, the force was strong with her, but she neglected to properly train herself."
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"value": "While two small bottles of drink were certainly nowhere near the amount that she would need to ingest to even come close to being intoxicated, they were enough for her to make her more easily bored. If there was one thing that was bad for her to be, it was bored, because she had absolutely no problems with starting things that would make her...less bored. What mattered quite a bit to her was her own amusement. It was petty, sure, by all means, but it was her.\nHer attention had turned to one particular group of men muttering to one another, and watching the 'Jedi' at the bar. There were four of them, and it looked like they were getting ready to move. She smiled.\nOne of them stood up, from the far side of the table, and began to move around his companions as they began to rise, and she found her opening. With a gentle thought, she called a tendril of the force to swoop around his ankle, and the man went down with a squawk of anger. One of his companions jumped up, and darted around to check on him, but only made it half way when another of his buddy's chairs slid out just enough to trip the second man up. Both second and third man and chair went down into the pile, and the fourth man simply sat at the table and howled with laughter, mocking his clumsy friends.\nAnd within seconds, a small brawl had started between the four, and it didn't take long for it to escalate to include more and more of the bar patrons by the second.\nFey chuckled, tipped back the rest of her drink, deftly ducked as a chair sailed across the room and through the window behind her head, and then disappeared out the window behind the chair in a single, fluid movement. While starting bar fights was fun enough...now she needed to find another bar to plague herself upon.\nShe flipped up the hood of the short, tan-colored cloak, covering her choppy, sandy red hair, smashed the empty bottle against the ground, and stepped off down the alley, humming an amused, jaunty tune to herself as she made her way deeper into the darker, nastier part of town. There was still much fun to be had."
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"value": "The supposed \"Jedi\" noticed Fey leave as the bar fight conveniently broke out, and it didn't take him long to deduce what had happened. He stood up grabbing his pack, easily overpowering everyone in his way as he made his way out the door after Fey. He stepped out into the windy street to notice water was flooding it. \"Rather odd for Tattooing\" he thought.\nHe turned to see a moister farmer had in effect, lost control of his merchandise. Ignoring this small inconvenience he began to run after Fey. He quickly found traction to suddenly be a bit of a hazard in the freshly soaked street.\nCatching a glimpse of Fey running off in one direction, he acts quickly to overtake her. He dashes behind a corner and focuses his energy at her mind. Using the dark side of the force to seize control of her mind."
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"value": "The swell of darkness in the currents of the force behind her was enough to alert her that something was definitely not right, but she wasn't quite quick enough to throw up her mental shields to a state where she would either be invisible or able to block any sort of mental attack.\nHer hands jerked over the hilts of her sabers, fighting for control to take them as the other mind in hers fought her to keep them off. Her entire body stiffened, her back arching to a painful angle as she fought the mind control, lashing out with a mental bombardment of her own. But she was simply too disoriented and caught off guard for that to function properly, and though she could tell the general direction of the attack, she was more interested in trying to keep control then she was in pinpointing the idiot screwing with her.\nAs a last ditch effort as she remained trapped in the arched posture, Fey threw back her head and let out a sharp keening shriek, much like a banshee, that reverberated in reality as well as in the force. To anyone without any sort of training or force abilities, the sound put them down almost instantly, bleeding from the ears. Not dead, but in massive pain or unconscious. Windows shattered shamelessly within a fifty-foot radius, and then the sound cut off as she crumpled to the ground in a limp heap. A force scream was erratic and unpredictable, and also took a massive amount of energy. It's lack of total success had destroyed any chance she'd had of fighting the invading mind in her own, and she laid there, curled on her side, her eyes totally blank and glassy while her conscious mind flailed and screamed inside her head."
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"value": "Kylie was thrown back slightly at the rather unexpected force scream. He scanned the area observing the damage done by Fey and then quickly turned back to Fey seizing control of her mind. She was weak after that single attack, and although his ears were still ringing he was able to quickly take control of her mind.\nHe had her stand and follow swiftly behind him towards the edge of the city. A lone speeder hovered over the sand just outside the city, a dug happened to be in the process of looking through the speeder for valuables. The dug looked up, rather surprised to see the two approaching the speeder. He jumps out of the speeder in a panic as Kylie raises his hand. The Dug begins to apparently choke, not able to breathe as it attempts and advance on Fey and Kylie.\nKylie has Fey sit down in the passenger seat in the speeder as he chokes the dug to death and retrieve is stolen goods. As various objects float through the air replacing themselves in their original position Kylie seats himself down and fires up the engine and speeds off into the desert. Kylie closed the cockpit, shielding both himself and Fey in darkness, away from the blazing sun.\nAfter about three hours they come to a large ship in the middle of the desert, with rather a rather obvious purpose for battle. He slows down the speeder and opens the cockpit, stepping out he has Fey follow him into the ship, leaving the speeder open as he usually did.\nDespite the fact the ship was designed for battle it was fairly luxurious, with dual decks, each luxuriously furnished. Kylie brought Fey onto the second deck into a small lounge, where he yielded control of her mind, but kept his presence in her mind."
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"value": "Fey was mostly aware of the trip through the city, though the surroundings blurred slightly from a combination of the speed and her distraction as she attempted to wrest control of her mind back from the strange man from the bar. While she couldn't control her motion, a rough, dark expression began to appear on her face, and her teeth gritted. Her canines elongated very slightly into a delicate pair of points, and her breath began to hiss. While he had the control, she was still roughly fighting him.\nThe trip in the speeder flew past in a blur, and by the time they reached the ship she was mentally and physically exhausted. A few tiny flecks of perspiration dotted her face beneath her russet hair, and her eyes had taken a slightly orange-yellow hue characteristic of many Sith. Mostly, the color was due to her fury at losing control, and when she lost her temper, sometimes parts of her physiology changed, due to her shapeshifting nature. The only changes so far were the teeth and the eyes, and both were hardly noticeable.\nShe hadn't been expecting the sudden yield of control, and she jerked harshly when it flooded back to her. A sharp gasp came from her, and then she took a step back, tensing, and her face screwed up in an ugly snarl.\n\"That,\" she growled \"Was rude.\" But she knew better than to put her hands near her weapons, or attack him just yet. She could feel him. Her arms crossed under her breasts tightly, and she shifted uncomfortably, her eyes flickering and inspecting the room every few seconds from the corners of her eyes, before returning her gaze to his face. \"What was the point to that?!\""
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"value": "Kylie sealed the doors to the ship and walked over to a small compartment, opening it. Inside was a galore of Sith holocrine's. He opened the pack he had been carrying and carefully sorted the contents onto separate shelves with other holocrine, sorting them carefully. He then sealed the door with a unique lock that sealed itself with a specialized holocrine that required one to activate the holocrine to gain access.\nFurthermore, he then turned to Fey whom he had ignored until now. \"What is your name?\" It was a simple question that he already knew the answer too since he had already visited her mind. The question was simply a test to see if she knew that he already had most of his questions answered. Testing how much she knew of the dark side, perhaps she was greatly knowledgeable, or perhaps she knew nothing and was simply shrouded in the dark side. He would soon find out for himself if she knew anything worth learning."
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"value": "Alexis sighed as she woke up a little late because she seemed to have set her alarm for the wrong time. \"Dammit,\" she growled before sitting up slowly and looking at her feet hanging off her bed. \"Fine...\"\nYawning, she got up and walked over to the shower room. She was already late, so she might as well take a shower. Once she was done, she put on lipstick and blew dry her hair as she usually did. Then, the raven haired 18-year-old put on her skin tight green jumpsuit, which went amazingly with her emerald eyes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she winked before pulling on her black combat boots to finish the look.\nIt didn't matter if she was late anyway it was just another group meeting... Rex wouldn't even notice, right? It's not that she didn't care, she was just laid back by nature. That was when she noticed on her calendar that her private lessons with Rex started today.\n\"Wait... what???\" Her eyes widened, \"gosh darn it!\" Alexis then booked it to the place where she was meant to meet Rex. When she got there, she was bent over panting-mentally slapping herself."
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"value": "S.H.I.E.L.D has been taking in and training talented and gifted youths since long before Peter Parker, long before Xavier's Institute for the Gifted. They had plenty of experience in teaching and showing young blossoming adults how to become the perfect them.\nRex himself hadn't been with the program for long, but he'd been an S.H.I.E.L.D Agent for a classified amount of time. What he's done, where he's been all a mystery. The only things known about him are what he lets's be known. Having worked with the Secret Avengers multiple times, assassination and abduction are his calling card.\nHis current group of 'Young Avengers' had a strong and promising 18-year-old among them. Her name was Alexis, and she had determination and a power which would have given her the edge in her private lesson, if only she weren't so unfocused. The place where he had told her to meet was a dead-end alley under a freeway overpass. When she got there, he was already waiting in ambush. Dropping from above her, Rex wrapped his arms around her frame and with a grunt tossed her into a nearby pile of garbage. \"YOU'RE LATE!\" Rex barked before locking his gaze with hers. Come at me. Rex repeated in his mind."
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"value": "\"I'm sorry!\" She hissed back at him in her feisty fashion, but that was when he flung her into the garbage. \"Oh,\" she growled, \"you're dead!\" She got up, too proud to admit that she had been thrown like that.\nWhen he spoke to her in his mind, her eyes narrowed, and she suddenly crouched close to the ground before her light frame sprang up through the air and went for tiger claw, about to get him right in the face with her hands that she was bracing in a particular way. She landed right on him with perfect precision-the landing not messy, but the positioning a little tricky as she landed with her legs wrapped around his waist, aiming right for his face.\nShe sunk her nails into him, but realized that her laces somehow ended up snagged in his belt. How the hell did that happen? People thought Peter Parker was clumsy, but they had yet to witness the natural grace that Alexis Mason had."
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"value": "Rex wore his usual black jumpsuit, it zipped up the front and had built in straps for fastening sheaths to the front of it. The sleeves of the jacket could tear off and also could house up to three bladed weapons. His belt which was also black had a various selection of tools useful for catching people off guard, or blinding them from afar. This belt just so happened to get caught on one of the long and always undone shoelace of Alexis'. She sunk her nails in as best she could, but he simply uses I hop to strengthen the tissue beneath the skin where her nails broke through. Such control and flexibility of his ability was what he wanted to teach her.\nHe had witnessed it with his own eyes. An AI training bot was set to current level Peter Parker, at half strength, and she took it on and managed to beat it without being able to tether. Her natural reflexes from being linked to people and having observed their observations, gave her an edge on almost anyone. But she forgot one clear and present thing here, this wasn't Peter Parker she was dealing with, and it most certainly wasn't going to be easy to just figure out Rex. He was trained by the same man who trained Logan in swordsmanship. There wasn't many people who could just outfight him.\nIn another smooth and very fast motion, Rex spun around one hundred and eighty degrees and pinned Alexis forcibly to the brick wall. Again using I hop to give himself the burst of strength to do so. With her legs wrapped around his waist Rex's right hand came up and gripped at her throat his left hand was under her rather round and sexy ass. He knew she was still tethered to him trying to figure out what his next move was, but Rex kept his mind perfectly clean and clear until he locked eyes with her again. \"If I were a villain, you'd be a dead rookie right now,\" he said looking her over, grinning the images slowly forming in his head. First of her in her suit, then of her with it mostly off. \"I think I know what your problem is. You're distracted, you have a lack of focus. You need to be able to concentrate on one thing and one thing in particular.\" Rex continued his speech hand around her throat still. \"Are you a virgin?\" he asked her blatantly his mind slowly drifting to images of him, with her."
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"value": "She grunted, swearing as the other spun around and suddenly had her pinned against the wall. She began to squirm slightly, using all the energy she could to focus in on what he would do next. Perhaps he was going to toss her yet again, go for one of her pressure points? No, no, no!- she couldn't read him and that was what aggravated her most. She needed to remember who she was fighting. Growing up, she loved to rough house with her foster brothers because she always ended up beating then with her tethering ability... well, with Rex, things were proving to be a little different. Not that she was that surprised.\nWhen the other wrapped a hand around her neck, and placed another hand beneath her rear, her eyes widened. Nobody ever touched her. She squirmed a bit, almost thankful it was happening with Rex and not some random villain, but still. This was hurting her pride. She continued to try and tether in desperation- wanting so badly to know what was coming next-not sure if she was dreading it or wanting it.\nShe glared when the other claimed that she was distracted, \"how can I not be distracted? Your hand... It's on my ass!' She choked, looking frantic as her ears turned pink. She whimpered suddenly when the other asked her if she was a virgin. Furthermore, she tried to look away stubbornly, her face growing more red, \"Yeah, I'm a virgin! So, w-who cares?\" She coughed.\nCaught at the moment, she almost totally forgot that she was tethering until she started picking up thoughts that Rex was having... of them. Together... and her barely clothed. Her eyes winded, and her anger rose as the other decided to have the audacity to think about her like this. This was so embarrassing! It felt like watching a porno with her as the star!"
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"value": "Rex could feel that she had received the opposite end of her powers now. It wasn't likely that anyone had ever taken the time to come up with a mental game to play with her that would, well literally break her. She said that her being distracted because of his hand on her ass, and so Rex gripped down on it really nice and tight. \"You're going to make excuses as to why you can't focus? What happens if it's a villain that does this to you? Will you be able to resist the way it makes you break focus then?\" Rex asked her.\nHe however didn't wait for a response. He instead released her throat and pushed off the brick wall behind her with both feet. Flipping backwards and landing nimbly on his feet Rex looked back up at her, his eyes locking onto hers through his dark sunglasses. His platinum hair slicked back. Brace yourself!\nRex wasted no time in attacking, his attack was also extremely fast. The attack was designed by a Karate Grand Master to open a flaw in an enemies armor. But Rex had modified the attack a little in order to achieve a different effect. Gathering both his hands at his sides, Rex thrust them forward and out at her. While there would be no visual she would certainly feel a rush of pressurized air.\nSeconds later countless slashes seemed to slice apart the seemingly homemade costume. Standing upright as the ribbons of her costume tumbled down around him, Rex looked up as her breasts spilled out of the holes, and she tried to cover herself. \"I think you need to learn how to focus, and focusing on an orgasm is a good way to start.\""
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"value": "\"No villain would fucking do this to me!\" she protested lamely, gasping when the other squeezed harder. She bit her lip hardly and then brought her hands up with intentions of going for his face again. There was no way he was going to get to her like this! This was just downright humiliating!\nHowever, when Rex let go and flipped back, she sighed in relief and didn't even care to brush herself off, knowing, especially with his warning, that something more was yet to come. She was just about to start tethering when... it happened so fast. She couldn't even believe it! How was this possible?!\nShe cried out in anger when he suddenly shredded her entire costume that she had worked so hard to make. \"You bloody bastard!\" She growled towards the other, only to realize then that she was almost completely nude now in just her boots and in front of the other. Her eyes grew so wide at that moment, and she quickly covered herself up with her hands, but kept switching between covering her breasts and her crotch. \"Rex!\" She exclaimed in horror, \"what is the meaning of this??\"\nWhen he brought up focusing on an orgasm, her breath caught in her throat. She'd done that to herself once before out of curiosity and was too ashamed to ever do it again. That was something she'd tell nobody. But this... this guy...\n\"How will that help me... At all???\" She cried out."
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"value": "\"It's going to help because it's going to hurt like Hell when I fuck you.\" Rex said as he approached her quickly, one hand going to her throat again and pushing her back against the wall once more. His other hand moved to her leg where he gripped her thigh and lifted her right leg off the ground. Forcing her to wrap her leg around his waist, Rex tore off his glasses and locked eyes with her.\n\"You're a virgin, so naturally this will hurt. You'll need to focus on how good it will feel, because if you don't, you'll just stay in the pain and never have fun,\" Rex said to her as he pinned her hips to the wall with his own; their crotches practically touching. He could feel her finger still covering herself, and he released her leg in order to unbuckle his belt. Once he had, Rex repositioned her against the wall so that her hand would rub against his cock.\nShe had a hot body, Rex had always thought so, but he also knew about her power and kept everything in completely separate space in his mind when he thought about that. When she was around, he would always be completely clear-headed. \"Fighting crime is kind of like that, it hurts, a lot sometimes. But if you focus on how good it feels to stop a bad guy from doing something terrible to someone else. It feels even better,\" he said to her eyes still locked on hers.\n\"Tether to me, there are some things I want to show you.\" Rex said as his lips came down on her own in a passionate kiss. When she would finally reach to his mind, the scene that would be playing would be exactly as she had described, a porno but with her as the porn star."
