<blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite>Reizu gaped as Ptricia swallowed the pink dragon with ease. Note number one: never make her mad. He rushed forward and hugged Ptricia. "That was amazing! You really are talented." When she noticed the toast on her feet, he patted her reassuringly. "Don't worry. I've saved all the other toast." Reizu went into the kitchen and pulled out the paper towel package. When he unwrapped it, there were 5 slices of toast, still fresh and good. Reizu smiled widely. "This should take the taste away. Dig in."<br/><br/>(How was your first time as a pred? I hoped you enjoyed it.)</div></blockquote><br/><br/>(Fan-bloody-tastic! I loved the opportunity to explore just what my character was capable of. Most posts involving vore it sounds like someone's writing a restaurant review. 'Then I eat her head, nomming it down...' I wanted to do my best to envision the violence and drama inherent in the concept. It also, I hope, showed that there's layers to Ptricia. Once again, people don't seem to make the most of the opportunity to be different, when playing an unusual character. An ancient sphinx would wear many faces and many personas over her lifespan. You just glimpsed an earlier, much earlier one.)<br/><br/>Ptricia blushed and ducked her head slightly as Reizu hugged her. "Hey, it's just lots of practice!"<br/><br/>At the sight of the toast her eyes sparkled and she shifted back to human form. The belly bulge, which had been about the size of a washing machine, big, but smaller than you'd expect, shrunk in proportion, so it looked little bigger than a bowling ball. Even then, it was almost visibly shrinking, and she put a hand up as she burped.<br/><br/>"That... urp! is just what I need right now..." She scoooped up two more slices and the syrup and repeated her earlier lading of them  with syrup. The level in the bottle was visibly lower. Then she took a big bite out of both of them, stacked on top of one another and her closed eyes expression was blissful as she chewed and ran them around the inside of her mouth.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Chris winces at Ptricia's rant and cowers nervously slightly, eyeing the bulge in her belly that was the late Becca. "Uhm...Sorry, Trish. I wasn't expecting that at all." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu's toast seemed to have reduced her mad. She opened her eyes and looked at him, prqctically purring. "What? Oh, it's okay... I just wish my prey would occasionally indulge in some personal hygine. Maybe I should start up a line of strawberry flavoured bodywash and fur shampooo... And the names Ptricia."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>"Uhh, Reizu, fix up some more toast for Trisha there."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Close enough... Hmm... More... my kind of quantity." She giggled. "Like I said, it's fine. Until we get a dedicated security team, I'll act as bouncer. I've done it before, worked a number of clubs... hey, if I get in touch with some of my old contacts maybe I can scare us up a couple more gigs..."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite>"No need for toast. Got some already. Here you try one too."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"There's always need for toast, but I guess it can wait."<br/><br/>As she watched his handsigns, she shook her head. "Figures... I should have guessed when you threw that plate. A double nerve strike with an improvised weapon? Had to be a martial artist or ninja throwing technique."<br/><br/>When he'd thrown the knives, she added, "And I'm sure you have a secret ninja technique for fixing knife holes in walls too, hmmm? Gotta admit that's one smooth body outside body technique though. Don't think I've ever seen it done with such grace."<br/><br/>She pondered, "I know someone you'd get on with... or possibly try to kill on sight, I'm not sure. A tanuki ninja, Paizu Kuroni, works for the Magical Bakery company. I'll order coffee and doughnuts after the gig and ask for her to deliver them..."<br/><br/>She shook her head, suddenly realising something. "The gig! We've gotta practice together, and get transport sorted... Where is this club anyway?"<br/><br/>OOC: I'd say we can skip practice as a rock montage, maybe to the strains of 'Montage' from 'South Park'/'Team America - World Police'.