Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)
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				Title: <strong>Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 03:50:36</strong>
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				"One step ahead..."&nbsp; Smiling Shadow mutters to herself, gingerly opening up the window of the house, and balancing on her stomach on the sill.&nbsp; "Keep your eye on your goal..."&nbsp; Drawing out a slender baton that she had purchased months ago, she carefully rapped on the wooden floors, listening for anything that would warn of a squeaky board or a rotten board hidden by dust that would betray herself.&nbsp; She had been watching the manor for a week after she had been challenged by a fellow Scavenger Lord to retrieve an artifact necklace that he had been trying to get back for months after some soldier stole it.<br><br>Normally, Smiling Shadow would never do a job that smacked of thievery like this one, she was a Scavenger Lord, a relic hunter, but as the man had been a friend, and he had sworn that he had been the one to uncover and bring the necklace back to civilization...&nbsp; And he had tried several times with help from others to get it back...&nbsp; Well, it was a challenge that he knew the dark-haired native of Nexus would love to take.<br><br>Her near-permanent grin broadened as she continued to pick her way across the floor, her ears perked for any warning sound.&nbsp; Part of her was annoyed at having to be so careful, she kept noticing the bane of any stealthy person, noisy floors, but she was surprised at just... how tricky.&nbsp; No wonder no one else could do this!&nbsp; The thought of pulling this off and wiping off the smug look on people's faces for being 'too principled' simply delighted her to no end and made her brown eyes sparkle.<br><br>But right now, she had to focus...&nbsp; Now, where was that damn room where she was told the necklace was?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 04:52:38</strong>
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				The house is massive.&nbsp; Set close to a hill it dominates the top part of it near the western section of the city of Nexus, however finding him should be very easy.<br><br>The wordless moaning of a young woman being claimed rather vigorously, echoes through the empty halls.&nbsp; Her whines and cries fill the air, although there's nothing from his end.<br><br>The man known as 'Yojimbo', an old word meaning bodyguard, looms over the pale female, her shining body telling of how long he's been working on her.&nbsp; But she accepts her fate, the pleasant sensations ripping through her tired frame, her eyes closed, the wordless noise spilling from her attractive lips.<br><br>Neither of them seem to be paying attention to anything other than each other, although the male doesn't seem to be half as tired as his 'victim'.&nbsp; He's taking her from behind as she rest on her hands and knees, enjoying the tightness, although the ease with each other says of how long they have been lovers.<br><br>The Orichalcum chain and pendant swings from his neck, glittering in the candle, as he hammers into the docile maid, her outfit strewn about the room...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 06:09:10</strong>
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				The sounds make it almost insanely easy for her to find the room, though it was almost maddening how creaky the damn place appeared to be, according to the baton.&nbsp; She was almost dancing across the floors, beaming.&nbsp; After all, this is the stuff that stories are made out of, a smiling shadow making off with a precious relic taken from a friend...&nbsp; It would have made her giggle, if she had been the sort to so close to a prize.<br><br>Once she got to the source, she took out a mirror and nudged it around the corner to look, and then stilled a sigh.&nbsp; Figures.&nbsp; Sex.&nbsp; At least he probably would doze off after sex...&nbsp; She might as well enjoy the show for a bit; not likely she was going to get laid much.&nbsp; Most people got turned off when she began rambling about her work and the last job she did.&nbsp; She got into a comfortable position to wait and squirm a little from her own arousal.&nbsp; She had enough self-control to keep herself from anything else that would lead her to making any sort of sound.<br><br>But damn, he...&nbsp; Well, there were the silver tattoos that gleamed all over him that kept her staring, that had to be the only thing that held her attention, what sort of ink would gleam like metal down such a back and...&nbsp; She shut her mouth, realizing she had not only been slack-jawed, but very slightly drooling.&nbsp; She carefully tilted the mirror to study his face, keeping her breath under control, and catching a glimpse of her goal... around his neck.<br><br>Crap.&nbsp; This was going to be hard... more difficult than she had thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 06:27:14</strong>
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				It doesn't take long for the girl to come to a climax, her body arching, her mouth making an O of pleasure!&nbsp; But he still doesn't stop, practically grinding the girl into the floor as the big 6' 7", bronzed and silver tattooed male keeps taking what he wants.&nbsp; The woman let's her head rest on the cloth bed resting on the floor, her voice a tad hoarse, but still making those cries.&nbsp; His right hand reaches to stroke the soaked cornsilk strands, while his left moves her hips for him.<br><br>And yet, another peak shudders through her frame soon enough!&nbsp; Luckily he's neared his end and with a jerking impalement he growl/grunts his seed into her.&nbsp; Slowly withdrawing, the home's master let's the poor doll down, who's panting as if she had spent the last day running from the closest village, or scaling a mountain.<br><br>After several minutes she wobbles up and bows to him, "Thank you, Master.&nbsp; Do you require me to stay for the night?"<br><br>He takes a deep breath, his face stern and shakes his head, "No, not tonight, little one."<br><br>The five foot woman seems somewhat disappointed, "As you desire, Master."<br><br>She gathers up her clothes, and turns back to him, slightly unsteadily, "Will you be requiring my services again, tomorrow?"<br><br>The thick curling, nearly back length golden brown mane of hair surround his strongly featured face bobs as he nods an ascent, "Aye, most likely."<br><br>Eyes widening in pleasure, although she tries to hide it, she bows and exits quickly wobbling the entire time.&nbsp; Yojimbo snorts, and then rolls onto his back, and with a great feline, teeth exposing yawn lays back getting ready to sleep...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 06:48:35</strong>