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"value": "\"Rex!\" She exclaimed breathlessly, the true face of a virgin when he spoke those words to her. She gritted her teeth slightly and growled when he came up and wrapped her leg around his waist-she moaned weakly as she felt their crotches pressing up against each other... the wetness that her body was creating nearly smearing up against the front of his clothing... her trembling snatch started to drip was anticipation as the breath was caught in her throat. When he took of his sunglasses and looked into her eyes, her eyes widened, and she blushed, feeling so incredibly vulnerable.\nAs he momentarily let go, she was standing there-frozen in shock-that before she knew it, her leg was back up and his cock was free-her hand straying near it. Biting her lip, she tried to look threatened toward him, but the face if a virgin said it all.\nShe crashed her lips to his as he told her to tether to him. Nodding weakly, she allowed herself to do so, only to whimper helplessly at the graphics of the scene... how hard he pounded her and how embarrassingly lewd she looked. Her pussy moistened as she saw it, and she melted into his kiss. She found her hand toying curiously with his cock as these images flashed across her mind. It was an odd feeling-holding his cock while watching herself be pounded by it at the same time."
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"value": "Rex felt her fighting against the inevitable truth that she was a young woman with urges that she had never satisfied. This sort of thing could, and very much so would be taken advantage of out by others. So it needed to be broken. And who better to do it than the man who was training her how to be like him. The reason that she has an incredibly hard time reading him while tethered in combat, is because he's not thinking about what he's doing. He's just acting on a plan, he's always thought everything through six steps ahead. Everything is preplanned, calculated and executed, then repeated until success. This was the process she needed to get into, in order to micromanage her power in such a way where she would be unstoppable.\nBut she wasn't to that level, and here she was; having fight and the will power to struggle, then fading fast into a blur of pleasure. She meshed her lips back against his, kissing his with a feverish passion that said she wanted to see what was going on through his mind. The moans and loud screams of pleasure that he showed her were only the beginning of what he could give her. It was obviously highly and extremely frowned upon for him to do something like this to one of his pupils, but some people learned different from others.\nPushing his tongue into her mouth, Rex kissed her passionately and roughly. Sliding his hand off from her throat and around to the back of her head. He continued to kiss her fiercely, and he groaned as she began to stroke his cock. At that moment the images in his mind faded, and he then solely focused on the immensely pleasurable feeling that was her hand jerking him off, slowly getting him harder and harder until he was fully erect. Rex was over ten inches long, nearly eleven, and two and a quarter inches in diameter. Taking a handful of her hair, Rex tugged her head away from his and locked eyes again. A string of saliva connecting their tongues. \"Focus on the pleasure, focus on yours while being linked with me and feeling mine. See and feel only that in your mind, both things all at once.\" he told her as he began to grind his cock against her sodden and dripping pussy."
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"value": "A CEO and a Solider (Mr Legend and Genk ai) an Avengers sort of RP\nPepper Potts had just gotten out of her cab. She had flown back to her hometown of New Haven, Connecticut after getting Stark Towers back on track of being rebuilt. The events in New York City had caused a lot of distress for the PA and CEO of Stark Industries. She had decided to take a break from Tony and her work and gather her own personal self, so to speak. The red haired woman had too many close encounters with death and noticed her entire life had been spent working, and it had reached a point where it was too much. So she gave part of her CEO duties to Tony and took a month off to go back home for a while.\nIt was a lively summer day when she drove into New Haven. Not much had changed. It had quaint charm to it which was lost within the maze of LA or NYC. Pepper had found a small cottage on the outskirts of town. She headed inside the yellow building and began to unpack her things. Pepper spent the rest of the sunny afternoon settling in. It would take a few days for her acquaint herself with having a less busy lifestyle, but she knew it would be best if she did something for herself. When daylight churned into night she headed off to the store to figure out what she might want to cook. As she was standing in line with a cart full of groceries, she heard gunfire and quickly ducked behind her cart.\nThen the gunshots were followed by a male's voice ordering people to hand over their money. Pepper wondered why someone would be robbing a grocery store. Shaking her head, she was tempted to call Tony. Have Iron Man swoop in and save the day, but she stopped herself for some reason and just heard the man get what he wanted and escape. She slowly stood up and sighed deeply. That was a bit too much for her first day of vacation. As she was checking out, she heard some people talk about the masked man having hit up several other establishments like banks and such. Pepper shook her head and wondered why the local authorities haven't caught him yet, but she just gathered her groceries and headed out to her car."
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"value": "Steve had barely been in the town for 5 minutes, and he had already heard gunshots and screaming. It was like trouble followed him everywhere he went. That's when he saw the man running out of the store and right toward Steve, which prompted Steve to get off the motorcycle and clothesline him as soon as he ran by. It took seconds to subdue the man and disarm him and in a just a couple more minutes the cops had arrived to take him away. \"So much for vacation,\" Steve said to himself before making his way towards the store.\nEver since the events in New York, Steve had decided to get out and see the country, curious to how much he had changed while he was frozen. He was drawn to this small town and decided to stay for a couple of days to relax a bit, after all he could be called in for some type of operation at any time. That's when he saw her, it was Ms. Potts, Tony Stark's girlfriend. \"Hey Ms. Potts! What are you doing here?\" He asked, caught completely off guard by this. He didn't expect to see anybody connected with The Avengers outside of New York, but he had to admit if he would see anyone he preferred her to a lot of them."
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"value": "As she was packing up her car and closing her trunk, she looked over to see none other than Steve Rogers aka Captain America. \"Oh...hello...\" She hadn't been expecting to see anyone in town who knew her as Ms. Potts. Many of the people who she was been gone. Her parents weren't really around, but it was still a place called home for her. \"I'm actually staying here for a while... I'm from here and after all the events in New York, I needed to get away and have some time to myself.\" Pepper smiled, trying to explain as best she could. It was a little weird seeing Steve without the uniform. She had to hear Tony gripe about the American Hero for a while, and she couldn't understand the understated rivalry between the two so she often tried to just stay out of it and let Tony complain.\nHe was good at that. And she was good at dealing with him. Though sometimes she felt like his mother which was an unattractive snag on the relationship. But for now she hoped to just forget about Tony and heroes and all that. Why couldn't she have a normal month to herself? \"What about you? What brings you here? You're not going from town to save the day are you?\" She joked slightly as that didn't seem like a very easy task nor one for someone sane to take on. Leaning against her car, she looked to him and folded her arms. Unlike her usual attire, she had on a pair of light wash jeans and a black button blouse with her long hair pulled back in a casual braid.\nShe looked less formal and more normal, like she didn't carry the weight of an important company on her shoulders."
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"value": "Steve laughed a bit at her joke, \"No ma'am. I'm not that good at what I do. It's more of just the same thing with you. Just needed to get away for a little bit,\" He said before placing his hands in the pocket of the brown leather jacket he was wearing. Helping people was great and all, but it took its toll on a person, especially when they turn around and try to blame you for the entire thing anyway. At least that's what the government was trying to do. The Avengers took a lot of flack from the media or their battle in New York which left a lot of it in rubble. At first, it didn't bother him too much, but recently it had begun to make him angry.\n\"Besides, I wanted to see what the world looked like now. It's quite a culture shock believe it or not.\" He was still going through a major adjusting stage. Everything was so much more advanced, and he felt helpless sometimes. People back in his time would have laughed at you if you told them that you would be able to carry a telephone in your pocket one day."
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"value": "After all the chaos in New York, she didn't really keep track of who went where. She heard Tony say Banner was heading off to some remote location and that's all she really knew, which wasn't much. She could see why Steve would want to get away from everything and try to find some comfort in the less densely populated areas of the US. Furthermore, she hoped he found a niche, as it seemed like at the moment, he felt displaced. He was a hero though, if anything people should be trying to help the super solider get acquainted with everything. A lot had changed. Even just ten years ago, Pepper couldn't imagine how hard things must be for Steve. He was probably still a bit taken aback by all the changes, not to mention anyone he was likely gone by now. \"I can believe it.\" She replied. \"I can commend you for trying though, I can't say how eager I'd be if I were in your position.\" Pepper admitted.\nIf she had woken up after several decades of being asleep, she would probably just want to go back to sleep. Then again Pepper did have a resilient nature, it's what let her deal with Tony Stark on a daily basis. Even so, it was a tall order to ask anyone, wake up in a new era of sorts. Sighing softly, she wondered if she should invite Steve over for dinner. She figured he was staying in a hotel at least and while the food was good, she thought he might enjoy something home cooked a bit more. And it was easier on the pocket book. \"If you want to come over, I could surely enjoy the company for dinner.\" Pepper suggested."
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"value": "Steve thought about this for a second, it was a very tempting idea. It had been so long since he had a home cooked dinner that it was something he was longing for. Even before he was frozen he was out of country fighting the Nazis and the Hydra leader Red Skull. Then he remembered Tony, they already were at each other's throats all the time, eating with his girlfriend certainly wouldn't help their situation. \"I would love to ma'am, but what about Tony?\" He asked. She was a very attractive woman and much smarter than he was making it an even harder offer to turn down. He didn't want to offend her by asking, but he also didn't want to make a stupid decision that would hurt the very fragile relationship he and Tony had.\n\"I don't mean to offend or anything but as you know him and I don't really get along,\" He said. It was imperative that they be able to work together in order for the Avengers to be a successful team. Steve was good at planning and a natural leader but when it came to technology or science he needed Tony, no question about it."
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"value": "It shouldn't have come as a surprise that Steve would mention Tony because she knew he and her boss didn't see eye to eye. That was trouble enough though it wasn't like Tony was around, she didn't have to worry about him butting into her or Steve's personal life. Pepper shook her head. \"Well he's not here, we're kind of a break right now.\" Pepper shrugged a little. \"I can understand your concern though.\" It was just an offer, and she didn't want to make Steve uncomfortable or anything. \"Whatever issues you two have, I probably shouldn't get in the middle of, but I think you two need to act more mature and just bury the hatchet.\" Pepper sighed, well most of the trouble was with Tony, but she didn't want him to act so childish that it could jeopardize human lives. \"Well anyway if you change your mind, here.\" She handed him a scrap of paper with her new address on it.\nShe is from when she had written it down on the plane, but now it was stored on her phone and had been memorized already. \"Have a nice night, Captain Rogers.\" Pepper smiled and walked around to her car and finally got in and shut the door. Mentally going over her shopping list, she figured she had everything she needed for a while and slowly pulled out and flashed a quick wave to Steve before she headed off. As she drove back toward her small cottage, she thought about Tony, and then she thought about the odd hostage situation. Part of her wondered if it was some kind of bad omen about her newly acquired vacation. Pepper parked and just got out, trying to keep positive as she got her groceries and headed inside to unpack them and have a glass of wine and try to relax before she figured out dinner."
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"value": "Steve waved his hand to her as she drove away, already knowing he had made a mistake by bringing it up. He sighed and looked at the piece of paper she had given him and began to think to himself about it. It wouldn't hurt to go have dinner with a friend, it wasn't like she was asking him on a date or anything. He slipped the note into his pocket, making the decision to take her up on her offer, and got back on to his bike. He wouldn't need the groceries anymore and decided to take a drive around the town for a bit until it was time to meet up with Pepper.\nWhile riding the thought popped into his head about burying the hatchet, or trying to, with Tony. Pepper was right in that they were acting like children and just needed to talk it out for the good of the rest of the team and anybody else associated with the Avengers. After all, there was no telling when they were going to be needed again and the last thing that Tony or himself needed to be worried about was some stupid rivalry. It had been a bit now and Steve started to head towards the address written on the paper, excited to finally have some company for the first time in a while. Once he arrived, he quickly turned off his bike and made his way up to the door before lightly knocking on it."
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"value": "She was considering calling Tony to see how he was, but she knew she shouldn't, that he had JARVIS and could function fine without her worrying about him. So she kept to her wine and just flipped through a magazine for a while before deciding to make dinner. Finishing her wine, she headed over to her kitchen and started to get some water boiling for pasta. The cottage was a small two stories. On the first floor there was a half bath, the living room and kitchen which blended well together. The kitchen was small but had everything she needed. The second story was just her bedroom and a full bath, everything had an open floor plan, it was pretty basic, but that's how Pepper liked it. And she was already feeling well at home and relaxed. When the water came to a boil, she added the pasta and started to work on the sauce.\nCutting up tomatoes and adding other things like spices, she let that sit on the stove while she refilled her wine glass a second time and leaned against the counter and looked out the window. It would take some patience as to how to deal with all the new downtime she had. Pepper figured she could try to find a small easy-going job somewhere in town. Pepper always felt like doing something, even on a vacation it seemed. She finished the red sauce by adding some sausage to and then heard a knock on the door, heading over she opened it and was a bit surprised to see Steve Rogers. \"Guess you changed your mind.\" She smiled a little and stepped aside to let him in. \"What did make you change your mind?\" She couldn't help but ask, a bit curious."
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"value": "Steve smiled when she opened the door and stepped into the house when she moved to let him in, \"Well, you were right about the thing between Tony and me, plus I was getting tired of eating S.H.I.E.L.D food,\" He said before smiling a bit at her. The smell of the pasta filled his nose and caused his stomach to release a load groan, \"Wow, that smells good.\" He hadn't really realized how hungry he was until just now, and it was hard to keep from just running into the kitchen and digging into the food. S.H.I.E.L.D had provided him with food for his trip, but it wasn't the best food in the world, and he was kind of tired of eating out, so this was going to be a very welcome change.\nThe cottage had a very comfortable and open atmosphere that really relaxed Steve, which wasn't an easy thing to do at all. \"This is a pretty nice place, is it yours?\" He asked before walking around a bit to get a better look at the place. To bad, he couldn't find a place that made him feel this comfortable and welcome. He hadn't really looked since he was provided housing."
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"value": "Pepper watched him as she made her was back toward the stove. \"Don't expect me to be a messenger to Tony. I don't really want to deal with whatever issues you two might have, and I don't intend on talking to him very often when I'm here.\" Pepper explained as she poked her sauce a bit and stirred it. It was about done so she left it alone finally. \"And I never knew what kind of food SHIELD offered, my guess is that it's a lot like cafeteria food or something.\" But any place you at ate after a while got old and change was usually good. When her pasta was done, she strained it and mixed it in with the waiting sauce. \"Oh, thanks, I really like it.\" Pepper said as she glanced up to him. \"And I just rent it. I'm not going to really buy it, but I suppose I could...\" It wouldn't be a bad place to escape to, like a summer home.\nWith all the funds she got from working for Tony, she had a lot of money saved up, but usually that went away into the bank to collect figurative dust. Only on occasion would she buy herself new shoes or a handbag. When Pepper finished everything, she fixed them up two plates and grabbed her wine glass which had felt a little neglected. \"So you're here for a few days, huh? Where are you staying?\" Pepper asked him. Last time she checked, some of the hotels were booked, but that was likely due to summer. Small towns got some tourism because of local festivals and stuff, some of which Pepper was looking forward to herself. \"Oh, what do you want to drink?\" She asked as she took a sip of her wine and then set it down at her place at the table."
