Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)
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				Title: <strong>Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:50:23</strong>
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				((I'll let you guys unpack and all that as you see fit.))<br><br>The rooms provided by Helena were all basically the same in that they had a massive walk in closet, full master bathroom with monsoonal shower, a tub the size of a master bed big enough to hold twelve people, and a fully stocked medicine cabinet and a nearby shelf that was full of lotions, massage oils, shampoos, conditioners, and perfumes of various design and wonderfully smelling scents.&nbsp; If nothing else could be said for the blond woman that had put all this together, she was generous and kind to her contestants as far as their well being went as well as their comfort.<br><br>(http://www.hotelchatter.com/files/3873/Pullman_Hotel_Sydney.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 03:35:53</strong>
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				Emma<br><br>Emma entered the room she would be sharing with gods knows who. She sat her suitcase by the foot of the bed and sat on the corner, wiping her eyes from the day with the palm of her hand. "Ugh... what a day..." She mused, smoothing her dress some. She tried to imagine who her roommate was. It wasn't Erizen, which to an extent was a good thing, but still... they had gotten off to a sour start, but she was starting to warm up to her.<br><br>Ryu... god, she hoped not him. He was powerful, yes, but scary. He would probably hog the bed, anyways... Hoisting her suitcase onto the bed, she opened it, and looked inside, trying to see what she had. A change of clothes, bath necessities and... Pulling a vial out from between her clothes, she read the hastily scrawled label. 'FEV Mk II'. A piece of paper was under the vial which read 'Present from me to you.' and was signed Jake Ballenfield. "You crazy SoB. I don't need this..." She mused, replacing it in her suitcase. "But just in case." Stripping off her dress and hanging it in the closet, she rifled through her bag to find sleep clothes. Just a few everyday ware clothes, nothing she could sleep in. Underwear it was, then.<br><br>Crawling into bed, she barely had the strength to cover herself before groaning at the day's labors. Oh, what a day. She wouldn't fall asleep, not yet, but would lie in bed for a while, maybe see who her new room mate was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 03:59:01</strong>
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				Giselle yawned, having not seen Emma enter the room ahead of her until she stopped at the doorway.&nbsp; Opening her brown eyes a bit wider at what she saw, chuckling warmly as she slowly shut the door behind her.&nbsp; "Hey Emma, I see we're to be roommates.&nbsp; I'm actually glad myself.&nbsp; What say you?"&nbsp; The dark skinned warrior asked, setting her heavy bag down that had somehow survived the beating she had received at the end of the bed, too tired to even consider unpacking right that moment.&nbsp; Stripping out of her armor quickly, the dark elf yawned mightily as she stretched completely in the nude, unashamed to show her body off to those she considered friends.&nbsp; "I don't know about you, but I could sleep for a week.&nbsp; I haven't fought that hard for some time.&nbsp; First though, looking at that....room that's connected to this one, I'm wondering if I might not need a hand figuring it out."<br><br>She was referring to the bathroom, having not seen anything like it before.&nbsp; Of course, she hadn't seen most of what they had today before.&nbsp; Still, the bathroom and all of its many devices confused her to no end.&nbsp; "Sorry to be a bother Emma.&nbsp; I'm out of my element here, to say the least."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 04:22:46</strong>
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				Emma jumped a little as Giselle walked in, but smiled when she noticed who it was. She smiled and waved as she walked into the room, covering herself with the blankets. Her pale skin turned slightly red as Giselle stripped to nothing before her, without so much as a concern to Emma's presence. "I'm happy we're room mates." She smiled, slowly feeling more relaxed. She was a woman also, after all. When was another woman embarrassed to see another woman's... anatomy? Every freakin' day, in her book.<br><br>"What... the restroom?" She asked with a chuckle. "Well, I guess you don't have them where you come from, do you? If you feel like you need to relieve yourself, let me know, and I'll walk you through it. It's not that hard when you get the hang of it."<br><br>Shaking her head, she smiled. "You're not a bother, Giselle. You're just a little... new to this whole technology thing, you'll do fine." Grinning sickly, she continued. "The question being, is when you're back home... can you live without it? Most where I come from have learned, but most never figure out how to get by without technology."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 04:37:29</strong>
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				Giselle blushed a bit, used to stripping down to the nude to sleep, and she was normally by herself when she did.&nbsp; Still, at least it wasn't bothering Emma, which gave the half Drow some comfort as well as she picked up her armor she had so callously discarded and carefully hung it up, easily managing to find a hanger that fit the metal suit of mithril chain links.&nbsp; It took her a minute to figure out how to use it, having nothing like this back at home, but she figured out how to use the hanger easily enough after a few tries.&nbsp; "Yeah, the restroom I guess it would be called here.&nbsp; Bathroom, restroom, same thing in the end right?&nbsp; Anyway, I'd be grealty appreciative if you would show me the ropes of all this new junk."<br><br>When it came time to talk about whether or not she could get by without the technology that was present everywhere in this world, Giselle gave a hearty laugh before she answered.&nbsp; "Oh I've been alive for three hundred years in a world where magic and the mystical are every day occurrences.&nbsp; I doubt I'll have problems adjusting again to that place I left behind.&nbsp; Still, thanks for the vote of confidence Emma.&nbsp; I need a bath considering I smell like dead troll, Driders, and gods know what else."&nbsp; She chuckled again, heading to the restroom to receive her first crash course in modern day technology.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 06:52:32</strong>
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				Emma gave a laugh at Giselle's confidence. Though she had the utmost faith in her, for most people, giving up technology was like giving up your arm, or leg. Most people would sooner die then do without. Throwing the covers off her, revealing her red silk underwear, she walked into the bathroom, ready to show Giselle how to use it.<br><br>"Bath first, huh? Alright well... see this?" She pointed to the porcelain tub in the corner of the bathroom. "That's the bathtub. This little nob right here starts to fill it..." She pulled the faucet nob out, causing water to rush from it, into the tub. "And if you want a bath, just turn this little thing here to plug the drain..." She twisted the drain stopper, causing it to fall down and clog the drain, causing the tub to fill. "In the event you want a shower, just open the drain, and pull this little thingie here..." She pointed to the small pull-tab over the faucet which activated the shower. "When you're done with your bath, just pull the plug up, and let the water drain..." She took a bar of soap from the counter and opened it, placing it on the small dish on the wall near the tub. "Some soap for you, in case you want to smell pretty." She added in, more as an after thought. She took a towel from the rack and moved it closer. "And when you're done, just use this to dry off." She smiled at her handiwork, and nodded. "If you need any more help, just let me know." She stepped out and took a look around the room, taking stock of what was around. A grim realization was seen.<br><br>"Oh... on that note, Giselle... there's only one bed... It's yours." She snapped to a conclusion, starting to re-organize the chairs in the room so she could sleep on them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 07:08:48</strong>
