When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story
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				Title: <strong>When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>03-10-2018, 13:21:45</strong>
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				OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=294250.0)<br><br>Chapter 1, meet your neighbors (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=294252.msg14453455#msg14453455)<br>Chapter 2
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>16-10-2018, 03:25:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-taCxsXB1M/Wmy0xibY2yI/AAAAAAAAUyg/VwttwdVFynQKJ9CLukqg6JPuw0dMmGSbgCLcBGAs/s1600/lls204-06m53s.png)</div>The day was perhaps a tad warmer than some would have liked but it was mostly pleasant. The wind was just at the right breeze to provide relief from the humid afternoon and the sun was just starting to lower into the sky. The building that had been designated as the gathering point was in the middle of a business park, the surrounding area had been vacated for the occasion. It wouldn't do to have something unkind happen towards any of the guests that were coming.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/001/377/228/79c.jpg)</div>At the entrance to the building was a little girl, well woman actually but one could be excused for the mistake given the slight frame, handing out flyers with the agenda. "Welcome," her voice chipper despite the unholy sense of dread she gave out. "On behalf of the Organization for Demi-Human... um... err... Agency," her words going a little out of whack as she was soon mobbed by other demi's. It wasn't unheard of for a Demi to land a job working with humans, by far one of the biggest employers of Demi's was the agency after all, but for many that was a new experience.<br><br>The orientation happened when enough new applicants had been accepted to the human world. This was not to say that Demi's didn't get held up waiting for a large group, it was just that they waited until there was a large enough group of folks to warrant an introduction. So for some of the Demi's it could be up to six months before they get their "official" welcome to the world of humans.&nbsp; Lily the Lich, as she was called in the Agency even though she was actually just a shedium, had been chosen to greet the demi's because on the off chance a human showed up they didn't want the greeter to be very intimidating. There were all sorts of problems given the unique biology of the Demi's and the more human ones tended to be more readily accepted. And so Lily was currently doing her best to answer questions, above her pay grade, and direct everyone.<br><br>Further into the building there were humans helpfully guiding the mass of new comers into the assembly room. Not all of the demis could obviously find seating, but they would do there best to fit comfortably. Human stadiums and chairs just weren't made for all of the different body types. From the larger than life Oni and Giants to the Centaur and ghosts. A table of refreshment was in the corner, boasting a collection of sodas, something that wasn't in the demi world, water, tea and coffee. Because of dietary needs special liquids would have to be requested of the staff at the refreshment table.<br><br>At the front of the auditorium was a small raised stage with four humans sitting on it. A gentleman and three women. The blonde haired woman was lightly chatting with the gentleman with black hair, a woman who had the look of a lawyer sat prim and proper on the end of the row of humans and in the middle the one demi human, floating above the others in what appeared to be a bored lounge. It wasn't hard to recognize the ghost. Yuri Kalfoxx, head of the Demi Relocation project and something of a celebrity for her vocal position on many diverse subjects. No one was exactly sure how old Yuri was, but outside of a few government officials very few demi's command the respect that she did. Her supporting vocally the cultural exchange was something that some of her biggest detractors said proved that this was only a fake of Yuri and that she was having a good laugh at all of them. <br><br><div align="center">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/877/920/181.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>19-10-2018, 11:20:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YtJhPTK.jpg)</div><br>Zenress lifted her head from the desk in the orientation room as the new arrivals began to make their way inwards. She was grateful for the job as she needed as many clients and jobs that she could get. But still making sure people signed waivers and such properly was really boring. Still a job was a job that had to be done. Her tail thumped on the floor a little irritated. She was dressed in a simple&nbsp; if cheap suit although she’d had to cut a hole in it for tail which was rather inconvenient as it didn’t look the best&nbsp; but she dealt with it. <br><br>Zenress fidgeted in her uncomfortable foldout chair and looked over her supplies. A small mugful of pens, a stack of forums, waivers, and papers that new arrivals would need to go through, sign, and put their signatures on. She would then translate for those who couldn’t sign or read English and make sure that they were all filed correctly. The last of which was more difficult than it appeared because clerks had a tendency to lose the files either accidentally or deliberately but she was good at her job or at least she felt like she was. She’d only actually started in the professional world recently but she was sure she would be fine. She just had to make a name for herself working one small job after another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoshino</strong> on <strong>20-10-2018, 07:06:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/2tKaChS.png)</div><br>Scribbling some notes down onto her pad, Jezebeth kept looking up and down from the scratching of her pen with a smirking grin. Everything about today's events were bound to make for a great piece. There was the obvious political ramifications of a new group of Demis entering orientation in the human world. But what was perhaps even bigger were the Humans and Demis at the top of the ladder on this shindig. Wherever Yuri Kalfoxx went, a story wasn't far behind, even if it was just how her statements today relate to her earlier words and deeds from before.<br><br>Best to hurry, though. Press always had a few seats reserved, but with the various types of demis arriving, there was only so long before her seat might get moved or claimed to accommodate. Jezebeth just needed a quick word with the person in charge of orientation. Or, at least was on the front lines. Get a few quotes about the turnout that Jezebeth herself couldn't see with the naked eye. The Lizardwoman seemed to be the one to talk to. Hopefully she could spare a second for a soundbite.<br><br>"Excuse me, Miss!" Jezebeth called out, approaching the desk. "I--" She stopped, a curious look flashing across her face. "...haven't I seen you on a billboard, or a bus stop ad? You're the head of that Human-based Demi lawfirm, right? They've got you working orientation?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>20-10-2018, 20:46:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MRrZSkK.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://static.parade.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/TomSelleck-FTR.jpg)</div><br><strong>"Have you ever wanted to live the good life like heroes on TV? You know, like back in the good days when we really had fun? Like on Magnum PI? Well, you probably know me - I'm Tom Selleck and I was Magnum for the better part of a decade and it was the time of my life!"</strong> Selleck beamed at the camera, evoking a gasp from the viewer. <strong>"And now it's your turn. That's right. Now <em>you</em> can be Magnum! Solving crimes! Driving fast cars! Fighting bad guys! Having romantic dates with Higgins! Higgins?"</strong> Selleck turned towards the camera and was apparently involved in an offscreen conversation. <strong>"How can Higgins be hot? He's <em>Higgins</em>. Wait, what do you mean <em>she's</em> Higgins? Oh. the new version. Still, Higgins, she can't be..."</strong> Looking at his phone, at the picture (https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/03/perdita-weeks-2.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1) he did a double take. <strong>"OK. Romantic evenings with Higgins. All yours for the taking at The Robin's Nest. The best food, the best accommodations, the most exciting activities. Here at the Robin's Nest. Opening soon. I'll see you there! But don't worry - this time <em>you</em> can be Magnum."</strong><br><br>The screen faded and the viewer, a girl with purple hair with her feet in a bucket of water, looked positively ill. <em>This</em> was to be the fate of her land. It was... just... unthinkable. It took all she had not to cry. Which was probably good, since she was in an airplane. It was causing enough strange looks just to ask for the bucket of water and more so when she put her feet in it. It had been a five hour flight, but thankfully, there were no snakes on the plane - other than that Selleck fellow, who was on the screeny thing she didn't quite understand. How did the scary man get behind the glass? Of course, her more worldly brothers and sisters tried to explain, but she had been isolated for far too long. A feeling that only intensified as the plane went down, nearly causing panic.<br><br>There were no lines for reentry at the airport. Hawai'i was subject to the King of The States United. But that was hardly comforting. It was well known that the Current King was an Evil Developer of Land. Far too many of her brothers had become orange skinned monsters with pelts of strange animals on their heads. Far too many of her sisters became pale witches with slim figures and strange accents reminiscent of the Eastern portion of the original Haole homeland. She was not very confident in her chances of reversing the evil about to engulf her Land. But coming here to the States United was the only shot she had.<br><br>Engrossed in thought, Ponipua leapt nearly two feet when the agricultural inspector put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Miss?"<br><br>"Yes? What is it?"<br><br>"Could you come with us? We need to talk about those flowers."<br><br>To be continued...
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-10-2018, 05:18:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br>Comy, if pressed, would begrudgingly admit that her "parents" had been more than generous with the rules they'd insisted she vow to follow before sending her out to make her way in the world.&nbsp; She's heard the laments of others, their griping and bickering about how this or that arbitrary tradition bound them.&nbsp; She, by comparison, had only a few such directives.<br><br>'Course, that didn't preclude those rules from being a pain in her tail end.<br><br><strong>Directive the First: Cultivate Worth.</strong><br><br>Okay, simple enough, but what by the globes of the Goddess did that even mean?&nbsp; What was worth?&nbsp; How was it best cultivated?&nbsp; Not that she'd been able to ask questions!&nbsp; Not that she'd known enough at the time to know that perhaps she should have at least tried...and so her path started with the philosophical obstacle of trying to cobble together the metrics of life even as she put one foot in front of the other.<br><br><strong>Directive the Second: Uphold the Right.</strong><br><br>See previous.&nbsp; Another loosely defined abstract goal.&nbsp; Comy supposed that this was all down to two things. First, she was kind of sort of unexpected.&nbsp; Really unexpected.&nbsp; So it was entirely possible that, in the aftermath of having her elder sister decked out and sent off, they were a bit hard pressed to give her something to work with as well.&nbsp; Which would fit what very little she knew of her, uh, folks.<br><br><strong>Directive the Third: Inculcate the Creative Eristic Principle.</strong><br><br>No idea what that one meant when they gave it to her, and she still wasn't really clear on the difference between the Creative and Destructive Eristic Principles.&nbsp; Unfortunately, while she later became aware that there was at least a manual on the topic, she hadn't been given one, 'cause that would have been <em>way too easy</em>.<br><br><strong>Directive the Fourth: Don't Forget To Have Fun.</strong><br><br>That last was why she was here, application and instruction packet in hand, gazing around at all the other "new-type demis" in the hall.&nbsp; She'd decided, on a whim, to...well, long story short, she'd ended up here instead of where she meant to be, and after getting good and distracted by all the underclad and nubile and oh so wonderfully distracting girls, she'd eventually figured out that she wasn't where she thought she was.&nbsp; Not even close.&nbsp; And once she figured that...<br><br>Here she was, looking about at all the other demis (whatever that meant), puzzling over the things to do and people to see and...ooooo, boobies!&nbsp; No, no, wait, focus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>26-10-2018, 12:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div> "Sorry!" Heather said as she accidently, again, bumped into and knocked someone over. It wasn't like she wanted to bump into humans and demi's it was just... something that happened frequently. To help combat some of the accidental bumps into people she'd taken to wearing a large bell around her neck, it couldn't alleviate all of the bumps but it got peoples attention. And they didn't look away from her as they watched her walk. So the plan had worked exactly as she'd wanted! People would hear her coming and then watch her so she didn't bump into them. She was pretty proud of that idea. <br><br>And here she was in the human world. Day three, if she recalled correctly. She'd been so excited she'd just been wandering around trying to experience as much of the human world as she could. And she'd met a lot of friendly humans in these past couple of days. Some who didn't seem to mind when she'd bump into them. Others who were quick to stop her from stumbling with restraining hands. And a few others who gave her head pats. She wasn't sure what that had been for, humans were rare in her world, and none had lived in her village. Of course she wasn't able to return head pats on humans, they were far to tall for that. But nothing compared to many of the minotaurs in her village. At least here she was closer to humans, and other demi's, in size. But everything here was far more fragile than she was used to. She'd noticed the doors first. How she'd been able to pull them off their hinges or push them. She'd once put a hoof through a wooden wall when she'd accidently tripped.<br><br>And here in this place with all the other Demi's she was trying to be extra careful not to bump or collide with anyone. She was walking slowly, keeping her hands in her pockets. Her ample hips swaying and causing the bell to jingle against her large breasts. Breasts that, if she were to admit it aloud, were starting to ache already to be milked. It didn't embarrass her, just part of her biology, but it was inconvenient sometimes. She'd left the milker and the bottles in the facility that she was staying at until she was assigned a host family or she found a job that would support her. Half of her wandering around the last few days was trying to find a place that would accept her as an employee. She'd gone to a lot of temp agencies and she hoped she'd hear back from them soon.<br><br>She wasn't really sure where to go but there was a few Demi's gathered at a table. Filling out information. That seemed like a good as place as any to start and so she moved to stand in the line with the others. Fidgeting a bit, her long tail sometimes brushing against others. Once someone bumped into her and she collided into the demi in front of her. Heather's face was scarlet as she mumbled an apology. "S-sorry!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>28-10-2018, 06:35:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MRrZSkK.jpg)</div><br>Ponipua had been waiting about two hours. It was dark. She had little water. She was practically wilting. At this rate she might not even survive long enough to see her land despoiled. But fate often intervenes, and in this case it did in the form of one friendly agent among the dark armies of bureaucrats which seemed to plague The Kingdom of the States United.