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"value": "Katniss had a splitting headache, possibly a concussion. Her face had a huge gash above her left eyebrow, she had scratches and bruises. She had been sweating continuously for days as the quarter quell continued, but now she stood in the darkness bent back, ready to let an arrow into Fin nick chest. He stood only a couple feet or more away in the jungle. He looked terrified but looked at her.\nSo much death, so much pain had already happened. She had lost Peeta, and it was her primary and only goal to make sure he lived. She now believed both Fin nick and Joanna had betrayed them when it was the exact opposite. Everyone, even half the victors were protecting Katniss when she was unaware of it.\nIt was only an hour or so ago that the group had followed Beetle up to the lightning tree. The plan was to tie Beetle's wire around the lightning tree (which is struck by lightning at 12:00) and run the wire into the ocean, making the beach a conductor to electrocute everything in its path, thanks to the dampness of the tidal wave at 10:00. It was Katniss job to go with Joanna to take the wire down to the beach when they got attacked. Joanna had knocked Katniss out and also cut out her tracker. Her arm was no bleeding with shards of flesh exposed, she had it wrapped with a cloth.\nShe held her stance as Fin nick pleaded with her.\nKatniss.remember who the real enemy is.\nKatniss eyed him down but had heard that before the games had started, she let down her bow looking at him and that's when the storm had started above, it was getting ready to strike the tree. The clouds were swirling and as lightening flashed you could see the dome of the arena.\nKatniss gets away from the tree!!!\nKatniss bent down picking up the coil wire and started wrapping it frantically around her arrow. Fin nick screamed again having no idea what she was doing as she bent on her knees clearing up at the dome.\nFuck you snow She quietly breathed and released the arrow. It shot into the eye of the storm above the tree. Lightning struck the tree igniting the wire, the explosion sent both Katniss and Fin nick flying in opposite directions. Then the lightning soared through the wire as it hit the dome killing the game.\nThat would completely kill on communications, all media, everything linked into the game. The game makers headquarters would also be down.\nIn a more wanted scenario, this would have been the end, her rescue. But this wasn't the end, it was the beginning. As she lay there paralyzed in a bad condition she would have a sort of euphoric high, a sense of peace as she wished she could die, it least she had stopped the games. In the distance as time felt slowed down, she could hear people screaming her name.\nBreathe and balance and love,\nI was born on the scene\nNow it runs in my blood, yeah,\nyou know what I mean\nWhen I'm dead and gone,\nwill they sing about me?\nDead and gone,\nwill they scream my name? Scream my name"
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"value": "Plutarch looked on in horror, this was not the way it was planned, and now he would have to think quickly and off-the-cuff. That was not how he liked to work. The games took almost a year to plan and prepare, and the quarter quell with its hidden agenda had been even more time-consuming, not least because of the need to communicate with district 13 and the clandestine nature of such. Then there were all the players and staff who had to be briefed and trusted and watched for the slightest sign of betrayal. Several times it had appeared as if all their plans might collapse like a house-of-cards, just one weak link would be all it took. The time, the effort, the stress, all had taken their toll. He'd lost weight and become such a ball of nervous energy it had been difficult to maintain his usual cool exterior, particularly in the presence of the President. Every time he met Snow, it was as if the man could look into his soul and with every word uttered he expected to be informed of his imminent death. When it did come, it wouldn't be quick, that was one thing he was certain of.\nHe quickly ordered a medieval team to pull all the remaining players out of the arena and take them to the secure wing of the hospital. Katniss, Peeta, Beetle and Fin nick were taken to one ward, Brutus, who had merely pretended to drown when Peeta had attacked him and Notarial in another - he needed to be able to speak freely with the rebels. But where to put Johanna that was the big question. In theory her allegiance was to the rebel cause, but her mind and her tongue could be waspish at the best of times, and it was clear she resented the attention that Katniss received. He would put her with Brutus and Notarial for now, in the hope of having a believable spy and the fear of having a turncoat who might destroy their plans.\nA proactive response was needed for Snow. He grabbed Seneca and the two of them left the control room. Seneca was drained with horror, he knew exactly what the penalty for failure was. \"He's going to kill you, you know that, don't you,\"\nPlutarch turned on the older man, \"That's precisely what I'm going to try to avoid. So now we need a plan.\"\n\"We?\"\n\"Well, given how badly the 74th games went and the fact that you're still here.\"\nSeneca understood his meaning and in the following 10 minutes they came up with a passable idea. Persuade Snow that this little interruption would simply heighten the show - after all, it would be memorable. Rebuild the arena, which should take about a week. Guarantee a more visceral spectacle, particularly for Katniss's death, the offer to make her bag for her life or poor scorn on the rebels. In the meantime, he had 7 days to work out a plan to get them out of the capitol, thought the districts and on to 13. Simple really. For the first time Plutarch felt real dread.\n***\nThe interview with Snow had been brief. He seemed amused at the resistance and felt that a second showing would help drown the spirits of the rebellion more. But Plutarch had been tasked with coming up with a replacement to screen in the meantime and had to get his team to put together a retrospective of previous games, biographies of previous winners and a 'how to' program about some of the previous best traps, with a viewer vote. The plebs, how easily they were coddled.\nNow he was on his way to see Katniss. Above all else he had to know how she was feeling and what she was thinking. He arrived at her bedside and looked down at the girl on fire. Now pale, scarred, much thinner and with tubes coming out of her. But eyes still bright.\n\"Hello Katniss.\""
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"value": "Katniss had eventually passed out while the medieval pulled her from the destroyed arena. She and the remaining survivors were taken to a special hospital in a private unknown area in the capitol. She was quickly under strict instruction from the game makers to be nursed back to complete health. Furthermore, she was separated from the others for her own safety if you could call that considering they were only letting her live on borrowed Timor so she thought.\nFluttering her bloodshot eyes she heard a familiar voice, Plutarch's. She tried to sit up, but her body ached, she had gotten electrocuted and thrown into a tree before landing on her back in the jungle of the arena. Groaning out she sighed and continued to lay there and tilted her head to see Plutarch, dressed casually in a black dress pants and a buttoned up navy blue oxford. His oxford was unbuttoned, maybe showing signs of stress. A game makers job wasn't easy, nor was the people who were the ones who made the games happen like Plutarch.\nHits you, how welcoming. She said with a scratchy voice and was able to get the bed to tilt so she was sitting slightly upwards. She licked her chapped bloodied lips and eyed Plutarch, she could see he didn't look quite the same he did at the part in the capitol, he had shadows underneath his eyes, his hair a little uncombed, of course knowing what had happened only hours ago she could only imagine.\nSo why am I alive? I'm sure Snow is waiting to get his hands on me. She coughed and looked around realizing she was in some sort of confined hospital room, she had IVs and monitors hooked everywhere.\nThen she had time to relive the events of the last of the game, the lightning tree, Fin nick, how they had split up before and Joanna had attached her. She saw a huge bandage was on her foramen from where she had cut out her tracker. Her mind went to Peeta and her eyes shot open wider.\nWhere Peeta, where in the hell is he? Is he dead? She asked with furious scared eyes trying to get up but was strapped down by her arms and legs."
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"value": "\"Peeta is fine,\" he answered, \"he's on the same ward as you, but for now you're all being isolated.\" Plutarch took a chair and sat carefully next to her bed. \"Of course Snow wants you dead Katniss, I can't imagine there are few people who aren't aware of that. But he needs you to die in the games. If you're killed by another victor, the districts will have someone to cheer. The games will continue in a week, and there will be more previous winners brought in form the first 4 districts.\"\nHe paused to let the words sink in. He was in an impossible situation. Furthermore, he couldn't possibly tell her that a new plan was being put into place, it was just too dangerous for all of them. But he had to find a way to get her to trust him, and he'd had just the right idea. \"I brought someone to see you.\" He smiled what he hoped was a smile of reassurance. He stood and backed away from her bed and as he did so, Finney entered. Plutarch had rescued him from the guards before they could drag him away to a cell. He might only be a game-maker, but when the games were on this gave him more power than most. The Captain hadn't been happy, but when Plutarch had suggested they discuss it with Snow, he'd backed down.\nFinney approached the bed and took Katniss's hand. \"Hey girl on fire.\" He bent down and kissed her gently on the cheek. \"I don't have long, so I need you to listen very carefully to what I have to say.\" Finney had been well-briefed. The ward was under surveillance, so he had to communicate the new plan in a way that would not be obvious to anyone listening in."
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"value": "Katniss bloodshot eyes relaxed as Plutarch confirmed he was alright. That was her only concern, her may goal was to keep him alive. He deserved to live. She felt responsible for his life. Her mind started racing trying to think of ways to save him until she heard the games would resume in a week and her stomach dropped. Then Plutarch continued to agree that Snow wanted her dead but that it must be done in the right way at the right time. She would be put back into the games. She sunk back, her eyes swelling with unwanted tears, as her muscled tightened. Furthermore, she was starting to panic at the thought of the games.\nThe fear in her eyes, the way her body tensed. He would know she was going into an episode until he had backed away and told her he had brought someone to see her. Finney immediately walked through the automatic doors, and she breathed out with silent tears coming down her bruised and scraped up cheeks. He took one of her hands, even though both her arms and legs were restrained, and his touch was calming as she tried not to cry, but it was impossible. He would give her a kiss on the cheek and feel her body shaking, she was in a horrible condition. They wouldn't be able to heal her in time.\nThey're going to put me back in the god-damn game, god kill me now. Finney just somehow make it end. She said with a scratchy weak voice. Her head fell back, some of her hair falling in her face, she turned to look at Plutarch in the background and couldn't quite read him. He stood his ground, always looking professional, but she could tell he was stressed, perhaps since the games didn't go as planned his life was on the line."
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"value": "\"Katniss, listen to me,\" said Finney in a voice barely above a whisper, \"I always made you look your best, didn't I? I always gave you the costume you needed. I'll do the same again, you have to trust (he said the word very carefully and his eyes moved sideways, as if indicating the man stood behind him - he hopes it was enough) me to do so again. You'll be fine. You'll put on a great show, and that's all Snow wants.\"\nFinney smiled. Had he said too much, his life still hung in the balance, but Plutarch and offered him some protection. Now they just needed time and for Katniss and Peeta and the others to not do anything stupid. Snow had to believe that the games would resume as normal and that the odds this time were definitely in the favor of the capital.\n\"I have to go,\" Finney said, stepping away from the bed and releasing her hand, \"Take care Katniss, we'll meet again on the other side.\" was it a mistake? Too much? He didn't care. She was worth the risk. But Plutarch looked angry as he passed him.\nPlutarch turned to Katniss and said rather gruffly, we'll have the restraints removed and begin some intensive rehab, we need you to be able to put up some resistance (again the word was emphasized) in the games.\" he gave her the briefest of smiles. Then turned and left."
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"value": "Katniss watched Plutarch leave and leaned back closing her eyes trying not to sob out. She was being sedated so she felt no pain, all of it was emotional as she was being kept comfortable. The fact she was going back into the games was horrifying. Finney didn't really make sense? What did he mean all she had to do was put on a good show? They had confirmed Snow wanted her dead it was just a matter of when the perfect moment was. Snow wanted everyone to see the mocking jay burn alive.\nHer mind thought of what was the best possible solution in her own demise. She knew she might die when being thrown back into the games a second time. Her goal was to save Peeta, to make sure he was the last one standing. That was her only option. She would recover, do rehab, get better, go back in the game and kill ruthlessly, she would make sure both her and Peeta was left, then take her own life. Then he would win and leave a peaceful life? Right, is that how it worked, Snow just wanted her dead.\nThe truth was Katniss was damaged, psychically, mentally and emotionally. Like a solider being wounded, she might not be able to perform to her greatest."
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"value": "The door opened and in wandered Peeta. He walked over to her as if in a daze and then threw his arms around her, holding her tightly, the tears rolling down his cheeks. \"I thought I'd' lost you, I thought I'd lost you.\" He mumbled over and over, never wanting the moment to end. She was here, she was alive and for this brief moment at least neither of them was in immediate danger. He didn't want to let go. \"Don't give up Katniss,\" he whispered almost silently.\nPeeta finally let go and stood up, \"I know Plutarch and Finney have been to see you. They came to see me too. I'm ready to go back in.\" Peeta stared at Katniss with such an intensity, he needed her to read his mind. Finney was preparing costumes that would assist them in escaping and Plutarch would make sure that they got a head start before anyone noticed that they had gone. None of this could he tell Katniss. Her hatred of Snow and the games couldn't be tempered."
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"value": "They called him a murderer, criminal, serial killer. They thought he was crazy, insane for doing what he did. Insane, huh? Insane was an understatement, but you could never go right up and say that to his face. Unless you wanted to die of course, and depending on his mood or how bad he took the insult, the death would either be quick and painless or slowly and painfully. He wasn't one you would mess with, anyone who crossed him always got the worst end of it, and if they didn't at first, he would devote his time in making sure they paid sooner or later.\nLight Salami was the name of this man but only a few people know who it was in secret. Kira, the so-called New God of the world. The one who killed criminals day after day because he thought he was upholding justice. It was his goal to eliminate the wicked, to create a new world free of crime. He was entrusted, no, he found an unknown power that gave him the ability to kill anyone as long as he had a face, a name, a pen, and a special notebook. Death Note it was called, a power known only to a minigame, a god of death. The Note Book even came with instructions for the one who first picks it up, stating specific rules and how to kill. Anyone would think it was a prank at first, but there is just something about the notebook that makes a human want to try it at least once. Though after the first time of revealing its power the user gets rid of it. That wasn't the way for Light, no, he used it to complete a goal and dream he's had for so long. The dream of rebuilding the world into a utopia where he rules over as God.\nThis man devoted his life, his own soul to achieve his goal, but many obstacles lay ahead in his creation. There were those out there who didn't believe what he was doing was justice. They thought it was evil, inhumane, and so they devoted their own life to stop him at all costs. He was so close, already eliminating one of the major problems that kept him from being God, all he had was one more game to play, one more puzzle to solve. But it ended in failure! No! It wasn't his fault, everything on his end was perfect, he just misunderstood his own proxy. He didn't think the male would go against his orders and do things on his own without his consent! That is why he failed, because he had to rely on others at the time, and all they did was prove to be worthless, pathetic. It was obvious now he couldn't have others help him, he had to do it on his own, but would be got a second chance or was it all over for him?\nOn January 28th Kira was caught and apprehended but instead of sending him to death or a prison, the task force talked it over and decided on sending him where he truly belongs, an insane asylum. Kira wasn't just a murderer, he was crazy, mad with power, and it just kept getting worse, festering inside of him to the point of insanity. It could have been all the stress, or he just couldn't handle the power he was given, maybe both. Either way he was stripped of his powers and sent to be locked up under high security in an insane asylum where he would live the rest of his life like a caged animal. Or would he?..\nLight was located in the back part of the asylum, where the most dangerous people go. He was behind a big metal door with the numbers 666 embedded on it. They chose this number as a joke and also because they thought it that went along with his personality. On the side of the door was a small screen along with keys under it so that one had to type in a password just to open the door. They didn't know Light was Kira because the task force kept that secret all they warned was he was dangerous and should be locked up. He was labeled as insane, yes, but he could also appear calm and collected, even normal, but he was a manic depressant, one second completely normal, the next a psycho path, that is why he needed to be under high security at all times.\nThe room he was in was like a normal bedroom in a way but plain. He had a toilet, sink and a bed, but nothing else. At shower time he went in alone with the guards outside until he finished. Light had to wear a band on his ankle that beeped if his temper reached a certain point. He was constantly given a pill to keep him calm but of course he never took it is. He was able to keep himself normal, but there were times he just snapped. Furthermore, he had to be monitored whenever he was allowed to be with the other patients, but he wasn't monitored in his room, that was the only place he had full privacy to himself. Light was treated no different from a prisoner, his treatment was different from the rest, but still, better to know you were safe then being surrounded by the ones you've been killing for years, how ironic would that be.\nLight was sitting on the bed wearing a simple long sleeved black shirt and black lose pants, no shoes, no socks, nothing else. He didn't even have his watch, that was one of his prized possession, and it was taken away as well. His eyes looked forward the his bangs because his head was lowered. It would appear he was sulking in his failure, but he was also trying to come up with a plan. He's been in this place for about a month now but so far hasn't come up with one idea of how to escape.\n\"Uh. This is boring, there's nothing to do here.\" Light's fingers fiddled with the chain on his left wrist that connected him to the wall. The chain was long so it gave him moving room, but he could go no further then the line on the floor that left about 5 feet of room by the door encase someone entered, and he decided to attack, but once they crossed the line he could reach them, that might come in handy later. \"Shut up Yuk. This is your fault also.\" Light said turning his head to look at the creature that was only visible to his own eyes.\" How is it my fault?\" Ryuk asked looking confused. \"If you would have let me use your Note Book then I wouldn't be in this damn place!! I have to suffer, and so do you.\" Light crossed his arms and closed his eyes. \"Just be patient. I'll think of something, and when I do, I'm going to exact my revenge on everyone involved!\" Yuk laughed.\" I hope your right about that.\""
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"value": "There was nothing that Luna could do to get out of this one. She had chosen to be the best at anything she did when its cane working at the asylum. She was a good nurse and a good therapist. Depending on her boss, she'd be assigned to either or. But this was both. Apparently, she had to be both when it came to this certain particular man. It probably had something to do with the fact that they were short on hands these days. It was a budget cut, they said. She lost a few friends during that time. Friends that made her job that much easier.\nShe needed the extra money her superior was giving her for this one particular job. Had she not, she would have said no. It required overtime and three-hour sessions three times every twenty-four hours. She also had to give him his medicine and make sure he'd take it.through a needle or a pill. Sometimes she'd even have to bring him food herself. So, in total, she'd be working thirteen hours a day. The sessions would only last till a month, depending on the men cooperation. She thought it was thirty days too many.\nThis would also be her first job working with someone in the back of the facility. Usually those didn't have any hope of ever returning to sanity, but she was told this one was different. That the police had requested this particular area for this particular man. They didn't even know if he was really THAT much of a threat. There were days he would snap, but who wouldn't? If she had to spend every day in a cell with no human interaction, she'd go crazy herself. He was allowed no visitors, no nothing until the end of the year. It was almost sad.\nThe twenty one-year-old nurse felt bad for him, but she couldn't let that interfere with her line of work. She looked at her clipboard. Her first concern was that he talked to himself...apparently he had an imaginary friend from what they saw in the cameras. Then it was his temper. But other than that.he seemed normal. Like the police overreacted. She watched him for a little while, and he seemed like a normal guy. Seemed. She would have to begin asking him who he talked to. Imaginary friends seemed to be the easiest problem to solve for her.\nShe took her clipboard and slowly began walking towards the high security area. It always had that strange feeling. Like you were being watched by something. She was always extra sensitive to things like that. Usually, if the feeling was bad enough she wouldn't be able to even sit still in the room. She'd leave, or urge the others to go with her. Her eyes lowered when some security guards smiled at her. It wasn't the smile that is the friendly co-worker smile. It was vulgar. She wasn't one to sue for sexual harassment though, and they had made no inappropriate gestures so she let it go.\nWhen she got to the room with the numbers \"666\", she felt uneasy. The kind of uneasy that made your stomach turn. She had to shake the feeling off. She would not let her hypersensitivity get in the way of her job. The guard at the door punched in the keypad code for her, but she had already memorized the number. The door buzzed, and she opened it, then opened the second door that was locked by thumbprint recognition. When she saw him in person, he seemed even more normal. She cleared her throat, that uneasy feeling still inside her and smiled.\n\"Good morning Mr. Salami. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Luna Shikimori. I will be your nurse and therapist. From now on, I will see you three times a day, for three hours. Sometimes, I'll bring you food. Sometimes, I'll watch you take your sedation pill. If you refuse I'll have no choice but to inject you. We can do these sessions with you strapped to your bed or moving around freely. It is all up to you.\" The smile never left her face. She didn't want to upset her patient, after all."