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				Giselle listened intently but had to laugh when Emma showed her the soap and the towel, having safely assumed she might not know them on sight but it still made her laugh all the same.&nbsp; "I might come from a world of magic and all that, but we do have soaps, perfumes, and all that Emma.&nbsp; Still, I thank you for explaining it all Emma."&nbsp; The half Drow replied, giving the girl a playful shove on her shoulder before filling the tub after setting a few things up.&nbsp; Sinking into the warm bath was bliss, and Giselle's quiet moan was evidence of that as she closed her brown eyes, but she did open them again when Emma said she could have the bed to herself.&nbsp; "Now hold on there.&nbsp; I don't want you to be uncomfortable all night my Witchy friend.&nbsp; We can easily share the bed, and if you're worried about your claws, I can cast a shield spell on them to dull the edges until you need them again.&nbsp; Hell, I can even teach you to do it yourself if you want."&nbsp; She offered, wondering if it would work, but it never hurt to try.
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 07:18:24</strong>
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				Emma's heart tried to make an escape out her mouth as Giselle suggested sharing a bed. She was told, from her first memories, that sharing a bed with someone meant you were in love with them, and were going to marry. "My claws... aren't my only concern..." She started slowly, not really wanting to get into this, but if they were sharing... she'd have to know. "I'm... a clinger..." She started slowly, twidling her thumbs best she could. "When I sleep... I just kinda... grapple things... and hug them..." She muttered, slowly turning redder. "I think I'll be fine with the chairs... thank you for the offer... but I don't think I have an ounce of magic abilities in me... F.E.V. infection and all that..."
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 07:33:14</strong>
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				"You doubt yourself before you even try to pull it off.&nbsp; Here I thought you were a badass considering you charged that worm outside without a second thought to save that merc.&nbsp; You sure you belong here if you won't even try a simple spell or two?"&nbsp; Giselle was purposely trying to bait Emma into action, understanding what was holding her up to a degree since it wasn't everyday one was offered a chance to share a bed with another woman.&nbsp; Sitting up a bit in the tub, Giselle looked at the steaming water and sighed.&nbsp; "What if I told you that wouldn't bother me Emma?&nbsp; Considering I've had three bad relationships with men....I wouldn't mind the change for once.&nbsp; I'm not asking you to do anything....except be a friend and listen and I'll be sure to return the favor, I promise."&nbsp; She replied in turn, sadness having crept into her voice.<br><br>"If it wasn't for the fact my dad is here against his will...I never would have come here.&nbsp; If I hadn't had come here, I wouldn't have met you and everyone else, so in a way I'm glad for the change of pace.&nbsp; Still....Helena is going to pay for what she's done to my dad if she has touched a single hair on his head.&nbsp; For you though...I truly hope you get what you came here for as well Emma....and if we have to fight each other, I only ask one thing, no matter what happens before then Emma.&nbsp; If you don't hold back at all, then I shall leave here happy, one way or the other since I don't plan to do so either."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 07:42:53</strong>
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				Emma listened to her speech, feeling a bit stupid for blowing things off right away. She was fairly certain whatever magical talents she might have had were dead with the F.E.V., she decided to give it a go anyways. "So, you've been hurt in the past, too?" She asked, walking into the bathroom, taking a seat next to the tub. "I don't remember much about who I was... but I remember flashes... little moments in my last life. I keep getting one of some guy slapping me over and over again... mercilessly..." She sighed. "I don't know if it's real... but when I wake up, I feel where his hand hit me... my cheeks burn, and I just want to cry..."<br><br>Reaching across, she gave Giselle a hug and smiled. "Don't worry, Giselle... I hope we never have to fight, but if we do... know one of us will win, and the other will loose knowing they did their best." She tightened the hug just a bit before letting her go. "When you get out of the bath, I'll give your spell a shot. Trying can't hurt anything, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 08:08:25</strong>
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				Giselle looked up, startled, pleasantly, that Emma was hugging her after her little speech.&nbsp; The half Drow wrapped her wet arms around the Witch Revenant, nuzzling the girl's neck at the same time before she pulled away at the same time Giselle did.&nbsp; She nodded, remembering the last one all too keenly since he had tried to rape her in her sleep, assuming she'd like it since she was a Drow and all.&nbsp; That breakup had not ended well at all, and she told Emma as much.&nbsp; "My last 'boyfriend' if you can even call him that, tried to force himself upon me.&nbsp; We'd been traveling together only a week, and I had a feeling he wasn't good news but I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt.&nbsp; Bad idea apparently since the first chance he had found him trying to get between my thighs.&nbsp; I fought him off, and I'll admit I got a little crazy before I realized what I was doing.&nbsp; When I did come back to my senses, I found him with his dick in his mouth.&nbsp; Guess how it wound up there?"<br><br>After giving Emma some time to absorb that little gruesome detail, Giselle looked back down to the water and sighed, hating how she had let herself get almost used in the worst way.&nbsp; "I was much younger then...and naive even after my first two breakups.&nbsp; The first I caught him cheating on me with another girl.&nbsp; The second....I was hiding out as a light elf.&nbsp; Having recently learned how to change my appearance quite well, I wanted to see how well it would work.&nbsp; It worked...quite well, until I ran out of spell components, er, ingredients to cast it again after two years of staying with the man I thought would finally accept me for what I was.&nbsp; Turns out he was the same when it came to hating Drow on sight.&nbsp; We almost ended up killing each other before simply walking away, both hurting more because of it.&nbsp; Despite all that....I wish him the best wherever he wound up."&nbsp; Looking up slowly, Giselle managed a weak smile since Emma was right in saying it wouldn't hurt to try.<br><br>"I will advise however that if you learn how to do a fireball or anything like that, that you make sure there's no one around.&nbsp; I can't count the number of times I've dropped fireballs and other dangerous orbs of magical power and have them go off in my face.&nbsp; Once I melted a hole through stone and rock into my parents' bedroom.&nbsp; Needless to say it was quite embarrassing for everyone around, that and I never heard the end of if for years afterward from my two brothers David and Seth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 18:24:35</strong>
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				"I'm... sorry to hear about what happened to you. Men can be so greedy sometimes... they just take what they want without a concern for what others want." She smiled and gave her another, quicker hug. "That's why we girls need to stick together." She smiled.<br><br>"I don't think I'll be flinging any fireballs anytime soon, of that you can be sure. Besides... I think after your bath, I'll have one myself, then hit the sack. Tiring day, carrying Erizen almost the whole way here."