<br><br>The honey-skinned angel took a seat beside her and proffered a bottle of water, which Ponipua poured over herself without regard for any form of dignity. "I am so sorry Kapua Nui. My fellow agents, they did not know who you are."<br><br>Ponipua looked up. "You follow the old ways?" <br><br>"Not really, Kapua Nui" the agent replied, lifting the cross that hung around her neck. "But my grandmother told me about them, and considering what we know now about your dimension - well two and two..."<br><br>"Thank you. And please, call me Ponipua." Considering all the haole agents did, it didn't seem fair to force the one person who was actually nice to her here stand on ceremony.<br><br>"Yes Kapua Ponipua. You can call me Leilani. Anyway, it's a long way from Ni'ihau. Why did you come?"<br><br>"It is for my Land, Leilani. There are evil developers who wish to transform it into a nest for birds."<br><br>"Nest for birds? I don't... oh wait. You mean The Robin's Nest." Her smile at recognition suddenly faded. If the old ways were true, then this girl had troubles indeed.<br><br>"Yes, the resort of Magnum the P.I. It must be stopped." She paused herself for a moment, then brightened with hope. "You are a kahuna of the States United. Certainly you can..."<br><br>"My apologies, Kapua Nui. My authority doesn't stretch that far - or beyond the airport for that matter."<br><br>"But... you are my only hope."<br><br>"Well, maybe <em>I</em> can't help you. But I think I know some people who can. They specialize in this sort of thing."<br><br>"You mean developers of land?"<br><br>"No - the <em>you</em> sort of thing. Give me a few minutes, Kapua Ponipua."<br><br>And Leilani was as good as her word. With the whole importation of flowers thing cleared up, they were out and on the road. After an hour of driving and polite conversation, they arrived at a nondescript building that turned out to be filled with all sorts of weird humanoids - denizens of her home dimension. "Here we are Kapua Ponipua."<br><br>"What is this place?"<br><br>"They call it The Organization for Demi-Human Agency. You can think of it as a Tiki Support Group."<br><br>"But there are no Kapua here. Other races yes, but..."<br><br>"Well, most Kapua don't come stateside for a reason."<br><br>"Oh. Yes. That. Well, thank you Leilani. I owe you a great debt."<br><br>"A pleasure to serve, Kapua Nui." And with that, Leilani ducked out, and left Ponipua amidst a sea of her own kind. Except not. She was found - and yet so lost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>01-11-2018, 09:54:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaDOWds.jpg)</div>Sam was nervous, and terrified, and excited, <em>and</em>, honestly, a bit horny. She was waiting in a small side room, just off the main presentation area, for the 'guests' to be given their orientation and introduced to the Hosts in the area... which meant that she'd gotten to watch as a <em>line</em> of sexy non-humans filed into the main room to take up positions on the stage or mill around the main room waiting.<br><br>She wondered who she'd end up taking care of. Somewhat regretfully she recognized that the lizardgirl lawyer and the lich were established and wouldn't be needing a host, and <em>everyone</em> knew who Yuri Kalfoxx was... but the <em>rest</em> were fascinating! The fire elemental (or was that a demon?) reporter, the cute little electric yellow rodent girl, the clumsy cowgirl, and... did that girl have <em>flowers</em> growing out of her hair? So many interesting beings! She wanted to meet them all! She wondered how many she would be assigned to host? She'd applied for a multi-guest license but they probably wouldn't trust her with more then one or two until she proved herself... would they? She wouldn't mind hosting them <em>all</em> after all...
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>04-11-2018, 08:39:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YtJhPTK.jpg)</div>Zenress&nbsp; sighed as she finally settled with everything and all the paperwork where it was supposed to be. She was really just there for legal reasons. It wasn’t glamourous or an actual case, and anybody could do it if it wasn’t for the legal requirements that necessitated that a lawyer needed to be present.&nbsp; She was probably only hired because the company felt like the new arrivals would be more comfortable with someone like her instead of a human. Still a job was a job and anything that would&nbsp; help keep the lights on at her office a little longer was something she couldn’t turn down. She was just about to open herself up to help those who didn’t want to stay for the official ceremony when Jezebeth stopped by.<br><br>When she was questioned about who she was she smiled. “Um yes I’m Zenress. You might have seen a flier or something I wouldn’t call my business anything as fancy as a lawfirm, it’s just a small office with just me.&nbsp; But yes that makes me the head of my law office. I’m here to witness the signing, make sure they understand what the forms they’re signing are, sign them for them if they need me to. That kind of thing. And what about you? Why are you here? You seem to be plenty used to the human world already. Doesn’t seem like the kind of thing that would interest people like you.” She replied warmly as her tail thrashed the ground for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>05-11-2018, 00:32:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/001/377/228/79c.jpg)</div>At what was probably a predetermined time a pleasant, well as pleasant as could be for some demi's, began to chime indicating that it was time to move into the man assembly hall. Those that had already been through the introduction were free to go again or to head home if they so wished. But as part of the sign up with Zenress there had been what looked like lottery numbers or something of that nature. Upon closer inspection the numbers indicated the demi's assigned seat and more importantly the interview order they would have with the hosts and the organization. No one was forced to rush but there were enough humans to ensure that orderly progress was made towards the audience chamber.<br><br>@Avalon20/Hoshino<br>As Zenress and Jezebeth were conversing Lilith ventured over, sitting down on a spare chair. She grabbed one of the bottles of water there and proceeded to guzzle it down. This close it was easy to see how flushed her pale skin was. The soft red eyes were half lidded. For a shedium it took a lot of energy to reanimate a corpse and Lilith had been using this body for a number of years. She blew out an expression in their native language, something about being a real working stiff. "I'm always happy for the paycheck but this is draining." For Lilith her main duty, when not greeting demi's was acting as a mortician. Preparing the corpses for the deceased to see. Sliding into those bodies and making them presentable for their loved ones to see one last time. It was really more her speed. She gave a weary smile to the more social minded demi's sitting there. "Is this your first time doing meet and greets?" she asked. She picked up another bottle and began to drink that one much slower. Her eyes seeming to brighten as she started to rehydrate.<br><br><br>@Idlewyld<br><div class="floatright">(https://myanimelist.cdn-dena.com/s/common/uploaded_files/1450162155-51566e38e1174d3b7d1abdc2357526b8.jpeg)</div>As Ponipua stood looking through the sea of demi's there was a gentle cough behind her. Turning to look there was a well dressed man standing, not so much with a dour face but with one of attention to duty, <strong>"Madam,"</strong> he indicated for her to follow him. <strong>"Mistress Kalfoxx has requested you in the side chamber."</strong> His voice was soothing and gentle, with just a touch of firmness to it. It said that he had a job to do and that he'd be doing it come hell or high water. They lingered long enough for the crowd to thin somewhat, he handed her a sheaf of papers. "Please review these. They are your agreement to stay in the human world for now. A lawyer schooled in these things can be provided for you if you request it." A small smile touched his face and with a nod of his head he ushered her towards the main chamber where many of the other Demi's where finding seats. Yuri continued to float above the others on the stage but her eyes tracked the two moving along the edge of the auditorium. The well dressed gentleman stopped, indicating a door. He pushed it open, stepped in and beckoned for Ponipua to join him. Inside the room was another human. <strong>"Please wait here for Mistress Kalfoxx to summon you please."</strong> With a polite nod to the woman already inside he turned, walked away closing the door behind him as he went.<br><br>@Saric<br>The mirrored window that Sam sat behind didn't give any indication to the demi's that there was a human host here. She knew that all around the room where little rooms setup to meet the demi's a host would interview with, finding any potentials that might cause a problem for the host. Sam had her papers with the numbers in front of it but there was no way of knowing who would be assigned those numbers right now. They were just numbers to be determined as far as she knew. Her musing was broken by a return of the human who had directed her into this room. Mr. Yamada was bringing with him a pretty demi that appeared to be at least partly plant like. One she'd spotted earlier in her observation. The only indication that she had was that Yuri Kalfoxx wanted to talk to this creature. But how odd that he'd direct her into this place?<br><br>@MadPanda<br>The cheeping bell, or whatever the heck it was, seemed to indicate that it was time for the demi's to start gathering. Earlier a sheet of paper with some number had been given to the electric rodent. A quick inspection showed that it was a seat and interview order for her to meet her hosts. The demi's that were around her began to make their way to the main hall. Providing many tempting views for an opportunistic person or demi. Off to the left Comy could see a few demi's being led off by humans in suits. Being led further into the hall and away from the main press. Probably VIP's of some sort, that made sense. Still she knew she'd have her own place in that auditorium and a chance to meet with human hosts and to discover what she was doing here. And to press the flesh, so to speak with other demi's. The numbers made it almost impossible to avoid bumping into some demi. And from the looks of it one of the Demi's was doing just that.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/877/920/181.jpg)</div>@Everyone<br>As the demi's took their seats the gentleman stood up moving to the microphone. <strong>"Thank you all for joining us for the introduction to the human world. For those of you who have been here for a few months already you already know how tough it can be to find jobs and places to live."</strong> He paused to look around the room seeming to review each of the candidates in front of him. <strong>"Some of you have unique and profitable skills or knowledge. Some of you are in search for the skills you need to become profitable. And some of you are simply here to learn and experience a new world."</strong> He cleared his throat. <strong>"In a few minutes we'll be sending you to the rooms that are associated with your seat. But first I know Ms. Kalfoxx wanted to speak to the assembled."</strong> He turned to look at the floating ghost and gave a smile, indicating that the floor was hers.<br><br>Yuri Kalfoxx didn't so much as move to the podium as she just winked out and appeared floating before it. Her feet still not touching the ground. She seemed to contemplate each of the demi's in the audience for several moments before finally speaking. Her voice was measured and used to public speaking. "First, let me welcome you all to Earth. It's one of my favorite little places to hang out." She paused for a few scattered laughs. "You're going to come to love this place like it's a second home. But it'll take a bit of understanding and work on your part." Her voice lost any trace of humor it had. "Some of&nbsp; you won't make it here. You'll realize that the human world is not for you and you'll want to go back home." She pointed behind the audience. "Do us a favor and get out now. Those of you who like this place won't miss them. Those of you who hate this place won't miss the ones who stay behind." There was a tension that settled over the auditorium as she fell silent again. "Kidding!" her voice had returned to normal. "Look, humans aren't for everyone. An' Demi's ain't for every human. But there's a lot that can be found here and a lot of exciting things to do here. The night clubs? 24 hour restaurants? The internet?" She laughed as if she'd made her own joke. "I don't know how I used to exist before smart phones. I for one ain't going back to that place." She tapped the podium with one manicured fingernail. "The only people, and I use that term to include both demi and human, who can tell you what to do are looking out for you. This organization exists to help folks like you. Finding humans who are dedicated to helping you establish yourself in this world. And providing resources to humans with understanding their demi's." She grinned. "Why we even have a demi lawyer here! And a reporter. Hello Jezzy!" She waved as if she knew exactly where the reporter was. And considering how often she was a subject of the media she might have been watching the reporter since the moment she got here. "There's laws in place to try and protect all of us. But just remember, chill and have a blast." She waved teleporting away from the podium and appearing back where she'd been hanging.<br><br>A moment later the young blonde haired woman stood up and moved to the podium. <strong>"There's no big ceremony to this, it works better if we keep it short and sweet. So without further ado, please start breaking into your groups and we'll start filtering you into the room of your proposed host. The host has a set of questions that they'll ask each and everyone of you. To save time and effort we're pushing three in at a time so that you can hear what your potential roommates say and know if there's going to be a problem. We would prefer to work this out before lodging gets done. Once a member is disqualified from a particular host, either by the demi or the host themselves, you will be assigned a new number and the process will continue until you find a host that works best for you."</strong><br><br>The collection of demi's started to line up in the groups that their interview had been in. Six demi's to an interview crowd. Excluding the two that were standing by themselves, a certain cowgirl and electric rodent, were the only two lined up in front of an interview room that already contained a host and a demi. Looks were directed in the direction of the two oddballs that seemed to have their own host.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-11-2018, 00:42:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br>Queue up. Sit down.&nbsp; Listen to lecture.&nbsp; Stand up.&nbsp; Queue up again.&nbsp; Wait for someone to usher you hither and yon.&nbsp; Lather, rinse, repeat...Comy rolled her eyes.&nbsp; This was just banal enough to be the real deal, although there was something off about the spokeswoman and there was the question of those others ushered off to the side and of course the press of the crowd made it that much more difficult to avoid stepping on someone else's feet or tail or bumping into anyone...which Comy avoided because first of all heavily armed persons were prone to taking umbrage at accidental violation of personal space and responding in what they would regard as a fitting manner and secondly because as small as she was, she usually came off second best in any such encounter.<br><br>Distracted by one of the passers-by (a perfectly statuesque Foxkin with a rack that just begged to be nuzzled and fondled and bound snugly and spanked while she did...no, no, focus!&nbsp; Bad Comy!) the petite Rodent barely noticed the glares and stares of others when she backed into the only other Demi currently in line for her designated room...