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"value": "Light stopped messing with his chain and jerked his head toward the door when he heard it being opened. Let's see it has been about 6 hours since the door was last opened, maybe he could find a pattern. He looked to one that entered, it was a girl. His gaze dropping to see if she was behind the line. Unfortunately she was so he couldn't reach her. A shame too, she was just a woman so using force would definitely of been solution to escape, oh well there was always next time.\nHis gaze went to look at her again hearing her words he narrowed his eyes and looked away. Who was she to tell him what he was going to do. She could shove the pill down her own throat for all he cared, and he would be happy to volunteer. \"Whatever.\" He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, secretly looking her over thoroughly. She was shorter than him and small, she looked younger as well, not to mention weak, perhaps he could put a plan in motion now that he knew she would be coming three times a day.\n\"Light.\" He turned his head to look at her once more. \"My name is Light. Don't call me Mr. Salami, that is how my father was addressed before he died.\" Light looked away with lowered eyebrows sounding as if he was almost sad, but if anyone knew him well enough they'd know he was just putting on an act to get inside her head.\n\"I don't see the point in taking those pills. I seem calm to you, don't I? It's really just a waist of time. I'm not like them.\" He looked at her and pointed to the door as if he was talking about the other patients. \"I don't need medicine. I'm not mentally unbalanced, and I'm not traumatized. I wasn't an abused kid and I didn't experience anything drastic that would have made me schizophrenic. And I sure as hell wasn't born that way either.\" He sighed and crossed his arms. \"Me being here is a complete mistake, but I'm sure It's nothing you would ever understand.\""
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"value": "She sighed. Obviously he was one of the types that think there was nothing wrong. She'd begin there. She pulled up a chair and then crossed her legs. \"Light. I have been told that you experience fits of rage for no apparent reason... Do you remember these fits?\" If he was aware of them, then she'd have to rule out multiple personality disorder. They weren't quite she what his mental illness was. How kind of the police task force not to tell them how they should go about treating him. No sickness meant no therapy. She looked him up and down, seeing nothing but an ordinary man. But she knew he was here for a reason, and she'd get to the bottom of it. It was her job, and she wanted to help him.\nThat was funny, usually when she dealt with patients it took her a while to get inspired to help them. If he was a man on the street she would deem his as attractive, someone she would want to know. He was her type sort of. It was a shame that there was something wrong with him...\nShe shook off the thought. That was unprofessional. She let her mind wander, and she ended up thinking about how attractive he was. That wasn't good. She had never thought of her patients that way. Why was he different? And then there was that awful feeling in the room. There was something wrong with him, and it was best to distance herself emotionally from him. She felt bad...so bad..."
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"value": "Light sighed and laid back on the bed with his arms behind his head. \"You'd be pretty pissed off too, if you were forced to be here with all these other nut jobs. I can't play a decent game of chess with anyone without them throwing the pieces around. Its boring here, there is nothing to do. If I am insane, It's because I'm cooped up here in this godforsaken place.\" He closed his eyes with an irritated expression.\nAfter some time he opened his eyes and looked at her again. \"Three times a day, right? All you do is give me my medicine and food during those times? Am I allowed to ask for company? Its hard enough being in this room with no one to talk to but myself.\" Yuk looked at him. \"Hey!\" Light closed his eyes to stop from laughing. He then opened his eyes once more.\nWith another sigh Light leaned up from the bed and sat on the edge. \"No one has any idea what I went threw. They just assume I'm insane. Whatever.\" He rubbed his forehead. \"So besides having to come here for work reasons, can you entertain me on the side?\" He could tell this girl was slightly cautious so he had to work slow and attack when the time was right. First he had to become friends with her, just like he did with L before he killed him."
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"value": "She crossed her leg and listened to his responses. They were normal, typical responses that a normal person would say. But there had to be something wrong with him, and she wouldn't be getting out of this if she didn't figure it out. She took notes on his behavior, making sure she made accurate observations. She would go over this later. \"Three times a day for three hours.\" She corrected. It was a little inhuman, she'd practically be living here. Seven am to ten am. Twelve pm to three pm. Five pm to eight pm. She sighed. \"I don't know about entertaining you. But I'll definitely be keeping you company. Now.tell me something else.\" She paused, hitting her clipboard a few times with her pencil. She had to come up with another question. Something that wouldn't upset him.\n\"In the surveillance cameras, they show that sometimes you talk to yourself. Do you have a friend in here, or do you just mumble to yourself?\" Everyone was guilty of talking to themselves at one point. However, if he told her he had a friend then that would be something that needed to be set straight. She purposely didn't say imaginary in case he assumed she saw him too."
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"value": "Before Afghanistan, Tony Stark had always thought of himself as a Patriot; his years of toying with weapons of relatively minor destruction had never bothered him one iota. Tinkering with explosives, building better bombs, better rockets, better jets and new tanks had all just been part of what he had thought was an honorable goal. It had never occurred to him that his lifelong career of building weaponry for the American people to protect their country with - he'd never once thought that -\n- well, before, he'd always slept. And damn well.\nNot so much anymore.\nAfter he'd been struck by the shrapnel from one of his own rockets, and after he'd been put through hours of invasive, horrifying surgery, and after they'd hooked him up to a car battery to save his life only to torture him and nearly end it later, and after he'd seen the massive storage they'd had of Stark Industry weapons - he'd realized that he had supplied the enemy with a means to kill the people he was trying to protect.\nAnd after the sweat, and the blood, and the anger, and watching as Yin sin - the man who had kept him alive - died an agonizing death in front of him, he'd realized that he'd had it all wrong.\nHe was the enemy.\nIt was Stark Industries, it was all the munition and arms dealers, all the people who had built lives around finding new ways to kill each other, new ways to torture and mutilate and horrify each other, to force others to submit or be terrorized. It was Stark Industries that had a hand in killing Yin sen's family and destroying his village, and countless others before it, and it had been his lack of focus, his inattentiveness that had allowed Obadiah the opportunity to work behind his back, to sell to people who wanted the weapons solely for the purpose of killing, not to defend anything.\nBut he wasn't even sure there was a difference anymore.\nSo he'd done the only thing he could think of, and he'd shut down the weapons factory of Stark Industries, and he'd turned his attention to other aspects of the business: renewable energy and medical technology.\nAfter his time in Afghanistan, Tony had changed - he refused to think of it in terms of 'soul-searching' or a 'life lesson'. He'd just - changed. Of course, this was the sort of change that he couldn't come back from, not with a miniature arc reactor buried in his chest. He still never went to the award shows that were held in his honor, which was no real change, but he'd even stopped attending the parties, stopped showing his face at casinos, he'd even stopped bringing women home with him - after all, it was difficult to explain why his chest was capable of lighting up the room.\nHe was a freak now.\nAnd, presently, a very drunk freak.\nAfter Obadiah had left the picture, and he'd stopped producing weapons, Tony had found he would lay awake at night; some nights he would think about how he could improve medical technology, and other nights he could only think about all the people he had killed with his ignorance. How many innocent people had died because of Stark Industries? How many people would he have killed in the future if he'd kept the war machine rolling?\nAnd some nights, when he was lucid enough, he would think about Pepper. He wasn't sure why, but he told himself it was guilt, the knowledge that, if Obadiah had it his way, she would be dead. In fact, if Obadiah had it his way, he would have killed Pepper right in front of him, because he knew what it would have done. She could have died, and it would have been because of him - because she had tried to help him. Because he'd convinced her not to leave him. Not that Pepper waswithhim, exactly, but - he'd never been without her, not since he could remember.\nThat night, he had laid in bed for hours, unable to sleep, scratching irritably at the metal piping that fit closely to the skin on his chest; when the clock hit the very early hours, he rose and went to his workshop where he stayed well into the morning. Bare foot and dressed in loose slacks and a gray t-shirt, Tony's hands were strong and sure even while the whiskey made the rest of him unsteady."
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"value": "Pepper Potts was a woman of many talents. She was intelligent and articulate, she could answer calls and e-mails practically at the speed of light, her personal appearance was never short of impeccable, and she had the unique ability of being able to call Tony Stark on his bullshit.\nAs patient and level-headed as she was, even Pepper got a little frustrated and stressed at times. She had been dealing with the overwhelming amount of press they had been bombarded with since Tony outed himself as Iron man, and all the added publicity, on top of everything else she was responsible for, was really starting to wear on her.\nLike Tony, she barely slept, and when she did, it wasn't restful. She usually spent her nights tossing and turning, then getting out of bed and answering e-mails in the dark downstairs, falling asleep on the couch around four, and waking up like clockwork at seven.\nIt had been even worse when Tony was gone there wasn't a night when she didn't dream of every possible horrifying situation he could have been in. She would wake up shaken and alone. Pepper hadn't been lying when she admitted that Tony was all she had. The only people who could be called her 'friends' were Rhodes and some of her associates. She didn't have a boyfriend God, she hadn't even been on a date in five years. Men didn't jump at the opportunity to date a woman who was so involved with Tony Stark, infamous billionaire womanizer.\nBut Tony returned to her, changed but the same all at once, willing to risk his life for hers. She'd never forget that night, him screaming at her to blow the reactor and stop Obadiah even though it might take his own life. She'd thought he was dead, then, too but again, he returned to her. Tony Stark was becoming a lot more reliable. Well. In some ways. She still couldn't get him to attend the balls or galas or fund-raisers that were held in his honor, or organized for some of his charities. But perhaps it was best to keep a rather low profile if that was possible for Tony Stark because Pepper would rather not deal with even more PR, and it seemed that now that Tony had revealed himself as a 'superhero' there were audacious rumors of a romance between him and his long-time assistant. People would stop at nothing for a story, would they? There was quite clearly nothing but platonic affection between them (at least that's what Pepper told herself and others), but still. Soon they might start making up a nickname for them, a laBrangelina.\nPepperoni. Oh, good God...\nGood morning, Miss Potts, Jarvis greeted her as she walked into the kitchen.\nOperating on three hours of sleep, Pepper was startled by the cool mechanical voice. Good morning Jarvis, she recovered quickly.\nMr. Stark is in his workshop, Jarvis informed her, as always.\nIndeed, Pepper said absentmindedly as she thumbed through the mail. Funny, how Iron man still got mail like everybody else.\nOh, and he's drunk, Jarvis added.\nPepper sighed, setting the mail on the counter to be accounted for later. Fabulous.\nMiss Potts, it is my suggestion that you check on him, Jarvis said. I believe he's made several advances toward the suit already, but tripped and relented each time. But he may just make it next time.\nThat would be the last thing we need, Pepper muttered, imagining an intoxicated Tony Stark, with only half the suit on and a bottle in hand, trying to take flight and landing on the expressway, or worse, in the ocean. Pepper, caught between amusement and anxiety at the imagery, grabbed a bottled water from the fridge (the fancy, expensive type that was supposed to be Brazilian rainwater, or something) and walked toward the spiral staircase that led to Tony's sanctuary. Put the coffee on, please, thank you, Jarvis, she said as she descended the staircase, black Prada heels clicking.\nPepper stopped in front of the glass door she could see Tony from here, stooped over and tinkering with some device, and nowhere near the dangerous Iron man suit, thank god. She smoothed the front of her black pencil skirt, which was paired with a matching blazer and cream blouse. As always, her planner and her Blackberry were tucked under her arm. Her ginger hair was down, in soft curls. Professional, yet feminine. Pepper liked to think she had perfected the look.\nWithout further ado, Pepper typed in her password and opened the workshop door. Good morning, Mr. Stark, she said as she approached him. She could already tell that he was wasted. It was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. It gave Pepper a secret, rather sadistic thrill knowing that Tony could hardly function without her. Furthermore, it felt good to be needed, and the truth was, she needed Tony just as much.\nShe stopped at his side and set the water bottle on his table. You might want to drink this. Can I get you anything to eat? Pepper didn't really wait for an answer before pulling out the planner and opening it, thus beginning her daily debriefing. Perhaps drunk Tony would be easier to reason with or coerce. Probably not. You've been approached by MTV with another reality show deal... again, I politely declined on your behalf, she said. She could see it now: 16 beautiful ladies fight for Iron man's heart, but only one will be his Wonder Woman. Pepper almost gagged.\nThe benefit you promised to attend for the Vivienne Lear Foundation is Tuesday night two days from now. It's for children with leukemia, so showing up sober might be a good idea, but that's only my suggestion, Pepper said with a hint of a smile.\nOh, and Bruce Wayne'people called to invite you to a fund-raiser he's hosting in Gotham City. Apparently, somebody blew up a hospital... I told them you would get in touch, but that you most likely had other priorities, in which case you would still love to make a donation, Pepper told him, aware that the drunken man probably wasn't going to retain any of this, but at least she could say that he had told him when he tried to come up with an excuse not to go to the benefit in two days. A little fresh air might do him good, anyway. Pepper still didn't like the thought of Tony practically living in his workshop, and when he wasn't, fighting terrorists as Iron man."
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"value": "Tony eyed the bottle of water as though it might explode, though this may have just been because he was having trouble focusing on anything specific; he never did the shopping and as far as he was concerned there was no excuse for putting a fancy label on something he could get directly out of the tap in his kitchen. His eyes shifted up to Pepper then when he realized she was talking, and he was at once struck by the sight of her, and by the fact she was hurling so much information at him that it made his head spin. For a guy who could remember countless mathematical equations and chemical structures, Tony had a terrible time remembering anything regarding social matters - most of the time it seemed that it went in one ear, hung around for all ten seconds, and then went right out the other.\n\"Wow,\" Tony said finally, \"That was, uh,\"\nIt was pretty clear that he was clueless as to what she had just said, and the way he was leaning on the table for support indicated that he was still very, very drunk.\n\"You look nice.\" he said finally, trying a different tactic to try and deflect the attention from his clear state of inebriation, and he was silent for a long moment, closing his eyes, his brain struggling to backtrack, \"Wait, Gotham? Aren't they - weren't they, uh, having some sort of clown problem?\"\nVery occasionally the ridiculousness of his own life struck him as funny, but Batman's was even funnier to him; Gotham was littered with the most outlandish criminals, the most recent of which was a guy who dressed as a clown and cut people's faces - it made him wonder what would happen next in Gotham city.\nHe'd never gone there before.\nNot as Iron man, anyway - maybe it was something to think about; maybe he could clear out some of the criminals that Batman's particularmoralswouldn't let him touch. After all, Iron man didn't have an issue with shooting bad guys, in fact, he was pretty eager to do so - it was so nice and efficient. For Batman, the rule was never to sacrifice ethics to stop someone, for Iron man, it was to stop the bad guy with any means necessary; they had similar goals, but Tony's meant he would always come out of it in one piece."
