The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey & Neroon)
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				Title: <strong>The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 17:28:53</strong>
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				The Whip and The Scotsman was not the usual pub, even in this age of idiosyncratic bar names.&nbsp; While it was situated in one of the less prestigious areas of the city, it was by no means in a slum; it's somewhat specialised clientele would never have stood for that.&nbsp; It was in a perfectly unusual region and, despite its name, seemed like any of the other bars to be found in the city, a little taste of Olde Englande, for the jaded drinker.&nbsp; Indeed, if one were to enter "The Whip" as it's regulars called it, one would see all of the accoutrements of an English tavern: long dark wood bar with wide selection of ales, darts board and jukebox.<br><br>Of course, the atmosphere in The Whip would unsettle all but the very specialised kind of person that was the bar's typical patron.&nbsp; Eyes would swivel in the sudden silence that greeted a newcomer's arrival to observe the unfortunate mortal that might dare to venture into the darkened interior.&nbsp; The silence would become oppressive and the interloper would leave.&nbsp; Every time.&nbsp; The longest anyone had ever lasted was three minutes and forty-two seconds.&nbsp; It was <em>that </em>kind of oppressive atmosphere.<br><br>When the unfortunate interloper fled with his metaphorical tail between his legs, the patrons all too real tails would gradually become apparent.&nbsp; So too would other inhuman bodily features: fangs, horns, hooves (cloven of course) and even, in some cases, wings.&nbsp; The Whip was the watering hole of choice for the city's demon community.&nbsp; Here they could come and let their horns up, as they put it.&nbsp; Here they could relax from the effort of maintaining a human form that was required elsewhere in the city.&nbsp; No doubt, their angelic counterparts had a similar gathering place, where they could sip tea and indulge in other refined pursuits, but the denizens of The Whip didn't care.&nbsp; This was there place and they guarded it fiercely.<br><br>It was on a Tuesday night in the Whip that it began.&nbsp; Eleazar, a moderately successful incubus, was sat at the bar.&nbsp; He was drinking whiskey and he seemed to glow.&nbsp; Indeed, to demonic eyes he didn't just seem to glow but he actually glowed; obviously a mortal woman had fallen prey to his charms and he couldn't help but radiate a little of the life-force that he had taken from her.&nbsp; He shook his head, letting his luxuriant hair waft around his shoulders.&nbsp; His wings were furled and his horns poked cheekily out of the dark thatch of his hair.&nbsp; He wore a well cut suit- well cut indeed, to allow his wings egress and he was regaling the blood red barman with the tale of how he had seduced the wife of a well-known televangelist.<br><br>"See," he declaimed, "I'm definitely doing the most to further the Infernal Agenda here.&nbsp; I reckon that it won't be long before I'm called to serve in New York or maybe LA.&nbsp; After all it's there that the real corruption is to be done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 18:48:53</strong>
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				The door to the ladies room gave a soft squeak as it swung back open, and a young-in-appearance succubus padded out with a rather neutral expression locked onto her features.&nbsp; Her wavy, flame-red hair hung in a sheen of glossy locks down over her shoulders, and across her back between the pair of rather well taken care of leathery wings that were furled in a lazy, relaxed fashion behind her.&nbsp; The supple softness of the leathery skin indicated just how good of care she took of herself, powdered and dusted with such a fine sheen of silver dust that the sheer glow which hovered about her carried a sultry tang.&nbsp; The emerald of her eyes clashed pleasingly with her otherwise crimson endowments, and a thin, serpentine tail of the same crimson of her wings curled lightly up behind her, betraying her otherwise stony expression, the cat-like pleasure in her posture evident.&nbsp; It had been a good night for her.<br><br>With a feline grace she made her way up to the bar, seeking a stool upon which to plant herself for a time until she either discovered a pleasant companion for conversation, or became bored and left.&nbsp; It would seem that the only place left that wasn't full was next to the young Eleazar.&nbsp; Her nose wrinkled slightly in distaste as she listened briefly to his boasts, and gave a minute shake of her head before sitting down.&nbsp; Rather idly she twisted a lock of hair out of the way of the sleekly gleaming silver horns that curled back and followed the direction of her hair.&nbsp; She delicately picked a small mote of dust from her porcelain-like skin, smoothing down lines of her blouse beneath the red and black silk of her corset.&nbsp; Daintily picked red flowers on a background of black set against her skin and accentuating her features only served to help, and the gleaming little crystal at her throat glowed with the light of the soul trapped within it, stolen today with ease.<br><br>She felt no shame at signalling the barkeep away of Eleazar's tale, leaving the incubus talking to thin air for the time being.&nbsp; With a soft smile, she ordered her drink.&nbsp; "A green vesper, please."&nbsp; Her voice had a soft lilt to it, but not enough to make her syrupy sweet.&nbsp; "Light on the lime."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 22:17:48</strong>