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>06-11-2018, 02:02:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div> <br>English wasn't her first language, it probably wasn't for most of the demi's in attendance today, but they had been wise to present Demi's who knew enough about English and the language of lawyers that helped her to navigate through the list of things she needed. Job, Education and Housing. She wasn't sure exactly what hosting duties meant but she was anxious to find out and when the bell started to chime indicating that the group should move on she followed after them. Being very careful not to slip or slide into any demi on the smooth floors. Why did humans like this over stone or wood? At least she could feel that under her hooves. This felt like walking on ice most of the time. And under ice was water. And Heather wasn't the best of swimmers. She tended to sink instead of float... well most of her. She was just buoyant enough to not drown, but water was not really her favorite environment.<br><br>She moved to sit in the seat she'd been provided, hearing it creak just a bit too much as she started to get comfortable. Maybe she should cut back on those drinks that everyone was giving her. But they tasted so good! She nervously looked around considering the various demi's around her and the tone in the main hall. She'd heard about Yuri Kalfoxx even in her village. She was someone that everyone should pay attention to. Didn't matter if you lived in the sticks like she did or if you lived in one of the major cities. If Yuri had something to say you listened. And boy did she have something to say! Heather shuddered a little at that thought that some of her kind wouldn't make it here on Earth. She could understand why. Even more for the Minotaur. Her people prided themselves on their strength and athletic stamina but like Oni and Ogre they were large and powerful and that could intimidate humans. She didn't seem to have that problem considering how often she was getting hugged and her head patted.<br><br>Most of the conversation was lost on her, she did have a tendency to get lost in thought. At least that's what her mother said. Her friends used to just say she spaced out like a cow. She snorted angirly and stood up tromping over to area she was supposed to go to. Something about host interviews. She wasn't alone in this line, she was glad for that. But her other occupant was busy checking out the competition? She frowned trying to figure out what the taller demi was looking at. She seemed pretty interested in the others. She turned her gaze around the room watching as the lines of demi's began to form six or so deep in some areas. She momentarily wondered why she and the... what was she? She took a tentative sniff. It wasn't a scent she was familiar with. Not that as a minotaur she was some blood hound. She had probably better sense of smell than a human but nothing compared to some of the other demis. And hearing? She was probably... she frowned. Her senses were probably just like a. "Moo?"<br><br>Her thinking was stopped by the sudden appearance of the yellow one bouncing against her for a second and then almost tumbling to the ground. Instinct took over and Heather quickly reached forward snatching the other girl's hand and spinning her around to face her. Sadly for all parties involved Heather wasn't as coordinated as her schoolmates had been and ended up spinning them both around and toppling them to the ground. Luckily Heather ended up on the bottom, crushing the other demi against her large breasts in a powerful hug. She stared up at the other girl, her green eyes bright and clear. Several seconds passed before Heather spoke up. "You ok?" her face reddened a bit as she could feel a bit of her milk squirted out and had coated a bit of her shirt. She really hoped she'd not just deposited a gallon against this yellow demi. She was used to a bit of leakage but it might be problematic if she'd just soaked both of their tops. "A-h, mo...moove please, Ah... Ah think ah'm..." her voice faltered. "l-leaking."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>06-11-2018, 22:44:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaDOWds.jpg)</div>Sam reviewed her list of questions, as well as the copies she'd made to hand out to her perspective guests. She'd heard they were interviewing <em>three at a time</em>! Would she end up having all of them? Or have to pick just one? Would she get <em>more</em> then three guests? She didn't know and it made her nervous.<br><br>Then the time came at last for the first group to enter and she let out a sigh of relief at the wait being over, before tensing again as this would be the really tough part, the bit that changed lives forever as she picked who to live with, or was rejected by all the applicants and left alone in her home without any further goals to work toward! She realized she was hyperventilating and forced herself to breath slower and wait... and wait... and wait... Where was everyone?<br><br>Finally she heard a thump on the door and sprang to her feet, relieved that anyone had come! She opened the door quickly and froze, before her was the pretty plant lady with one of the dark suited agents, at her feet was a short but curvy cow-like Demi with a sort of yellow rodent girl sitting on top of her! Instantly Sam felt better, the mundane was scary, this was positively <em>comfortable</em> by comparison! "Would you all like to come in? Here, let me give you a hand up." She reached down to offer the two girls on the floor a hand up, while simultaneously moving out of the doorway to allow the other two to enter. "Please have a seat and take one of the papers provided, they've got the questions I prepared in advance. If you have any trouble reading or understanding any of the words please let me know and I'll try to explain them or get an Agency Translator for you!" She smiled warmly at them all. "I'm Samantha Brookwell, but my friends, family, and roommates all call me 'Sam', as you are interviewing for the later please do the same!"<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">List of Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">1. Do you view yourself as 'just visiting' the human world, or are you looking to put down roots and stay?<br>2. How do you feel about living together with other races? Other Demi-humans as well as the humans around you?<br>3. Do you have any special needs to survive? Ether diet or living conditions?<br>4. Do you need special aid to get around or to work?<br>5. Are you seeking an education, or further education?<br>6. Do you have, or need help finding, employment?<br>7. What do you like to do in your free time?<br>8. Do you consider yourself a clean or messy person?<br>9. How well do you deal with unexpected situations? Are you comfortable with the unexpected happening around you?<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>07-11-2018, 06:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MRrZSkK.jpg)</div>Ponipua followed yet another haole human to another side area, which had seemed to be the order of the day - follow people around and then wait for someone in charge to figure out exactly what she needed. At least she had something to occupy herself in the form of Sam's papers. "Hello. I am Ponipua," she began, just so the other woman would have something to call her. And with that, she started answering questions.<br><br><em>1) I have spent time in the human world, but not here in this Main Land of the States United. Once my business here is concluded, I shall return to my Land, which is in your world, though connected to mine.<br><br>2) It will not be the first time I will spend time with other Ioluqar races. Or humans. As much as I treasure my privacy, I can manage this.<br><br>3) Bright sunlight, pure water, fresh soil.<br><br>4) I have no problem walking. I don't understand why you spend so much time moving in small confined metal spaces though.<br><br>5) I wish to save my Land.<br><br>6) Again, I am here because I wish to save my Land.<br><br>7) I enjoy quiet solitary pursuits and the occasional song sung in my honor.<br><br>8) Clean? Messy? I do not quite understand. Please explain.<br><br>9) Awful unexpected things have happened to me recently. I do not wish for any more.</em><br><br>Having answered the questions, the tiki put the paper down and sat quietly, waiting for this Mistress Kalfoxx to call her as requested.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-11-2018, 20:49:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br>A squeak of surprise and alarm escaped Comy as she attempted to recover and ended up tripping over her own feet, followed by a very disorienting adjustment of her vertical and horizontal sensorium axes that resolved with a strangely soft thumping sensation with something rather softer than she would expect and somewhat warmer than seemed logical and a temporary lack of all visual data...<br><br>Oh.&nbsp; Wait.<br><br>She sat up, or at least reared up and tried to ignore the rather pleasant feel of the other woman's belly as she ground her core down in the process of adjusting.&nbsp; And very, very carefully made sure her hands were in safe territory in the process.<br><br><strong>"Apologies,"</strong> she offered, <strong>"I did not intend contact in such fashion. Are you at all injured?"</strong><br><br>The...oh, wow, those were <em>huuuuuuge</em>....focus, Comy, focus...specimen of Homo Minotaura Sapiens seemed startled and embarrassed, but not injured.&nbsp; Although her shirt, now damp, clung in a manner that drew the eye. Thus, Comy did her best not to stare too openly.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Here, let me give you a hand up."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Interruption noted.&nbsp; Classified as an offer of assistance.&nbsp; Comy turned and took the proffered hand and awkardly dismounted the Minotaur, giving her new associate a warm smile before turning to offer the same assistance to her temporary mattress.<br><br><strong>"Greetings, Sam.&nbsp; I am Comy Vendradi.&nbsp; Comy is appropriate for informal and familiar use.&nbsp; I should express delight at the opportunity to complete additional forms so long as they are necessary and sufficient."</strong> <br><br>There.&nbsp; That was both polite enough and sufficiently ambiguous to fit the circumstances without mandating any actual sense of joy on her part for the task ahead.&nbsp; And so saying, she took a seat and began to mentally note her responses...<br><br>(Sam, of course, would find the small woman's voice and accent odd, but quite understandable.&nbsp; It was almost as if she had to translate the concepts behind the words through some odd filter, then select the appropriate words.&nbsp; This was not quite the same thing she'd seen with other Demis, who usually just needed to go from one word to another.)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>1. Do you view yourself as 'just visiting' the human world, or are you looking to put down roots and stay?</em><br>My presence is intended to be for the duration, if not longer.<br><br><em>2. How do you feel about living together with other races? Other Demi-humans as well as the humans around you?</em><br>I am thoroughly comfortable dealing with other types.<br><br><em>3. Do you have any special needs to survive? Ether diet or living conditions?</em><br>I prefer cozy and private living space.&nbsp; No dietary restrictions, but vegetables and cereals are preferred.<br><br><em>4. Do you need special aid to get around or to work?</em><br>No.<br><br><em>5. Are you seeking an education, or further education?</em><br>Further personal and technical development is among my priorities.<br><br><em>6. Do you have, or need help finding, employment?</em><br>I have a means of self-support.<br><br><em>7. What do you like to do in your free time?</em><br>Exploring the diversity of memetic design space through personal interaction with a diverse and inclusive selection of external modes.<br><br><em>8. Do you consider yourself a clean or messy person?</em><br>Neat.<br><br><em>9. How well do you deal with unexpected situations? Are you comfortable with the unexpected happening around you?</em><br>For circumstances to be unexpected, one must first have expectations.&nbsp; To have expectations, one must have enough data for formulate same.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoshino</strong> on <strong>12-11-2018, 00:48:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/2tKaChS.png)</div><br>Jezebeth nodded at Zenress's explanation. "Heh, you got me. Personally, not that interested. But I've got my assignment; I've got an article on today's events to write up for tomorrow's paper. The minute I'm done here, I pretty much have to run off and get a play-by-play going." She spared a glance at Lilith as she breezed up to them, taking a seat and kicking her feet up. The girl looked like <em>death</em>...or...maybe she always looked like that? No, Jezebeth, don't judge. Or joke.<br><br>She shook her head in response to Lilith's question...before shrugging. "Well...no, this would be my second time here reporting on a meet and greet," she explained. "Haven't actually done any of the meeting and greeting myself, though. Don't have a host or anything." She smirked, and ran a hand through her "hair." "Couldn't find anyone to tie me down. I'm mostly just here for--"<br><br>Hearing the feedback from the microphone, Jezebeth looked up, and pulled out her tape recorder. As Yuri stepped to the podium, Jezebeth looked back to Lilith and Zenress, while pointing at the blonde ghost on stage. "That. I'm mostly here for her speech, there. That's a soundbite that'll get some traffic." She looked back through the doors, not moving from the table with the snake woman and the other ghost girl. "Hmm...maybe I should get a number and see what these human meetings are all about, see how those go... Zenress, you think I'd get in trouble for printing about some of the questions they ask here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>12-11-2018, 03:33:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div> <br>Heather gave a kind of sheepish grin. "Aw, naw. Ah'm used ta bumpin' an' tumblin'." Her face was red but she saw that there wasn't anything on the other one's shirt. But her eyes were sort of bugged out. She was staring at her breasts and the heat in her face escalated even more. at that. "S-sorry," she mumbled, not looking the other demi in the eye. She'd probably noticed the wet marks at her nipples and well... wasn't it normal for some minotaur to be more milky than others? She'd never really thought about it. There'd been others in her village that produced milk right? Mothers... pregnant women... her... She was lost in this thought for a few moments when she was hauled to her hooves. Staring face to chest with another human. She was pretty used to being chest height. Better than stomach and groin like back in her village. She was such a shrimp in the minotaur village.<br><br>"Sam?" she said. "Heather! Heather Achenbach!" And the other ones name was Comy. And there was a plant girl. She sniffed deeply and moved towards her. She smelled nice. She smelt like nature. She smelt like sea. She half plopped, half slipped into her seat as her hooves didn't find much purchase on the tile. Why couldn't they use wood? She had purchase on wood.