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				She is silent, waiting for him to doze off.&nbsp; Once he falls into slumber, she slips in, holding the baton before her, and almost hugging the wall to avoid any sort of sounds so close to the sleeping... well, this lion in his den.&nbsp; She creeps stealthily, moving as slowly as mist or fog, biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.&nbsp; The final part of this whole thing...&nbsp; Pity it was almost over.&nbsp; She had enjoyed watching him, but...&nbsp; There was a job to do.<br><br>As light as air, she toyed with the heavy clasp of the pendant, holding her breath as she was inches from him, her hands as steady as stone.&nbsp; Brown eyes lit up as it released, and inch by painful inch, she drew the pendant away, a hair's width from the man's golden skin and silver markings.&nbsp; Finally, she lifted the pendant victoriously, eying its beauty.&nbsp; No wonder the bastard had wanted it back so badly, it was almost as beautiful that the one who had just worn it.<br><br>That was when everything went down right to Malfeas.&nbsp; The pendant suddenly reflected a blazing golden light, as if the sun had decided to awake in the middle of the night, and to her horror, it was coming from her, and she was glowing so bright that there was no way anyone could sleep though it!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 06:53:15</strong>
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				His eyes snap open!&nbsp; The golden, feline sheen is startling bright as his face twists into a snarling feline roar.&nbsp; The white silver body art blazes almost as brightly as his enraged gaze.&nbsp; His powerful right hand lances up straight for your throat!<br><br>The warrior's mind snaps awake, <em>Who dares intrude into his home this time???</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 07:05:06</strong>
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				She throws herself back, holding the pendant to her chest, her other hand, holding the baton, flew upward, trying to shield the brilliant ring on her forehead.&nbsp; The light displays Smiling Shadow as a stocky yet lithe woman with brown eyes opened wide and her hair neatly braided and tightly bound against her scalp and masking its true length.&nbsp; The woman scrambles away, amazingly enough not slipping on any of the clothing still about, not bothering to test for boards.&nbsp; She has been discovered, this was the time to be her other half of her name... If she could get the damnable mark to shut off!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 07:09:25</strong>
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				The next thing that ripples through his system is a sense of familiarity.&nbsp; Something he thought he'd forgotten, like his name, but unlike it, comes back rushing in a flash!<br><br>"YOU!"&nbsp; He roars, but that moments hesitation is enough to give the intruder a bit of a head start.&nbsp; Shaking his head at the impossibility of his Bond coming back, he starts to lope easily through his home, knowing the paths and nooks by heart.<br><br>The form shifts and flows into a four legged form easily, allowing him to increase his speed!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 07:20:21</strong>
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				There was only one thing to do at this point, after witnessing him shift like that.&nbsp; Swear.&nbsp; "FUCK!"&nbsp; She breaks into a full run, forcing herself to not fall into a dead faint or void the contents of her bladder or bowels.&nbsp; Someone was going to have a knife shoved so up their asses that they would be tasting shit...&nbsp; If she survived this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 07:27:11</strong>
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				His padded feet easily thudded against the well worn boards of his home, he had to admit to get into his room, especially knowing exactly when he'd be distracted and to avoid all the boards to his room, she had to be good.&nbsp; Worthy of 'her'.<br><br>However, this whelp was new, and has little control over her new abilities.&nbsp; A leap, and a conscious resheathing of his claws has his 500 pounds of weight onto her back, he melts back to the 270lbs. Human form, arm pushing her into the floor, "That's the end of the road for you, little thief.<br><br>An inward sigh, this is going to be tricky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 07:34:04</strong>
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				"T-t-thief?"&nbsp; She struggled, just about to shout.&nbsp; "I am not a thief!&nbsp; I got asked and challenged to get that necklace back!"&nbsp; Like Hells was she going to admit that she had now begun thinking of keeping it herself.&nbsp; Something about its sun-warmth against her hand comforted her even as she flailed angrily at the insult.<br><br>"And what the hell are you to be calling me anything, you shape-shifting anathema!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 07:40:35</strong>
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				Removes his hand, only to replace it with his knee and calf, "Yes, thief.&nbsp; Because that little bauble is mine.&nbsp; Has been for the last several centuries."<br><br>"And Anathema is a title used by the true traitors.&nbsp; The Terrestrials, you might know them better as the 'Dragon-Blooded'," And why in Luna's name is telling her this?&nbsp; He should gut her before she uses those damn mind tricks on him again.&nbsp; Still, he looks over the athletic frame, she might have her uses.<br><br>"Besides, you are one too now, little Sun Child."<br><br>However, he has made no motion to reclaim the pendant, with it's sun dial amulet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 07:59:45</strong>
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				"Call the bastard who outright lied to me that then!"&nbsp; She stops struggling, blinking as her mind hits on his very last comment.&nbsp; Sun...child?&nbsp; Oh dear gods, Maidens of fate, Dragons, and every other divine being, how the hell did she end up as one of the very demons that she would take from?&nbsp; She clenches the pendant, other pieces coming together.&nbsp; She knew about orichalcum...&nbsp; And since she was a Solar, didn't that mean it sort of was hers?&nbsp; That would explain just why she was being so possessive all of a sudden, though her body completely relaxing, even with his foot on her back, had no reason she could think of.<br><br>Shadow stopped making any movements, shutting her eyes and trying not to melt or react anymore.&nbsp; He wasn't threatening to kill her, more of as if he was irate at her gall, yes, but not thinking of killing her.&nbsp; That had to be good...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 08:09:59</strong>
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				"Well, either way, there's the matter of the fact that you broke into my home to retrieve something that did not belong to you," He removes his weight off her body, and still makes no motion to reclaim said item.<br><br>He grabs the back of the catsuit and pulls the slim body up off the floor, Yojimbo walks back to the scene of the crime, his bedroom.&nbsp; Dropping the newly Exalted girl down he takes a seat, "Now then, how are you going to repay me for the indignity of having my sanctum invaded?"<br><br>The big leonine Lunar crosses his arms and looks appropriately imperious, as if he's the Lord of this castle.&nbsp; He wonders if this will actually work.&nbsp; She doesn't seem to remember how to do most of the mind bending magics, at least yet.&nbsp; And this time he's ready for them.&nbsp; He hopes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 08:25:39</strong>