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				Eleazar smiled as he felt as much as heard the soft sultry voice beside him order a drink. He didn't mind the barman's attention being diverted, after all, barstaff were there to serve drinks, weren't they?&nbsp; He didn't turn around to look at the speaker, but instead tried to picture her in his mind.&nbsp; It was an ultimately futile pursuit, he knew, with beings that could alter their forms at will but he did enjoy such mental games.&nbsp; He was an incubus, wasn't he?&nbsp; So he surely knew that, boasting not withstanding, the largest sexual organ in any creature, either magical or mundane, is the brain.&nbsp; Indeed, he had tried once with one of his experiments in altering his form, to try and break this golden rule.&nbsp; The result was impressive at first but disappointing.&nbsp; He had shown of the impressive girth and excessive length of his creation to a rather sultry demoness who specialised in teasing the mortal clergy and her come hither smile had resulted in such a dramatic drop in blood pressure to his brain that he had fainted.<br><br>No, the way that Eleazar had risen to the top of the incubus temptation ladder for the last three quarters was by making use of that extraordinary organ: the brain.&nbsp; He gestured to the barkeep as he fulfilled the request from what he imagined was a tall junoesque beauty with midnight hair and dark eyes as vivid as a kohl pencil could make them and grinned.<br><br>"I'll get this, for the lovely lady," he said and turned to her, to take her off guard with the sheer wattage of his charisma.&nbsp; On seeing her, his jaw dropped and his charisma wattage dipped just a little.&nbsp; It was not that he was wrong in his guess, it was that she was, quite simply, perfect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 01:37:44</strong>
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				Immediately the lovely Keiran knew exactly where the situation was headed as soon as the puffed up demon beside her offered to buy the drink for her, and rather than accepting, she unfurled a wing and tucked it rather obstinately around her one side so that she was, effectively, shielded from his view.&nbsp; It was not a case of the fact that he wasn't a good-looking demon - as a matter of fact he had the sheer beauty of young god.&nbsp; That being said, she was certain that he had the temperament to go with it, and what with the boasting that she had already entertained listening to from the sidelines long enough, she wasn't in the mood for his games.<br><br>"I can pay for the drink myself, sir."&nbsp; &nbsp;She responded from her 'hiding place', and accepted the deep champagne goblet with an elegant hand, allowing the brief glimpse of wrist in his direction before withdrawing the ice-cold glass back behind her shield, possibly trying to goad him onward.&nbsp; She wasn't above playing with a creature...but she had the feeling that he would simply become sulky and sullen within moments of her refusal.&nbsp; She took a rather small sip from the glass, to ensure that the absinthe-laden drink was acceptable, and with a softly pleased purr, she took a longer draught of it.&nbsp; "Ah, perfect m'sieur." She said to the barman, withdrawing a small gem from her bracelet - a small fragment of a soul - and placing it in his hand, folding it over the stunning gift with a smile.&nbsp; It wasn't often that one could be so free with the spoils of work.&nbsp; The shard was worth easily six of these drinks.<br><br>Keiran returned for a moment to an image in her mind that she wanted to savour - the dropped jaw of the silly fiend sitting beside her and the expression on his face.&nbsp; That would be one that would keep her warm and fuzzy for quite some time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 01:05:08</strong>
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				Eleazar smiled as the demoness declined his offer to buy the drink; it was after all, better than wincing.&nbsp; If she wished to pass up a free drink and play peek-a-boo over her wings then good for her.&nbsp; Shame, mind, that she felt the need to hide the perfection of her form from him.&nbsp; Of course, that wing might hide her body from him, but it hardly hid her thoughts.&nbsp; Oh he was not reading her mind; it would be foolhardy for him to attempt such a thing uninvited with a demon of unknown potence.&nbsp; No, she was broadcasting her thoughts in her actions and in her body language.&nbsp; She was clearly unimpressed with him and felt a degree of superiority,&nbsp; Overpaying for the drink was classic- a clear statement that she was out of his league.&nbsp; Of course, Eleazar would not have been as successful an incubus as he was had the phrase, "out of his league," had any meaning to him other than, "try harder."<br><br>"I guess that means you won't buy me one then?" he almost chirped, so full of cheekiness was his voice.&nbsp; "After all, you can clearly afford it."&nbsp; He stretched and shook out the kink in his neck and his black eyes twinkled with mischief.&nbsp; "You're clearly in the same line of work as me, so there's no need to be so stand-offish, unless you're threatened by my success."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 23:23:53</strong>
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				She didn't bother to move the little shield of supple, leathery red skin that she'd erected in his face to keep him away from her, but her chuckle was audible, and her relaxed stance made it rather clear that she was utterly uninterested.&nbsp; His forwardness had a lot of potential to it for the evening: it was either going to amuse her greatly or irritate her beyond all understanding, and personally she was hoping for the first.&nbsp; There was no reason that it couldn't be turned into a bit of a game.<br><br>She shifted just a nidge so that the little shield was only half hiding her, and the only peek he got was of her bright, emerald eyes and the sharp laughter they contained.&nbsp; "Impress me, <em>then</em> I'll buy you a drink," was her retort, and she took another sip of her vesper&nbsp; "But if you can't then to put it bluntly in terms you might understand if you try, buzz off."<br><br>Keiran was far from irate at this point, no agitation visible in her stance or audible in her voice.&nbsp; The evening was, thus far, becoming an entertaining one.&nbsp; He seemed to think that he had something to gain from bothering her - not that anyone had had the audacity to get in her face in a long time, and the oddity of it was refreshing after such a period of the same boring story.&nbsp; He, however, was clearly more intent on the challenge that it seemed.<br><br>"I wouldn't so much call it work,"&nbsp; she purred back over her glass "as I would call it art.&nbsp; And if you look at it as only a job, then you will <em>never</em> put yourself anywhere even remotely close to what I <em>might</em> find interesting."&nbsp; Her wing lowered the rest of the way, and she quirked him a rather cattish grin.&nbsp; "If you are so intent on advancing then perhaps you had best set your sights on a much higher goal then such a pitiful place like the city of angels."&nbsp; She waved off the thought of LA with a flick of her fingers.&nbsp; "Why settle for such a cesspit when you could go to Rome?"&nbsp; A slight rose hue entered her cheeks from a memory.&nbsp; "Such a lovely place this time of year."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 00:43:33</strong>