<br><br>She looked over the list of questions she'd been presented and probably slower than the others, she translated the words, most of them anyway, into her native tongue and started to scribble. She held the writing instrument in the loosests of grips and barely pressing against the paper. Her large breasts pressed into the table and squirting just a bit more milk onto her lap. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Answers</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>1. Do you view yourself as 'just visiting' the human world, or are you looking to put down roots and stay?</em><br>I'd like to stay and learn all I can.<br><br><em>2. How do you feel about living together with other races? Other Demi-humans as well as the humans around you?</em><br>I'm excited to meet others that aren't minotaurs. I've only lived with Minotaurs but I know about other demis. I hope to make a lot of demi and human friends.<br><br><em>3. Do you have any special needs to survive? Ether diet or living conditions?</em><br>I like grass and tress and flowers and open spaces. I don't like tile it's slippery and makes me slip. I'm a vegetarian. And I produce milk, so I need somewhere private to take care of that. Or else accidents happen.<br><br><em>4. Do you need special aid to get around or to work?</em><br>Most humans I know like to offer me rides. They're pretty nice and they even give me free food and drinks. Human drinks are weird.<br><br><em>5. Are you seeking an education, or further education?</em><br>I graduated from basic school back home. I'd like to learn more about humans and human society. I'm a big fan of movies. I try and catch everyone.<br><br><em>6. Do you have, or need help finding, employment?</em><br>Someone offered me a ticket or something to give me a job. Right as Rain Temp Agency or something. So I thought I'd give that a try. Whatever that is.<br><br><em>7. What do you like to do in your free time?</em><br>Well people like to give me lots of food and drinks, and naturally as a minotaur I like to work out and do sports. I really like weight lifting. Weights are sturdy and fun and the heavier the better. Minotaur are good athletes. Though I'm not very coordinated.<br><br><em>8. Do you consider yourself a clean or messy person?</em><br>Why pick things up when it's going to get messy again? Just clean it and put it back. That's what I say. And besides, I'm probably just going to break something cleaning anyway. This way i don't break stuff. Which is expensive.<br><br><em>9. How well do you deal with unexpected situations? Are you comfortable with the unexpected happening around you?</em><br>I'm not sure I understand what you mean... I'm always breaking something so I think I'd like things to not break. Maybe be nice and relaxing.<br></div></div><br><br>Job done of writing down her critical thoughts she carefully laid down her pen and then gingerly picked up the paper and handed it back to Sam. She smiled as she looked around. "An' um... What do you do Sam? Ah guess ya host but..." she had a kind of puzzled look on her face. "Ah don't really know what ya do. They gave a few books worth of information an ah haven't gottan around ta reading it yet." Mostly cause reading put her to sleep. Reading was so boring!
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>13-11-2018, 03:11:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaDOWds.jpg)</div>Sam smiled and led her guests to their chairs, sitting across from them. "Hello Ponipua, Comy, Heather, it's a pleasure to meet you all!" Seeing that Ponipua was done with her answers she took the sheet and skimmed it quickly, soon frowning in thought. Rising she moved to the agent by the door and waved him over. "If I'm understanding this correctly the the Lady Ponipua is more of a head of state visiting on diplomatic matters then a guest or an immigrant, I can certainly house her, but I think her dispensation is more in the Agency's power then mine." She admitted quietly. "Can you try to find someone who can discuss policy level decisions with her?" Once she had an answer she moved back to her chair and smiled at the plant woman. "They'll try to find someone who can actually help you, in the mean time I can certainly provide you with a place to stay while your business is taken care off! It'll be a pleasure to host you!"<br><br>Turning to Comy, she noted that the cute, smaller girl had read the questions but not written anything down. "Is everything alright? Can you read everything okay? Or would you just rather speak your answers out loud?" She leaned forward intently, not noticing how it forced her own reasonably large bust up against the table and tented the front of her shirt over her nipples. "If you know your needs please just tell me what you'll need from me and I'll do my best to accommodate you!" Her earnest desire to make her guests comfortable and happy was clear in her voice as she spoke.<br><br>She waited till She'd spoken with Comy, or the small rodent-like girl had started writing her answers, to turn to the final, but certainly not least, guest at her table! The damp spots on her shirt drew Sam's eyes and had her staring at those massive mammaries for a long moment before she caught herself and dragged her eyes away with a blush to focus on her answer sheet. She paused again and looked up, resolutely focusing on Heather's face. "So this says you need somewhere private to do your... milking? Have you tried any machines or should I see about getting some, and will you need... help?" That last bit came out with another blush and an oddly hopeful note to her voice. "I can see about getting some rubberized mats to put down over the tile, and even the hardwoods, that should help you keep your footing and be easier on your hooves. Will you need any help caring for your hooves? I imagine trying to take care of the underside of your own feet could be a bit... difficult at times." She read through the rest of the answers, looking like she was going to say something several times but then thinking better of it, at the end she looked up at Heather's question and stopped to consider it, frowning in thought for a long moment as she chose her words carefully. "Well... as a Host my job is <em>not</em> to 'take care of you', I'm not a maid, nor your parent, nor your mate. That said I am to act as your teacher, guide, and support in learning to live here among humans. If you want to learn to drive I'd help you do the proper paperwork and teach you the basics of using one of our cars, that's those 'horseless wagon' things everywhere outside if you didn't know. I'll be trying to help find a solution to your problem of slipping on all the tile, be the person you call for help if you miss your transport or end up lost, and help you find and keep a job. As there will be several different kinds of Demi's living in one house I will help maintain comfort and harmony between you, oversee and settle any disputes within the house, and provide advice and support during disputes outside of the house. I'll be handling the food and helping with the budget, at least at first, and help you learn to shop for and prepare food using human sources and cooking equipment. I'll be your guide to the human world for all intents and purposes, at least until you're ether ready to live among them on your own or if or when you decide to go home. Any further questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>14-11-2018, 08:04:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YtJhPTK.jpg)</div> Zenress looked up from her work towards&nbsp; the reporter when&nbsp; she explained why&nbsp; she was there. <br>“Mmm, a job is a job” She replied before&nbsp; Lilith&nbsp; joined the pair. She nodded her head in agreement at the comment about the paycheck. A combination of her student loans and the cost of running her own office meant almost everything she made went right to paying off her various bills and loans. “Yeah, can’t turn down the chance at a paycheck.” She agreed as she began to organize her forms for the umpteenth time. Anything was better than sitting around doing nothing and she had to make absolutely sure that everything went well so she could get a shot at a nother job. She couldn’t afford to lose any potential clients if she could help it. At the question that followed she nodded. “Um yes this is my first time handling this kind of event. I don’t usually get asked to supervise a bunch of form signing but if it helps the others then I’ll do what I can.” She explained with a nod. Soon after that the speech began and she was distracted by other things.<br><br>As the speech came to an end she prepared for the line up of different demis that was soon to follow to make sure they understood their rights, what the various forms said, and make sure they understood what they could and couldn’t do. Not that it always helped. There were still plenty that didn’t pay attention and ended up getting in trouble which was why she had made her law firm even if law firm was a bit of an exaggeration since it was just her. She went along nodded as Jezebeth finished explaining that she had gotten what she wanted. When asked the question she paused for a moment and hummed softly as her tail twitched behind her. “As long as you ask first it should be fine legally speaking. Just make sure to ask.” She finished with a nod. “It never hurts to get permissions first. Suppose I should finish getting ready. Those lines are going to be really long when they start.” She said with a sigh. “Still got to get these handled. If I don’t do it who will?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-11-2018, 20:17:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br>Comy blinked, then picked up a pen and (after some experimentation) proceeded to write out her answers to the questions in precise, neat copperplate, her tongue peeking out through her lips at one corner of her mouth as she worked.&nbsp; The effect was, in a word, adorable...and by the time the full-breasted and blushing Minotaur was fully briefed the small maybe-Nezumi was pushing her copy of the paperwork toward Sam.<br><br><strong>"I believe this will suffice for now,"</strong> she offered softly.&nbsp; <strong>"Elaboration on some points is pending."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>19-11-2018, 00:03:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://myanimelist.cdn-dena.com/s/common/uploaded_files/1450162155-51566e38e1174d3b7d1abdc2357526b8.jpeg)</div>@Avalon20/Hoshino<br>There was a gentle throat clearing behind and to your right and a charming well dressed gentleman was standing there. Looking all the world like a butler or other type of duly appointed person to manage a household. <strong>"Mistress Zenress?"</strong> He asked, his eyes flicking between the three demi's at the table. <strong>"Mistress Kalfoxx has requested that I escort you to a client that will require your assistance."</strong> He waited for either the three to follow him or just singularly. It didn't seem as if he knew exactly which one he was to be escorted but hadn't been given any direct orders to prevent others from accompanying him.<br><br>Lilith grinned and waved you both on. "Go on, how often does anyone get summoned by a celeb like this?" She sat attently. "I'll handle the paperwork as best I can an' all you have to do is buy me a drink." She gave a mischievous wink. She wasn't a lawyer but she could probably handle sorting and filing paperwork and hand out flyers with the demi lawyer's information on it.<br><br><strong>"My mistress has instructed me that there is a young miss that will require your assistance and she has asked that you be introduced."</strong> He guided them through the throng of people taking them to one of the areas that human hosts would meet their possible roommates. He stopped just outside the door and ushered you in. Pointing to the plant based demi he did a half bow. <strong>"Miss this will be your... attendant for the conversation with Mistress Kalfox."</strong> He took a step back from the others and respectfully moved back towards the stage.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>19-11-2018, 12:07:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div> <br><br>Heather was about to answer when guests appeared. Her mouth open in a slightly ditzy expression as the gentleman explained that he'd been sent to bring to Ponipua an attendant. The thought of having an attendant made her a little jealous and wistful at the same time. Unless... she shook her head, the bell around her neck making hollow donk sounds as she did so. She smiled politely and gave a hearty wave at the newcomers before the man turned and left. The effect was that Heather's heavy breasts bounced and jittered for a little bit, apparently not something the minotaur seemed to concerned with, and let the joustling of her breasts to stop. For those more experienced in matters of clothing it was pretty apparent Heather didn't wear a bra. Either because they wouldn't fit, she didn't know how to wear one, or hadn't found one up to the task. But that might explain why people were willing to give the demi so much attention.<br><br>She focused on the human in the room, her cheeks blushing. "The agency gave me a milker," she said. She rummaged in her pockets and pulled out a tiny instruction manual (https://www.target.com/p/medela-harmony-manual-breast-pump/-/A-528690?ref=tgt_adv_XS000000&amp;AFID=google_pla_df&amp;fndsrc=tgtao&amp;CPNG=PLA_Baby%2BShopping_Local&amp;adgroup=SC_Baby&amp;LID=700000001170770pgs&amp;network=g&amp;device=c&amp;location=9008459&amp;gclsrc=aw.ds&amp;ds_rl=1242884&amp;ds_rl=1246978&amp;ds_rl=1246978&amp;ref=tgt_adv_XS000000&amp;AFID=google_pla_df&amp;CPNG=PLA_Baby+Shopping_Local&amp;adgroup=SC_Baby&amp;LID=700000001170770pgs&amp;network=g&amp;device=c&amp;location=9008459&amp;gclid=EAIaIQobChMI4-SYzKLg3gIVEpJbCh0qQwRtEAQYAiABEgJpIfD_BwE&amp;gclsrc=aw.ds) and slid it across the table. "It doesn' seem ta hold much though an' it takes me ferever ta get it all out." She seemed to think about the offer to help and then nodded. "Ah'd love some help," her voice lowered as if ashamed or embarrassed. "The agency says ah produce 'bout 9 gallons a day, dependin' on what ah ate the day before." She shrugged as if to say who knows, but it was probably more a problem of conversion of the world gallon into Heather's native language that caused her to shrug. Taking the humans at their world. She knew she produced a lot of milk, she'd been one of the major milk producers for the village. Big bodies required a lot of milk for strong bones and muscles and Minotaurs seemed to enjoy drinking it.<br><br>To the question of hooves Heather seemed to brighten. "We had a hoof specialist in the village ah came from. She'd always polish and paint my hooves." She giggled. "One time she put pink sparkles on it. Not that ah could really tell," she said matter of factly. "Ah'd love a good hoof polish," her voice dreamy and an almost vacant look on her face. She wiggled a little in her seat, trying to adjust so that she was more comfortable and almost slipping out of her seat as her hooves clattered on the tile. She sat bolt upright, a terrified expression on her face. "Ah'm ok," she said after a moment. Clearly she was either a world class clutz or there was something to the smooth tiles giving her problems. It was several heartbeats before her eyes became a more normal size.