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				"Um... Other than saying sorry?"&nbsp; She gives the best innocent smile she can, sitting straight up, staring at him with wide eyes, the chain of the pendant still in her hand, with no thought of giving it up.&nbsp; In fact, she was somewhat fiddling with it, though her eyes remain on the man before her.&nbsp; Her smile fades for once and she begins to gnaw on her lip nervously, her hands twisting.&nbsp; "Honestly, I have no idea.&nbsp; How the hell was I to know?&nbsp; Even the brightest can be killed, if they can't read the Old Realm for 'gas trap.'"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 08:33:36</strong>
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				He snorts, "Well, luckily for you, I have no plans of killing you.&nbsp; However, I do expect some sort of recompensation for the discomfort you've inflicted on me."<br><br>The brown eyes flick over your frame as he says this.&nbsp; Maybe he'll let her keep the bauble, it's more useful to her anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 08:44:54</strong>
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				"All I did was wake you up."&nbsp; Shadow blinks, trying to keep her face from burning, hugging the pendant in her hands.&nbsp; "S-sir."&nbsp; The last is added nervously again, looking years younger than before.&nbsp; "Why would you be that upset over that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 19:22:11</strong>
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				The tall owner rolls his eyes, typical always trying to escape the responsibility of their actions.&nbsp; Just like he once did...&nbsp; A sigh, "It's not just what you did, it's your intent."<br><br>A pause, and then he nods to the object in your hand, "Want to keep that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 19:48:30</strong>
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				"It's orichalcum."&nbsp; She states simply, finally looking down at it, studying the pale lavender stone within it by the light of her forehead.&nbsp; "Isn't that the metal of anat... of what I am?"&nbsp; Shadow took out the small mirror to look at her brow, to find out just what sort of...&nbsp; Sun child she was.&nbsp; "Meaning, it's mine more of on birthright?"&nbsp; She frowns again, eying the reflection bright enough to almost hurt her eyes, but it let her see a perfect ring of light.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wretched..."&nbsp; Big surprise there, she supposed, referring to the title that the symbol represented to Immaculates and most thinking mortals.&nbsp; A woman named Smiling Shadow given to a... well, turned into a demon that had sulked in the shadows, so horrific that it could not bear the sun's light.&nbsp; Someone had a sense of poetic humor.&nbsp; "Um... am I going to turn into anything strange or bizarre?"&nbsp; She could just hear the high note of worry in her voice.&nbsp; She <em>liked</em> people, and how she looked.&nbsp; She didn't want to be a monster...&nbsp; Her hand clenched the pendant worriedly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 19:58:01</strong>
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				He blinks and then laughs, a loud booming sound and then settles into a chuckle, "Oh, how I forgot the beginning stages of Exaltation..."<br><br>The expression softens slightly, "No, the only time you're going to change outwardly is if you want to, or if you have the right tricks.&nbsp; Inwardly, however, that will depend."<br><br>He stands up in the spartan room and picks up his swords, which he knocked over during the chase.&nbsp; The three equal length blades are set into the stand, before he sits down again, "Now then, there are two things we need to address here.&nbsp; Having you take responsibility for your recent actions, and training you to get used to your new abilities."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 20:04:56</strong>
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				"... Training?"&nbsp; Shadow gives him a look as his laughter tugs at her.&nbsp; How could someone have <em>this</em> much of an effect on her?&nbsp; He was...&nbsp; pure power, and when he was studying her, she couldn't help to squirm.&nbsp; Her back had stiffened when he had begun picking up the swords, but relaxed again after it was obvious what he was doing. Anyways, she knew she couldn't get away at this point.&nbsp; <br><br>"And just how will I change when it does happen?"&nbsp; Another worried squeak to her voice, toying with the chain that was feeling more and more familiar as she played with it, as if she had had it for many, many years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 20:41:15</strong>
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				"Yes, training.&nbsp; You need discipline," If he's going to be stuck with 'her' again, this time it'll be on his terms.&nbsp; His powerful arms cross again, "And you need focus."<br><br>The loose bed top slides off his left shoulder, and he adjusts it back over, "So the next step is up to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 20:55:35</strong>
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				"You would do that for someone who got duped into stealing something and turned in... something... just like that?"&nbsp; She blinks, a wan smile on her face, forever the smiling half of her name.&nbsp; "I'm sort of stuck in the middle of a crossroads without a map, you know?"&nbsp; A bitter and nervous twitter came out of her mouth.&nbsp; "It's very apparent I have no idea about what's happening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 22:03:30</strong>
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				A snort, "Well, the problem is my conscience.&nbsp; You see, although I'm pretty accepting of the fact that you are now a Solar Exalt, most people outside my home won't.&nbsp; And if I let you out of here, little butterfly, you will be squashed, especially as you are now."<br><br>He tilts his head, "So, to make sure you have something of a chance out there, I'm going to have to make sure you are prepared."<br><br>A large intake of breath that causes his broad shoulders and torso to expand, "However, I'm going to need something from you in return."<br><br>Now to see what her reply is...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 22:11:25</strong>
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				Shadow gives him another worried look, biting her lip and fiddling with the pendant.&nbsp; "... Just what would that something be?"&nbsp; She felt very, very tiny compared to him, and just... less of everything.&nbsp; Outmaneuvered, outmatched, outdone.&nbsp; Well, at least she wasn't going to die. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 22:41:48</strong>
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				Yojimbo smirks, and decides that maybe it's time to up the ante, "Obedience and servitude.&nbsp; I need to know that you'll obey my commands when they're most important."<br><br>His gaze rakes your lithe, svelte frame rather openly, this time.&nbsp; But his expression is completely neutral, as he does this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 22:54:04</strong>
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				Her eyes widen as she bites her lip.&nbsp; "For how long?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 23:11:14</strong>