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				The hint of laughter in her eyes was enough to let him realise that this was, most definitely a game.&nbsp; Whether the stakes would be that drink he had asked for or something else, he didn't know.&nbsp; He titled his head, to regard her from a slightly different angle.&nbsp; Oh she was skilful alright, very skilled indeed, but he was skilled himself.<br><br>"Impress you?" Eleazar drawled, signalling to the barkeep to refill his drink.&nbsp; "I'm not into trying to impress anyone: if I feel the need to try, there's no point in trying."&nbsp; He grinned, accepting his drink and tipping the barman with a tendril of vitality that floated like an ethereal streamer to the till.<br><br>The demoness' speech was a pretty one and, he was armoured against her striking appearance as she lowered her wing once more.&nbsp; The right side of his mouth curled upwards in a smile of surpassing sweetness and he tipped his head to her in a nod of appreciation.<br><br>"Touché Madame," he said taking a sip and settling his glass on the bar.&nbsp; "I think I'll settle for talking and if I impress you so be it.&nbsp; Advancement will happen when it will and in any case, 'Mille viae ducunt homines per saecula Romam' as they said in the Middle Ages."&nbsp; He leaned back in his seat and grinned. "I'm Eleazar by the way.&nbsp; I've never seen you round here before..?"
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				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 22:01:16</strong>
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				"Ah, so you are either as good as you seem to think that you are..." She trailed off, a twinkle of mischief still present in her green cat-like eyes "Or you are very lazy.&nbsp; You can buy your own drinks."&nbsp; Certainly she was a vindictive lass, and she wasn't going to make anything easy on the young Incubus, particularly if he seemed to be so sure of his position in the chain.<br><br>She took another sip, noting that her glass was nearing the point of emptiness.&nbsp; A simple hand gesture to the barkeep indicated that she wanted another drink made in the very near future.&nbsp; As he began to mix it up she finished off the final draught from her glass, settling it delicately on the counter, eyes still locked rather brazenly on her counterpart demon.&nbsp; She had to admit that his speech was particularly smooth, and the old proverb forced her to grin.&nbsp; "Of course they do...but not all men make it." <br><br>Impishly she leaned against the bar in the opposite motion as he, resting her head in one hand and the elbow on the bar, and peeking at him from beneath a shimmery curtain of her own crimson hair.&nbsp; "I tend not to hang around..."&nbsp; A tiny thread of payment drifted to the barkeep again and she twirled the new glass between her fingers in consternation as she mused on her words.&nbsp; "And since I'm just in for a vacation from Rome," her smile turned catty and malicious with pride&nbsp; "I spend my time doing more fun things.&nbsp; I don't have to do my 'job' right now...I just choose to." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 23:36:37</strong>
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				"Not all men make it, eh?" Eleazar smirked.&nbsp; "Now that sounds suspiciously like a challenge."&nbsp; He winked at the barman and was served with a snifter of brandy.&nbsp; He lifted it in the cup of his hand and swirled it before sniffing at it, taking it's 'nose'.&nbsp; He lifted the glass by its stem and regarded her through the crystal encased liquor.&nbsp; "You know, it's said that one can see another's true intentions through liquor.&nbsp; <em>In vino veritas</em> does not mean that the other has to be drunk to reveal his or her motives."&nbsp; He took a long sip of the fragrant fluid, setting the glass down onto the counter.<br><br>"So Miss, I'm all newly come from Rome," he said with a mischievous grin, "Has tempting cardinals become so boring that you've come to the singularly misnamed City of Angels to ply our trade just for the kick of it?"&nbsp; He leaned forwards, his eyes looking intently on hers, not allowing himself to be distracted by the lush perfection of her body and laughed.&nbsp; "Somehow, I just don't buy it.&nbsp; You're Jezebel's replacement aren't you?&nbsp; You're here to take managerial oversight of the succubi, to be my opposite number as it were."&nbsp; He lifted the snifter once more and swirled it drmatically before taking another sip.<br><br>"Well I'm sure, Miss Roman Holiday," he snorted, "That you know that they intend to merge our two units, to make us one unified Single Seduction Services or someother alliterative piece of management bollocks.&nbsp; The thing is, are you prepared to wager which of us will head it?&nbsp; Are you willing to contest it with me?&nbsp; I pick a soul for you to take, and you for me, over and over again until one of us fails.&nbsp; If after a set number of souls there's no clear winner, we go head to head fair fu... fight as it were."&nbsp; He looked at her and shook his head for a moment, resignedly.<br><br>"Oh and for the Nameless' sake, what's your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 00:32:28</strong>