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 18:45:44</strong>
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				((I really hope that was a one time deal there Xeno buddy, as far as being so short and all.&nbsp; If not, we might have to have a few words lol.))<br><br>Giselle hugged the Witch in turn, feeling relatively safe despite what was happening of late and what might still happen.&nbsp; She nodded and cleaned up quickly, chuckling since it had taken her some time to master most of her spells herself.&nbsp; Still, maybe Emma would be different?&nbsp; That was assuming she could manage to cast anything at all of course.&nbsp; "Heh, it's understandable since it took me forever to get to where I am now, so don't feel bad if it's the same for you Emma.&nbsp; Just like anything in this world, practice makes perfect.&nbsp; Still, thanks for what you said earlier and that's why I haven't taken anyone to my bed for almost a whole century, for that small fact that men are indeed pigs.&nbsp; Oh well, that's a conversation for another day."&nbsp; Stepping out of the bath and drying with the towel she had put aside for this, Giselle sighed but smiled, feeling cheerful despite the conversation they had had up until then.&nbsp; Wrapping a dry towel around herself as she wrung out her hair over the side of the tub, pulling the drain with a simple twitch of her right hand without actually touching the thing, Giselle cleaned up her mess quickly enough and let Emma take over, sitting on the same chair that Emma had used up until then.&nbsp; It was fun to talk to Emma despite how different they were.&nbsp; Besides, she still had to put that shield spell on her claws.<br><br>"Hold still a moment and I'll take care of these.&nbsp; For magic to be effective, you first have to believe it will work.&nbsp; I know that sounds cheesy but I couldn't pull off anything I do if I didn't think I could do it.&nbsp; Despite what some people back home will tell you, you don't have to belong to a particular church or religion to use power like I do.&nbsp; There are spells and abilities that work better or work at all that do require you belong to a faith, but for the most part all you need to do is believe in yourself and the power you are trying to harness.&nbsp; Simple spells like moving things with your mind, speaking to another through a telepathic link, and other simple spells are easy to master.&nbsp; It's when you get into the realm of fireballs, lightning orbs, and cones of frost, among other things, is when it gets hard.&nbsp; Putting a simple shield spell to dull a blade or in this case claws, is somewhat difficult since you have to do it for every single one."&nbsp; Putting a fingertip to Emma's left hand, Giselle traced a path up to the woman's index finger and further to her claw, just touching the dangerous implement so as not to cut herself.&nbsp; A red line appeared behind Giselle's dark fingertip that enveloped the claw, making the edge smooth and unable to harm a person or an object Emma might pick up now.&nbsp; Doing the same with the rest of Emma's hand, Giselle smiled up at the girl once it was done.&nbsp; "Try it out, see if you like the handiwork.&nbsp; If you do I can do the other hand as well, but if not I can undo the enchantment easily enough.&nbsp; Remind me and I'll break the spell when you need to fight though.&nbsp; It'll be easier to break than put on since I can just hit them all at once.&nbsp; Creating it is the hard part since every finger is a different length and size, though not much different.&nbsp; It's enough though that trying to blanket them all is impossible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 19:21:27</strong>
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				Emma watched in stitched silence as Giselle placed the enchantment on her index finger, a fairly faint shimmer appearing around the lethal edge. Turning slowly to one of the tapestries by the wall, she drew her finger down it, expecting to see it shred a line down the length of it. Much to her surprise, it reacted as a normal finger would, simply pushing the fabric around. She smiled at this unsuspecting reaction, happy to feel somewhat normal. "I can't remember the last time I was able to touch something without watching it crumble... If you could... could you do that with both hands? I want to be able to touch someone without hurting them..."<br><br>She remembered one of the people who had rescued her from the airport, a pretty brown-haired girl named Zoey. She had tried to touch her once, and had practically eviscerated her in the process. She wiped the wayward tear from her eyes, pawning it off as a facial tick. "I promise, I'll do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be able to do that, to feel people again without hurting them."&nbsp; She prayed beyond anything she might have believe in her former life that Jake's take on magic was wrong. That it WAS possible for magic and technology to live together. Well, hell, it was possible, she just watched Giselle cast a spell in a world of Technology right? But then again, she grew up with these secrets, these arcane miracles. She hadn't known anything of it, only machines and science.<br><br>And it was science which lead to the state of her home, overrun with the walking dead, causing her to live her life in fear at all times, weather or not she'd live to see tomorrow. An accident of one man trying to do good, but the results didn't lie. Science, when uncontrolled, killed people. But so did magic, she supposed. Fireballs? Lightning orbs? Cones of frost? All of these sounded as if there was no beneficial use for them, save the udder destruction of everything everyone held dear. Science and magic, both very wonderful things, but both very horrible and destructive things. Beautiful and terrible, all in one. The trick to them was controlling both. And it was control Helena lacked. She had the power to do great things, but failed to use them properly.<br><br>"Please, I'm ready to learn."<br><br>((Yea, sorry, ran out of things to say. &gt;.&lt;))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 19:44:20</strong>