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				Smoothly he stands and shrugs again, "As long as necessary, maybe a week, a year or forever, who knows what the future will bring."<br><br>"The choice in this is yours.&nbsp; Remember though, I will be holding you to it, if you agree," He strips off the robe, "However, while you do this, I am feeling the need for a bath."<br><br>He doesn't feel the need to tell her that can easily track her down should she decide to run away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 23:59:49</strong>
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				She blinks again, and just curls up in the bed, looking away from him before he was nude, ignoring the smell of sex that was now in her face.&nbsp; She had already seen him nude anyways, well, partly.&nbsp; No need to see more, with more important things to ponder, such as the lifespan.&nbsp; Forever?&nbsp; Did they really live for that long?&nbsp; How old <em>was</em> he?&nbsp; If he was that powerful, he had to be ancient, it could help her with becoming a better scavenger lord...&nbsp; Or something else if she wanted.<br><br>She took a deep breath, another wave of deja vu rushing though her head, trying to focus.&nbsp; However, the shock of it all, and the fact that somehow, the man made her almost into putty, as if pushing away every thought of worry or fear, was making her exhausted and wanting to sleep.&nbsp; Would he mind terribly if she did fall asleep?&nbsp; At this point, she couldn't care less.&nbsp; She curled up fully into a ball and just dozed off without any sort of answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>24-02-2008, 00:45:15</strong>
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				With a great sigh he settles in the bath, the small blonde having been awoken to attend to him.&nbsp; Which she does, happily in between yawns.&nbsp; Now how to break it to her?&nbsp; She's been loyal for the last 6 years, allowing him all sorts of liberties, that normal help wouldn't put up with.<br><br>"Jennicka?"&nbsp; Well, ever since the fall oh so long ago, he promised himself no more secrets, no more lies, and seeing as this is important enough to mention it, he'll have to do so.<br><br>"Yes, master?"&nbsp; She yawns again, and blushes, "Forgive me, Master.&nbsp; I will submit to any punishments you deem suitable for not being properly awake or attentive."<br><br>"It's not that.&nbsp; We have a guest," That gets her attention.<br><br>"Oh?&nbsp; Where is he staying, and is there anything in particular I must do?"&nbsp; The small, petite woman's thoughts immediately go to how she can best serve.<br><br>"She, and she may be joining you in your duties,"<br><br>"Master?&nbsp; Have I displeased you?&nbsp; Do I require more training?" The tiny girl looks distraught.<br><br>"No, you have not.&nbsp; Quite the opposite.&nbsp; I...&nbsp; I owe this one," He sighs and runs his hands through the long gold brown hair that's matted to his skull.<br><br>"Oh, it's a debt, then?&nbsp; You will not be sending my worthless self away?"&nbsp; The soft tone gets lower.<br><br>"No, you will stay, but I ask you put with her, understand?"&nbsp; His tone gets stern, and she snaps up in obedience.<br><br>"Yes, Master!" Jennicka seems happy once more, and begins to scrub his back with vigour and affection.<br><br>'Yojimbo' Golden Haunt of the Savahna wonders what exactly he's gotten himself into this time.<br><br><div align="center">****</div><br>The morning comes and the man of the house sits against the wall, one of the two handed slashing weapons resting vertically on his shoulder and chest making like a warrior ready for battle, as he looks onto his newest visitor.<br><br>He let's her rest till she's done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>24-02-2008, 00:56:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Foreign beds weren't new to her.&nbsp; After all, she had been in countless inns, and every bed was different.&nbsp; The unfamiliar smell was what reminded her of what had happened.&nbsp; The light, getting caught...&nbsp; She bolted up, and rolled to the edge of the bed, catching herself to get to her feet in a defensive position, the pendant in her hand.&nbsp; This didn't look to be good, even as her face blazed red.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>24-02-2008, 01:02:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blonde serving girl uses that as the perfect to entire with breakfast.&nbsp; Both on wooden platters, with the male getting served first.&nbsp; She bows and vanishes into the depths of the home, her long robes swishing across the floor, the creaking softening with each step.<br><br>"I see that you're awake,"&nbsp; Yoji blinks, "I never caught your name, little...&nbsp; One."<br><br>"I'm Yojimbo," He introduces himself first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>24-02-2008, 01:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I didn't let my name out."&nbsp; She grins, shrugging.&nbsp; "People call me Smiling Shadow, though."&nbsp; She looks down at the food and waits for him to begin eating first.&nbsp; She knew little of proper manners, but still, it sounded polite to be patient.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>24-02-2008, 01:11:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He motions for her to eat, as he starts on his meal.&nbsp; After a few bites the tall warrior asks, "Have you decided yet?"<br><br>The utensils are placed down as he waits for the reply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>24-02-2008, 01:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took a deep breath, holding her fork in hand.&nbsp; "You did say I probably would get squished out there, and you know a lot more than me on this..."&nbsp; Another deep breath, and she slowly nods her agreement.&nbsp; Something was telling her to be grateful, protection, education, and it wasn't exactly bound by anything but...&nbsp; okay, it was backed by something that scared her half-witless, but it wasn't anything that bad, was it?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>24-02-2008, 05:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Finish eating, then we start,"&nbsp; The massive fellow goes back to eating his food, idly watching Smiling Shadow to gage her reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>24-02-2008, 05:42:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She almost bolts down the meal, a nervous reaction that she reined in about halfway though the food, slowing down in an attempt to keep herself from getting sick, taking sips of water and not looking at his handsome face.&nbsp; Once she was finally done, she slipped the pendant over her head and around her neck, adjusting the heavy metal to settle comfortably just above her breasts, almost a leaden reminder of just what got her in this situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 22:34:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once finished and the plates are removed, Yoji leads her to a central rear courtyard, where the gardens are.&nbsp; Massive lush Eastern trees and flowers dominate small squares in between piles of rocks and paths.<br><br>"Sit," He points to the edge of the porch leading to the yard, "Time for a few questions."