<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205751.msg10398568#msg10398568">Quote from: Skynet on 20-08-2014, 05:01:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Carson was a surprisingly social individual.  Although he didn't interact with most students, he talked quite a bit with Assistant Dean Hentru and Professor Yarminda in their free time, trading jokes and asking about their day.  It was an odd thing to see him this way, as though he were a completely different person.<br/><br/>It was easy enough glancing into his mind. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=63288)  Carson's private thoughts revealed quite a lot; he cares a lot about how he's perceived by others.  Thoughts of his home country of Lemish on Krynn came up from time to time; when the Dragonarmies came in any able-bodied young man or woman was recruited into service.  There was no choice, and only his talents as a fighter and mage saved him from drudge work.  He couldn't handle the trials of war or the armies' cruelty, so he left.  Five years later he wonders how Lemish fares, too afraid to venture back there himself.  That's why he has to appear strong at all times, especially in front of others.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Well damn, it was true, the more you know someone's life story, the less you can hate them.  And it would have been so simple to just hate Carson as a smug jerk that hates everyone else.  But it was clear he had relationships, and even traumatic experiences that gave reasons for his gruff aloofness.  Kleris felt any annoyance and resentment melt away, seeing Carson more as a fellow student that needed help.  Hopefully that wouldn't hurt his performance in their duel, however.  In fact, it gave him an idea.<br/><hr/>Kleris watched Carson nervously as he struggled to counter attack with a blast of magic or an assault on his senses.  He quickly gathered himself to follow up with another enchantment after softening up his opponent, but it appeared that Carson was unable to remember or focus his spells!<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The match is over!  Kleris, you are the winner!"<br/>Carson looks toward the ground, ashamed to show his face.  "All week I prepared for a battle of wills!  And it ended so early, in such a way..."<br/>"Congratulations!" Rensha exclaimed as she pulled Kleris onto her shoulder.  The students watching cheered at his success.<br/>"A rather unorthodox tactic," Utari said, "but <em>touch of idiocy</em> was the perfect spell for the duel.  Don't worry, Carson's returned to his senses at the end of the duel.  Although I can't say the same for his pride..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris laughed and waved from high up on Rensha.  “Thanks, I wasn't expecting it to be so effective, but I guess I got a good break.”<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Day 43, Kleris, Rensha, and Zull's dorm room</span></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey Kleris," Zull said as she walked into the room.  "You trying out clothes for some special occasion?  I can help you out.  It's fall, so themed colors such as yellow, orange, or red might be good...or if it's a party, perhaps something frilly and fancy..."<br/> It wasn't long before Rensha joined in.  "A Quick Change Cloak?  Nice!  Did you craft that yourself?"<br/>"Where did you buy it?"<br/>"Can I invite Travis along?" Zull asks.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>“Hmm, good idea,” as he looked in the mirror as he let the cocktail dress he was designing slowly shift through the fall palette, settling on an orange-red color with a single strap over the shoulder, with some frills at the hem and a belt around his slim waist, the whole thing clinging to his slight curves.  It did make his ass look nice, turning around to look.<br/>“Yeah, I made it near the beginning of the year.  That's why my closet is pretty slim.  Maybe I should get some local clothes, at least to get a feel for their fashion.  But you guys have to come!  And yeah, bring Travis along, the more the merrier...”  Kleris was a bit unjustifiably jealous, wanting to keep Zull to himself, but pushed the feeling out.  “Help me out with this dress then, I think you have some good ideas, and I haven't been to many parties.”<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Day 45, the Big Party</span></div><br/>Kleris walked through the party, glad everyone was enjoying themselves, and that he'd been able to help facilitate that with the location and decorations.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We should capture this moment," Lillin said as she cast <em>capture image</em> while looking at the crowd.  "The last time we got a hold of a <em>magnificent mansion</em> it was my second week as a first year.  Anyway, what do you feel like doing?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Hang Out:</strong>“I feel like we haven't really been together much.  Besides our weekly visits of course,” smoothing out his skirt.  “What have you been up to?  Are classes going well?  Any exciting new lovers?  I can practically cut the sexual tension in here, are school parties always like this?”<br/><br/>After chatting with Lillin, Kleris went looking for Zull to see how she was enjoying the party.  They lived together, but it would be good to have fun outside of idly chatting before bed.<br/><br/>Noticing Andrei being stalked by some girls, he came to the rescue, walking right up to hook arms closely and drag him off to get some punch.  “Well, I don't know if you drink it, but you can come help me anyway and tell me how you're doing.  I don't see you much but I feel like we should catch up some.”<br/><br/><strong>Play Games:</strong>Kleris found a small group playing cards, who invited him in.  They all had their shoes or a necktie sitting in a pile for some reason.  Sitting for a hand, it seemed half the game was tricking others into thinking you had a very good or very poor hand.<br/>[Bluff 12+13=25]<br/>With only a pair, but a nervous excitement from being at his first big school party, everyone thought he must have a big hand.  When everything was revealed, there was some good-natured groaning as everyone else took off a shirt or stockings, throwing them into the pile.  Kleris' eyebrows went up, having not realized the true stakes of the game without cash or chips.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sense Motive DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">One of the Bemmean mages, a brunette in black robes, has a rather mature pose.  She is unlike the other teenagers around her, simply surveying the situation and and walking around.<br/><br/>If approached she'll smile at Kleris.  "Oh don't mind me, I prefer to take things slow and steady while having some fun.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">There's something off in the taste of one of the alcoholic beverages.  