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				She shrugged.&nbsp; "Nor do all women, but such is the world."&nbsp; But her smirk matched his at the words of a challenge, and she leaned languidly on her arm as he regarded her through the crystaline drink, the warm amber of it making his face a decidedly soft and friendly cast.&nbsp; She laughed to herself softly, wondering inside whether he had to wine all of his victims first so that they would ignore his attitude.&nbsp; <br><br>"Bah," she tsked&nbsp; "Cardinals are irritating old men.&nbsp; Perverts every one, but irritating.&nbsp; I despise the clergy."&nbsp; She leaned forward toward him as well so that they were nearly nose to nose, and she could smell the alcohol on him as she was sure he could smell it on her.&nbsp; The sharpness of the brandy in his system was intoxicating, but she ignored it as best she could.&nbsp; But her lips quirked in a smile.&nbsp; "No," she said sweetly, in regards to his query&nbsp; "I'm just a bored, lonely succubus looking for something other than pompous aristocratic morons like those in Europe."&nbsp; She leaned back as he went to drink, and had the sudden urge to stick her tongue out at him childishly.&nbsp; But, that would never do.<br><br>"They can only try to merge," she snorted contemptuously&nbsp; "And the moment one side of the company tries to tell another what to do, civil war will be the result, and we'll be too busy killing each other to do what we ought.&nbsp; I've no interest in heading that disaster waiting to happen, but I wish you all the best in THAT."&nbsp; But the thought of the contest spurred her.&nbsp; What with nothing else to do, it would certainly be an entertaining waste of time for her short vacation in this american city.&nbsp; "Since there's nothing else worth doing in this wretched little town," she answered in a catty fashion&nbsp; "I'll take that wager."<br><br>It was, however, his last question, that finally provoked what one might call a true laugh from the demoness.&nbsp; "My, my, such impatience."&nbsp; She chuckled deviously.&nbsp; "I am Keiran."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 22:22:10</strong>
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				Eleazar smirked at Keiran's comment about the proclivities of cardinals and took another sip of his brandy, listening to her deny having any interest in taking control of the merged department.&nbsp; He knew the prime secret of telling when a demon was lying.&nbsp; It was all in the lips: if they were moving, then the lie would not be far away.<br><br>"Well, Keiran," he said, his eyes twinkling, "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sure."&nbsp; He lifted an eyebrow, looking at her appraisingly.&nbsp; "So, you'll take the wager, eh?&nbsp; It'll be good to add a little spice to things, a little added something to our daily tasks."&nbsp; He slid off the stool and stood, gesturing with one hand.&nbsp; A shimmering square of light appeared before them both, showing a young man in his early twenties tapping away at a computer.<br><br>"There he is, your first challenge," Eleazar said.&nbsp; "He's called Simon and he's a programmer.&nbsp; I'm sure you can discern why he's remained a virgin to this day, can't you?&nbsp; He spends all his time on World of Warcraft.&nbsp; He never goes out and, well, no real woman can live up to the pixellated beauties he plays with online."&nbsp; He smirked, his eyes twinkling.&nbsp; "There's your challenge: go on, make a man of my virgin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 00:55:36</strong>
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				Likewise, she took the final sip of her vesper, and slid from her seat, her thin tail curling up behind her in a gesture of cattish interest as her quick eyes followed the movements of the programmer that Eleazar had shown her.&nbsp; Her lips quirked slightly in a smile, and she flicked her wrist, a similar little window in the air appearing above her upward-facing palm.&nbsp; For a moment there was nothing, and she spoke before she allowed the image to flick into focus.<br><br>"This shall be amusing," she purred softly, and the image in her hand began to solidify, a young blonde woman slipping into view.<br><br>The scene was a rather interesting one - the woman, her hair cut short in a pixie like fashion, wore an aggressive expression, and appeared to be yelling whole-heartedly at an unfortunate male that looked roughly the same.&nbsp; The woman wore boyish clothing - jeans and a t-shirt that hid her figure.&nbsp; "Yours is a young feminist university student," she began, her lips quirked in a smile the whole while that she spoke&nbsp; "She spends most of her time studying...that is when she isn't reeming out a roommate or some random passerby for an offense he hasn't committed.&nbsp; She absolutely hates men."&nbsp; One of her eyebrows rose slightly, and the image snapped out of existence as she closed her hand.&nbsp; "Have fun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 14:17:58</strong>
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				Eleazar tilted his head regarding the scene with interest.&nbsp; He lifted a quizzical eyebrow and smirked at Keiran.&nbsp; This would, as she had put it, be amusing indeed, for the blonde had previously had cause to chew young Simon out for an IT problem at the university where she studied.<br><br>"You do know that our enterprises might well coincide, don't you?" Eleazar remarked.&nbsp; "Still, since Rome is so far ahead of us in technique and ability..." Here Eleazar let sarcasm coat his words in a thick sticky layer that would have glistened unpleasantly were the words visible.&nbsp; "...I'll let you go first.&nbsp; I'll take my cues from your performance."&nbsp; He chuckled evilly.&nbsp; "I believe that young Simon is currently wasting his capacity for evil slaughtering orcs on his computer even as we speak..."<br><br><br>*&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; *<br><br><br>Eleazar's words were not far from the truth.&nbsp; Simon was indeed controlling his level 49 human warlock and doing quite well.&nbsp; Most of the evening had been a blur of action and now he exited the game to check through his email.&nbsp; He pulled the ring-pull of a can of diet coke and sipped the drink as he waited for outlook express to load and leaned back in his chair, the only illumination being the glow from his monitor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 19:06:28</strong>