<br><br>She seemed to consider Sam's words thoughtfully, chewing on the inside of her lip as she did so. She was there to be a support structure. Like a strong column in the community. A Denvera! "Ah!" she said suddenly, her face lighting up. "Yer a Denvera!" She grinned. "Ah'd thought as a host ya'd be more like a..." her face scrunched up a bit as if in intense concentration. "What's the word for living acquaintance? Gunbu, Temanuk Kuovin," she said switching to her native language. Those familiar with the dialect changes to demi would realize she'd just said something very nonlady like about the difficulties in language. "Ah'll try an' not dispute in the house. Ah know not all demi's are as sturdy as a minotaur," there was a hint of pride in her voice. "But ah also know humans ain't as sturdy as well. Ah'll do my best ta help!" She gave a lopsided playful grin. "And ah make an angry salad!" The choice of her words was perhaps incorrect in that regard but she didn't seem to notice. Wherever Heather had learned her english it was clear it hadn't been a professional job, what with her missing words and miss used words and accent it could almost be assumed she'd learned most of her english watching westerns.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>20-11-2018, 03:14:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaDOWds.jpg)</div>As the agent came back with help for Ponipua Sam gave a relieved smiled and sighed to calm her nerves. She then turned back to focus on her current guests, looking back to the sexy Minotaur while the other one scribbled out her answers. At the sight of the small human milker Heather held up Sam was forced to facepalm. "I'd bet it wouldn't hold enough and would take forever if you were a <em>human</em> with breasts that large, as a <em>minotaur</em> I expect you make even more. I'll see about ordering a commercial milker, in the meantime we'll get you a <em>much</em> bigger bottle to attach to it and I'll make time to work one side while you work the other, that should speed things up considerably!" She was slightly flushed at the thought of handling one of this beauty's breasts daily, even through her professionalization and irritation at how poorly the girl had been equipped.<br><br>"I'll get some mats to put down in your section of the house, and see about getting you some custom 'booties' to wear wherever the floor needs to stay smooth." She smiled at the dreamy looking in Heather's eyes. "While I'm at it I'll see about getting some hoof care products and see if there's any decorations available over here!" She looked confused at the strange word Heather used to describe her, before shrugging it off and nodding. "I'm most likely kind of both? I'm there to help you adjust to a whole new world, and help the world adjust to <em>you</em>, but I'm <em>also</em> there to help you figure out how to live on your own all over again as many little things you probably never even thought about are also going to be different. Just learning to do the <em>laundry</em> is likely to be an adventure!" She giggled before smiling at the short cow girl, knowing they'd get along just fine! "I look forward to tasting what you can mix up then!"<br><br>As she was finishing up she was handed a filled out sheet by the cute little rodent girl. Taking it Sam read over the answers quickly before frowning in thought as she seriously consider how to respond to the strangely worded statements. "Thank you for filling this out, I've just got a few questions here to better let me Host you. Firstly, how private of a space do you need? I have a room set aside for each of you, but the bathrooms and kitchen will be a shared space. Will that do? Or do you need more? Do you need more then one room? Some kind of sound proofing? The better an idea you give me of what you're looking for, the better I can try to meet your needs. Will you need any help acquiring your... <em>development materials</em>? And..." She paused and struggled with herself or a moment before looking back up at Comy with a slightly embarrassed air to her. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you put down for your free time at all. I was mostly trying to find out what you like to do for fun, or while socializing. I was hoping to find things I can do with you to get to know you better, or better yet things we can all do together so everyone can get to know one another. Does that clear up the kind of answer I'm looking for any?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>21-11-2018, 18:12:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MRrZSkK.jpg)</div>"Thank you, Ke Kamāliʻiwahine Sam. Though I am not quite a Head of State. We Kapua are more like..." Technically, the term back home would be <em>divinities</em>, but that wasn't quite accurate either. "Think of me as the caretaker of a garden. The Kahuna technically rules the land, but requires my services to maintain it, and as in reality as I make the flowers bloom (though it is my sister Manu Ke Kakahiaka who is the one that makes the birds sing words), the payment is a form of fealty, though now not quite practiced as before. The Old Ways are in decline." The smile Ponipua gave to Sam as she explained faded quickly as the nature of her situation came clear. "As for my needs, I wrote them in the paper - sun, water, soil if you please. With these three, I can thrive, even in this cold climate."<br><br>Then the officious looking man came back, with a woman of Reptilian bent, who apparently was to be her advocate in her upcoming meeting. "Thank you," she responded with a half-bow of her own before turning towards Zenress, giving another half-bow, seeing that to be the apparent custom here. "Greetings. I am Ponipua. I thank you in advance for your services. By what name should I call you, and do you know of this Mistress Kalfoxx which we are to meet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2018, 21:11:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thank you for filling this out, I've just got a few questions here to better let me Host you. Firstly, how private of a space do you need? I have a room set aside for each of you, but the bathrooms and kitchen will be a shared space. Will that do? Or do you need more? Do you need more then one room? Some kind of sound proofing? The better an idea you give me of what you're looking for, the better I can try to meet your needs. Will you need any help acquiring your... development materials? And..." She paused and struggled with herself or a moment before looking back up at Comy with a slightly embarrassed air to her. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you put down for your free time at all. I was mostly trying to find out what you like to do for fun, or while socializing. I was hoping to find things I can do with you to get to know you better, or better yet things we can all do together so everyone can get to know one another. Does that clear up the kind of answer I'm looking for any?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The petite Nezumi tilted her head, frowned in thought.<br><br><strong>"A single room will suffice.&nbsp; I can take less space, but more is appreciated.&nbsp; And soundproofing may be a good idea. A good...what do you call it?&nbsp; Internet connection.&nbsp; That would be excellent.&nbsp; My occupation, which has already been researched and implemented, will benefit from such.&nbsp; And I do not wish to disturb my new housemates.&nbsp; Other acquisitions as business expenses..."</strong> She blushed a little.&nbsp; <strong>"We should discuss those later."</strong><br><br>She turned her attention back to her list, mentally comparing her answers with the verbal feedback she was given.<br><br><strong>"I like talking to people about things,"</strong> she eventually translated, giving Sam a quizzical look.&nbsp; <strong>"Is this not a normal pastime here?&nbsp; My progenitors passed on their enjoyment of a good symposium, and while I am capable of assimilating written text with a high degree of proficiency it is more useful and enjoyable to discuss topics with others who may be fully aware of material not yet written, or which I have not yet read, or which has been found to be incomplete or incorrect."</strong><br><br>Noting the arrival of the others, she paused to stare at the Kapua-designate, whose mammary protuberances were indeed impressive and immediately inspired thoughts involving some of the more painful games she had seen described in a work of forbidden woodcuts back on the other side.&nbsp; Her voice trailed off as her mind began comparing the best methods for prolonging the pleasure of torment and the agony of pleasure for such a pneumatic specimen...unaware that her state of distraction was only too obvious, as was her blush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>29-11-2018, 07:15:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YtJhPTK.jpg)</div>Zenress jumped up from her work as a young man appeared behind her and suddenly spoke up, almost knocking over the paper work in the process in her surprise. She was quite confused as to just why she was needed all of a sudden but if it was the chance to secure more work in the future then she would follow along happily. “Oh um of course. I’m coming.” She said with a quick nod as she followed after the male wondering just why she had been called over. She assumed it was for work but she had no idea what kind especially since someone like Kalfoxx could probably afford some big firm rather than her and her staff of me myself and I. Still she wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was soon standing in front of the flower demi and gave her a smile as she was introduced before the young man had walked off again. “Soooo um what exactly am I being asked to do?” She questioned with a tilt of her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoshino</strong> on <strong>06-12-2018, 05:08:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/2tKaChS.png)</div><br>"Huh?" Jezebeth was planning on getting into one of the introduction circles, take a few notes, ask a few questions for her article...she didn't expect to be invited into one, especially by the big boss lady, herself. Or, at least, by proxy through the young man. Spinning her pen before pocketing it, Jezebeth stammered a mumbled confirmation, and followed along after Zenress, looking back to Lilith once or twice before falling in step into the crowd. Folding her arms behind her head, she gave the young man an inquisitive look of her own. "I can imagine a reason why a potential host might need a lawyer's help, but, why's she asking for a reporter by name? Or, at least, profession?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>07-12-2018, 02:49:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/877/920/181.jpg)</div><br>It was perhaps five minutes later before a form began to appear from the ground, the figure materializing into Yuri Kalfoxx. Her ghostly body nearly transparent as she joined you in the small room. Her mischievous smile lighting up the room. "Hello, Darlings," she said in a voice full of debutaness. She was used to public speaking and being the center of attention. Had been for as long as she'd been alive and had become even more of a public figure when she realized that the humans of this world couldn't hurt a demi like her. Her expression slid over each of the demi's in the room with only a brief look at Sam before she returned to looking at Jezebeth and Zenress. "Well, I didn't expect you to be here Jezzy," she teased. "Looking to shack up with a human? Trust me, it's fun." Her eyes sparkled in amusement.<br><br>Slowly she lowered herself until her feet almost touched the ground, bringing her more inline with the others in the room, and then she moved to sit floating on the same level as everyone seated. "Jezzy, I'm going to have to ask you to keep this off the record," her tone having gone serious. She regarded the reporter with a critical eye. Her life in the spotlight always meant she was uniquely aware of reports and paparazzi and because of that she had a reputation of being a fair celebrity to work with. She waited until the reporter gave her consent that it would be an off the record conversation.<br><br>"Ms Zenress," she said turning her head towards the lawyer. "Your client is newly reunited with this world and shares a special bond, I'm not a scientist but my understanding is it's very connected." She gazed at Ponipua, a bitter smile on her face. "She's in a spot of legal trouble that she's not fully aware of. Land rights and the like. However that's not the biggest reason you're requested here." She looked at the other demi's in the room. "I have considerable pull in the agency and have been doing my best to clear as many Demi's for transport as possible." The choice of words seemed a bit odd. "Let's just say that as of now you're role for Madam Ponipua is to help her with her legal troubles and to help Sam with any legality questions she might have." Her expression turned to the human sitting at the table. "She has a good track record but everyone has a bit of trouble navigating the red tape of bureaucracy," her tone almost hostile and the meaning behind her words clear to almost everyone there.<br><br>Turning back to Ponipua she inclined her head. "Madam Ponipua, I'm aware of your situation and I want to make you aware of how expensive it will be to fight these land developers. They have considerable resources, but then so does the Agency." Her smile turned predatory. "Between Ms. Zenress and I we should be able to figure out something to help you in this situation. And while I know you wish to return to your land as soon as possible at this time it is not a good idea." She glanced at the other demi's. "The individual in charge has an unsavory history. Mr. Dalton," she glanced to Jezebel and Zenress. "Is known for his lower than standard morals. While he's never been charged with it, there have been cases where folks who are going against him suddenly vanish." She glanced at Sam. "Hence why I picked these two demi's to be under your care." She glanced to the minotaur and the yellow mouse like girl. "Believe it or not they have a lot of good qualities that should prove helpful." She grinned.<br><br>"Now I'm sure you all have questions. I'll try to answer what I can." She glanced back at Jezebeth. "That whole thing is off the record. I'm not supposed to know about it and neither are you."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>12-12-2018, 04:23:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YtJhPTK.jpg)</div> Zenress listened quietly as Yuri began to explain why she was here&nbsp; and tilted her head when the&nbsp; woman insisted that what was about to be said was off the record. She started to get a little nervous and her tail began to twitch and thump on to the floor behind her. Maybe she wasn’t the right person for the job. She needed a big job to really launch her firm and get some notice so she could help more people. Not to mention to help pay the bills at the firm. She really didn’t have much choice.