He can't really figure it out.  There are real ones grown in vineyards present among ones transmuted from water, so it might be that.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcraft DC 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kleris notices that the Bemmean students' spells seem off.  Less stable, somehow.  In fact, everybody's spells seem off.  Perhaps it has to do with Midgard's ley lines subtly infusing their magic since the beginning of the stuff.  As the mansion is in its own demiplane, they'd be all cut off from it.</div></div><br/>[Sense motive 4+5=9<br/>Perception 10+5=15<br/>Spellcraft 1+11=12]<br/>Looking around to make sure everyone was enjoying the party, Kleris looked at his drink.  It was spiked, just like it was supposed to be, but tasted weirder than when he had mixed it early that day.  Maybe it was settling unevenly.  All he knew he didn't feel up to recasting it, his buzz was working nicely.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Utari, Utari," Arturon exclaimed.  "Some spell is making us all act..." before he could finish the other prefect jumped on him, grinding her body against his own.<br/>"Take me, Arturon," she moaned.  "Take me now!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>“Woo, go Arturon, you're the man!” he cheered, giving him a pat on the back in passing.  That looked good, good enough to get some himself.  Wandering around, not sure what he was looking for, he noticed those elf girls had finally caught Andrei.  He spend a couple minutes at the door, watching them giggle and moan, wondering if he should join them.  But they seemed to have their own clique, and he was their fair prize.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Zull was doing sexy poses in one of the bathrooms, surrounded by five or six boys casting <em>capture image</em> as they gazed upon her naked body.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Now Zull, maybe that's who he was looking for.  He drunk in her figure, dark and sensual, such a large person in a little body.  The way she was moving, stroking herself, pausing to push her breasts or ass out for a better angle, giving them enough fuel for an erotic album, it was too much.  Walking in, the boys looked up in surprise, but instead of breaking them up, Kleris just pushed through to take Zull's flushed face in hand and start making out with her.  This seemed to please the boys as they took more images, Kleris and Zull giggling as they groped each other, Kleris licking her nipples, stroking her sex, or laying over her to grind suggestively.  When they begged him to strip, he hesitated, trying to remember why that might be a bad idea.  It would be hot to strip down with Zull, though.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Before he can react, Carson approached Kleris from behind.  "I need a word with you," he says with a voice full of worry.  Without waiting for a reaction he takes him by the hand into one of the rooms.<br/>"That last duel," he said, almost choking.  "That...that was cheap.  But at the same time, I can't deny that you won.  You said earlier that you wanted to be friends.  At the time you sounded like you meant it."<br/>Carson turns his back to Kleris, his fist pounding into the nearby wall.  "Arrrgh!  It was supposed to be epic!  Both our reserves taxed to their limits!  But as soon as you acted it was all over..."<br/>Turning back Carson placed his hands on Kleris' shoulders.  "What do you want from me, Kleris?  Since that kiss I felt love and hate and anger and sadness!  When you invited me here I knew that you were mocking me, but a part wanted to see the better half of you.  Maybe just this once you can prove that part right."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>“I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to knock the magic out of you, I was just trying to soften you up for some real enchantments.  It would've been pretty bad to try to<em>charm</em>you for nothing...”  What could he say?  He didn't want to gloat, and this was already their epic rematch.  Offering a third would seem pitying.  Carson was getting agitated, aggressive, but undirected and confused.  As he held Kleris' shoulders, Kleris automatically placed his own on Carson's heaving chest; it just felt right to be under him.<br/>“I... I don't know what I want.  I don't hate you, or mock you.  I think we could be... closer--”<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Whatever weird effect going around in the mansion was getting to Carson as well.  Leaning in for a kiss, he grabbed Kleris forcefully. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=63291)  Before he knew it his hands were all over, pulling at Kleris' clothes as he undid his own.<br/>A glancing touch over Kleris' nether regions revealed his secret.  By the time the undergarments came off there was no denying it.<br/>Carson's eyes widened at the sight of his rival's manhood.  "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" he asked.  Far from sounded disgusted, he sounded pleasantly surprised.<br/>"Well, you do make a very pretty boy," he said as he kissed Kleris again and squeezed his butt.  "I'm sorry, I can't control myself any longer.  Please accept me!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Now Carson's turn to shove his tongue into someone's mouth, Kleris couldn't escape.  Not that he wanted to, but knowing he could do nothing about this angry confused boy pushing him against the wall and kissing him made Kleris melt.  He whimpered and moaned, returning the kiss, even as Carson pulled the strap of his dress down, pushing it down to the floor as they tumbled onto a bed.  Kleris was left in Zull's lent lingerie, the fancy bra and lacy panties unable to hide his own swollen arousal.  He could do nothing but stare up at Carson in worry as he let him unstrap the bra and push down the panties.  Laying naked and vulnerable, he turned sideways trying to hide his erection, which also showed off the curve of his back, wide hips, and soft round butt.  Carson didn't seem angry, quite the opposite as he pounced again, now groping as he stole another kiss.  Kleris' mind was buzzing with more than alcohol, confusion and lust made him dizzy and careless, reveling in the freedom to be himself in front of someone like with Lillin.  This seemed even more unreal and taboo, however, attracting a human boy, rather than a bisexual creature of lust, as some might view the tiefling.  Ignoring thought, Kleris just moaned approval as he wrapped himself around Carson, kissing him, stroking his strong arms and back, and feeling his smooth thighs wrap around Carson's hips.  There was a sharp bump, sending an electric thrill up to Kleris' brain as he felt Carson's throbbing erection strike his own.  Gasping with surprised arousal, he just kept begging for more, “Yes, yes, I accept you, I'm yours...”