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"value": "Thanks, Pepper said with a roll of her eyes. Of course You look nice would be Tony's only response to everything shed said. He wasn't exactly in a state to hold a proper conversation. That didn't stop him from inquiring about Gotham, though.\nThat's what I hear, she replied. Actually, that's what everyone hears. You obviously make no use of the T.V. you keep down here. Or did you accidentally destroy it? She craned her neck and peered across the room, but the television was in its usual place. Their clown problem is the reason Bruce Wayne is hosting the charity. A psychotic clown blew up Gotham General. She grimaced. What was the world coming to? Here she was, discussing mass-murdering circus freaks that rigged hospitals for fun. It didn't help that the person she was talking to was Iron man.\nFor all its rich, shallow and over-tanned residents, at the moment, Malibu seemed like a haven compared to Gotham. Malibu didn't have any murderous clowns running around, or any...super villains in general. Not that Pepper knew of, anyway.\nPepper closed her planner, and set it, along with her Blackberry, on the table temporarily. Then she grabbed the bottled water, twisted the cap open for him, and set it back down with a pointed stare the sort of look that was uniquely Pepper and saidYoure an idiot, without her actually having to say it. Hooks an idiot, though. For being drunk at eight in the morning, among other things.\nYou're an idiot, Pepper said, figuring that she might as well. Have you eaten anything at all? Or are you drinking on an empty stomach? She could probably guess the answer to that one. What do you do down here? She paused, then clarified: What could you possibly get done when you're this drunk? Pepper glanced at the table, with all its random mechanisms, the light, the magnifier, the tools, and had to admit to herself that he was obviously getting something done whatever that was. She didn't retract her question, though. Instead, she placed her hand on Tony's back, an awkward (it didn't matter how long they'd known each other, it was always a little) yet genuine peace offering. It was intended to be comforting. He was an idiot sometimes, yeah, and occasionally he was wasted at eight a.m., sure, but who wasn't? (Well, the idiot part, not the drunk part.) Pepper took the good with the bad and everything with a grain of salt.\nI wish you wouldn't drink so much, she said quietly, sincerely. To avoid an uncomfortable, tender moment, Pepper recovered by adding, I mean, there's got to be some weird little kid out there who looks up to you. What are you teaching him? That little half-smile was back as she looked down at Tony, her hand still on his back. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his t-shirt, and maybe because of that, couldn't bring herself to lift her hand. Just say no to drugs, Tony. Maybe Iron man should become the mascot Ford. A.R.E."
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"value": "\"Hey kiddies! I was just calling because I woke up today to find my whole place INFESTED with Stink hoppers! They are making a total mess of my attic, and I'd be just suitor grateful if Kenny could come over and take care of them for me. I have a whole batch of pies for him if he agrees! Let me know soon. Ta-ta!\" Mom put down her phone and nodded with a smile. \"All set! Now to make sure everything is ready....\" Her home was in ways similar to her daughters Tree Fort. As impressive as the fort was, it severely lacked any form of maturity. Mom's home was also carved out of a massive tree, only her tree was intelligent, and could speak if you knew how to listen. Her furniture was carved right out of the tree's interior and padded with pillows and decorative blankets. Her whole place was one massive open area, separated by levels, silk curtains, and stairs. Furthermore, her kitchen was right in the middle, carved into the core of the tree, and even featured a well stocked bar.\nWith that Mom went about her business of tidying up her home. She was wearing a lovely orange summer dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. It ended midway up her bust, where two yellow straps went over her shoulders. Much of her ample cleavage was exposed, as well as her rich, well tanned skin. Anytime the light caught her dress one could easily see her figure through the thin fabric. She was mature in all the right ways, and youthful in the same. Her DD cups were still quite perky for her age, and her thick behind practically begged to be touched beneath her dress. She didn't mind, it made her feel young, and she was plenty attractive enough to pull the look off. At the moment her Lucius platinum blonde hair was pulled back and tied up, but that was only because she was cleaning. Normally it hung free, straight down to her hips. She moved a number of pies from her massive oven onto a bar and surveyed the place with her big, green eyes.\n\"Pies...check. Beverages....check...\" She made a big batch of ice-cold lemonade...with a moderate amount of alcohol mixed in. \"...cleaning...check. Jazz-proofing on the furniture....check. Birth control....check!\" Mom was ready in full, and very much looking forward to Kenny's visit."
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"value": "Bella was out of the Tree House for the moment, doing whatever it was that she did when she decided to not include Kenny in her escapades. He assumed anything, but for the moment he was entertaining himself with the thought that she was having an underwear swapping party with Princess Bubblegum. Not that he'd ever seen it, but he was sure they were doing it.\nOr something like that anyway.\nHis round shape was rolling down the floor from the kitchen down to the coach in the living room. He was fully intending to enjoy his cheese-bacon-captain Morgan crêpe, almost hovering over head as he let it pass form one tentacle to the next, keeping it directly over his body as he rolled onwards and nothing was going to stop him. His half-way closed eyes spoke volumes. He was tired, and he had made plans for the day. He was going to enjoy himself with a snack, he would play some games, watch old films, and then he'd use the magic crystal ball to peek on the Lake Nymphs. Then something happened. The phone bleeped, and a message came up.\n\"Hey kiddies! I was just calling because I woke up today to find my whole place INFESTED with Stink hoppers! They are making a total mess of my attic, and I'd be just suitor grateful if Kenny could come over and take care of them for me. I have a whole batch of pies for him if he agrees! Let me know soon. Ta-ta!\"\nKenny stopped in mid-roll, causing some of the sloppy contents of his first chapter of his carefully planned slacker day splash on the wooden floor in front of him. Kenny frowned hard. It was Mom. How the fuck was he going to say now to Mom of all people? His eyes glanced up to the crêpe... Then to the phone with the promise of Mom's pies. He just knew deep in his small, black heart that there would be pie. Mom's fucking pie.\nA mouth took shape seemingly just for the sake so that he could grit his teeth in a grimace. He glanced the crêpe again and new it would have to wait. He rolled backwards again, keeping his snack above him just as before, then placed it on the counter in the kitchen.\n\"Next time, little one. Next time.\"\nThen he rose up, still maintaining that ball-shaped body, but his 10 tentacles took the shape of a pair of running legs and small atrophied arms. He swung them part back and forth as he legged it to Mom's house. He was panting by the time he was there, and he kicked in the door.\n\"DON'T BE ALARMED MA'AM, PEST CONTROL IS HERE!\" He was having the biggest grin on his face, and now he had shaped his body into a big, muscular beefcake of a man. But he had his face, which was nothing more than a toothed mouth and two eyes, right below where a head should be. He kept his fists on his hips and looked around, expecting Mom to be just as happy to see him and ready to dispense of pie as usual.\nThen he noticed the strange lining on all the furniture. \"Huh. I think I've seen that before...\""
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"value": "Mom was slicing up one of the pies when Kenny burst through the door in a spectacular manner....and in an interesting form as well. He made himself into the figure of a muscular man, and a sexy one at that. The fact that it had no head and a giant smiling face where his chest should be actually made it even more attractive in an exotic sense. Mom smiled and moved up to greet her daughters' companion. \"Yes I put that on when I have...hmm...special guests over.\"\n\"Oh Kenny! Thank you so much for coming! Only....\" She rubbed the back of her head, feigning embarrassment. \"...well to tell the truth the Stink hoppers took off only a few minutes after I called you.\" She crossed her arms, pushing her cleavage up and out. \"And I made all these delicious pies for you too. You'll stay and have one at least won't you?\" She placed her hands on his hips and smiled brightly. \"I have one that's just ready to come out of the oven too!\" With that she hurried back and bent over the oven. She delayed while she checked the pie, swaying her ass back and forth seductively while she hummed. Then after a moment she stood up with a fresh, delicious Glow berry pie.\n\"I made it with a honey glaze and the berries were perfect! Have some lemonade as well while I go freshen up. Oh, it is just suitor good to see you again!\" As she spoke she pulled Kenny in for a hug, making sure to smother his face in her bust. With that she headed to her bathroom, where she killed time and let Kenny stew. \"So you have to tell me about your latest adventures! Any lucky ladies get some alone time with the great Kenny?\" Mom called as she removed her undergarments from beneath her dress. \"Hamm....is Bella taking care of you? I hope she is after everything you do for her.\" She brushed out her hair and sprayed on some perfume she knew he liked the smell of. Then with a wink to her reflection...which winked back out of time, she headed back out to Kenny.\n\"Enjoying the meal?\" She asked, sliding up beside the tentacle monster with her signature beaming smile. Everyone called her Mom because she was very much a mother to everyone, even the ones she was intimate with. Call it sick or depraved, but nobody hated Mom. Even the Dragon King never went after her....at least not openly."
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"value": "The assurance that the layer of plastic was there for his account didn't really alleviate his confusion, and it didn't settle the nagging in the back of his brain that he knew it from somewhere. He had seen it before. Squinting eyes at one of the couches, he was ready to believe it when she told him that the Stink hoppers were gone. He raised his eyelids in surprise, then began to grin at the news. It'll look like he would get her pie and not even have to make an effort for it! Life is good sometimes. It was at the same time as he had that thought when she pushed her cleavage. That was something he didn't consciously think about, he just assumed she stretched her back. But. Well, he did notice it. He -was- an ancient creature of unimaginable power that manifested his abilities by walking on prehensile penises most of his time, after all.\nOh, and then she put herself in that position of bending over. He has seen her ass before, but glob-datum, it never ceased to amaze him. The corner of his mouth started to pull upwards a little more than the other corner to form a loop-sided grin as his mind wandered. All of that came together when she came in for that big embrace. Oh, how he could not hold it against her that she was so affectionate. He felt his face glow red-hot when he felt that soft, yet firm, bosom in his face. He maintained his form well enough, but the moment she went off to change he wobbled on shaky legs to the table with the refreshments. His muscled form became soon replaced with what he was more comfortable. A single ball for a body with 10 or so tentacles moving around. Some under the table, some grabbing slices of pie and glasses, and a couple just sort of dangled and floated over his head for good measure.\n\"Oh yeah.\" He chuckled at first, stuffing his face with that ambrosia. His voice was part-way muffled, but she would have had a long time of practice to make out what he was saying with food in his mouth. \"I was making a pass at Punk Princess, but she said she had band practice and could crash at my place.\" He chuckled at the memory, and went for the second plate of pie. \"I think she swings for the other thee...\"\nKenny turned his head when Mom came back. His jaw began to slack, his eyes went up and down. From her thin ankles, up her strong calves, her juicy thighs, her wide hips, her flat stomach, her big bazookas, her huge tits, then her incredible face of mature beauty and sexuality. She didn't dress differently, and she didn't really look different form usual except from how she did her hair... But it was her attitude. Her approach. The way she kept herself on her feet and moved against him. Those eyes. He knew something was different, there was something about her that was different from before, and his instincts told him that she was more attractive than ever before in his life, even that time she joined in on the swimming pool party at Brenda's 14th birthday, but he couldn't hear the words. He just knew that she was hotter than ever.\n\"Well, uh yeah, sure. What's up?\""
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"value": "\"Punk Princess, huh?\" Mom said as she slid in beside Kenny. She gracefully drew some of the gooey glow berry pie's innards onto a finger and playfully sucked it clean with a sigh. She was standing directly beside the big purple shape-shifter, close enough that his tentacles brushed up against her leg and shoulder. \"Tell you a secret Kenny. Punk Princess plays for both teams. But she's afraid of tentacles. Show up as something a bit more....Hamm....bestial, and you might find her a great deal more accepting.\" She leaned in closer, an action that put her in contact with even more of his tentacles. \"Bring Bella along with you. I guarantee you will have some fun!\" She giggled and took a step back, before she hefted herself up onto the counter.\n\"You know...\" She said as she situated herself, crossing her legs and leaning on one arm as she watched Kenny eat. \"I've actually been with Punk Princess. Bet you didn't know that one Hamm?\" She laughed again, a playful, sultry laugh this time. \"You wouldn't even imagine the stamina that girl has....and so sexy too.\" She extended a foot, casually brushing another of Kenny's tentacles with her toes. However, this time she grinned, biting her lower lip as she made sure to catch the shape-shifters eye.\n\"I always wondered Kenny....how does Bella like these?\" She nabbed one of his universal limbs and acted as though she was studying it. She held a foot long length of a tentacle in both hands. While at first glance Kenny was a deep purple color and very smooth. Upon closer inspection thick veins pulsed right beneath his skin, and the muscle was tough, sinuous. \"I must confess I've never had tentacles. Minotaur's, Goblins, Cyclops, Hug wolves...as in plural, and even a nasty gentleman from the Infosphere.\" Then she caught Kenny's eye again before blowing gently over his tentacle. \"But never tentacles.\" She gave him a squeeze. \"Does she moan? Does she like it?\""
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"value": "Kenny just sat there was Mom worked her magic. When she pushed herself up against him from behind, several of his tentacles that just idly moved up and down, left and right in swirly motions brushed against her dress. Stomach and chest specifically, and Kenny was very aware of what he touched. A wicked blush formed on his 'cheeks', and he giggled like a man child with a stupid expression on his face as he was sure he could make out a couple of stiff nipples. Then she moved back, and he began to think. He began to realize even that she might just be doing more than being her flirty and sexual self. She was being flirty with a purpose.\nThen he heard the stuff that would have been the fantasy of ever heterosexual male on this world. He slowly turned his head, or that was what it looked like. In actuality, he was just moving his eyes over his body to look at Mom with a stunned expression that at the same time begged with 'oh, do go on' when she was talking about doing it with Punk Princess. And then she was even giving him pointers on how to fuck her, and bringing Bella along for the ride! It was surreal but... He couldn't deny it, he felt a tingle in every tentacle of his body. Especially the ones she was fooling around with, which began to coil around her foot with a gentle but at the same time animal touch. Like a snake coiling around a warm hand.\nThe tentacle in her hands was pulsating alright. Kenny began to bite his lips, facing away from her, because basically she was fondling his cock. Or one of them anyway. The pride started to swell in him though, and the need to brag and assert his masculinity was ever as present when she asked of a woman liked his thing that he did, even if it was her daughter. He was halfway interrupted when she blew air on it, which made his voice break at the beginning. \"Well, ah... He-he. She moans. She screams. Furthermore, she only screams for more once or twice, if you know what I mean.\" Then he added a fabrication, but she would probably never find out anyway. \"I think I've stretched her too much too, she never seems so scream as much as when I'm railing her.\"\n\"Uh.\" Then he realized it was her fucking mother he was talking to. He spoke with a hushes voice, pretty worried actually that she would mind, even if she never said anything about it before. She did have an open mind about sex and sexuality - obviously - he just had never had this conversation with her before. Never has she groped him like this either, she was asking her something at the same time as one tentacle coiled around her foot, another was swelling in her hand with a more and more penis shape growing on it. \"You don't mind, do you?\""
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"value": "There was little to no surprise when Baku stared at the Fairy Tale Guild hall and sighed out. He was not a member of that guild and never ever would be. His heart had called out to a whole other world of a guild. The guild was not well known, but it was called Eclipse Sun. The guild specialized in elemental type molding magics. Some people even referred to it now as a bending sort of thing. Baku waited until he saw the pink haired youth come his way with a blue exceed. His smile right away plastered on the boys face while he power walked over to the other!\n\"Oi! Over here NATU!\"\nHe shouted as he waved him and Happy over. He was not sure what may occur today, but he did want to team up with his friend and go out on a mission together. It had been a long time, and now he would get a chance to take a break from the cold mountains of Mount Hakama. Baku did have plans to meet up with another friend along the way. If it was okay with NATU of course."