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				Giselle noticed the tear but she didn't comment on it, having not expected to have a willing student all of a sudden.&nbsp; Still, it was a nice change from the usual reaction she got just from showing her face when she was still making a good name for herself.&nbsp; She nodded and quickly finished the simple shields on Emma's fingers before smiling up at the girl, brushing the tear out of her eye without thinking about it.&nbsp; Giselle had kept her back to Emma for the most part, so the metal stud in her bellybutton wasn't revealed until then when she stood up a bit to lock eyes with the girl before her.&nbsp; It was a product of her more...wild side when she was growing up.&nbsp; She hadn't had the heart to remove it after she found it the next morning after a bit of a wild party the night before, after a successful orc hunt, resulting in every marauding greenskin being slain by her and her then companions.&nbsp; "Hey, it's ok.&nbsp; You don't have to promise anything like that.&nbsp; All that I ask is that you do the best you can and we'll go as fast or slow as you require.&nbsp; We'll start with this so you can do it whenever you wish, alright?"<br><br>It was true that magic was just as dangerous as science was if it was in the wrong hands, but Giselle had learned control long ago, as well as the necessary discipline to use it when it was appropriate or necessary, as had her brother Seth, David lacking that particular talent of theirs for the most part.&nbsp; She didn't believe people were BORN with magical ability, although that did help to a degree.&nbsp; No, she believed anyone could do so with enough practice and dedication.&nbsp; She was going to prove that theory now....she hoped.&nbsp; Walking her through the simple gesture she had employed on her claws, Giselle told the girl the command word aloud, having been able to cast it herself by just thinking of the same word.&nbsp; "You can use spells with a verbal command by simply thinking it given enough practice, but it requires a good deal of concentration.&nbsp; For now, try it out on a finger of your choice.&nbsp; I'll break the enchantment and you can practice it until you get it or you give up for the night."&nbsp; She actually didn't wait for a reply, and simply picked a finger at random on Emma's right hand, the middle one to be precise.&nbsp; Now was the time to see if this would work.&nbsp; "If it works, you might feel a little more tired since this is your first spell casting.&nbsp; I've used so much magic over my life that I didn't feel a thing myself.&nbsp; If I were to use a bunch of medium level spells or something though, then I'd be feeling the strain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 02:50:24</strong>
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				Giselle dispelled the shield spell on her right middle finger so she could practice the spell on herself. She repeated the guesture Giselle showed her, hoping it would work. Removing her gesturing finger, she poked the wall lightly under the tapestry, a hole forming where she put pressure. It didn't work. "Oh, I think I goofed... hang on..." She repeated the gesture again, mentally cursing herself for her silly mistake. After a second attempt, she pushed her finger into the wall again, another hole forming. "Wow, I'm horrible at this... hang on..."<br><br>She tried six or seven more times, all with similar results. Each time she tried, her confidence in her ability to do it diminished. "Damnit..." She swore, having all but lost faith. <em>'For magic to work, you have to believe it will work.'</em> Giselle's words rang in Emma's head. Believe it WILL work, not hope it might. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, okay, I got it this time. This time, it's gonna work." She retraced the gesture over her finger and spoke the words, and this time, when she pressed her finger to the wall, there was no hole. The spell worked. "Did it! Ha! Well, what do you know!?" She smiled at her handiwork, then gave a great yawn. "And now I'm ready for bed... holy crap that drained me..." She moved the tapestry over the holes in the wall, hoping no one would notice. "Thank you, Giselle, for helping me, and believing I can do it. If... you don't mind... do you think you could teach me more? Nothing too powerful but... maybe something along the lines of a healing spell... or something? I want to make the most of this opportunity... after all, who knows when we'll meet again when this is over." She hugged Giselle again in thanks and started re-filling the bathtub to take her bath.<br><br>"Going to have a quick bath before bed, so if you're tired, don't wait up for me." She unclasped her bra from behind her with ease, not having to worry about snapping the clasp in half with her claws dulled, and pulled her panties down, putting them on the toilet for later use. Retrieving a fresh towel, she slipped into the rising water and sighed, the warmth of the liquid soothing her aching muscles.<br><br>Being a Revenant, she had a few things that set her square above any other human on the food chain. 'Fringe benefits' Jake had called them for joining 'the club', whatever that meant. She was a marvel of muscle, able to carry and lift things up to three times her own weight (Which, considering she was a hundred a ten pounds, that was quite a load.), could throw something of equal weight a whopping sixty feet if she wasn't trying, and was faster to boot. There were others, he had mentioned, the most noticeable one being is, medically speaking, she was dead. Her heart didn't beat, yet blood flowed through her veins, her lungs didn't breathe, yet air could still fill them; and most interesting of all, all oil factories of her body stopped. She smelt like nothing, no longer sweated, and didn't really have to worry about bathing. It was just one of those things she did out of an old habit, and it made her feel better.<br><br>As a person, Emma's body was rather lithe and thin, but her chest was fairly large, almost impossibly so, for her frame, her breasts falling at a heavy C cup, just about a D. Her pubic hairs were shaved, an action happening before her infection, Jake had mentioned something about 'Necrotic Photography', about how the body remembers how it looked when it dies, and strives to retain that.<br><br>Leaning her head back, she sighed in relief, happy to have a nice, warm, soothing bath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 03:19:17</strong>
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				Giselle knew the instant Emma succeeded right before she did.&nbsp; It was a thing of beauty to see the Witch succeed despite a few failed attempts.&nbsp; Now that she knew she could do it, Giselle knew that Emma would be much more successful with future lessons.&nbsp; It warmed her heart to have helped the woman with her claw problem, figuring it would be hard for her to cut them down to really do any good.&nbsp; That and trying to do so would probably hurt more than it was worth.&nbsp; "I wouldn't mind at all Emma.&nbsp; I'm sure we could practice healing spells next time sometime in the morning after whatever Helena has in mind for us then.&nbsp; Do you have any idea what nanotech is?"&nbsp; Nano meant small she knew, but beyond that Giselle had no idea.<br><br>Standing as Emma prepared to bath herself, the half Drow smiled since she knew how tiring magic work could be.&nbsp; She watched Emma undress, feeling strangely attracted to the Witch Revenant.&nbsp; "If you don't care I think I'll do that.&nbsp; Good night, Emma Windsor.&nbsp; I'll see you in the morning."&nbsp; Bowing politely, Giselle offered one more smile before turning in for the night, but not before relieving herself on the toilet.&nbsp; That taken care of and cleaning up a bit, the half Drow went to the bed and tucked in on the right side, falling asleep almost immediately the moment her head hit the pillow.&nbsp; Being of elven descendant allowed Giselle, and others like her, to sleep only for four hours and still wake up quite refreshed.&nbsp; Not only that, but sleep spells didn't work on her kind.&nbsp; Also, her eyes, while light sensitive, could see in the darkest of shadows and also in the infrared spectrum, allowing her to sneak about in near complete darkness, making her quite the effective assassin....if she played that way.&nbsp; Giselle didn't strike from the shadows like her Drow brethren however, but she did if she had no other choice.&nbsp; Here, in DOA, anything was possible....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 05:04:55</strong>
