Velfarre
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: strangely made on 14-02-2007, 03:07:58</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Velfarre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 03:07:58</strong>
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				Yakamochi strolled nonchalantly through the department store, like most stores in Tokyo it was busy full of bustling customers going about their business.<br><br>Not many people paid him much heed but when he walked past a group of Rocker Billies they made lewd comments about his clothes. Yakamochi was proud of how he looked and always showed himself off to the best effect, at six feet tall, athletically slim with straight black hair the Kilgour suit he was wearing possibly made him look like a wealthy business man but he was far from that.<br><br>He was part way through scribing an arcane symbol when something caught his eye and save the youths from the curse he was going to cast.<br>The Blonde gaikokujin’ by the Perfumes was (he decided) a more attractive plaything.<br>In mid cast he subtly changed the casting and sent the spell towards the girl.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Velfarre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solace</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 03:46:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; Fiona paused a moment by the display of Chanel tester bottles, feeling some of her weariness and jet lag melt away at the sight of such an International retail standard.&nbsp; For just a moment she imagined she could be standing in a department store anywhere in the world, even back home, and the culture shock she'd been experiencing ebbed slightly.<br><br>&nbsp; She'd come into downtown Tokyo from her hostel hoping to get some souvenir shopping out of the way, but had been forced to take refuge in the banality of the department store with it's Internationally Uniform products and blandly multicultural sales assistants after it became clear that her electronic translator wasn't worth the money she'd paid for it.&nbsp; Japanese store owners had stared blankly at her as she'd attempted to ask questions about the products for sale on their premises, and had yelled excitedly and incomprehensibly at her when she'd tentatively attempted to barter with them.<br><br>&nbsp; Fiona pulled out her wallet, checked her meager supply of yen and suppressed a sigh.&nbsp; She supposed she should head back out there and try her luck again.&nbsp; There was nothing in a store this grand that fitted either her budget, or would be capable of providing a slice of local Japanese culture that she could look at for years afterwards and reminisce about her trip.<br><br>&nbsp; Pushing a strand of pale, irritatingly fine hair behind one ear, she started to turn dejectedly away, when the oddest thing happened.&nbsp; It was almost as though she'd been jostled or pushed, although she could see no-one close enough who might have done so.&nbsp; What she did see, in the sort of inevitable slow motion that featured in classic horror movies, was her flailing arms getting closer, and closer, then connecting with that gorgeously expensive display of European fragrances.<br><br>&nbsp; It was mere chance that she didn't wind up on the floor amidst the reeking mess.&nbsp; The crashing, tinkling, smashing sounds immediately providing an oasis of shocked silence around her that lasted almost a full two seconds while she steadied herself and gazed appalled at the carnage.<br><br>&nbsp; Then the shouting started in earnest, from all directions, with store assistants pointing at a sign in Japanese that Fiona fervently hoped didn't translate to, "You break it, you buy it."&nbsp; The hope faded fast as store security closed in and wrenched her wallet off her, flicking through it, before throwing it back at her in evident disgust and shouting at her some more.<br><br>&nbsp; Almost in tears, Fiona pleaded loudly for someone, <em>anyone</em> who spoke English.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Velfarre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 01:11:13</strong>
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				Strolling over nonchalantly, Yakamochi coughed slightly as an irate shop assistant went to grab Fiona's arm. The assistant looked up and upon seeing the tall figure of Yakamochi bowed slowly and low, her head almost below her knees as she backed away slowly.<br><br>He moved in front of the blond European girl and smiled broadly "It seems you have made quite a mess" he said his tone friendly, he pulled a business card from the inside pocket of his jacket and holding it in the palms of his upturned hands bowed and offered it to Fiona,<br>Printed on the Card was simply "<em>Yakamochi </em>"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Velfarre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solace</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 08:51:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; Fiona took a big shuddering breath and attempted to pull herself together.&nbsp; The gentleman was well dressed, well presented and hadn't hesitated to insert himself into what had been developing into a very ugly scene.&nbsp; The least she could do, particularly if she wanted his help, was to try not to sob hysterically and incoherently at him.<br><br>&nbsp; "It was an accident," she said helplessly, blinking rapidly in an effort to keep tears at bay.&nbsp; "I don't know how it happened, I was...&nbsp; It just....&nbsp; It was an accident!"&nbsp; The last repition was directed to the sales staff who were still hovering in the background.<br><br>&nbsp; "I think they're asking me to pay for it sir, but I don't have that sort of money.&nbsp; I don't even have access to that sort of money!"&nbsp; The, as yet, unshed tears were making her eyes look curiously bright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Velfarre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 00:32:02</strong>
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				Smiling, Yakamochi shook his head "I am afraid that they are threatening to call the police"<br><br>He spoke quickly to an assistant who hurried off quickly. Turning back to Fiona he explained "I have asked the honourable counter assistant to fetch the store manager, perhaps together we may be able to come to a solution that does not require the presence of the authorities" <br>As he talked to the blond student he reached into his Jacket pocket and pulled out a silver cigarette case. <br><br>It opened with a sharp click and Yakamochi took out a thing dark brown cigarette, before he put it to his lips he reached over to the counter and turned the "No Smoking" sign down flat.<br><br>Lighting the cigarette with a simple match he drew in the pungent Turkish smoke that hinted at something more and offered the case to Fiona.<br><br>"I am sure no body will mind if you indulge" he said as he winked.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Velfarre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solace</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 00:49:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; At the mention of the police, Fiona felt as if someone had just tipped a bucket of icy cold water down her spine.&nbsp; She honestly wasn't sure that she wouldn't either faint or throw up, and consequently her response to his offer for her to share his ...&nbsp; cigarettes?...&nbsp; was a polite but distant, "No thank you."<br><br>&nbsp; Fiona had heard terrible, horrible stories about how foreign judicial systems treat those who could neither pay for decent representation nor talk themselves out of trouble.&nbsp; She could just picture her parents receiving a phone call informing them that their daughter was in prison half a world away, and her mind nearly blanked in panic trying to imagine their reaction.<br><br>&nbsp; With a docility born of complete numbness, Fiona awaited the arrival of the store manager alongside her cheerful, surprisingly influential interpreter.
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