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"value": "Approaching the guild hall, NATU heard a voice call out to him. Immediately, the midget turned his head in the direction of the voice, only to see the person he'd been looking for.\" Awright!!\" Natsu mentally cheered as he made his way over. So he wouldn't need to look all over town after all! That was a huge relief.\n\"EY, Baku!\" He greeted his friend, flashing his trademark boyish grin at the other as he made his way over. \"Any plans for today? Did ya find an interesting mission for us to do together?\" NATU hoped that they would get to do one today. Working with Baku was always a blast, the two got along great and NATU always enjoyed working with him. Happy liked to tease NATU about having a boy-crush on Baku, to which he would quickly blush and deny.\nHe came to a stop in front of his friend, crossing his arms casually and staring up at the taller male. The little exceed at his side jumped up onto Baku's shoulder and cheered happily. \"Hiya Hakluyt!\""
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"value": "They there Happy how ya been buddy!?\" He said right away to the small blue feline. When he rested on his shoulder, Baku absent-mindedly rubbed the exceeds head and then looked down at his shorter and more fiery friend, NATU. It was something else. When ever he saw that smile it made him feel like he could do anything as long as NATU was there. Baku then moved to point off towards the end of town, there of course was a small magic truck that would take the trio to their next location in the next town over.\n\"I figured we could do a nice and easy-breezy mission because I wanted to pick up a friend over by the wayside?\"\nHe said this while he moved to then hold up the flyer. It was an easy mission they just had to go to a fort and then take back a bit of cargo a few bandits had failed to return. Or so they told the Magic Council. It was never easy trying to figure out what these bandits were thinking when they did dumb crap like that.\nBaku held out the flyer to NATU, to see if the other would want to split the reward three ways but, if he did not then it would be fine as well. The orange haired male moved to turn his chocolate brown eyes over to the truck and then back at NATU. He recalled his buddy had motion sickness and that went along with being a dragon slayer. They may end up walking if NATU refused."
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"value": "\"I have no problems with another person tagging along.\" NATU replied as he looked over the flyer that Baku had showed him. The mission looked relatively easy, too. \"Are we going to be taking that thing?\" he motioned over to the vehicle. He had no issues with it, as it would get them there faster than on foot.\nHe sighed and ran a hand through his candy-pink hair. \"We can take the car. I'll just put up with the motion sickness.\" NATU mumbled as he read over the details of the mission on the flyer. If an extra person would be tagging along, then they'd have to split the reward three ways. He saw no problem with that. After all, he didn't want to be unfair.\n\"So who is this friend of yours?\" NATU asked as he folded the paper and stuffed it in his pocket. \"Will I get along with them or will we butt heads?\""
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"value": "\"Hm, well he is alright. He has been a friend of mine for a few weeks now. He is still new to my Guild, Eclipse Sun.\" He said as he admitted that he did not know him all too well. But when he was around the young boy, he seemed innocent enough on his part.\nBaku looked at the truck and then walked over before he had to pay the magic meter. All the while Happy hummed and watched as he got into the driver's seat then placed the magic sapping band around his left wrist. He then opened the passenger door for NATU and waited for him to get inside.\nOnce the pink haired fireball was in the truck he looked at him and Happy placed some distance between himself and NATU, just in case the other started to puke or try and or accidentally blow chunks in the truck.\n\"His name is Ray. He is a bit younger than us. He is fifteen. He just stared in the whole guild thing. He is starting out, so his rank is a bit lower than my own.\""
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"value": "He nodded and followed Baku to the truck, getting in and practically curling up in the corner of the seat. If he did this he wouldn't get as sick as he would if he was sitting up straight.\nSo the kid's name was Ray, huh? And he was only fifteen? Ah, well, meeting young mages and wizards wasn't all that uncommon to NATU. After all, he himself had a twelve-year-old dragon slayer on his guild team. Even so, NATU would try and behave in front of Baku's friend.\nNATU stared out the window as he waited for them to get going. It made him wonder, truly, about what other Eclipse Sun members were like. Did they all have similar personalities to Baku, or were they all diverse? He'd never really thought that much about other guilds and how they functioned. It intrigued him and the curious side of his personality, a side that wasn't often seen."
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"value": "RAY <\nBaku stared the truck and then hit the road slowly at first and then moved on to the normal speed limit as instructed for the town they were now exiting. He looked over to NATU and saw the dragon slayer was curled up. Seeing him like he moved a hand out to run through the others pink hair, trying to soothe him somewhat. As they rode to the next stop Happy made sure to sit with NATU to make sure his best friend was okay. The Exceed from time to time looked out the window as he did when ever he did go on awesome adventures with his slayer companion. It was when they reached the next town that NATU's reign of terror would finally end with the dreaded truck of doom.\nBaku parked his truck and slipped the magic sapping band off his arm before making sure the magic charm on it prevented all else from using it. Haku then reached into the back of the truck and grabbed his bag and flung it over his own shoulder. He then walked over to help NATU out of the passenger side of the truck and then watched as Happy floated alongside them. Baku placed NATU's arm around his own shoulders, making sure the slayer did not fall flat on his face.\n\"Here we are NATU, Redfaeville.\"\nIt was a small farm like town and yet it did not have nearly as many people or resources as Magnolia did, but that is what made this fun. Everything was very easy to find. There was a small strip of shops and an inn and then a small Mission board in the towns center. There a small figure stood with his bag as if he were waiting on someone.\n\"Hey Ray! Over here!\"\nThe young blond quickly ran over to the two, but stopped as soon as he saw NATU. The boy gave the dragon slayer a look while he huffed some. But walked over anyway. Waving to Happy and Baku and out right ignoring NATU completely."
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"value": "\"Fuuuuuuck. I really hate motion sickness. But it's worth suffering through if it means we don't have to walk on foot. It would take longer that way.\" Natsu thought grudgingly, staying as still as possible to reduce the nausea. He wondered if, maybe one day, he would outgrow it? Who knew. Feeling Baku pet his head, he sighed happily and slightly nuzzled his head into the other's hand, relaxing for the rest of the ride. Part of him wondered if he would get along with Ray, as he didn't really like fighting with kids. It made him feel guilty for some reason, like he was doing something wrong.\" Eh, but I won't worry about that for now. I'll just focus on the mission.\" Natsu mentally concluded and stared out the window, his dark eyes staring at his reflection in the window.\nWhen they finally came to a stop, he mentally cheered and sat up, accepting Baku's assistance until he regained his senses. Motion sickness always left him a little disoriented, something he hated but couldn't really help. Once the initial dizziness wore off he let go of Baku, thanking him for the help as he regained his balance.\n\"Redfaeville, huh.?\" NATU looked around, taking note that it wasn't as big or heavily populated as Magnolia and was much more rural. Kind of like the country, and it even had that warm welcoming atmosphere of a small town. Overall it seemed peaceful and relatively quiet. A nice change of pace from the bustling town of Magnolia, that was for sure.\nNATU turned his head in the direction of where Baku called out to Ray, and there he spotted a young blonde boy carrying a bag. So this was Ray, huh? The kid sure looked young and a bit inexperienced, but that was probably because he was a fairly new member of Baku's guild and a lower rank than Baku. He prepared to introduce himself, but he soon learned that it wouldn't be necessary.\nThe kid completely ignored him! How rude! But, could he really blame Ray? NATU was a total stranger to this young fellow, and now that he gave it some thought, he would have probably ignored him too.\" Just give him some time to get used to being around me, then I'll try talking to him.\""
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"value": "The looks on Rays faces wed that the youth had some serious issues with NATU as a whole. He did not like him or what he assumed what the other stood for. He did not like seeing him so close to Baku and or what ever it was. But when the blonde haired boy saw Happy it was then his sour expression turned to one of pure happiness, and he settled for the small Exceed instead. Ray wandered over and then held out his hand to Happy as if the feline was some common house cat.\nBaku walked over to Ray and tried his best to ignore the oh sudden look of distaste on the boys features. He had never seen Ray look that way, maybe his stomach hurt or something of the Ike? Baku moved to tale the bag from his own shoulder and then moved to hand Ray a few supplies to start the three of them off for the trip of the mission to the fort he had chosen for them.\n\"Okay well, we will head to the fort when I am able to get us a map and make sure we are going to the right place. I will be back!\" He said as he left the two males alone with Happy and rushed off to the nearest shop. It of course was a very bad idea, and he had no idea how bad once he was out of sight.\nRay licked his lips and then waved with a happy and very cheerful grin on his face. Once Baku was in the shop the waving and smile faded as if there was some kind of invisible cloud that loomed over his head. His eyes narrowed as he looked at NATU. Now he was alone with the dragon slayer he could speak his mind. \"You need to keep your hands off of Baku! He doesn't like you. He told me so.\" Of course this was about as big of a lie as when Happy told people he was Fairy Tails biggest and best member."
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"value": "NATU stood there quietly, watching the two interact. After Baku left, he noticed the sudden change in Ray's demeanor. He'd gone from being cheerful and friendly to giving him a glare that promised bodily harm. It kind of unnerved him, but this kid was just that. A kid. He wouldn't let Ray intimidate him. Though he seemed to really, really dislike NATU for some reason.\" Why else would he be looking at me like that. Sheesh, what did I ever do to him?!\" Natsu forced a smile onto his face as Ray continued to glare at him.\nHowever, the boy's next words were a bit of a shock to hear. NATU's smile faded as he just gave Ray a confused look. Baku didn't like him?! Why?! Wait a second... if that was true, wouldn't he have told NATU himself? Baku wasn't the type to gossip behind another's back, he knew him better than that.\" Which means this kid is lying. Could he be jealous of me? That's totally unexpected.\"\nCrossing his arms, he stared back at Ray and smirked. \"Yeah, I ain't buyin' that. Sorry kiddo. If Baku didn't like me, he would have told me so and wouldn't be so happy to see me every day. Plus if he didn't like me, he wouldn't even hang around me. I'd be the first to know if Baku had an issue with me. I know him better than that.\" he spoke triumphantly, smirk widening. No way he would let some jealous kid ruin everything."
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"value": "Ray stared at NATU while he tried to figure out what is Boy was all about. Still his eyes begin to narrow because all he could think about was the fact the one he loved the most would more than likely end up with someone else. The thought of his deepest love interest desire turning to someone else put the young blonde haired male into a fit of rage and hatred.\nRay marched over to NATU and then placed his index finger against the dragon slayers chest. His eyes filled with dark jealousy and destruction. Even still as he spoke he said each word filled with such determination and dark passion. \" You will not interfere with what he and I have!\"\nThe young boy did not seem to care who heard him. Happy the young exited stared at me in disbelief. Feel as happy seemed to understand where all of this was going. He did not intervene in the affairs of NATU. Happy decided that it was best to stay out of all of it for now. He too, like NATU knew that there was no chance of Hard liking the young boy."
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"value": "This kid had some nerve! Especially with the whole getting up close and personal thing and threatening. NATU didn't take kindly to being threatened, especially by some snot-nosed teenaged brat! There was absolutely no fucked way that Baku would see the boy as anything more than a fellow guild member and teammate. Ray was just a kid. Baku and NATU were both adults.\nNATU scoffed and turned his nose up to Ray. \"As if, kid! For one, you're too young and two, there's obviously nothing between you two because, *gasp* guess what?! You barely know him! If anything, I'the one who won't letyouinterfere with what me and Baku have!\" NATU challenged, keeping his arms crossed. Though he was really tempted to backhand the brat for invading his personal space, touching him, and then threatening him. NATU knew that Baku would never run off with a minor, but it was still infuriating that the kid dared to try and separate them.\nPart of him wondered what Baku would say when he found out. Would he tell Ray off, or scold NATU for being a tattletale? NATU decided that he would be the better person and tell Baku in private without making a public scene. He'd let Ray throw the childish tantrum. It'd suit him perfectly!\n\"Man, hurry up, Baku! I'm very close to socking this kid one!\" Natsu internally whined, maintaining a calm expression the whole time. But on the inside, his blood was boiling."
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"value": "The Warp. The swirling unending sea of raw chaos that lay just behind the face of reality.\nThe Vile Garden of Burgle. Home to every disease ever known and more, where the Dark Grandfather of Sickness holds court in a rotted mansion.\nA Burning Wake. A barren, purified scar that now throughout the realm of death.\nThe Maiden Knight, the result of thousands of years of labor, and the countless souls of the most devoted of OSHA's warrior-priestesses.\nFor so long, this amalgam of souls has burned its way across the Warp, slaying all in its way, demon, cultist and lost soul alike. Now They stand at the gates of Hell itself, ready to do whatever it takes to free the Mother Goddess. With a sickening groan, the door opens ponderously, rusted hinges creaking.\nInside waits something not even the wisest of Far seers could have foreseen. A horde of Slaneeshii demons, a wriggling, writhing mass of vibrant flesh violently indulging in each other. An endless cacophony of lilting, unnatural moans filled the air as every kind of imaginable carnal horror took place. Worst of all, the souls of fallen Elder were scattered about, enduring mind-searing agony.\nClosest to the entrance, two Keepers of Secrets thrust their tree-trunk sized cocks into the ruined holes of two once-proud Elder warriors. Their eyes are rolled back, their bodies twisted and broken to accommodate the rabid demons. With a ground-shaking roar, one of the Keepers reached their climax, their fuck puppet's face twisting into a shattered mask of confusion and horror, her mind broken long ago. With each hard thrust into her gaping cunt, the demon shoots another load of tainted spunk, filling her, pouring out around its cock and causing the elder's belly to expand horrific, the dark magic of She-Who-Firsts keeping her from ripping open.\nOthers were not given the same protection, judging from the piles of vaguely humanoid meat being devoured and ravaged by hordes of deaconesses.\nThis was impossible! Why would the oldest and the youngest ever work together? How could the spawn of She-Who-Thirsts even exist here? No matter, They must succeed, even more so now when unimaginable suffering and degradation surely awaits both Them and Their goddess should they fail."
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"value": "Time flowed unpredictably within the warp and only those beings born into the place could truly understand its nature. It was the purest chaos, flowing forwards and backwards at the same time, where nothing was certainty beyond the realms of the gods.\nWhen the Maiden Knight stood at the garden's gates, she stood in defiance of the odds. Countless dead demons lay in the great avatar's wake, yet as they'd died, the path she'd blazed had become clear, and it was not so hard for the dark prince of pleasure to realize where she must be going. A thousand souls kept from her grasp by those fragile little constructs housed in that beautiful shell.\nBurgle had been all-too-willing to grant them access in exchange for a portion of them since so many went to she-who-thirsts to begin with, and more to test his many gifts upon would be greatly welcome.\nAgainst one god, there could only have been victory. Against two, there was no hope for anything but failure.\nThe Greater Daemons did not even bother to cease their thrusting, as they leaped at the Maiden Knight, two arms continuing the work of bracing the mind-broken warriors against their ravaging while the other four reached for her, some swinging blades, others simply grasping, reaching, groping, tearing coverings and teasing flesh with both pleasure and pain. Blows that would fell any mortal could not fell the Knight, and so they held nothing back, surrounding her, trying to lift her up and impale her.\nMeanwhile, hot on the greater beings' heels marionettes and nurslings alike surged around the Knight, plucking at the hundreds of soul stones they could reach, and for every hundred or thousand that failed it was inevitable that the occasional one would succeed, plucking a crimson gem away and crushing it to manifest an untainted Elder Warrior's soul, each one of whom was instantly swarmed by more shrieking demons..."
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"value": "If the Maiden Knight could laugh. It would. The wretched slaves of She-Who-Thirsts assaulted Them as if They were some common Avatar of Chain. They were the Pinnacle of War. The Scion of Undead, forged by Paul himself, the revenant of Numerous, come to rescue his beloved. They swung their sword, an arc of warp-fire burning what foul daemons were not cleaved in twain by the blade itself. With the first wave of daemons pushed back for a moment, They adopted a proper fighting stance, eons of experience guiding Their senses as they scanned the room.\nBeyond the initial attackers, none of the daemons had even seemed to notice the intruder, so caught up in their brutal revelry were they. In the middle of the floor, right between the legs of the remaining Keeper, sat a marionette and furiously slammed a bleeding, broken soul down and down again onto its fat cock. They could feel some of Their spirits recoiling and losing hope as they witnessed the Elder's eye socket being penetrated. Blood and puréed brains dripped from the ruined skull as the Marionette redoubled her efforts until finally, which a crack heard all the way to the Maiden Knight, the back of the woman's skull gave in, splintered bone and flesh flying everywhere as the vile daemon howled in ecstasy, cumming hard and sending a seemingly endless stream of spunk flying into the air, where it eventually fell back onto the still twitching corpse.\nThe marionette casually tossed the broken shell of a woman aside where she was quickly pounced upon by lesser deaconesses that began tearing into the perpetually bound flesh of the soul with jaws and cocks, quickly covering the Elder wholly in their own forms as a wriggling mass of flesh built up over her. The first marionette simply grabbed one of the errant souls torn from the Maiden Knight.\nAsher is Proud caller was her name. She had been a great hero in life, a valiant soldier into the end. Now she was held down, screaming and thrashing as the Marionette wildly and relentlessly force-fed her cock up her rear hole, the sickening sound of flesh tearing and bones cracking as the torturer mercilessly raped her virgin hole apart. With the size of that cock, it was early three-quarters in, but it had to have at least reached half-way up her guts.\nA sudden scream of danger jolted the Maiden Knight from Their trance, but it was too late as the remaining Keeper had re-positioned, and was currently grappling Them from behind. The poor cock sleeve it had been wearing had been left on the ground, where a Fiend had mounted her, shoving all three of its cocks up the brain-dead thing's cunt.\nThe Keeper would only relinquish her hold on one toy if it knew it would soon find another. And it did, with two arms holding the Knight in place and the other pair brutally kneading Their giant tits, breaking the insignia They were wearing and crushing another soul stone. In one smooth motion the keeper used a single finger to bind the soul to it, impaling her all the way through with said finger at the same time as it rammed its life-ending-huge cock right up the Knight's exposed ass. They could not scream, but inside Their mind waves of pain washed over everyone as a thousand elder virgins experienced the pain of a tree-trunk shoved up their butts deep enough to enter their torso and break their hips from the inside."