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 22:36:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She plops down with little grace, and then looks up at him expectedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 22:43:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amused and actually pleased, Yojimbo smiles at her, "Now then, outside of the obvious, what are your skills, what are you good at?"<br><br>The 6' 7" male looks really relaxed, like a Lion in his den as he asks this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 22:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Reading?"&nbsp; Shadow toys with the pendant, "I'm not too good with social affairs, I'd rather leave it up to people who like that sort of thing.&nbsp; I'd rather be off in the wilderness, cold, wet, and lost than at some party."&nbsp; Part of her felt disgruntled at the thought of comparing the two, but she shook it off.&nbsp; "At least I know what to do in the former situation.&nbsp; I know how to fight a bit, with knives, and to run..."<br><br>She falls backwards to look up at the wooden ceiling.&nbsp; "Sneaking too, but yeah, that's obvious.&nbsp; You have far too many creaky floors, by the way.&nbsp; Mainly stuff that a scavenger lord needs to know to survive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 23:00:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A nod, "I see, well no worries on the social aspect, I am well versed in that and will deal with it."<br><br>He idly wonders what sort of 'bed skills' she has, as now that he has his reincarnated in his grasp, he's going to enjoy the control for as long as possible.&nbsp; Yojimbo wonders how to breach that subject though.&nbsp; The topless Lion Totem Lunar tilts his head, "What do you know of the outside world?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 23:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Define the outside."&nbsp; She shrugs, shutting her eyes to avoid gaping at him and losing her train of thought.&nbsp; "I mean, I know how Nexus works, and customs of gods and stuff, and that running about certain areas is a bad idea when you are not armed and being all bright and shiny is a way to get the Realm on you.&nbsp; I know my history a bit too, though according to you, what I know is probably a crock..."&nbsp; Again a grinning shrug.&nbsp; "And most guys tend to get bored to death when I go off on a tangent about what ruins I have been to and what stupid crap I have done."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 23:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So no male or female in your life?&nbsp; Odd."&nbsp; A shrug, "As for history, well, the only wrong aspects of the history is how the Immaculate Faith presents what really happened.&nbsp; And that there's a faction that seems to have completely disappeared.&nbsp; Ironically, like myself."<br><br>He stretches out lazily, his great sculpted body popping slightly at the grand, and apparently subconscious gesture.&nbsp; The little blonde servant who's never too far to serve him seems visibly affected be the motions, her cheeks going slightly pink, from her position behind him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 23:19:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's the point?&nbsp; I have to worry about them, if I go off, and most people don't stand for someone being more interested in something else."&nbsp; She opens one eye slightly, frowning slightly.&nbsp; "What... faction?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 23:43:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Back in, almost an Eon ago, the great order was disrupted.&nbsp; The First Age was one of wonders, of great achievements and great disasters.&nbsp; However, near the end, it was decided that the Followers of the Sun God and their allies, those of us who worship the Moon Goddess, were deemed dangerous and had to be locked and destroyed."<br><br>Leaning back, letting the morning sun hit his bare skin, the owner of the mansion continues, "History, as written in the Blessed Ilse, or so I'm led to believe, tells of the Dragonbloods rising up against their masters, the Solars, and defeating them in mass battles.&nbsp; Sadly, that is an outright lie.&nbsp; Terrestrials are much weaker than us, we're gifted with being better, stronger, faster, save that unlike them we don't have the bloodlines to keep our exaltations going.&nbsp; However, we live much longer lives.&nbsp; But there were 4 great followers of the Gods.&nbsp; One of which seems to have vanished from all the records.&nbsp; The true masterminds behind the poisoning.&nbsp; And yes, they were so afraid that they gather all of us for a banquet and poisoned us."<br><br>"When my partner died, I faked it as well, although it was a near thing.&nbsp; I am immune to all known poisons, something I pick up early in my career as a warrior, but the food was laced with an almost insidious method behind it.&nbsp; Too smooth to be mere Dragonblooded."<br><br>"Some Sun Children escaped.&nbsp; Most of the Lunars went into the Wyld and hid out there, myself being one of them."&nbsp; He pauses and gauges your reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 23:49:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, they all died..."&nbsp; She shrugs.&nbsp; "Don't see how that involves me and how I got pegged with being one.&nbsp; Their dead spirits angry or something?&nbsp; I know that's why the tombs were made...&nbsp; And you keep talking about Exaltations and being locked away."&nbsp; Her eyes are shut as she listens, barely moving.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>27-02-2008, 00:01:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Open your eyes when I speak to you, it's rude.&nbsp; I may have to punish you for it," He glares at you, "Well, here's how it works. When a Solar or Lunar dies, whatever it is that makes up their power jumps to another person.&nbsp; Usually, their reincarnation.&nbsp; History comes and goes in cycles, and the old religions also claimed that the soul is the same way.&nbsp; However, that doesn't mean you ARE the person you once were, just that your essence once held this power and thus are suited to accept the abilities.&nbsp; A sort of a way to start over, to become better than what you were."<br><br>A sigh, "As for the imprisonment, I'm not entirely sure what happened.&nbsp; After the Great Betrayal, I would assume that the last faction, the ones that were called the Siderials would have a way of stopping this cycle, and until about 5 to 10 years ago, they did.&nbsp; And as always did more damage in the process."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>27-02-2008, 00:16:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She opens her eyes, frowning slightly.&nbsp; "So, I pretty much ended up getting someone's, and became this.&nbsp; Does it happen right when they die?"&nbsp; With a yawn, she rubs her eyes and adjusts so she is basking in the sunlight.&nbsp; "So, I am a different person, I know that.&nbsp; You said something about a partner?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>27-02-2008, 00:36:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another stretching motion, "Not quite.&nbsp; The norm is jumping about 2 generations before the same essence is reused.