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				"Nanotech? I don't know exactly, but Jake described them as tiny machines, usually used to augment one's natural abilities. They can also repair damage to the body, or... well, most anything." Rubbing the water over her leg, she listened as Giselle slipped into bed, and fell asleep almost instantly. She smiled and whispered softly "Good night, Giselle. See you in the morning." Dunking her head under water she ran her fingers vigorously through the matted strands, loosening them so they might better receive the shampoo she was planning on showering them with. Pouring a liberal amount of Shampoo onto her head, she ran her hands over her head, her claws feeling like simple fingers on her scalp. <br><br>After working up a decent lather, she put her head back underwater and washed it away, her hair feeling pounds lighter, free of dirt, grime, and anything else that might have been in it. Sighing, she continued to bath, rubbing soap over herself and getting all well and clean and, when she was satisfied, finally opened the tub stopper with her foot and stood, drying herself with he towel. The bath made her, somehow, more fatigued then she was, and the bed called to her stronger and stronger. Weakly returning her bra and panties to her body, she finished drying and shuffled over to bed, threw the covers off the left side of the bed and climbed in.<br><br>She fell asleep instantly, her mind drifting to her newfound friends where she came from. Francis, Louis, Bill, Zoey, Trinsha, and even that weird little kid, Jake. They were all very friendly to her, despite her condition, much like how Giselle took to her, instant friends. ... Well... Zoey took to her like Giselle did. Bill was a little less receptive, but Louis and Francis didn't like the idea much. She thought about her friends, and those she could loosely associate with, and before long, unbenownest to her, she had already managed to work herself into a spooning position with Giselle, her arms wrapped around the Drow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 05:27:01</strong>
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				Giselle moaned softly when Emma hugged her in their shared bed, both fast asleep and not stirring a bit other than that single moan of contentment at the feel of the Witch wrapped around her body.&nbsp; It would be about four and a half hours that Giselle would start to stir, long before the sun came up, by about three hours, but the half Drow wasn't complaining as she looked down at Emma's hands wrapped around her waist.&nbsp; Giving a soft smile to her partner, she slowly turned and faced the woman she had shared a bed with and brushed a couple of Emma's hairs out of her face.<br><br>Reverie was what elves like herself called sleep, a meditative trance that restored their strength faster than eight hours ever offered.&nbsp; Still, she wouldn't wake Emma, at least not on purpose anyway as Giselle put a hand on either side of the Witch's face and closed her own brown eyes.&nbsp; What came next, only Emma would remember when she awoke, Giselle purposely keeping her asleep with a low level sleep spell just to be sure she got her full maximum of needed sleep....assuming she was the same as any other human in that regard anyway.<br><br><em>Creating a space within Emma's mind that looked like the room they were in now, Giselle walked into the room as she had before, except there was a couple of differences to be seen.&nbsp; The first, was that the lights that had been on before were not turned off, and the only lights that could be seen were dozens of scented candles all over the room, setting the scene nicely if she had to say so herself.&nbsp; The second change was that the bed was covered in red rose petals, and the tub was also full of them with hot steaming water filling the thing.&nbsp; "Emma.&nbsp; This is a dream, and you won't remember or react openly in the real world until you awaken, but I thought considering you came from a post apocalyptic world, that I might try to ease your mind a bit."<br><br>Giselle's armor disappeared, revealing the half Drow in all of her stunning beauty as she slowly walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, facing the Witch as she did so.&nbsp; "Trust me when I say that when you wake up from this dream, you will feel far better than you have ever felt before, if you wish for this to go on as I hope anyway.&nbsp; The power of massage can be quite beneficiary in the right hands, Emma, and quite rejuvenating to say the least.&nbsp; If you'll let me, I hope you will allow me to show you exactly what I mean."&nbsp; Giselle offered, not going any further until and if she allowed it.</em><br><br>((I was bored lol.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 06:12:45</strong>
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				<em>Emma wasn't quite sure if this was some kind of dream induced by fatigue, or a deep longing for companionship, but as she entered, she couldn't help but feel relaxed as Giselle spoke to her, each word ringing like an angel's song in her ears. The rose pedals on the bed and in the tub, while a tad cliche, were pretty, and a very welcome reprieve. So it was a dream, just as Giselle described, and hopefully she'd remember whatever happened here.<br><br>"A massage?" She questioned idly to herself. "I'd very much like that..." She smiled, blushing a little. "More so, if you're going to give it to me..." She looked aorund, to the bed, and to Giselle, the Drow shown in the dim, but sensual light as a shimmering, beautiful figure. "But if this is a dream..." She mused, taking a step forward, sat next to her on the bed, and placed a hand on Giselle's shoulder. "There's something I'd like to do first..." Shifting her position, and sliding her hands from her shoulders, arms now resting on them instead, she gave her a light hug, her eyes closing slowly. "Something I don't think I'd have the guts to do in the real world..." Leaning closer to the Drow, she let her lips touch hers, the Revenant's lips surprising warm for being dead. Pulling away quickly, she smiled. "You're special, Giselle... very special. To me, I mean... From many stand points, you and I are so much alike... both blessed and cursed..." Kissing her again, she let her hug migrate to her waist, practically sitting on her lap. "Giselle... I know I can't hold a candle to you in reality, and you may just be a dream, but you're the most beautiful dream I've ever seen... and I want this... even if it is a dream..."<br><br>She kissed the dream Giselle passionetly, her hands on her back, rubbing her toned muscles idly, feeling her soft skin across her hands. God help whoever woke her from this dream. God help them indeed.</em><br><br>((Meh. I see your boredom and raise you an 'HLS' scene.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 06:31:15</strong>