&nbsp; Besides she couldn’t just ignore this. If someone needed her assistance as a lawyer then she would do what she could. It was why she had done this after all. She’d seen what life was like here and monsters needed some kind of representation so it was up to her to do her best to help. “I’m not sure I’m the right person for this Miss Kalfoxx. You probably want someone more experienced with these matters if someone like Mr. Dalton is making a land grab but I’ll do whatever I can to help.” She replied after a moment with a long sigh. If she was going to be in the middle of trouble again she had to do her best to help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoshino</strong> on <strong>16-12-2018, 23:47:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/2tKaChS.png)</div><br>"Stories always seem to follow you, Miss Kalfoxx," Jezebeth teased. She hadn't really tried for finding a host, staying on the fringes and dipping her toes in the crossing as required of her profession... But, she had to admit, it was starting to seem a little more intriguing and worth looking into. Not to mention, she was feeling she might need to get away from the homestead for a while. Just for a change of scenery and chance to clear her head.<br><br>As the mood grew more serious, though, Jezebeth likewise grew silent. Spinning her pen between her fingers, Jezebeth respectfully pocketed it, and also put away her notepad. "I assure you, Miss Kalfoxx, the paper I work at isn't in the paparazzo business. That kind of rumour mongering is beneath me." Although, with the name drop of Mr. Dalton, Jezebeth's lips turned to a bitter frown. Her paper had picked up a few stories he seemed to be involved in, and she knew he was the kind of fellow who had way more skeletons in his closet.<br><br>As Yuri continued to explain the situation, Jezebeth would lightly scratch her own biceps as she thought about the implications of it all. After Yuri finished, Jezebeth nodded her head. "You can trust us. Nothing you just said will be mentioned in my paper." She smirked. "Although, if you ever want to speak to me anonymously about this in future, I can be quite clandestine and protective of my sources." Back to a frown. "Although...I do have one question. You're asking for Zenress to help you with legal matters. For this human to host these two demi's. And Ponipua's home is at the center of all this. So...where do I fit into your plan? Or did you just pull me aside to make sure you had it on my journalistic integrity not to publish this story?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>18-12-2018, 03:06:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MRrZSkK.jpg)</div><br>Ponipua didn't seem to be overly concerned at being the center of attention. In fact, it seemed almost natural to her. Though she did certainly seem grateful.<br><br>"Thank you Ke Aliʻi Wahine Kalfoxx, and all of you. I feel much better to have ones such as all of you at my side in this time of trial. It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words." To that end she rummaged through an obviously worn suitcase. Pulling out one photograph, she explained, "This is my Land." If Paradise had a location, this would certainly be it - a lush tropical landscape practicallyl bursting with the same purple flowers that kept blooming at the Tiki's feet. "A Tiki's relationship with her Land is complicated, much as Ke Aliʻi Wahine Kalfoxx has implied, but what is important here is that what happens to the one has a great influence on the other." Fishing back through the case, she pulled a second paper - this one a brochure. "The Developer of Land Dalton wishes to turn mine into this."<br><br>The planned resort looked like something vomited straight out of 1980's network television. Which in fact was largely what it was. One can say many awful things about Dalton, but he certainly knew what would sell, and sell big. Just thinking about it made poor Ponipua shudder. "If he succeeds, well, it will be a travesty of unspeakable proportion... at least for me. The sad truth is that many would be more than happy to see Dalton succeed in his goals. I am pledged to protect my Land, but I cannot do it alone - not in this new world that the Haole humans have created. I need your help. I wish I could explain how you could - but that... sadly... I have neither the experience nor the knowledge of these States United to say." She slumped in the chair, tired, desperate, half-in-tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>06-01-2019, 14:22:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/877/920/181.jpg)</div><br>She regarded Zenress's statement with a serious expression and responded in equal seriousness. "You're primary role is going to be helping Sam with any legality issues that come up. If I'm not mistaken this is her first time hosting Demis. And with the fact that Madame Ponipua is going to be having legal problems that's only going to make things harder for this household. I expect citations directed at them with Mr. Dalton behind it, among other things." She had a annoyed expression thinking about all the legal hurdles that they could face. "I prefer to plan ahead. I could be over reacting, but given his reputation." She shook her head. "That's why I've called you all together. To help Madame Ponipua with aspects of this fight she's not aware of."<br><br>She finally turned to Jezebeth and grinned. "Stories only follow those that are interesting or willing to become interesting." She blew a kiss towards the reporter. "I specifically pulled you into this my dear because as a reporter you can go places and do research that the others won't be able to. And it's my hope you'll be able to wage a PR campaign against Mr. Dalton when things get bad." She shifted in her 'seat.' "You know as well as I do how the power of the press can shape history and folks like Mr. Dalton don't like to have light shined upon their dirty laundry." She gave a simple shrug as if to say that was it. And perhaps from her perspective it was all there was too it.<br><br>She turned to the others that were in the room. "What I'm asking isn't legal in the strictest sense of the word. While there isn't anything specifically wrong with calling you all together giving you this knowledge is a breath of confidentiality that someone such as myself shouldn't have to begin with." She gave a mysterious grin. "Jezze can attest what a horrible busy body I can be sometimes." A truer statement hadn't been said. Yuri enjoyed poking her insubstantial nose into places where she didn't belong but the thing that always baffled everyone was how she was gaining information such as that to begin with. The prevailing theory was she had dirt on everyone, could see into their closests and wasn't afraid of them. But that'd be impossible for any demi.<br><br>Turning back to Sam and her hosts she gave a large smile. "You're going to need the help of the agency for things like food expenses and rental insurance and the like. But I hope you take it to heart to make use of these two lovely ladies to help navigate and keep everyone out of trouble. I don't think I need to tell you how serious humans take crimes caused by Demis against humans." She shook her head and sighed. "It's still not enough time to be treated completely like equals and I don't know specifically what problems you're going to encounter. I'll try and help where I can." She pulled a card from her dress and floated it towards the human host. "If you guys don't have any other questions, I should probably vanish before anyone notices I'm not the center of attention. I don't know if my reputation could handle not being center of attention for long." She gave a whimsical laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-01-2019, 07:19:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YtJhPTK.jpg)</div> Zenress sighed as Miss Kalfox confirmed that her job really was going to be to assist&nbsp; with all the legal matters. This was going to be a lot of hard work and she wasn't sure she had the resources to pull this off. She hoped she was going to be up to the task. She was sure that&nbsp; Dalton was going to have an army of&nbsp; the most expensive lawyers that money could buy. Still she would do the best that she could to assist. she had to take on a big job sometime if she wanted to grow her business. And&nbsp; at least she’d get some exposure from this once things went public. As long as she didn’t totally embarrass herself. She hoped anyway. Not having to fight to keep the roof on her office or pass out flyers to try to attract clients would be nice. “I’ll do what I can to help. I can’t do it for free and I’ll have to bill you for the hours Miss Kalfox but we can work out the details later. I’ll assist as I can in the meantime.” She explained as she tried to figure out where to even begin with handling property rights and how to prove that it was Madame Ponipua who owned the island or show that the island needed to be protected. There were a lot of different approaches she could take but she had to figure out the right one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>18-01-2019, 01:28:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaDOWds.jpg)</div>Sam nodded at Comy's clarifications, then paused in thought. "Are... Are you going to be <em>steaming</em> something? And if so would you prefer your <em>room</em> soundproofed or a <em>recording studio</em> set up?" She thought for a moment. "There's an extra storage room next to the bedroom I was thinking of giving you, I could have a new door added to your room and the existing door sealed of and that would give you an extra room for all the equipment you'd need. Would that serve? I've already got the best internet available." Sam saw the blush, but mistook it for embarrassment over trying to figure out cameras and the like then it's true source. "Of course! I'll be happy to help you compare and test anything you might need for your job! It's part of my job in helping you adjust to living here after all!"<br><br>When Comy explained her desired 'fun', Sam couldn't stop herself from facepalming in disbelief and embarrassment before peaking out at the rodent girl once more. She picked up the answer sheet and looked at it again, before turning back to her guest. "I know what 'talking about things' is, and yes, lots of people enjoy that here. But I think someone gave you too high level a dictionary because I didn't understand what the 'memetic design space' was, or how it could be 'divers', much less how to study it through 'diverse and inclusive selection of external modes'..." She looked up from the sheet. "Most people don't talk like that, and using overly precise or fancy words can get you in just as much trouble as being too vague and uncommunicative. I think that, if you choose to stay with me, we're going to have to have regular conversations and maybe go over some novels and movies or TV shows to help you tell apart normal speech from... whatever one would call this. I'm supposed to help you all get along in our world, and making sure you don't get fired, mocked, or <em>mugged</em> because you talk different seems like an important part of that goal. It's bad enough how some idiots are going to treat you all for just not being humans!" Her lip curled in disgust at such bigots as she spoke and it was clear Sam was genuinely concerned for Comy's well-being. "Did you have any other concerns or questions for me? I've got to be acceptable as a Host for you just as much as I need to make sure you're a Guest I feel I can help after all!"<br><br><br>When the other agents, press and lawyer showed up Sam looked on nervously. Then Miss Kaifox showed up and Sam froze in her seat, torn between shock, terror, and lust! Then the Agency Head started speaking and Sam became more and more nervous as she felt increasingly out of depth, blushing as the Wright looked at her while growling about 'bureaucracy'. It was when Kaifox spoke about the <em>threat</em> to Ponipua, the adorable flower girl, that she suddenly sat up looking angry! "You mean this... Dalton guy, he might try to <em>hurt</em> her?!" She looked over a Zenress. "You're a lawyer right? Can you get me some 'trespassers will be shot' signs that'll actually hold up in court? Something like 'by passing this point without an invitation you agree to surrender all rights for yourself or your heirs to seek compensation for injury or death caused by the residents of this home or their invited guests'? Because if anyone tries to hurt her on <em>my property</em> I'm going to shoot them in the face!"<br><br>She looked back up at Kaifox and nodded determinedly when she talked about feeding, caring for, and protecting her guests. "Any chance I can get the Agency to supplement my funds for adding a security system? Or a second security fence around the privacy fence?" She accepted the card from the air, looking like a knight accepting a quest to battle so serious was her expression. "I'll do everything I can to keep them safe and happy. They'll get to <em>my</em> guests only over my <em>dead body</em>!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-01-2019, 22:16:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br>The petite semi-Nezumi nodded as Sam spoke.<br><br><strong>"Soundproof would be a kindness to the others.&nbsp; I am told I am somewhat loud."</strong>&nbsp; Was that a deeper blush on her cheeks?&nbsp; <strong>"This seems to annoy others, for many reasons. I do not desire to become an annoyance.&nbsp; We should discuss the rest elsewhere."</strong>&nbsp; The blush deepened further still, and Comy's eyes drifted to one side shyly.&nbsp; <strong>"I believe the subject matter to be delicate."</strong><br><br>Her host's observations about vocabulary and diction were met with stoic and accepting little nods, as if the offered assistance was exactly what the little Mouselike being expected.&nbsp; She certainly seemed neither upset nor inclined to argue the point.<br><br><strong>"I have no further questions at this time, but I am anxious to settle in and begin adjusting to my new and happy life in this strange and unusual dimension. Thank you."</strong><br><br>She quietly stepped to one side to allow the others to discuss their weighty matters of muchness and kept gazing longingly and with wickedly perverse intent at the tempting bodies of the nubile beauties she saw before her, thoughts of ropes and whips and forced climaxes from gradual teasing distracting her from whatever it was the others were yammering on about.&nbsp; Another part of her mind, recognizing the responsible memetic string arising from an incomplete resolution of a primary matrix sort, locked down any other outward show of her fantasies and compiled the biomantic equivalent of a bug report to be provided should the Progenitors request it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoshino</strong> on <strong>20-01-2019, 00:01:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/2tKaChS.png)</div><br>"That so, huh..." A grin forming across her face, Jezebeth folded her arms over her chest and nodded. "Well, enjoy the rest of the event, Miss Klafox. I'll see what I can dig up on our good Mister Dalton when the time comes.". The flame spirit succubus tilted her head, a thought occuring. "Hmm...if I'm to keep my ears on this story...think I'll be needing to spend more and more time on this side of the barrier. Which means--"[/color]<br><br>Jezebeth blushed. It was hidden on her already red skin, but her eyes did begin to dart nervously, flustered as she was. "Ah...looks like I should actually get a host to put me up for a while..." she admitted, before looking to Zenress. "How do you do it, staying on this side without a host?