&nbsp; However, there have been cases where a total stranger has gotten memories that weren't their own."<br><br>A nod, but he pauses not quite sure how to word this without giving her an edge.&nbsp; The last thing he wants is to be under the thumb of a maniacal seductress, again, "Yes, partners.&nbsp; The Sun and Moon Exalts were originally paired off to counterbalance each other."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>27-02-2008, 00:42:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, mine is probably very much the courtier, huh?"&nbsp; She grins dryly, and then sighing.&nbsp; "So, Luna and Sol pick who get who?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>27-02-2008, 00:50:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another nod, "In this case, apparently, I am to be both the Mentor as well as Protector.&nbsp; But as I said, I expect complete obedience in return."<br><br>Now that this is out of the way, Yojimbo wonders what he should do next...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>27-02-2008, 00:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs, understanding.&nbsp; This was going to be something of a headache, and then something occurred to her, and she sits up, looking at him before shaking her head and lying down again.&nbsp; Couldn't...&nbsp; Could it?&nbsp; There were too many questions in her head, and she was more concerned about other things.&nbsp; "What can your kind do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>27-02-2008, 19:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Me?&nbsp; Well, my abilities allow me to shape my form in several differing ways.&nbsp; You've seen my animal form, the Lion.&nbsp; I am also a fighter, skilled in multiple forms of combat, to which I have a war form, a combination of my Lion and Human shape.&nbsp; It increases my size and strength," Yojimbo explains with another arm stretching yawn.&nbsp; The muscles shift and slide under his tattooed bronze flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>28-02-2008, 00:28:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that would explain why you caught me that fast."&nbsp; She sighs again, rubbing her temples.&nbsp; "Are you just a fighter?&nbsp; Is that all you can teach me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>28-02-2008, 00:40:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small laugh, "No, I have other uses."<br><br>The maid, whose still nearby, looks away blushing.&nbsp; But the Master of the House ignores her squirming, "One thousand years of wandering has taught me several trades, from stealth and assassination to leadership and tactics.&nbsp; I also know how to deal with high society and it's foibles, although I prefer not to have to deal with such duplicity.&nbsp; I've also spent centuries exploring and collecting various lores.&nbsp; The one think I cannot do, as I have no real patience for, is sorcery."<br><br>Yojimbo stares into Smiling Shadow's face, "I can probably teach you anything you'd like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>28-02-2008, 00:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her face pouted for a moment, at the thought of all of the lessons she could learn, she would be unable to learn sorcery... for the time being, but at the thought of more lore wiped the sulking expression from her face.&nbsp; "What sort of lore?&nbsp; And what about tactics?"&nbsp; She looks up, almost childlike with glee and curiosity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>28-02-2008, 00:59:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lore?&nbsp; All sorts, actually, from several differing kingdoms, cultures, habits, species.&nbsp; Some are long gone, other's changed.&nbsp; I have a library of sorts, where I've collected a fair bit of my knowledge.&nbsp; As for tactics, well, being a Warrior, I focus mainly on small unit, but I do and have led an army before," Well, a barbarian horde, a slight smirk, a well organized and large horde, but in the end not exactly Blessed Realm army.<br><br>He crosses his arms and looks the smaller woman over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>28-02-2008, 01:15:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling Shadow's eyes were wide and her mouth open with a somewhat slack jaw, now on her stomach.&nbsp; "I don't know much about war, just the things I overhear mercenaries talk about when they are all drunk.&nbsp; But what kingdoms, what cultures?&nbsp; Anything about the Shogunate?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>28-02-2008, 02:30:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blinks, "Well...&nbsp; Most of them.&nbsp; I have some stuff on the Shogunate, although I really didn't spend much time in the mainlands.&nbsp; I was out fighting for my sanity during that 'Crusade' the Fae started.&nbsp; As for Lore, I have locations of hidden shrines, assuming no one found them by now..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>28-02-2008, 07:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It depends on their location and accessibility, really.&nbsp; If there are lots of traps, like the tombs here in Nexus, they may be safe...&nbsp; But if they are clear, it's like they are wider than the legs of the River Whore."&nbsp; Her face flushes slightly using the vulgar language.&nbsp; "And crusade?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>28-02-2008, 08:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The massive Lunar smirks at your off colour comment but continues, "I have the locations, I've never been there.&nbsp; Well, not to most of them."<br><br>"The...&nbsp; Balorian Crusade, I think...&nbsp; I was pretty much out of it during that century," His mind rebels at the memory of the randomness and chaos that time was associated, "It's the cause of the Shogunate, I think."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>28-02-2008, 09:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The cause?"&nbsp; Her nose wrinkled.&nbsp; "Isn't the Uprising the cause of it?"&nbsp; She knew that what made it fell hard was the Great Contagion...&nbsp; "Balorian Crusade, huh?&nbsp; You said you didn't remember when it was?&nbsp; Or just what happened in that century?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 08:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The Wyld does funny things to people, my dear, losing a sense of time is a small part of it.&nbsp; When that little Dragonblood found the Sword of the Celestials defense system that, I believe was the start of the Shogunate.&nbsp; Seeing as it was a rather dangerous time for all involved, I spent most of my time up where it was safe,"&nbsp; He snorts at the mindbending hell he had to endure before he got his tattoos, "Well, as safe as possible during that time."<br><br>A smooth standing motion and stretches out in the morning sun, a very feline motion, followed with a massive yawn.&nbsp; Then Yojimbo looks at the 5' 5" woman beside him, "Now then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 08:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now then why?&nbsp; Are we just to lay about all day with things to be explained?"&nbsp; If he was telling the truth, he could answer many of her questions, though it'd take years to answer.