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				((Lol, poker now is it?&nbsp; Never played, but I get the reference anyway.))<br><br><em>Giselle smiled warmly as she nodded and blushed a bit at the Witch's kind words.&nbsp; Shivering minutely at the touch to her shoulder, the half Drow listened intently to Emma's request and didn't fight the kiss that followed as she too hugged the girl to her body.&nbsp; Giselle's hands stayed right below Emma's breasts as she locked eyes with the girl in her arms.&nbsp; She had very little experience with women as far as romantic tendencies went, but the few times she had gone this far, the events had been worth it in every way.<br><br>Slowly breaking away, Giselle purred as their lips met again, sending warmth down to her toes at the contact as she sucked on Emma's lower lip before she was able to get away.&nbsp; "Thanks...Emma for your heartfelt honesty...as well as the feelings behind them.&nbsp; I....despite how short I've known you...I feel the same way Emma.&nbsp; That's why I...wanted to do this for you.&nbsp; This might be a dream, but my magic I'm using to make this possible will make it feel very real when you awaken, of that I promise.&nbsp; No matter what, even if we made love until you are ready to wake up, you'll feel as if you slept the entire night without pause.&nbsp; I am awake right now, needing only four hours of sleep to a human's eight.&nbsp; I...get a lot of time to practice because of my elven heritage."<br><br>It was true they were very alike.&nbsp; Emma was more akin to Giselle than anyone else she had met on her many travels.&nbsp; Maybe this would work out for the best after all?&nbsp; It wouldn't hurt to try, Giselle knew as she went to Emma's left ear and whispered.&nbsp; "No one will wake you up from this if they want to live past the next five seconds.&nbsp; Beyond that, I want you to leave this 'dream' feeling completely satisfied.&nbsp; I have more than a massage in mind."&nbsp; She purred, sucking tenderly on Emma's earlobe before pulling away, gently pushing the girl back onto the bed.&nbsp; "Roll over my dear Emma.&nbsp; We'll begin when you're ready."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 06:59:15</strong>
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				<em>Giselle spoke, and Emma listened. It was a set up she had gotten used to, because Jake spoke a lot, and didn't like being interrupted. Emma, much like Giselle had little sexual experience with women. Hell, she had </em>none<em> that she knew of. She found herself helpless as Giselle returned her kiss, a low purr escaping the Drow's throat, her lips sucking lightly on Emma's pale lower lip. Her words of honesty, of truth, made Emma smile. She wasn't used to people telling her honestly what they thought, and that she felt the same way about her? It was like a burden was lifted from her heart, and tossed aside for another to inherit. <br><br>She couldn't quite understand her next words... did she make this dream world for her? Or was this just what her mind wanted her to think? It was all confusing and, honestly, not really worth figuring out. Her mouth was close to her ear, her sweet, serene voice teasing her at every turn as her breath played against the hair strands above her ear, and ticking her lobe. The tenderness of the Drow's lips on her ears came a bit as a shock to her, but was a pleasant one.<br><br>Obediently, she rolled onto her chest and folded her arms under her head to support it, giving Giselle a playful wag of her rear as she stretched out. Closing her eyes and tilting her head so she wasn't talking into the pillow, she moaned happily. "Do whatever you want, Giselle. It might be a dream, but in this dream, I'm yours... just... tell me I'll remember this in the morning..."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 07:12:56</strong>
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				<em>Giselle didn't know her relationship with her former friends, Still, she wanted to get to know Emma better as she watched the pale skinned woman settle down.&nbsp; Hearing her heart felt plea, Giselle leaned down to whisper in Emma's ear again, no hint of a lie in her voice as she said.&nbsp; "I promise that you will remember everything that happens here, Emma, as soon as you are fully awake."&nbsp; She slowly sat back up, getting comfortable with her legs tucked underneath her bare butt before putting her hands on Emma's neck and shoulders.&nbsp; Starting there, the half Drow starting asking questions as her sensitive fingers found every tight spot and tense muscle, and skillfully worked them out, slowly working her way downward as she talked.<br><br>"Tell me...about your own life that you remember Emma.&nbsp; You know about me to a degree.&nbsp; I'd be...happy to hear about you."&nbsp; She whispered, lowering herself a bit so her lips traced Emma's spine down to her butt before continuing where she had left off, waiting for a reply as she continued the massage, missing nothing on Emma's body.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 07:42:50</strong>