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				"Of course..." she quirked him a soft smirk, not bothering to show her teeth through her quirked lips&nbsp; "It wouldn't be as fun if they weren't."<br><br>With a soft wink at him, she slid from her chair leaving the very last sip of drink in the glass, and as she glided her sultry walk toward the door of the establishment, her wings folded up, shimmering and drawing back up into her body along with her tail and her horns.&nbsp; This process left a rather stunning woman, moderate height, curvaceous, with a pert bottom and long flowing crimson hair that slid down her back, shimmering like silk in the sheen of the dim lights as she vanished out the door.&nbsp; This would be...fun.<br><br>* * * * * * * * * * * * *<br><br>Just before Simon's email loaded, the screen of his monitor gave a soft flicker, and the glow died with a hiss, the wall outlet spitting a few sparks out as the circuitry fried.&nbsp; The power, having surged as a result of the rather devious creature using the powerlines as a tightrope, had just fried his entire system, as well as most other things in his house.&nbsp; Keiran blew the smoke curling from her fingers away with a soft smile - he couldn't stay in there that long...<br><br>She wanted to pick him up somewhere a little more casual and believable than just popping up on his doorstep and skimming out of her clothing - that would be...suspicious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 23:41:35</strong>
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				"Oh what the fuck?"&nbsp; Simon shouted in dismay as his computer died.&nbsp; He got up from his seat and pushed his spectacles back up the bridge of his nose.&nbsp; This did not look good, not at all.&nbsp; He walked over and flicked the light switch.&nbsp; When the room remained dark, he released a tottent of profanity and grabbed a torch.&nbsp; He went to get the torch that he always kept on his bedside, just in case of a circumstance he couldn't describe much less expect, and then inspected the fuse box.<br><br>Having ascertained that the fuse box was (as he would have vocalised had anyone been there) NFG, Simon grabbed his coat.&nbsp; He had best let his mates on the net know he'd be out of circulation for a day or so, until his electrics and- more importantly- his computer were functional once more.&nbsp; He slammed the door behind him and headed off to the nearest net-cafe.&nbsp; There he could post to the six or seven forums, in which he participated with almost religious fervour, that his computer's circuit board had had it's chips.&nbsp; Indeed, from what his nose had told him, before he had left, those chips had not just been fried but had been well and truly battered as well.<br><br>It was dark out but at least it was not particularly cold.&nbsp; The wind had dropped and there was a lovely clear sky, in which the stars and the waning crescent moon could be clearly seen, despite the glare from the streetlamps.&nbsp; The net cafe was not far away and Simon's mind was on nothing other than his ruined system, leaving the beauty of the night sky ignored an unobserved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 15:33:38</strong>
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				She chuckled softly in a light voice as she heard his cursing drifting out through one of the windows that was barely cracked open, and stepped off her perch, dropping swiftly and silently to the ground behind the bushes, just as he slid out the door, yanking his coat on.&nbsp; The slam of the door indicated how irate he was, and that only furthered her entertainment.&nbsp; So he also had a temper!&nbsp; This might actually make him fun.<br><br>It was easy to pick up on where he was going after a moment or two of following, and once she had that figured out she dropped back slightly, strolling along with her arms folded behind her head in a rather nonchalant fashion, contemplating what sort of attire would be best suited to catch his attention once she slid into the cafe several moments behind him.&nbsp; A sultry low-cut dress?&nbsp; A tight, form-hugging halter top and dark, worn jeans?&nbsp; Or perhaps just the attire one might expect of a girl who'd slip in behind him - a simple sweater and jeans, leaving her looking like all the others...though with the otherworldly perfection of her features and the sleek shimmer of her crimson hair, that would still set her miles above whatever else he could find in that little establishment.<br><br>And come to think of it, should she pull her hair back in an elegant knot, a simple pony tail, a trailing braid, or would it best be left to flow free?&nbsp; Hmmm...perhaps long.&nbsp; Long hair, allowed to flow free over her shoulders, accompanied by a cute little blue-grey halter top, and body-hugging low-risen jeans.&nbsp; A bare hint of mossy green shadow over her eyes helped to bring out the bright emerald colour, and make the fire of her hair that much more.&nbsp; And as she thought of these, padding down the road a block or so behind his hunched figure, the changes just happened. <br><br>The finishing touch, as they came up on the cafe, was a warm, wool coat the buttoned up the front and fell just to her thighs, and running her fingers through her silky hair, she was ready.&nbsp; Now, just to wait for him to slip in, and she'd be in to settle next to him, and start...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 23:39:22</strong>
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				"What're you doing here, Si?"&nbsp; The owner of the net cafe grinned at Simon as he entered and couldn't help but remark upon his appearance there.&nbsp; "I thought you'd be playing on your own computer, mate."<br><br>"Yeah, well," Simon said.&nbsp; "My junction box blew out, didn't it." Simon's voice was resigned and he shrugged.&nbsp; "Now, come on, you promised me I could use a machine here anytime I wanted, given all the free tech support I give you."<br><br>"Fair enough, but I'm not kicking a ppaying customer off a better placed machine for you- you'll have to take one of the two machines in the alcove."&nbsp; The owner laughed his assent and pointed Simon towards one of the last two machines.&nbsp; They were set in an alcove, hidden from the rest of the room. At this time of night, the cafe's usual denizens preferred to use the more public machines, mainly thanks to the banter that flew between the hardcore gamers that frequented the place late in the evenings.<br><br>"Cheers, mate," Simon chuckled and stalked to the machine he habitually used when updating the cafe's servers.&nbsp; In truth, he didn't mind solitude- in fact he preferred it, so the antisocial positioning of the computer was no problem for him.&nbsp; At least the other computer in the alcove&nbsp; was unused.&nbsp; He really didn't want to put up with somoeone else so close to him.&nbsp; After all, that's why he had stopped using the cafe in the first place- so that he could surf and game in private.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 15:21:28</strong>