&nbsp; "Where is the library/"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 23:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No more lazing about," A small grin on his face as he notes the question, "The library is in the center of my home, but I think after what you tried to do, you'll have to 'earn' access to it."<br><br>A quirk of his eyebrow suggests something about his plans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>02-03-2008, 02:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"... How?"&nbsp; Shadow looks up at him somewhat distrustfully, eyes narrowing.&nbsp; She slowly gets up from her prone position, still keeping eye contact, trying to ignore any other reaction on his regal features.&nbsp; Not likely she was going to run, but just what sort of ideas was he thinking about doing to her... or make her do to him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 00:49:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The tiny maid gives hip the robe she has in hands and he puts it on smoothly, oddly it has a butterfly pattern in blues and greens, a calming colour scheme.&nbsp; Another stretch as he motions for Shadow to follow him.<br><br>"I'm assuming you saw what I tend to do in the evenings," A slight smile crosses his face, "I am not going to do this for 'free' you know.&nbsp; If you're going to be under my tutelage, I need some sort of recompensation, and that includes access to my library."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 02:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadow snorts very softly, grinning awkwardly behind his back as she smoothly stands and follows him.&nbsp; "Understood."&nbsp; She bites her grinning lip again as she follows, trying to keep silent.&nbsp; She couldn't complain about well... being bedded, and after seeing what had happened, she was grateful she wasn't a virgin.&nbsp; That would have <em>hurt</em> with what she had seen of how he handled sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 03:59:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you a virgin?" Yojimbo asks suddenly as he leads you into the depths of his home.&nbsp; There seems to be a lot of empty rooms, although several have been changed into dojos, but those are unoccupied as well.<br><br>The styling of the house is very reminiscent of the Realm, if all the history books are accurate, sliding doors, wood construction and flooring.&nbsp; And apparently, he's uncaring about how much noise he makes as the floors creak and protest under him.&nbsp; Several moments he comes to a set of doors unlike the rest in the house, oaken carved one's designed to swing outwards.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 04:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Does it matter?"&nbsp; Shadow snaps before covering her mouth for the rude comment.&nbsp; "Sorry.&nbsp; No, I am not."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 04:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He doesn't say it, but in his mind that little outburst earned her a punishment.&nbsp; Pulling out a key from a pocket in his sleeves, the large muscular male opens the door.<br><br>Inside are books upon books, and even more are smaller articles ranging from scrolls and parchments to wall hangings and tapestries.&nbsp; There's a stairway leading down to the actual ground and ladder arrays that roll along each two story shelf.<br><br>The center of the room is a desk with a blotter, quill and wax sealed ink pot, and several sheets of blank paper.&nbsp; There is also a chair made of the same dark stained mahogany material.<br><br>"This is the sum of all the knowledge I've gathered, how much of this is accurate, I'll have to find out some day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 04:37:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her jaw drops a little, but she doesn't move from the doorway, swaying slightly as her eyes flicked about.&nbsp; She would have shrieked normally with glee at the sight of half as many books, but this...&nbsp; And she had the chance to be able to read them all... struck her dumb.&nbsp; Shadow didn't notice her hand clutching the door handle, trying to relearn to breathe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 04:41:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on in.&nbsp; However, as I said, you'll have to earn the privilege to read any of these," The male baritone says.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 06:43:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She steps in after taking a deep breath, looking around with a hint of reverence.&nbsp; "It... it must have taken you decades to get so many..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 07:29:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He rolls his eyes, "I've had a near thousand years to myself, mostly, what do you think?"<br><br>Then he strides over to his desk, "Come here and strip naked, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 08:56:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Solar gulps, peeling off her gloves and other accessories efficiently, and then her main clothes, folding them primly before setting them down on the floor.&nbsp; <em>You are fine, you aren't going to die...&nbsp; And it isn't that cold...</em>&nbsp; It was just enough for her skin to develop the faintest hint of goosebumps as she walks forward without any sort of skill.&nbsp; She hadn't bothered removing the necklace's already comforting weight hanging just in between her breasts, feeling it sway gently.<br><br>Compared to... whatever Yojimbo was, Shadow felt almost pathetically weak.&nbsp; She was smaller, more slender... but what was one to expect?&nbsp; As he had said, he was almost a thousand years old, and had apparently devoted himself to war.&nbsp; Smiling Shadow had spent most of her twenty-something years within or seeking tombs of what were now her kin, running away from deathtraps, or, if she was lucky, her nose in a dusty old book.&nbsp; It was a way to train one's mind, but not their social skills or body.<br><br>She stopped a few feet away from him, arms at her side and color appearing at her cheeks.&nbsp; With a small adjustment and a shake of her head, she undid the braid in her dark-brown hair, letting it cover her nipples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 00:42:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The 6 and half foot blond warrior male slips his muscled arms out of the long billowing sleeves of his outfit, shaking the cloth down to his waist.&nbsp; The bronzed skin shifts as he approaches Shadow and looks her over.&nbsp; Right down to walking around slender frame.<br><br>Not quite as pretty as the original, he muses, but that may change once the power settles into it's new home.&nbsp; Still, very nice indeed.&nbsp; Putting the papers and pen away into a drawer, he then silently points to the desk...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 01:08:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She silently walks to the desk, stopping just shy of hitting it, her head tilted downward slightly as she took quiet breaths to calm her heart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 01:20:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking behind her, he draws a long silken sash and takes her arms, having come prepared.