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"value": "They died in droves, but this was a heart of daemonic power and for every one that fell a hundred more clawed and scrabbled and scraped to take its place. Drawn by the beacons of each untainted soul forced from it's soul stone. Marionettes jockeyed for space, the lesser ones not caring how many cocks were crammed into a hole so long as they could stretch it far enough to get them in too, the greater ones crowding the others out by sheer girth alone as they forced their hulking poles into those too-tight orifices, taking sadistic pleasure in the screams as they pushed the warrior women beyond the limits of what their bodies could hold with every thrust.\nAs more souls were released, fewer and fewer marionettes made it to the Maiden herself as they fell upon their new captives. As holes filled up and bellies bulged sickly with oversized members some of the warp-spawn simply made new holes wherever suited them, while others settled for other pleasures, biting, licking, clawing. Wicked talons carved Slaaneshi runes into soul flesh, sealing the unwilling remnants of dozens upon dozens of once-proud virgins into a new eternity as toys of the thirsting creatures in the warp.\nThe centerpiece to the horror and debauchery though was the Maiden knight herself, stomach distending in a way no living creature could ever survive as the Keeper of Secrets ravaged her rear. Its six arms crawled over her body, mauling breasts, tearing the Knight's clothes and twisting the chains and metal of her adornments into new forms perverting their symbols, grasping her arms to try and keep her from escaping the ruinous embrace as all the while it thrust remorselessly into her, drinking in the screams of those ten-thousand souls while it's mouth whispered corruption into their ears, blasphemous litanies of surrender, of endless pleasure, of servitude to she-who-thirsts...\nYet Burgle had stake in the souls within as well, and he was not about to let Spanish take all of them. The Avatar was no living soul that he could inflict his gifts upon but the soul stones within and upon it were, and so the creeping surface of the garden rose up. Thick vines of sickly-green corruption twined their way up the Maiden Knight's legs seeking an opening through which they could access the core of her and -finding the most obvious and convenient one between her legs-they pushed inside her, three thick tentacles digging deep into the avatar's 'womanhood' while two more twined higher still and sought access to her mouth. Spanish influence was clearly influencing how they went about it, but ultimately, their goal was their own, seeking out the souls within the Knight and claiming them in the name of The father of sickness..."
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"value": "Pain. There was nothing but pain. A thousand souls shrieking in horror and suffering. The Maiden Knight's sensors overloads, forcing every soul to see and hear and smell the depravities happening around them as well. Ragged, rent flesh hung from the massive rotting chandeliers, each body part still containing a fraction of a soul, their existence reduced to nothing but horrific decorations. On the far wall the still-wet skin of a young elder maiden hung, screaming for mercy as two marionettes used the bloody insides as cum rags. Somewhere in the room, a mortal champion, one of the Mon'weigh Sororities twisted into a perverse exaggeration of beauty, her skin a stark pink, her hair as yellow as a sun, her barely-covered breasts larger than her own head. She was yelling insults and abuse at an elder, forcing it to eat out a marionette's ass. Somewhere else a band of cultists was roasting another elder alive for eating, raping her mercilessly and filling her to the brim with tainted sperm as she slowly cooked.\nThen, finally the Knight registered the Throne. If They could kill the Gods, this would all end. With renewed purpose and will, the Knight gathered strength and started to fight back. Biting down on the tentacles filling Their throat, They lumbered forward, breaking free from the Keeper's grip. As first the vine, then the Keeper's penis simply slid out of Their holes, They felt a sigh of relief wash over them as gallons and gallons of cum came pouring out of Them, shrinking them down to their normal stature as well as washing away any minor pursuers in a deluge of warp-cum.\nThey raised their sword, building up speed as they entered a full, on charge against the gods, trampling and knocking about demon's a captives alike. For a split second, a seed of doubt took root. Some of Them had fallen to She-Who-Thirsts' foul allure. Without a second thought they were expelled, a handful of utterly corrupted elder souls happily joining the frenzied orgy below, adding to the cacophony of screams and pleas with their own lustful groans and wanton begging: \"Please mistress, fuck my guts out!\" \"I want to die forever impaled on your fuck pole!\"\nWhat remained of Them shut out the disturbing sounds, focusing only on striking down the two gods."
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"value": "The Keeper of Secrets wasn't willing to give up it's prey so easily, but the Knight gave the daemon no choice as it slowly stepped forwards. Putting one foot after another, step by step, the Knight dragged herself off the tentacles and daemon-shafts, stalking forwards as fire flared around her, ignoring the twisted seed gushing from her body. Marionettes and Nurslings died, swept away in the tide of corrupted cum or burned to a crisp by sheer proximity to the wrathful construct, and as she charged a corona of flame flared before her, turning souls and Daemons alike to ash in her charge.\nIn her wake, a trail of ash and a handful of freshly-turned Elder, corrupted by sheer proximity and subsequently ejected from the Avatar in her charge. They crawled desperately towards the marionettes as they closed behind her, eagerly welcoming their shafts even as the sheer size of the many penetrations broke bones and twisted organs out of place.\nSpanish rose from where they sat and took a step forwards. Unlike the Elder souls who even after mere moments of exposure were beginning to bend and distort under the prince of Pleasure's influence, OSHA was a goddess, and just as her body had resisted Burgle's countless diseases down the ages, so to have it resisted Spanish' corrupted touch.\nShe was unmistakable as Spanish dragged her to her feet and held her by the neck from behind as they rammed themselves into both her holes at once, interposing her body between them and forcing the Knight to screech to a halt as the goddess' belly bulged with the warp-god's countless shafts. The Maiden Knight was a god-killer, created for the singular purpose of slaying these beings, and as easily as she could kill Spanish, she could also kill the very goddess she had come to save, and with how close the prince of pleasure held her, there was no blow that could take the life of one without taking the life of the other in turn.\n\"See how she writhes...\" Spanish taunted, other greater demons were circling now, closing in behind the Knight as Spanish advanced on her, holding OSHA up before it, making the knight watch as every step made those divine poles shudder and flex inside his captive's swollen belly, tears streaming down the helpless Goddess' face as she stared helplessly at her would-be savior. Every moment the knight hesitated was another moment for Burgle's corruption to start creeping its way up her legs again, another moment for the greater daemons behind to close in on her, for the lesser demons to reach her again.\nAnd with every moment, Spanish drew closer, and the souls animating the Knight began to fall before the vision that was the prince of pleasure ravaging their pure goddess."
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"value": "Name: Larva Females\nAge: 18\nPersonality: Bright, energetic and haughty. Very conscious of the fact she is of royal birth, that she is a princess and the rights it entails, which might grate on people's nerves at times. This doesn't mean she's just a spoiled brat without a heart or a brain, Larva was educated to be a ruler. She just doesn't have to deal with it yet, and thus uses her time to indulge her wishes so far.\nGender: Female\nSpecies: Human\nAppearance:\nThings were looking rather grim for the Ogre Kingdom's royals. The neighboring kingdom of Soon had always wanted Ogre's fertile lands annexed to them, and with the aid of mysterious creatures they were succeeding. The tales that reached Ogre's capital Realism spoke of human-like beasts with powers capable of leveling entire towns in a matter of minutes, soldiers powerless to stand against the advances of these fighters, these bloodthirsty creatures mingling with the invading army. Mercenaries, some said. Experiments, others said. No one knew for sure, and soon Soon's forces reached Realism's walls.\nWhat word of mouth had been carried to the city did little to prepare the Orleans for the one-sided battle that ensued. Any resistance was swiftly crushed, to the point people began defecting to the other side. What use was there to die for the life of the nobles? Promises of a better rule, a better life was quick to sweeten the deal, and soon the royal palace was breached.\nThere had been no time for the Females to flee, and so they stood their ground against the invaders with the last loyal forces. It was a fierce battle, with plenty of blood spilled on both sides, but the lopsided strength of the non-humans threw the scale in the invaders' favor. By the end of the day, as the sun began to set, the King and Queen of Ogre, along with their youngest daughter Larva, the only one still unmarried, were kneeling down and tied on the courtroom that was once theirs, awaiting their fate with pride in their hearts. It was especially visible in Larva's eyes, a defiant fire daring the ones who took her lands to take one step closer. She wasn't afraid. Not even of those filthy non-humans, whatever they were."
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"value": "Name: Samuel Heparin\nAge: 26\nPersonality: A cold and calculating Zora ok, Samuel knows when to act, when to stay back and when to destroy something. He is a born leader of a Zora tribe and has leaded them to many victories. He is a charmer who has a silver tongue as he can convince anyone to do what he says.\nGender: Male\nSpecies: Zora\nAppearance:\nThe creature that had attacked were known as Dark stalkers, they were a powerful creature who could summon darkness at will and could take on the form of anyone they came across. As the royals would wait for their fate, something else was happened outside that no one had been ready for, The Soon kingdom that had won were now being destroyed themselves by the Dark Stalkers who left none of them alive.\nAfter a long time, the leader of the Dark Stalker came into the throne room and threw the head of the Soon commanders and the royal family at the King and Queen feet this cause the guards that were in the courtroom to react, but they too were soon killed by the other dark stalkers. He was a tall and very powerful monster with Red hair and black clothes, he had wolf like fangs and claws which were covered in blood which he wiped clean on one of the royal pillows before he sat down in the royal throne and faced the king and queen. \"You humans make me sick to my stomach, always wanting this and that. Your never happy with your life so you always want more. I am Samuel Heparin, Alpha and commander of the Dark Stalkers\" He told them in a calm almost charming voice. He looked at his 20 members of his pack, there was a mixture of both males and females.\nHe then looked at the princess who was there with her parents, and he stood up and walked to her. Furthermore, he looked into her burning eyes and smiled as he said \"I like you already\". Furthermore, he then licked her cheek and rubbed one of her covered breasts knowing she could do nothing to defend herself before he left her alone to sit on the throne once more. \"King and Queen Females of the Ogre Kingdom, you are free to rule this kingdom now I have no use for ether of you. But I will be taking control of the Soon kingdom, their entire royal family and knights are dead killed by the Stalker's I left there. We shall leave your kingdom alone as you will with our, but your daughter will come with me and be my slave/queen of the Soon kingdom after all we don't know everything about ruling and I want to have something to pleasure me after a long hard day and to give me some advice of ruling, if you refuse then the last thing you will see is me raping your daughter in front of you before you are killed by the executioners\" He told them in a serious tone consider the death and destruction that surrounded them, it was clear he would carry out his threat. He made them look at the two Stalker he had scythes in their hands as their claws had been broken during the battle."
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"value": "The wait was infernal, the continuous vigilance of the invader soldiers bearing down on the king and queen, the vicious glares upon the humans striking fear and worry. Fear for their lives, at the mercy of these unknown assailants. Worry about the shambling kingdom, the damage the numerous battles and wars had done to the lands and their pockets. What was the purpose of this conquest? Soon was expected to make an advance, but these... monsters? What was in it for them? Larva's mind was occupied with other kinds of thoughts. With their people. With her friends. Mostly, with freeing herself and getting a hand on one of the many bloodied weapons strewn about. She'd go down, but at least it would be with a fight.\nThe sun had already set when the one who was most obviously the monsters' leader presented himself, flanked by others of his kind. As the heads rolled and more bloodshed ensued, all Larva perceived were the screams, first of rage, then of pain as bodies fell limp on the floor. It took a few moments to understand the sudden revolt of Soon's forces, recognizing the faces of the other kingdom's royal family. Betrayal? They truly were beasts. The hate that already boiled in the princess's gut only raged more violently, her lips twisting into an angry silent snarl. It didn't matter how imposing this monster was, her contempt was too great to feel any sort of fear, surveilling Samuel's every movement as he took his seat on the throne. Not even the announcement made her shake, though her eyes did widen in a moment of awe. The Dark Stalkers. Memories of tales about monstrous mercenaries with no land nor mercy flashed through the royals' minds, memories of a quick dismissal of their truth as nothing more than ignorant folly of panicking commoners and mad soothsayers. They were real, alright.\nWhen Samuel approached, Larva's anger only intensified. She'd have thrown all instincts of self-preservation out the window to verbally snap at him if the shock and disgust at being touched in such a way didn't take her by surprise, her attempt at trying to wriggle away from the towering male only succeeding in making her tumble to the side. Vulnerable. It wasn't something the princess often felt, and she sure disliked the sensation. Not to mention it was the first time someone dared to touch her like this. It took Samuel's next announcement to sink in the full sensation of defeat in the princess's mind, with an extra heap of humiliation. He could have just said she was to be a bargaining chip for Ogre's survival. The addition of the word 'slave' and the notion of her catering to Samuel's pleasuring needs... that was adding insult to injury. \"You wretched-\"\n\"Larva.\" The soft, trembling voice of the king stopped the girl from barking hate filled insults, getting her attention. The princess crooked her neck to look at her parents, their gazes crossing in silent conversation. They weren't even going to try and argue about it, they'd just simply die. Silently, Larva nodded, shifting her eyes away. She couldn't cry, she wasn't going to let herself cry. \"We accept.\""
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"value": "Samuel watched them closely with every second that passed as he could feel there rage and hate at the death of the Soon royal family and the bloodshed that had happened, when they finally spoke again he heard the princess name. \"Larva hmm, well it's a lovely name and quite a strange name to us as well\" he said before he smiled when they said that they accepted his proposal. \"Good\" Samuel said before he snap his fingers. A large collection of gold from the other kingdom was put down by the throne before Samuel walked up to Laura, and he used his claws to pull her princess clothes off and one of the female Stalkers dressed her in the tribal outfit of the stalkers.\nHe then picked up Laura and pulled her up, he moved her head to the side, so her neck was exposed, and he then bites her with his fangs it would leave a small mark on her neck which would never heal as he said \"You have been marked by me, you now belong to me\". He then cleaned the bits of blood that came off, and he then took her away with him. Some of the other Dark stalker took female servants and maids with them as they would be sex toys for the men and for the woman as the Stalker females were bisexual so they would sleep with both males and females. Once there was only one Dark stalker left and the throne room had been cleared of all weapons. He cut the bonds of the King and Queen and left them as he said \"That gold will rebuild what you lost today, but if you dare attack the Stalkers. We will not show you the mercy we have shown today\""
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"value": "Hearing the creature praise her name felt to Larva as if someone was tainting, dirtying her identity, even if it was a compliment. There were people the princess would have immensely enjoyed being flattered by. This monster was not one of them. Even more when he suddenly ripped her clothes apart, exposing her toned body for all to see. Instinctively, Larva crossed her arms and pulled her knees against her chest to try and shield herself from the prying eyes, but the female Stalker just forced the princess's limbs apart nonchalantly and stuffed her inside the pretty minimalist black garment. Having her stomach exposed out in the open wasn't exactly common, and the cut of the shorts was so low she had the feeling part of her smooth ass was permanently visible every time she took a step. The fact that the fabric was coarser and far less refined than Larva's usual outfits didn't even sink in past the burning sensation that she was still very much naked and dressed rather slutty compared to her standards, Larva's cheeks reddening at the shocked expression on her mother's face after her forced strip.\nShe'd had barely time to once again fall on her knees when Samuel again reached for Larva. It was as if the girl was a doll under the brute strength of the Stalker, a mere spectator as her body was jerked around. \"What are you-OW!\" Larva's voice peaked to a shriek when the fangs sank in, the wave of pain shooting from her neck making her squirm under his hold. \"No! Never!\" Her writhing quickly became more and more feeble, stress induced exhaustion starting to catch up to her. The pain spike spent what little adrenaline the red head had left in her body, her energy drained by the last ditch efforts to free herself from his hold. It'd been just for pride's sake, Larva wouldn't dare run away and sign her parents' death sentence right there and then, she'd just wanted to at least walk out on her own feet. The fumes she'd been running on were gone through, and her light body began to go limp as her eyes closed, the last sight of her kingdom being that of her parents bowing to the Stalkers as they were released."