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				Keiran slid into the cafe a few moments after Simon did when the owner happened to be looking in the opposite direction, and startled him when he turned back to the counter.&nbsp; She didn't say a word, simply pushed a crisp bank note toward him, and turned away with a smile, slipping away.&nbsp; His eyes followed her for a moment, and she could tell they were momentarily fixed on her backside, before she disappeared up the steps toward the alcove.&nbsp; Her steps made not a sound.<br><br>With a movement of sinuous, feral grace, she slid into the chair at the terminal next to Simon.&nbsp; At her current placement, she was between him and the steps, and that ensured that if she didn't want him to leave he wouldn't be - she didn't plan on letting him, either, if she could help it.&nbsp; Delicately, she swept her hair off to one side as she leaned down to depress the power button on her machine, revealing her fairly generous cleavage over the low line of her halter top as she did so.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaning back up, she said not a word, watching him only from the corner of her eye inconspicuously as the machine fired up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 00:04:27</strong>
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				Simon grunted with annoyance as he sensed someone slide into the seat next to him.&nbsp; Really, didn't they know better?&nbsp; He shook his head, intent on his typing and so did not take any notice of his very feminine companion at first.&nbsp; Yet within moments. his nostrils twitched as it caught a delicate and subtly alluring scent.&nbsp; His eyes swivelled reflexively in their sockets towards the person whom he was now certain either a woman or an incredibly effeminate man.<br><br>That first cursory glance was more than enough to confirm that his companion was most definately female.&nbsp; Even in his state of preoccupation with his email, he could not help but notice that she was about as female as she could get.&nbsp; There was something about her that drew his eyes from the screen and heswallowed nervously, his face colouring with a flush of crimson as he mistyped word after word.<br><br>Dammit! He was not, he thought, usually so incapacitated by the presence of a woman.&nbsp; Admittedly, he had not usually been in the presence of women who were not blood relatives.&nbsp; He had to get a grip, he told himself.&nbsp; He was in danger of making himself look extremely foolish and there was no call for him acting so stupidly, even if the person next to him was packing ovaries.&nbsp; Packing Ovaries?&nbsp; What the hell was he thinking?&nbsp; Why would he be thinking of her sex organs?&nbsp; No... that was not a good line of thought there; indeed it would be breast if he didn't think about sex organs.&nbsp; Best.&nbsp; It would be for the best if he didn't think about sex organs.&nbsp; Or breasts.<br><br>He swallowed some more and kept his eyes frimly on the keyboard, making sure every stroke on the keyboard was accurate.&nbsp; Hopefully, soon another computer would be free and she would go there and he could stop melting into a puddle of overheated hormones.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 20:50:41</strong>
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				From the corners of her eyes she watched as he reacted to her, chuckling inwardly at the already tremendous effect that she was having on the poor fellow.&nbsp; Idly, she began to twirl a silken lock of hair around the tip of one of her fingers as she navigated the web with ease.&nbsp; It might not have been something that she did often what with her chosen line of work, but it didn't mean she refused to dabble in human things every so often.<br><br>Deliberately, she navigated to a website that possessed a rather lurid purple background, and in the dimness of the cafe, with the only light out there coming from the screens of the stations, and with them being hidden up in a secluded alcove...well, let's just say that the purple light gave her otherwise porcelain pale skin a rather purple tone...and mixed with the red of her hair, darkening it...<br><br>From an idle eye, she might actually give the momentary impression of being one of those violet-skinned beautiful alliance elves out of the game that he was so addicted to.&nbsp; The cast of the screen through certain femminine endowments into sharply luscious relief, and she continued to play about with the little pixel-character making site she'd gone too.&nbsp; What the hell, she could toy with him some more...the little pixel-art face she began to play with started to look strikingly like a night elf...with long, silver-white hair, and lovely indifo skin...and a rather revealing top that was little beyond a bra made of metal.&nbsp; Subtly, she shifted, and the glare from the screen caught her hair and made it, too, look white...for just a few moments, before she moved again and that illusion of an elf faded, left to his memory to play around with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 01:21:37</strong>