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>20-01-2019, 01:20:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div> <br><br>Heather had focused on the conversation as best she could she wasn't really sure what the entire fuss was about. In her experince she would have just smacked this dalton guy and told him no. But minotaur tended to be a bit more straightforward about things like this. It sounded like everything was going to be a bit difficult to navigate. Human laws were already strange. She chewed on the inside of her lip in thought. She didn't have much to offer to this conversation and she knew if she opened her mouth they'd just realize how little she knew. Still...<br><br>"Ah say we whoop him," she said after a moment. It'd teach him for sure she thought. Maybe... of course she didn't want anyone to get into trouble because of it either. She fumed for a moment and shook her head, the bell around her neck donking as she did so. "Ah don't know what's goin' on," she finally said after a moment. "Ah think we'd best be served either whoopin' 'em or talkin' ta him."<br><br>Then the mouse girl was talking about moving in together causing Heather to grin and nod. "We should get some ogre swill," she said enthusiastically. Specifically designed alcohol by the humans for the giants and others with a hardy constitution that could handle a few bottles of more human like alcohol. She looked at the others to gage their reaction finally she looked at the one that was a reported and offered her hand. "Heather," she said in a friendly manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>20-01-2019, 02:06:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MRrZSkK.jpg)</div><br>"No. Thank you for all you have done, <br>"Thank you Ke Aliʻi Wahine Kalfoxx, and all of you. Up to this point, Ponipua had been quiet and thoughtful, even as each commented. The only real response she had, other than continued expressions of serene gratitude was to Sam - a reply which betrayed her actual feelings of distress. "The issue is not whether this Dalton should hurt me in pursuit of his claim - it is that should he succeed, he shall, through his acts on My Land, damage me far more than any mere physical violence could. That is truly what is at stake. It would be nice if he could be convinced to relent. Inasmuch as I have attempted, however, his subordinates have seemed uninterested in compromise, and, truth be told, given the nature of my connection to My Land, there is little in the way of compromise I could offer. It is... a desperate situation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>24-01-2019, 03:46:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaDOWds.jpg)</div> Sam nodded at Comy's specification and decided to just go ahead and soundproof both rooms, it would be more expensive but she could write it off as a host expense and it would no doubt prove helpful! She noticed the blush and word choice of the semi-Nezumi but decided she must be misinterpreting things and the language was probably just more unfamiliarity with the language. "I'll have the changes made at once and will be ready for you to move in within a day or two! I look forward to being the best Host for you that I can be!"<br><br>Sam turned to Jezebeth when she mentioned possibly needing a host, an excited grin on her face! "<em>I</em> could host you! That way if anything happens it would be perfectly natural for you to be involved! There's an old stone shed behind my house I could have remodeled quick enough! That way you wouldn't have to worry about burning anything! Umm... that is, if you actually <em>burn</em>? I don't actually know..." She blushed with embarrassment at the thought she might have insulted her potential guest.<br><br>She turned to Heather when she suggested 'whoop'ing, smiling as she patted the minotaur girl on the arm in (she hoped!) a calming manor. "Whoa there! We can't go around 'whooping' people unless they do something <em>first</em>... <em>and</em> we have to be able to <em>prove</em> they did it first. Otherwise it would get <em>us</em> in trouble!" At her suggestion of a party, and particularly of <em>drinking</em>, Sam paled a bit and resolved to have all the public areas of her house, and furniture, reinforced as much as she could manage! If that happened to make the house somewhat fortress-like that would clearly just be a side effect!<br><br>At Ponipua's words Sam turned to regard her seriously, listening intently before nodding. "You're sill in danger I should think. After all, if you can prove to have a former claim on the land, and being bound to it from ages past should count I should think, then he can't <em>own</em> the land, and can't <em>build</em> on it. But that still means that if <em>you</em> vanish then so does any competing claim. I don't think it would be his <em>first</em> move but, if there's as much money at stake as it sounds, it might very well be something he tries before the end."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2019, 04:55:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br>Heather's suggestion earns a wistful, somewhat distracted response.<br><br><strong>"Ogre swill is too potent for my capacity and endurance.&nbsp; Also, I prefer to be a conscious and willing participant, not an intoxicated and semiconscious one.&nbsp; But if it is your preferred libation of leisure I am hardly one to insist that you limit yourself to what I am able to metabolize safely and effectively."</strong><br><br>...the reason for the distraction, as far as anyone can tell, is Ponipua's ample bosom.&nbsp; But that may just be a matter of the angle, at least until the pocket Nezumi licks her lips slowly and dispels all doubt that she is considering wickedness aforethought.&nbsp; But then she seems to shake it off and turns to regard Sam.<br><br><strong>"So...no acting like Big Sis unless the locals clearly deserve it?&nbsp; I understand.&nbsp; How about tying them up and tormenting them erotically until they beg for merciful release?&nbsp; Is that permitted?&nbsp; Assuming adequate provocation, of course."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 07:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YtJhPTK.jpg)</div> Zenress reached up and massaged her forehead at the barrage of rather violent suggestions that would just make everything worse. She was used to those kinds of suggestions of stuff that would work at home but not here from monsters as some had trouble adapting to the new rules. Even then while they might have some merit in their world, The do not trespass and you will be shot would be pretty acceptable. Going up and hitting a noble, rich merchant, or anything of the sort would still get you in trouble no matter what your grief with them was. “ Trespass and you will be shot are not legally binding. You can make a claim of self defense or using a good Samaritan law but without prove they’ll almost certainly side with Mr. Dalton a known and trusted member of their community. Signs would probably make it worse. You’d be better off investing in cameras so you would have the incident on video to back up your side of the story.” She tried to explain, hoping to avoid anything that would make things more difficult for her client.<br><br>Turning to the minotaur to reply to the more serious suggestion of whoping him she shook her head and raised a hand with her palm out as if to say stop with your thinking right there. “Absolutely not. Anything like that would just lead to assault charges, possible deportation, and finally just bolster whatever case he has and blame monsters for the incident.” She replied sternly, hoping to nip the idea in the bud. The case would be difficult enough without someone making things worse. “I would also advise against talking to him until we get time to prepare. I’m sure he’ll have no problem using what’s said in a court case if he thinks it’ll help him.”<br><br>She’d just managed to try to settle the more violent urges when the small yellow one began to question about tormenting them and beating them up if they deserved it. “No! That’s not okay iehter. Hurting them when it’s self defense or part of a physical competition is fine anything else is not. Tieing them up and tormenting them would be even worse. It shows premeditation among other things. If they report you only bad things will happen.” She tried to explain and hoped that she would at least be able to keep the more extreme suggestions in check until she could build up a case and prevent giving Dalton any ammo. <br><br>Turning to Jezebeth as the woman questioned how she stayed without a host she just shrugged. “I went to school, I pay found a job,&nbsp; I rented a space,” Said space was her office as she couldn’t afford an office and a house just yet so she made up a room in the back. “And I pay my taxes. It’s not that bad.” She explained. She’d worked hard to get where she was and be independent. She was pretty happy about it. Of course she did have quite a few problems with certain groups of humans because of her appearance and humans but it wasn’t that bad. And as long as she remembered she was not allowed to use abilities during a court case she would be okay with her job. She didn’t really understand why when the truth and fairness when it came to business contracts should be the most important things but she understood she had to obey the law. Even if she forgot about&nbsp; not using her powers in a case sometimes. “As long as you live by the rules of the humans and can reliably avoid breaking the laws then staying on your own is not an issue.j There can be downsides but it’s your own decision to make if that’s what you want to do.” She finished and was finally starting to run out of things to say. Her tail thumped on the ground as she let out a sigh. Maybe she had bitten into more than she could handle but she had agreed so she was going to do what she could to make it work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>31-01-2019, 03:09:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/877/920/181.jpg)</div><br>"Well darlings," Yuri said with a dazzling smile as she began to sink into the floor. "If you need me you know how to find me." And with a laugh her presence was gone from the little room. Leaving the motley collection of monsters and human to review their options. Brought together by two common goals. The first to find a house to live in and a world to learn about. And the other perhaps more important than anything else was to find a means of saving an island. It was no small task that a celebrity had put in front of them. Something she wasn't supposed to know about and was even less likely to be associated with. Yet that's exactly what she had done to them. They now had a purpose beyond their housing arrangements, and in the case of Zenress access to the others in the house.<br><br>There was fluid motion and loud voices outside of their small booth as monsters and some humans began to make their way out of the main staging area. There were a few more formalities that Sam would have to observe with any of the demi's that had agreed to stay with the human host. But they were mostly formality and could be completed either here or back at her home. It involved a contract that bound the demi's to the home in so far as that Sam had agreed to put them up and they had agreed to stay and would look to her as a human mentor. Something that Zenress had seen multiple times and observed as a witness for some demi.<br><br>The process of selection would take as long as it needed, within reason, so there was no need for the group to rush out of here. The bureau knew how stressful a time like this could be for some Demi's and they were trying to do their best. And of course this entire process was also another way for humans and demi's to comingle and become friends. Certainly they'd want as many friends as they could among their clients. The more friends they had the bigger the support network a demi could make use of. They were to report and depend on their host human but not every human knew every trick of the trade. So it was very common for groups to form close bonds in this time frame. Free of judgement and hopefully free of stress it really was a rare chance for the two societies to come together and form common bonds.<br><br><strong>What are you doing?</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 23:27:18</strong>
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				(https://backgroundcheckall.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/anime-house-background-5.jpg)<br><br>As the paperwork was finished off Heather promise to her human host to be back shortly and then wondered away to take care of "important business." Not all the demi's were going to be going straight to a human home after this meeting, some would require preparation for some folks to allow for house upgrades while others would need to make sure all their paperwork was in order. Sam however was lucky enough to not have to have a pool or ocean built in her house. No special lighting fixtures to be added and with the help of Zenress was able to breeze through the final paperwork in record time.<br><br>As Sam was finishing the paperwork, a group of Demi's returned from the bureau living stations with boxes, bags and the like to carry the possessions that had come with them through the portal. These demi's broke into smaller groups moving to the host homes that they'd been assigned and others moving to stand next to other demi's. Apparently some had decided that it would be a good experience to live with others of their kind without a human host. Vehicles began to leave with a collection of Demis. Soon all that was left was a blue panel van in the parking lot and a confused Heather sitting on the steps into the building with a crate of stuff behind her.<br><br>As a group they moved to the blue panel van to inspect Sam's new home and to eat dinner. The drive to Sam's house wasn't that bad considering the time of day and the traffic they encountered. And as they pulled into a spacious driveway surrounded by a fence they knew they were home and it was time to break in the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 01:38:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaDOWds.jpg)</div> Sam drove up and pulled into the parking area, triggering the remote to close the gates behind them, then got out of her van and moved around to open the side and rear doors and show people how to get out of their seat belts. Once that was done she directed Ponipua to the side of the house facing the small wooded area inside the fence, then showed Heather where the floor to ceiling windows had been removed to add a Minotaur sided door directly into the paved parking area. Comy and Jezebeth were directed to specialty rooms on the second story, near Sam's own master bedroom. One set of rooms was sound proofed and featured a recording studio with sound dampening walls, the other was lined with fire retardant materials and feature several small fire extinguishers.