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				<em>Emma felt the Drow's fingers work their magic across her body, loosening every knot at tear her body had, slowly relaxing and releasing her. "Like I said, I don't know much about my past... I woke up about... three days ago in an airport... nothing to my name, but the clothes on my back... I quickly learned the fate of everyone in the USA... killed... turned into zombies." She sighed and adjusted herself slightly, getting more comfortable. "I met four people in the airport... Louis, Francis, Bill and Zoey... They didn't trust me at first... after all, I looked like one of them, one that had killed thousands."<br><br>"He called us Revenants... people who contracted the F.E.V., but were either fortunate... or more likely, unfortunate enough to die from it. He was one himself, he understood us, but he also caused it... Jake is an... interesting person, smart as hell, but has no sense." She smiled, remembering the crazy doctor. "He designed the F.E.V.... but it did what he didn't want it to... it wasn't his intention to kill thousands of millions of people... but anymore..." She sighed, letting Giselle's fingers continue to enchant her.<br><br>As she thought, Jake's words rang in her head. </em>"The F.E.V. cannot change someone on a mental level once one has turned into a Revenant. As ever-changing as the F.E.V. is in it's nature, some things can not simply be 'adapted' a few weeks after infection. I was a straight, crazy, smart and young scientist when I contracted it, and I'm a straight, crazy, smart and young scientist now. It cannot change who we are, Emma. Just how we behave. So, yes, to answer your question, it's probably a safe bet to guess in your last life, you were attracted to women."<em><br><br>" 'Perfection in all things, prioritization in all things, and humanity will follow..." She was starting to ramble, getting lost in Giselle's touch. "Your hands are so divine... don't stop..."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 08:20:04</strong>
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				<em>Giselle never stopped nor did she have any intentions of doing so as the back wall disappeared, revealing a beach that was not of DOA Island.&nbsp; It was part of the sparkling beaches of Evermeet, a part of Giselle's world, and a place that she knew quite well.&nbsp; The other walls and the roof disappeared next on the half Drow's command, but the bed and the tub remained as did the candles scattered about the room that was now open to the a sparkling night sky that was totally different from Earth's own.&nbsp; For one, it was clear of all pollutions.&nbsp; Another was that the stars were brighter and arranged differently than Earth's own astrological arrangements.&nbsp; Hearing Emma speak of her first three days did give the warrior pause for a moment.<br><br>"Three days?&nbsp; You're practically a newborn then Emma.&nbsp; Still...the four people you mentioned sound friendly enough despite the rough start you had.&nbsp; I'm just glad despite everything, you are here now."&nbsp; She whispered, going to the middle of Emma's back since she had done everything above.&nbsp; Casting a simple warming spell on her hands, the half Drow began again, spreading the warmth wherever her fingers touched, only adding to the experience she knew.&nbsp; Hearing how her friend Jake had started it all on her world did raise many questions.&nbsp; "Why would he make such a powerful and destructive thing?"&nbsp; She asked, a little shocked but she never quit or slowed down, smiling softly as she heard Emma's request that she not stop.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 08:49:39</strong>
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				<em>"Shadow Gene... Human Aggression Gene..." She muttered, half out of it. "He tried to... make humans less violent... tried to make us different." She sighed as the warmth spread across her body, making her touch all the more enticing. She hardly noticed the scenery change. "Nobel intents... but he chose his friends poorly... a man altered the formula to... kill people." Waking up slightly more, she continued. "Jake's a good guy, don't think he isn't... he's just had a rather long rash of bad luck. Born a genius, cursed with it. He's trying to undo what he did, but the damage is almost irreparable." <br><br>She kept her eyes closed, her thoughts drifting between Giselle and Jake simultaneously. "He cares about me, but how I can't say. He's a Revenant, just like me, so there's that kinship, but I don't think he seems me past that, then just friend; and I certainly don't see much else in him... " She inhaled a little, smelling something familiar.<br><br>"Hey... is that the ocean I smell?" She opened her eyes and looked around, the beach around her a beautiful sight. "Did you do that? That's... amazing!" She smiled as her hands continued their dance across her back. She gave a shiver. "If you're going to drive me crazy, Giselle, you better be ready to steer... I can't take this punishment anymore..." She was practically shivering in anticipation, waiting for Giselle to stop teasing her.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 07:08:40</strong>
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				<em>He tried to make humans less violent....sounded like mind control to Giselle.&nbsp; Still, she couldn't judge out of hand, and it did truly sound like that this Jake person had had his people's best interests at heart, but he had had bad luck in the process of whatever he had been doing.&nbsp; It made sense....strangely enough.&nbsp; Having reached just above Emma's butt, Giselle wasn't sure how long she could keep this up before she too found it too hard to resist Emma's unique charms.&nbsp; Stopping for a moment, the half Drow flexed her fingers a few times, readying herself for the next part of what she had in mind.&nbsp; Listening to the Witch's explanation about Jake and her feelings, or lack there of, for the man, Giselle was secretly glad of what she admitted as Emma finally realized where they were.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; This is a place from my world.&nbsp; Evermeet, the beaches that sparkle in the sun like thousands of diamonds mixed in the white sand.&nbsp; I have been here only twice, but both times was worth it considering how beautiful and peaceful this place is.&nbsp; It...no longer exists in my world though Emma.&nbsp; A devastating magical plague, called the Spellplague, saw to that.&nbsp; Magic like mine...went wild and stopped working altogether for almost twenty years.&nbsp; In that time, many wizards and sorcerers that relied and used magic constantly either died or went insane from the magical blue fire that spread across the realm.&nbsp; Not only that, but places like this simply disappeared or were utterly destroyed or were changed...changed into Plaguelands, areas where magic still goes wild and new monsters that can use strange magic reside."<br><br>Sighing heavily, Giselle laid beside the Witch, a hand idly running up and down the girl's back as she told more of her home's tragic history.&nbsp; "I was born right in the middle of the darkest time Faerun has ever known.&nbsp; War was everywhere, death was widespread, and governments that had stood for centuries were suddenly at the mercy of people who just wanted things to go back to normal or to change for the better.&nbsp; Some areas of Faerun were heavily magic dependent, and it was these places that were hit the hardest.&nbsp; The cause of all this was when the Goddess of Magic, Mystra, was killed by two other gods.&nbsp; Mystra was responsible for the Weave, the Conduit that ruled over and governed arcane powers.&nbsp; She constantly maintained and cared for her Weave until the day she died at the hands of her killers.&nbsp; Needless to say....I too know what it is like to survive an Apocalypse, although yours is still going on.&nbsp; If I can, I'll follow you back and help where I can Emma.&nbsp; It's the least I can do for the kindness you've shown me here."&nbsp; She whispered, rolling over and sitting up before going to the Witch's butt.&nbsp; Raising it slightly so her butt hole as well as her pussy were exposed to her eyes, Giselle ran her fingers over the woman's sex and smiled, teasing the soft folds and giving into her as well as her own desires at the same time.&nbsp; "As you wish, Emma."&nbsp; She whispered again before slowly slipping a single finger deep inside Emma's hot core.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 19:31:00</strong>