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				After yet another typo, Simon frowned at his monitor.&nbsp; This was beyond a joke now.&nbsp; After all he was a grown man and shouldn't go to pieces when a pretty face sat beside him.&nbsp; In any case, no matter how gorgeous she might be, there was no way that she'd give him a second glance.<br><br>A second glance was just what he gave her, just a few seconds later.&nbsp; Of course, he was typing at the time and he hurriedly returned his attention to the email he was editting in order to coverhis reaction.&nbsp; For just a moment, with the lighting provided by her monitor, he was convinced he was sat next to a freakin' night elf.&nbsp; Everything was there, the opalescent hair, the indigo-tinged skin and the heroic cleavage.<br><br>A beep from his computer brought him back to reality: he had pressed the alt key instead of the space-bar and as he typed the next character, the computer complained audibly.&nbsp; This was ridiculuous, it really was, he told himself.&nbsp; Passing resemblance to one of his fantasies or no, there was no reason to behave so stupidly.&nbsp; A third glance confirmed that, while she was still a wet dream made flesh, she was no night elf.&nbsp; Perhaps, the blackout at his home had been a good thing, perhaps some higher power, God even, was trying to wean him away from his computer.&nbsp; After all, if he was seeing night elves in real people, well...<br><br>"Oh man," he sighed to himself, "I really need to get away from the 'puter for a bit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 21:22:05</strong>
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				When the computer sounded at his incorrect key sequence, she gently turned her face to the side to watch him out of the corner of her eyes for just a moment.&nbsp; A delicately predatory smile covered her lips, and she turned her attention back to her screen, playing with the program on the horridly purple website for a few more moments before navigating back to something else with a more tame background.<br><br>Against simple white light, it became obvious that her natural colouration - pale skin, red hair, and green eyes, made her look like another one of his pixellated beauties - one of the blood elves.&nbsp; Coincidence?&nbsp; Heh heh heh.&nbsp; She could delicately change the colourations of herself while he was too distracted with trying not to look at her tits, and make his mind run him in circles until he fell at her feet.&nbsp; It wouldn't be that hard.<br><br>His words alerted her to the fact that she might, just possibly, be overdoing it.&nbsp; Laying off on the crazy websites that made her look like a purple skinned harlot, she instead leaned back lazily in her chair, tipping it up on two legs to lean the back against the wall.&nbsp; Effectively, it cut off any means of escape that he might have, but in a subtle, unintentional-seeming manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 22:32:03</strong>
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				Simon turned, his fingers reaching to turn off the computer and he gaped at the sight before him.&nbsp; The night elf- woman, he corrected himself- was leaning back, draped languidly over her chair, her hands behind her head as she leaned it back.&nbsp; The light from the monitor drew attention to each of her curves and Simon felt he should look away.<br><br>Yet his eyes betrayed him and all he could do was stare, like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.&nbsp; Her very pose was an invitation for him to do all of the things he had only done in the seedier areas of Second Life.&nbsp; He swallowed and tried to remember how to breathe.&nbsp; This really was not like him, to be so obvious about staring but he simply couldn't help himself.<br><br>He stood, and almost tripped over his seat as he backed away, not wanting to assault her face with the throbbing bulge in his trousers.&nbsp; He felt the wall at his back and he realised he would have to get past her if he were to leave, throbbing trousers notwithstanding.<br><br>"Please..." Simon croaked, not sure whether he was asking her to release him or to take him there and then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 23:54:01</strong>
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				She eyed him again without seeming to, watching him subtly and wondering what a good next move would be.&nbsp; Like the salt of the ocean, she could smell his arousal, and to her it was a sweet intoxicant.&nbsp; After a moment, when he finally spoke instead of simply sitting there gaping at her body, she turned her attention more fully in his direction.&nbsp; Making direct eye contact with him, not blinking with those emerald green eyes, she smiled, showing delicate pearly white teeth. <br><br>"Please what?" she asked softly, her voice deliberately low and husky.&nbsp; She wasn't going to let him escape without a fight, even if it meant that she had to bind him and carry him from the place.&nbsp; That being said, she would much prefer having him her willing pet for the evening, so that she could trot back to the bar and prove that stuck up incubus wrong.<br><br>"I'm sorry, what was it you wanted?"&nbsp; She prodded again, knowing what he wanted, but wondering what he was actually going to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:44:08</strong>
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				The woman's question was just about a nightmare come true for Simon.&nbsp; What the hell could he answer to that?&nbsp; Those great green eyes of hers just seemed to look right into his very soul and discern every improper thought he was having.<br><br><em>Please what?</em>&nbsp; What sort of a question was that?&nbsp; A dangerous one, that's what, Simon decided.&nbsp; She would know if he said anything that was untrue.&nbsp; He didn't know how he knew it but he knew it, he really <em>knew</em> that he couldn't lie to her without being found out.<br><br>And he had no doubt she knew how strongly he was attracted to her.&nbsp; For Christ's sake, he thought, his excitement had nearly had her eye out when he stood up.&nbsp; And then he had a sudden inspiration.<br><br>"Please..."&nbsp; The word hung in the air before the next word followed it... "Miss?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:28:26</strong>