&nbsp; Binding her wrists to her opposite elbows, the Lunar coaxes his 'guest' to bend over the table.&nbsp; His touch caresses the curled hair, drawing the rich brown over her smooth shoulders.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 02:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Oh god, this sort of game?</em>&nbsp; Shadow thinks with a hint of worry as she complies, still maintaining slow measured breaths as she flattened her breasts against the cool wood and adjusted her wrists for the sake of comfort.&nbsp; Even with focusing on her breath and relaxing at his touch again, her face was flushed slightly at being exposed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 22:25:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Although the golden warrior doesn't show it, he's startled at how compliant his former Bondmate is.&nbsp; Either she's naturally submissive, or she's as affected by the bond as he is.&nbsp; His big hands caress the pale flesh under him, stroking and massaging her young rear, barely resisting the urge to run her through right here and now.&nbsp; The Lunar's fingers bite into her firm rear, the thumbs pulling the netherlips apart...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 23:43:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took a sharp breath, tensing somewhat at the roughness of his hands, though after a few moments, she bit her lip and forced herself to relax.&nbsp; Her sex twitched slightly at the direct touch and Shadow rested her forehead on the wood.&nbsp; He had asked for complete obedience on this, and she already knew how powerful he was.&nbsp; She didn't want to find out just what would happen if she got him angry again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>06-03-2008, 00:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yojimbo removes his touch long enough to drop his robes, letting the silvery tattoos glint off the low lights in the room, a counterpoint to his darker tone.&nbsp; The fingers go back to exploring the girl beneath him, sincerely enjoying the feel, while ignoring the look of jealousy coming from the door by a small blonde.&nbsp; He tries to get Shadow to relax a bit more, the digits probing the inner passage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>06-03-2008, 01:02:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moans softly, shutting her eyes to remove a sense from distracting her from the sensations.&nbsp; It felt... <em>nice</em> to be touched, pleasant enough to quicken her breaths.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>06-03-2008, 01:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This will be easier.&nbsp; Not as much work required, he nods to himself, as the Lunar strokes the soft female core slowly.&nbsp; He places his 'weapon' at her entrance, but let's it rest there as the hands keep doing their not quite rough work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>06-03-2008, 03:13:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Solar let out a muffled gasp at the heat just before her lips, squeezing her eyes shut as she unconsciously lifted her hips up.&nbsp; Something was... off, familiar but off.&nbsp; The closest sensation was when she entered a tavern that she had been in before, but the fixtures had been moved.&nbsp; Either way...&nbsp; She squirmed again, her nails biting down on her skin as her patience began to very slowly fray.&nbsp; <em>Just what was so arousing about him that I'm so wet so easily?&nbsp; It takes a lot more normally...</em>&nbsp; The fluttering memories of other times that she had been bedded didn't help her body from shuddering slightly, even the one time she had agreed to allow a Dragonblooded to use a vine to do something of the same position as she was didn't have the same... edge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>06-03-2008, 03:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The big cat shifter pushes his way firmly, the moment he notes her body's eagerness.&nbsp; Slowly driving into her smaller frame, the large paws grasp her hips moving with forceful and long strokes.&nbsp; A purr of appreciation escapes him as he begins to lay claim on the little Solar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>06-03-2008, 03:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A shocked moan rippled from her lips, turning her face to rest one of her burning red cheeks on the wood, her gasps high and breathy with each thrust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>06-03-2008, 04:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Placing a splayed hand onto the small of her back, the male repeatedly thrusts into the slim and docile female underneath him.&nbsp; The newly freed grasp laces the fingers through her brown, braid curled strands and lifts it only to drop back on her spine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>07-03-2008, 07:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She arches her body, trying to move with him, even a little to win friction, her lips parted slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>07-03-2008, 22:29:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The heavy grasp moves to Shadow's shoulder and waist, moving the lithe, yet somewhat stocky from in time with his own hard motions.&nbsp; The master of the house works her over with solid thrusts as he pulls her back easily off the warming wood surface.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>08-03-2008, 10:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A hard shudder ran up her spine, and Shadow quietly allows the liquid heat rush out around her, legs almost buckling as she comes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 00:40:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Placing both hands onto the woman's shoulders and using that to keep her bouncing along him as he hammers away, the small part of Yojimbo's brain that's still aware of his surroundings is startled at how quickly Shadow climaxed.&nbsp; Part of his 'endurance' originally was because She was nigh insatiable, meaning it took a long time before she had enough.&nbsp; He's going to have to get used to this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AstraKiseki</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 18:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another groan came out of Shadow's lips, torn in between demanding him to stop or pleading for more.&nbsp; Instead she bit down on her lip again, forcing herself to neither protest or beg as she tried to puzzle out if which request was to be said in which way.&nbsp; And all of the while, her body kept reacting and arching.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Turned Tables (Chris Brady, Astra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 23:31:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very nice, girl, very nice indeed," He purrs as one half of the touch slides under the chest to play with a modest, firm and average sized breast, lifting her left side up slightly.&nbsp; The large fingers roll and play, as he keeps moving the brunette back and forth.&nbsp; His mind enjoying the soft tightness she gives herself to him, something he's not used from his former Mate.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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