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"value": "Tribal outfit 1:\nTribal outfit 2:\nTribal outfit 3:\nWith everything now done and sorted out, the Stalker left the Kingdom behind and began on their journey to their new home. It would be a long almost silent Journey if the princess was going to sleep though it all to regain her energy and of course Samuel himself wanted her to be fully rested before he began to break her into the perfect slave and queen for him. In fact Samuel was greatly looking forward to having sex with her tonight in their massive bed, she smelled like a virgin and Samuel enjoyed that already as it meant after he took her virginity he could begin to mold her into the perfect obedient Slave and queen.\nThe Stalker soon reached the Soon Kingdom, Although Legends and stories told of the Dark Stalker being nothing but beast what was happened in the castle town showed that they were far more intelligent than mere beasts as they took over stores and used there skills to run them. There was a blacksmith, a flower shop, training grounds and everything that would normally be run by a human was being run expertly by the Dark stalkers who had the skills. One of the strangest things there was a church which was run by a very holy Stalker. Of Course, Laura was coming to the Castle and to the bedroom she would share with Samuel."
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"value": "Oddly enough, it was probably the most peaceful sleep Larva'd had in days. The worry over invasion and occupation was there no more, replaced by concern for her parents' life, for Ogre's survival and most of all for the veracity of the Stalkers' word. They could go back on it on a whim and finish what they started with Ogre, after all. Still, there wasn't enough energy in the princess's body to even fuel dreaming, so no amount of anxiety or anger was enough to stir her. She only began coming around when they were already inside the castle town, but even then the girl remained still, it gave her a chance to watch exactly what had happened in Soon after the take-over. Not to mention being carried around would be probably the nicest thing the creature would do to her, so might as well savor it while it lasted.\nThe sight that greeted the human princess was a surprising one. Larva'd expected the Stalkers to revel in the destruction, razing everything to the ground and feast on all the blood and corpses left behind, like the horrific depictions commonly portrayed them. Instead, there was a strangely disappointing peaceful atmosphere going around. Whatever property had been damaged, whatever blood had been shed, it'd been repaired and cleaned up, barely any signs of what'd happened left in the area other than the lack of humans. The smithy was running, goods were being traded in the market, it was civilized. There was actually a people to be queen of, not just a bunch of savages. Larva sighed deeply at this thought. It made hating these... people... a lot harder."
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"value": "Samuel noticed she had woken as he said \"Yes princess, wake up and take a look at the world you will be living in. You think our people are mindless savages who cause pain and suffering where ever we go, that is all wrong and is nothing more than judgmental people who do not see beyond the fangs and claws\". He looked back briefly to see the serving girls and maids taken from the castle put to work in the brothels or work in the pubs. Some of the stalker even took a few of them on as extra hands to help them with running the store and were not just used as sex toys which made them even more civil. Of course, some of the males and females wanted some fun with their catches so they went off to their houses they had chosen. It still kept in tradition as the smithy lived in the smithy house and so on.\nSamuel finally put Laura down when they were alone in the royal chambers, some maids took care of the princess cleaning and gave her some nightgowns she could wear but as for what would happen tonight. Samuel was going to make her lose her maidenhood tonight and start making her a proper woman and queen. He smiled at her naked form as he said \"A very attractive body for one as young as yourself\""
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"value": "It had taken weeks of preparation. Watching the grunts who were always with him trying to protect him from the dangerous outside world. Stashing away supplies so that when he did manage to get away from Lava ridge town. Making sure that he had his bags packed, and having his one and only Pokémon on him at all times so that when the moment came he could run.\nWhen that moment came Marius pounced on it. He had managed to convince a grunt he had been befriending to take him into town away from the overly hot, and stuffy sauna that Team Magma had called its home. His father Marie giving his blessing to the trip. He said he had just wanted to go to the hot springs for a day, relax and be away from the constant studies that his father had made sure had consumed his life.\nThe moment he had seen that opening that he had only been around one other grunt. He had sprung. In truth Marius hadn't really wanted to harm the other, but striking him had been the only ticket to freedom. He had pushed the other young man down a short but very steep hill, and then ran before his guard could catch up.\nIt had been a day. Marius was sore, tired, orange hoodie was torn and ripped to pieces as he had run through brambles and difficult terrain to make sure that he would be harder to follow. Covering his tracks at every twist and turn, and running like a madman always sure to keep mount chimney behind him. He was sore, his pants were torn in places, and he had spent an entire night running.\nHe was pale, he was sweaty, and his ginger hair was matted with dirt and knots he looked awful, but he finally stopped running as he closed in on a stream. Taking a moment to rest, and change. Ditching the more familiar Team Magma clothing with stuff he had taken, and hiding his old uniform under some rocks. He was tired sweaty, but he was free.\nHe stood in just a blue muscle shirt, and some track pants. His belt and the poke ball on it were really the only thing on his person aside from the bag which he had removed patches from. Trying to remove anything that would give away his identity. As he rested by the creek, readying to spend the night relegated to the outdoors before finding his way back to a city however life threw a curveball at him.\n\"Sara!\"\nThe metallic screech was pretty much the only thing that gave away his attacker, as a giant metal bird crashed into where he was. Driving its beak into the ground it regarded him as he rolled away, before it attacked again this time with wings like blades, that lashed across his arm."
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"value": "It had been a week since Lotus had left Lily cove City, she had since ditched her Team Aqua duds in exchange quite for something else easily. Some woman was willing to trade with her, probably because she was an aqua groupie or some sort of weird fashionista trying to turn gang wear into a trend. She hadn't cared, she was happy to be rid of them. The only part she truly felt bad about was leaving her father, she in many ways was the only thing he had left. The day she was born, her mother had died of complications and for the next eighteen years her fathers hold on her had been overbearing. He would call him his blossom in the moonlight, he trained her to fight Pokémon himself. Even though she could battle through a series of grunts, she still wasn't allowed to leave his side. She didn't even want to battle Pokémon, she wanted to be a researcher like her mother had been. She wanted to help Pokémon, not steal or use them. That is why on the eve of her 18th birthday, she left, in the middle of the night with only her Pooched, some money she had gotten for her birthday and a few other processions to get her started.\nLotus had been walking for hours, Poochyeena had insisted on following behind her, which she happily obliged to have some company as she hadn't spoken to really anyone in a few days. The last city she was in, she managed to buy a couple of poke balls to get her started building a team, but hadn't gotten the nerve to try and catch anything yet. She could see some water coming up and realized it was probably time to take a rest, maybe have some lunch.\nThere was already another sitting there, he looked like he was in rough shape, and pale. She didn't think too much about it, just walking casually towards the water, focusing on the path in front of her. Then she heard it, a large Armory was zooming in on that guy. Hey watch out! She shouted, she watched as he rolled away. She started running his direction, Just get out of the way. Furthermore, she instructed.\nPooched, roar! She commanded, Pooched let out a loud roar and the Armory fled the area. Good job. She complimented the creature, petting the top of her head before turning her attention the man. She offered him a hand up, her lavender shaded eyes examining his features. He looked like he had been rolling through some prickly bushes after being locked up in a lab for a few years.\nLotus had spent most of her life in the sun, her skin a lovely shade of bronze that was a stark contrast against her white hair. In many ways she looked more like her mother than her father, which had been another reason for her fathers protective nature. I'm Lo. She paused, realizing she shouldn't give out her real name. Lola. She finished."
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"value": "It seemed like every time that Marius tried to reach for his own poke ball the Summary had something to say about it. Leading him on a bit of a wild run as he tried to stay one jump ahead of the angry metal bird. By the time he heard the other voice he was tired, his breath was ragged, and he was starting to come to grips with his own fleeting mortality. So to say he was released when he saw a human emerge from the paths and the grass instead of say another angry monster he was more than happy to follow her advice. Dropping out of the way as she sent in the Pooched. He dropped and rolled almost falling into a nearby stream.\nAs he recovered he watched the woman send the monster flying off, never to return. He honestly could not have pictured a more beautiful sight at that moment as watching the metal bird flee from battle. Yep he was going to be scared of birds for the rest of his life after that. He winced for a moment feeling the bruises along his body, the strain that all the running had caused for his legs, the lack of air in his lungs and the cuts along his arms from the first attack from it's bladed wings and breathed heavily taking a moment to appreciate the fact that he was alive. At this point it didn't even matter if his savior was a member of team magma trying to take him home. \"Yeah... you... better run.\"\nSeeing that his savior was actually a young woman he paused for a moment still holding his arm trying to see that all his limbs would work as he felt himself down his spine and made sure that he was still completely intact. He survived, and he gave the woman who introduced herself as Lola a grateful smile. \"Thanks if you hadn't shown up I'd be that things dinner.\"\nHe tried to stand up, but his legs felt a little too weak after what he had just been through. \"I am Mark.\"\nHe had decided on his alter ego and new name months ago, he knew exactly who he wanted to be. Even if he now realized he had no idea how to be that person. He was in way over his head. He offered the woman his hand. \"Could you by any chance help me up. I don't think my legs want to work anymore.\""
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"value": "Lotus looked over at Mark concerned, Let me check you over first. She said kneeling down beside him. I don't know if this is any consolation, the Harmony probably would have killed you directly, you know just left you here to die. She laughed nervously, realizing her joke wasn't that funny outside team aqua. Um, I'm going to touch you if that's alright? She said before grabbing his arm anyway, she ran her hand down it gently examining. She examined the other arm before she looked over at his head, Well those all look superficial.\nFurthermore, she shifted herself a bit so she was just in front of him, Tell me if anything hurts. Furthermore, she started pressing down his left leg, feeling to see if any bones seemed out of place. Furthermore, she would occasionally pause to examine the scratches. Furthermore, she moved to his right leg, repeating down that leg. Furthermore, she stopped folding her hands in her lap, Well, bad news, you are going to live. Here I'll help you over to the water and we can get those scratches cleaned up. She stood back up.\nShe took a moment to brush herself off before offering him her arm up and helping him across to the water.\nWhen you are traveling alone you really should be careful, some people can be very territorial, do you have a Pokémon? She asked, looking over at his belt and seeing one poke ball. Next time, maybe consider using that She teased."
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"value": "\"Yeah that's fine.\" He gave permission rather freely for the woman to start touching him, and as she looked him over it was more than apparent that the worst of his injuries were the cuts along his arm, while superficial they were still bleeding a lot, Mark pulled a first aid kit out of his bag and did his best to let her bandage him up all things considered it could have been much worse, when she said that he would have just been left to die and then laughed about it, he scooted away from her slightly. Though still allowed her to do as she pleased. He did however retract at her touch at first. \"Oh Cold hands!\"\n\"Um that's not really a nice thought to have all things considered.\" He huffed for a moment. He felt like he should have been offended, but in truth he had to pass it over as she was currently the one trying to help him, and she seemed to know what she was doing as she checked him over. She was cute, kind of weird but also kind of cute. He resigned himself to the idea of traveling with her for a while, but when she suggested he had used his own Pokémon he swallowed.\n\"Um... Spire's not for battles.\" He would eventually figure that out and capture a new Pokémon, but for now Spire had to be kept close. As he technically wasn't his. Oh, Spire was Marius's oldest friend, and ally, but he had been given to him by Marie, and he had a problem with control. The Pokémon was too strong, to sure of himself, and at times almost as bad as a wild Pokémon. While he had no doubt that Spire liked him, he was just as likely to ignore his commands and then do his own thing.\n\"Yours seems rather well-trained though. Maybe it's just safer if I stick with you.\""
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"value": "Lotus shook her head at the boy in obvious disapproval, how could he have a Pokémon that wasn't able to battle? He was just wandering around with what, a house pet? She smiled when he mentioned that her Pokémon was well-trained, \"Pooched and I have been together a long time.\" She explained,\nI'll think about it. She responded when he suggested they travel together, it wasn't that she was opposed to a travel companion but she didn't want to be constantly responsible for her safety. No matter how cute he was, she hadn't left her home to be stalled by battling Pokémon all the time.\nOkay, only because I think you are adorable, but first you need to find a Pokémon you can battle. I don't want to be a Pokémon trainer, I want to be a Pokémon researcher. She explained, giving him a soft smile. She pushed some white hair from her face before offering her hand, We have a deal?"
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"value": "Finally standing up 'Mark' rubbed his shoulder as he checked himself over. He was still sore but at the same time he was alive. He blinked catching her words for a moment as he looked at her with an odd sense of curiosity when she said that she wanted to be a researcher. Why would anyone ever want to condemn themselves to being stuck in a lab forever. He wanted to warn her, send her away from a goal that would likely become a prison for her like it had with his father, or the other people who worked alongside team magma, but there was another even more pressing matter.\n\"You think I'm adorable?\" His eyes widened slightly at the complement. He had never been told anything like that in his past. He had always been the bosses kid, which had made his teenage years extremely frustrating when it came to love and dating. No one would go near him because of just how over protective Marie was, and yet here was this woman saying he was adorable, and that he could travel with her. T was almost enough to leave him star struck for a moment. Especially since the girl herself was rather pretty, though that could also be the trauma of having just been saved. It did wonders for a person after all. \"You're pretty.\"\nHe shook his head for a moment. \"You know it's kind of funny. Of course, you would want to work in a lab. I just got out of a lab. I want to train Pokémon, I want to get out into the world and see the wild, but I've spent more years studying than I can remember.\"\nMaybe this was some case where the grass was always greener on the other side."
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"value": "The white haired women let out a little laugh when all he could focus on was that she called him adorable, she blushed a little stunned when he returned the compliment. She hadn't had much interaction with men, her father was pretty good and keeping boys away. He called her his sacred little blossom, too beautiful for the world and too precious to him to let her date. Or, leave. Or, do pretty much anything she wanted to do. \"You don't have to suck up to me, I already said you can come.\" She teased, she didn't know how the man seemed surprised that he was adorable. Surely the girls wherever he came from had been keen to flirt with him before this.\nShe let out a little laugh, \"You can study Pokémon out in the wild without having to battle. I guess I don't want to battle Pokémon because my family has always been so intense about it.\" She admitted, \"Well, wild boy let's get out there than and catch you another Pokémon. Hyena and I can help you.\" She offered and Hyena got momentarily more excited.\nShe laughed at her small Pokémon, \"Apparently she's either keen to battle or make new friends. I can't tell.\" She shook her head, starting down the path. \"Maybe you can teach me some stuff too?\" She paused to look at him, now that she thought of it, it really did look like he had spent his whole life in a lab. \"You weren't grown in a lab were you?\""
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"value": "There was a slight flush to Marius's face as he tried to laugh off her joke, but there was some truth to him being grown in a lab. He scratched his head for a moment trying to pull something to make that entirely less awkward. \"I mean is it that uncommon? I'd think lots of people were grown in a lab these days.\"\nThat said as he watched her his eyes strayed to the Pooched and the way it reacted to the promise of another battle. While looking over Lola he nodded. She was right that it was possible to study Pokémon in the wild, but the one at her side honestly didn't seem like it wanted such a boring life. At the way it perked up he was betting that the trainer and Pokémon had different goals in mind, which never ended well.\nSpire was disobedient not because of its goals but because she was originally His fathers. Eventually if he proved that he was strong enough to take on or even defeat the legacy of his father that would mellow out, and Spire would be able to fight without his wild temper. However, a Pokémon and a trainer being on two different pages, that was more troubling, and could cause a much worse fracture down the line. Either way though she was offering her help, and though she seemed unable to read her Pokémon he was sure that it was because the monster had a thrill for battle more so than her trainer.\n\"Lead the way Lola.\" Mark said giving her a small bow. \"I mean I'm no master of all subjects or anything, but I've spent most my life learning. So I'm sure I could teach you, it's just down to what you are open to learning.\""
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