<br><br>Once everyone had been shown their rooms and their luggage had been delivered Sam offered a tour of the house to anyone who might be interested in a more detailed view of their new living area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 03:21:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div> <br><br>Heather had climbed into the back of the van after making sure to haul in her trunk. She secured her belongings in the van as best she could and then accepted help from the human as she buckled her in. It wasn't like she could really see where the buckle was in her lap so it was just quicker to have some help, which she took gratefully unbuckling it. A clear expression of worry on her face as she touched the contraption. Knowing the fragility of objects around her she knew to be very careful about just about everything. She clattered out of the van,&nbsp; nearly slipped pulling her crate out and looked around sheepishly. Her coordination severely lacking.<br><br>She went through the giant sized doors that were on the front of the house, whistling as she walked into her first human residence. "Ya'll have weird furnishins'" she said. She gingerly laid her belongings on the floor just inside the door. She'd come and pick them up later and move them bit by bit through the house. She didn't want to hurt the house or her belongings. Before Sam began the tour though Heather ushered her over to a bag that was fully padded, handing it to the taller human. "Ah, gotcha a house warmin' gift." Even though it was padded it still tinked softly and she winked. "Ah had a lotta swag from humans. They like ta give mah stuff," she said. A subtle inspection of the bag revealed lots of hard liquor that would put most humans on their backs in no time. The bottles that were easy to see might have been about half full. It was a little hard to tell. In a voice that was almost to quiet to hear she said to Sam. "Ah'll need ta milk mahself 'fore we start ta party. Ah... do you have someplace ah could do it? An'... if ya wanted ta watch an' learn fer later ya can."<br><br>She stood patiently, mostly, for the tour to start of the house. Her hooves clattering on the tile and making clopping sounds as she paced, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jean shorts she was wearing. She had grabbed a second shirt and draped it over her shoulders to help hide the spots growing on her chest and her face was bright red. She didn't like to admit it but after awhile she had to get relief from the pressure in her chest and it'd been several hours since she'd taken care of her needs. But a certain feeling of excitement seemed to permeate from the minotaur as she seemed to constantly check on the others to ensure they were ok and having a good time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 17:31:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br>Upon seeing her new room, complete with soundproofing, Comy giggles like a small child, spins in place, and gives Sam a grateful (and surprisingly strong) hug.&nbsp; Then she hastens to unpack her relatively modest collection of belongings and strip off her shirt, displaying a distinct lack of bra and small but perky breasts...heedless of the view this gives everyone else standing in the hall.&nbsp; Her skirt follows, leaving her in snug pink and white striped panties with a Hello Fuzzy! cartoon applique in the crotch and plain white socks.<br><br><strong>"Ahhhhh!&nbsp; Better."</strong><br><br>Stretching lazily, she follows along with the others, curious to see what delights their rooms offer them and what other wonders await in this curious manse of technology.&nbsp; She does think to address a question (if not her gaze) directly to Sam.&nbsp; Her eyes seem to be focused a bit lower, which the futa might find annoying were the little Nezumi's expression not so appreciative.<br><br><strong>"So aside from the obvious rules, like no beating up on Earthlings and taking their stuff, and no tying them up and teasing them to frustration unless they ask us to do so first, and no beating up on each other, what else is required?&nbsp; Besides of course learning how to talk like an Earther and not like a scholar of the overarching scholasticarium or something."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoshino</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 05:39:09</strong>
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				Jezebeth smirked and chuckled softly as she looked over her room. It was going to take a while for her to move into the human realm. She had made an arrangement with Zenress to move in with <em>her</em> in her apartment a little later, but, Jezebeth figured she needed to settle in, first, build up enough funds in order to put up her deposit, make sure that she could pay her fair share of the rent. Besides, she had a feeling that Zenress would need some time to fireproof not just her own room, but the entire apartment, smaller than it was compared to Sam's place.<br><br>"Really, that's sweet, but, you didn't have to go to that level..." the fire elemental/succubus assured. "My fire doesn't combust that much." The extinguishers were perhaps a bit overkill, but, the fire proofing otherwise was a sweet gesture. "I just want to thank you for putting me up while I move in. Being a working girl in a new realm on assignment, it's...well, it's going to take some getting used to, and I might as well get used to living with humans before I move in with a fellow Demi."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 07:00:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MRrZSkK.jpg)</div><br>Moving in was something of a complication. The location, facing the south and having plenty of windows, was pleasant in and of itself. But the legal issues required Ponipua to wrangle both Zenress and Sam for a lengthy contractual arrangement in which the room in question was connected to Her Land for a period of six turns of the moon, and therefore Ponipua herself was connected to Sam's House for a like period, which involved all sorts of mutual obligations such as offerings of water and soil, and promises to provide for the Hostess's bounty, and things like that. And all written in Hawaiian of course as the Haole Language was unsuited for such things, but as long as the two were amenable, the work would get done, and Ponipua would have her little corner of Paradise approximately 4700 miles from the real thing. And as Ponipua adjusted herself to her new lodgings, so her new lodgings began to adjust themselves to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 08:10:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YtJhPTK.jpg)</div> <br><br>With things mostly finished for now she sighed softly. She had a lot to think about but for now she needed to get to work on helping to finish everybody else’s paperwork that needed her help. After that she got the address of Sam and her home before returning to her office/home. It was already pretty well equipped to deal with most types of monsters thankfully as she needed to be prepared for her clients. Of course she was going to need a little more time to make future preparations to completely fire proof her home in the future to make sure nothing got burnt since she had offered to let Jezebeth stay with her while she needed a place to stay. Only after all of that did she finally depart her office to meet up with the others at Sam’s home so she could finish gathering information for her case.<br><br>Upon arriving with a brief case full of notepads pens and paper, everything she needed to take notes and quickly draft up any documents that might be needed quickly. It wasn’t much but it was always good to have especially in something that was potentially going to be huge. Turning to Jezebeth she nodded her head when she reassured her that she didn’t need to make preparations for her. “It’s no trouble. I’m used to having to be careful and make sure my home can survive their visit. Take whatever time you need to come and visit my home.” She explained. “Now come on let’s see what all we can learn. I’m sure we both have a lot of work to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 18:41:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaDOWds.jpg)</div> Sam smiled happily and proudly as the others seemed to enjoy her home, now <em>their</em> home! A smile that faltered a bit in the face of Heather's offer and devolved into a full on blush at Comy's antics! Nodding to those two to show she'd heard she quickly set about getting the other's settled in so she could give them her 'personal attention'. Her blush brightened and the bulge she was trying to hide throbbed as she realized even her <em>thoughts</em> were getting suggestive!<br><br>Forcing herself under control she turned to smile at Jezebeth, who was still attractive but at least not actively striping or offering to do so... yet anyway! "I know but I wanted you to be able to fully relax and not worry while in your own room, I figured you must have to worry at least a little while in other building and wanted you to have one place you could let your hair down... err... let your hair up? I'm sorry, poor choice of idiom on my part. Anyway I tried to get some of the smallest and lightest extinguishers I could so that you can take one with you if you're worried about flare ups or going to be stuck inside for a long, boring day where your mind might wonder. Whatever I can do to help! But for now..."<br><br>She led the demonic elemental and the sexy lizard lawyer back down to where she'd set up a table and chairs in a corner of the Sun Room. "I prepared this place for you two to talk to Lady Ponipua about legal things or to do interviews that you can release to build public support should the case blow open. There's power and an internet connection at the base of the wall here but please look it over and let me know if you can think of anything else you'll need. I'm going to help everyone else get settled and then we've apparently got a party planned..." She held up one of the bottles Heather had brought, with a crooked grin before turning to look at Zenress. "I know you aren't staying with me but I hope you'll stay for the party and I want you to know you're welcome to visit whenever, even after this case gets resolved! You probably don't need a Host after making it on your own so long but I'm happy to help any way I can!"<br><br>Leaving them to get settled she looked in on Ponipua but the plant woman seemed to be... communing with the earth? Well as long as she seemed comfortable Sam wasn't going to interfere! And the rituals hadn't been actually been kind of fun! Regardless she left her alone for now.<br><br>Returning to Heather and Comy, Sam looked down at the nearly naked mouse girl first. "Well your first lesson is that, except for certain clearly marked locations, public nudity is frowned upon... to the extent that it's considered a fairly serious crime! You're fine here in the house but you'll need to get dressed if you want to leave, even to go out in the yard, and you should avoid open windows. For men they just need to keep the groin covered but women also need to keep the nipples covered, though there are exceptions made for nursing mothers that I expect will be expanded to cover other needs. Even if all the <em>required</em> bits are covered some people will still judge you based on how revealing your clothing is, so be prepared for that." She nodded to Heather. "I'm going to go show Heather here the milking room I set up for her and help her get settled, is there anything else you need before I go?" Throughout the interaction Sam's own eyes kept straying to that perky and bare chest before being pulled up to Comy's eyes, though the way Sam's own nipples were soon pricking through her shirt made her own appreciation, and lack of bra, equally evident!<br><br>Once that was settled Sam let her minotaur guest to a small converted closet just off her own room, it had no windows but a chair with a high counter in front of it, high enough to comfortably rest breast on it! Directly across from that was a TV mounted on the wall so Heather would have something to watch while taking care of herself. As promised there was a much larger bottle for attaching to Heather's hand pump, a relatively basic and simple automatic pump, and a strange looking machine with glass bottles being fed into it from a hopper that was actually a pasteurization machine Sam had found to let them save and preserve Heather's milk! A somewhat flustered Sam sat on an extra chair next to the counter facing one and gestured around herself as she looked at Heather. "Is, ah, is this a good set up for you? Do you need me to change anything? I can explain how to use the machines later but I wanted to make you a safe and private place to take care of yourself when needed... do you like it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-02-2019, 05:27:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br>The electrified Nezumi pouts when she is told to, ah, be more cautious about displaying herself, but seems otherwise unconcerned about the idea.&nbsp; Perhaps she knows enough already about walking hither and yon in nothing but snug, form-fitting underwear that with the merest tug of the waistband risks becoming a frontal wedgie?&nbsp; Or perhaps she is simply indifferent to the idea but willing to accommodate her host.<br><br><strong>"Thank you,"</strong> she says to Sam, seeming blissfully unaware of the implications of the futa's hard nipples.&nbsp; <strong>"It is not productive to startle the neighbors so I shall heed your advice and refrain from excessive public display."</strong><br><br>Well, that settles that...but then the tiny creature stretches just so and turns to put her bag on the bed and dig through it, bending at the waist in a manner that gives poor Sam a very, very good look at her firm little butt, hips swaying back and forth along with her tail.&nbsp; She hums softly to herself and seems to be paying no more attention to Sam and Heather.<br><br>Although as the pair turn to leave, the little Voltaic Rat lets out a rather wicked giggle just as the door closes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Monsters Cross Over - Main Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>18-02-2019, 02:27:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div> <br><br>Heather's hooves clattered on the tiles as they walked through the house and she lightly kept her hand along the wall acting like balance as Sam led her back to her room and the milking room. Her mouth opened into an oh symbol as she looked at the place laid out before her. A TV with a remote and a big seat, was it comfy? She tentatively moved towards the chair, climbing into it and getting as comfortable as she could. Her large breasts laid on the cooled counter causing her to shudder and send her nipples into large thimbles.<br><br>"Normally ah would sit on a bed an' grab a teat an' aim it at a bucket." She smiled gently. "Ah'd like ta know what the machines are," she said looking at the tubes. Even sitting in the chair, Heather was below Sam in height. The love seat creaked under the minotaur's weight as she shifted to get comfortable. The cow woman pulled up on her shirt to give her breasts access to the machines. "Ah've never done it without living touch. Will it hurt?"<br><br>She trusted her human host, but she was still nervous about the human machines. She had found most human products didn't handle her strength very well, causing a sense of anxiety. She hoped Sam could help her with that. She wanted to stop breaking things. And above all, she wanted to get done with this so they could start bonding as a clan. 
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