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				<em>It was a strangely familiar sensation, feeling Giselle's fingers inside her, moving with her desires to know the woman more. The story stuck in her head, how they had both lived through things that had killed millions. She let out a sigh of content to the gentle motions of Giselle's fingers, easing her into a sense of deep understanding and longing. It was awkward, the woman inside her feeling so foreign, yet at the same time, so familiar. Emma chuckled, trying to continue the pleasant conversation, but found herself quickly overwhelmed with ecstasy.<br><br>Her toes curled and her fingers rolled into crude fists, her back arching in enjoyment. Despite the resistance the bed sheet was provided against her body, she felt her nipples getting slowly hard from the sensations coursing though her body. "Giselle..." She gave a moan, trying to put her feelings into words. They came from different worlds, on opposite ends of the cosmic trail, yet Emma felt more kinship with Giselle then she had with anyone else she's ever met. Alabaster and Obsidian, black and white, north and south. Opposites, yet they strive for their connection.<br><br>Relaxing and smiling, Emma waited for Giselle, wanting to be her everything, to show her that there is a chance for love in her life, even if that change lives in separate dimensions. She muttered something through her pleasure which sounded very similar to 'I love you'.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 19:49:14</strong>
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				<em>'I love you'.&nbsp; The words startled Giselle, but she recovered in stride as she always did for the most part, a smile creeping to her own face as the half Drow felt a connection with this strange woman that she hadn't felt in a hundred years almost.&nbsp; Sliding her finger slowly back and forth within Emma's sex, Giselle felt her own start to drip and become wet in anticipation as she fingered the Witch before her.&nbsp; It was good to see that Emma was enjoying herself as the sun started to rise in the eastern sky, making the beach and the brightening heavens seem to glitter just as Giselle had said that it would.&nbsp; The sparkling beaches of Evermeet were living up to their name as the half Drow pleasured Emma's pussy with slow and even thrusts, drawing out every bit of bliss she could as she lowered her lips to the girl's butt hole.&nbsp; Gently lapping at her anal ring, she moaned softly so her tongue vibrated slightly in the process, only adding to the stimulation she was giving Emma, she hoped anyway.&nbsp; Pulling away a moment, Giselle looked around Emma's beautiful rear end and locked eyes with the Revenant before speaking.<br><br>"Cum as you wish Emma."&nbsp; She whispered before diving in for more, adding a second finger and rubbing her thumb over the woman's clit as she continued her slow and steady pace.&nbsp; Giselle wanted Emma to climax, softly, or hard, was up to her.&nbsp; Still, she didn't plan to release the Witch Revenant until she had given her what she had to offer at least once.&nbsp; If she wanted to return the favor, Giselle wouldn't refuse the offer as she licked and thrust her fingers in Emma's respective holes, burrowing her tongue a little deeper as time wore on.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 04:42:34</strong>
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				<em>Emma felt her pleasure build up into a tangible force the more the Drow's fingers poked and prodded about her nether regions. Her hands grasped the bedspread, her claws protected to avoid shredding the bedding, and groaned an almost unearthly groan, smiling. With each steady, repetitive exploration into Emma's folds and asshole (Which admittedly she wasn't thrilled about at first, but slowly started to enjoy it), Jake's words rang in her head once more.<br><br></em>"Revenants are sterile, cut and dry, no two-ways about it. Now, don't get me wrong, the pleasure sensors are there, hooo BOY are they still there, but you'll never be able to have kids... F.E.V. evolutions aside."<em><br><br>So these little 'flings' had all the advantages and non of the disadvantages of unexpected pregnency? She had once thought that being a Revenant would be a horrific experience, something she'd never wished happened... but as it stood... she loved it. She was nigh-invincible, thin, sexy, and the libido of a twenty year old pornstar! How could this be bad?<br><br>With a final fingering, Emma let her wave of pleasure out, a thick frothy juice spraying from her pussy, coating the Drow's hand in her love. She laid on the bed on her chest for a moment, catching her breath, before struggling up. "Okay..." She smiled, her cheeks flushed and unusually pink. "Your turn."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Giselle and Emma.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 05:11:27</strong>
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				<em>Giselle lapped up the Witch's juices that sprayed out all over her hand after she pulled her fingers out of the woman's folds.&nbsp; She loved the taste Emma possessed, and Giselle moaned in pleasure at the taste that coated her tongue.&nbsp; Licking her fingers clean, the half Drow patted Emma's rump once more before smiling and nodding her approval at the offer.&nbsp; This was a shared dream after all, and it was only fair since Emma seemed quite eager to please her in turn.&nbsp; "Alright.&nbsp; Go at it I say."&nbsp; She chuckled, laying on her back and letting her long lustrous silver hair fall back behind her naked body in a fan like shape as she opened her thighs for Emma to enjoy her own sex in turn.<br><br>The waves of the ocean continued to crash in and out of the shore.&nbsp; The sun continued to slowly rise, matching the outside world in that respect only.&nbsp; All the rest was still under Giselle's control since this was her dream she had created.&nbsp; "Do...what you wish...my dear friend."&nbsp; Giselle whispered, looking up to watch Emma return the favor.</em>
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