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				A rather faint smile lit her features as he stumbled at an answer to her question, and she tipped her head to the side cattishly to fix him with her piercing green eyes as he fumbled for what to say.&nbsp; It was difficult to control the utter giddiness that she felt inside, and it was difficult not to let her eyes drift down to the bulge in his pants.<br><br>Once, her eyes did escape her control, and flickered to the offending 'excitement' between his legs.&nbsp; But she was quickly drawn back to his face as words finally flowed from his lips again. <br><br>"Miss?"&nbsp; She chuckled softly.&nbsp; "Not Miss...simply...Rose."&nbsp; She smiled at him with a charming twinkle in her eyes.&nbsp; "You can call me Rose.&nbsp; Now, please what?"&nbsp; She teased again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:54:56</strong>
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				Simon realised she wasn't going to let him go that easily and he swallowed nervously.&nbsp; He managed to pull his eyes away from the delightful prospect of Rose's bosom for a moment and saw her eyes gazing at his crotch.&nbsp; If anything, that made the bulging even more pronounced.<br><br>He breathed in deeply as he tried to calm down.&nbsp; Now, don't be a fool, he told himself.&nbsp; Women like that aren't for the likes of you, he told himself.&nbsp; There's no way she could be interested.&nbsp; She's just trying to make you look stupid, that's all.<br><br>"Pleas Miss... Rode," he started.&nbsp; "Can I get past?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:01:39</strong>
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				(I dunno if you wrote 'Rode' instead of 'Rose' intentionally, given the d and s are right next to one another, but I'm going to run with it because it's funny, okay? =D)<br><br>She chuckled at the miss-wording of her name, and at the sexual potential behind the word that he'd used in its place.&nbsp; She did not, however, point out his fumble to him, only laughing to herself inwardly at the slip.&nbsp; Perhaps he was thinking of what would happen if he 'rode' her then, was he?&nbsp; She hoped so.<br><br>Teasingly, she put on a sad face, folding her arms beneath her breasts and plumping them up slightly, making her cleavage a tiny bit tighter, and more noticeable.&nbsp; <br><br>"Awh, leaving so soon?"&nbsp; She said with disappointment laced through her tone.&nbsp; "I was enjoying the company."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:23:54</strong>
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				[A freudian typo, I guess]<br><br>She what? Simon was more than a little out of his depth now.&nbsp; Was she mocking him?&nbsp; Enjoyed his company?&nbsp; And were her breasts really so pert?&nbsp; He shook his head to clear it, to try and pull himself together.&nbsp; How could she be so attractive?&nbsp; How could anyone be so attractive?&nbsp; Why was he asking himself so many questions?&nbsp; Perhaps he ought to ask her one.<br><br>"Do you really mean it?" he asked nervously.&nbsp; "I'd have thought that you could have any company you wanted."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:41:00</strong>
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				(Yup.&nbsp; Entertaining though.)<br><br>She still did not move from her assertive position, not planning on letting him pass.&nbsp; "Well," she said coyly, flashing him an inviting smile&nbsp; "You don't smell like you've neglected to bathe in a fortnight, you don't try and speak to me face to face using chatspeak, and you're polite."&nbsp; She gave a delicate little shrug, before shifting slightly, but still not moving from his barred path.<br><br>"Besides, the glasses make you look kinda cute.&nbsp; In a Wesley Wyndham-Pryce sorta way..."&nbsp; She chuckled at the geekish comparison of the young man to the popular demon hunting character out of the TV series Angel.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 11:40:12</strong>
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				Simon was totally non-plussed, i seemed like this woman was actually interested in him.&nbsp; Yikes!&nbsp; This was very much uncharted territory for him.&nbsp; It was a woman, a pretty- no, a groin-throbbing gorgeous, he ammended- woman at that, smiling at him.&nbsp; And it wasn't the fixed smile he had seen so often on women who had said hello out of politeness and then beat the hastiest of retreats as soon as he answered.&nbsp; And she was giving him almost perfect V.A.A.: the way she held her breasts could not but draw his eyes into the perfect Visual Access Angle to survey her bewitching cleavage...<br><br>He blinked, pulling his mind away from the entrancing view she offered him.&nbsp; <em>Cute</em>?&nbsp; She thought <em>he</em> was cute?&nbsp; That he looked like Wesley the Watcher?&nbsp; He tried to breathe, tried to focus, tried to appear like a normal human being.&nbsp; His mind groped for a means to silence his nerves and dredged up the advice he was given about dealing with interviews, to picture the other person naked...<br><br>It was at that point, with the word naked causing all sorts of pleasant, but uncomfortably distracting, images to invade his mind that he just gave in and mumbled an all but incoherent reply.<br><br>"What do you want with me, Rose?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 16:21:27</strong>
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				(I'd actually totally forgotten that Wesley had been in Buffy as well, as all I watch anymore is the later seasons of Angel.&nbsp; Heh heh.&nbsp; Now you've made me want to watch Buffy again!)<br><br>The way his eyes liked to return to her cleavage was, unlike it may have been to a mortal woman, quite flattering.&nbsp; The fact that she could allure a man into thinking such horribly naughty thoughts and imagining such naughty images, to her, was the prize.&nbsp; The aura that rolled from him was pleasant to her senses, and excited her...though she made certain not to let such a thing show.<br><br>And oh, he was being so fun, too!&nbsp; As if he didn't know that when a beautiful girl pops out of nowhere and pays attention to you it means she wants you!&nbsp; Or, well, at least she wants something from you, be it attention, money, sex, or safety.&nbsp; In her case, she just wanted to steal some of his life force.&nbsp; It wasn't that much to ask.&nbsp; Nevermind.<br><br>"Want?"&nbsp; she blinked slightly, fluttering her lashes at him for a mere instant before cocking her head to the side and watching him from behind a stray lock of her crimson hair.&nbsp; "Company.&nbsp; Perhaps a coffee, if you have time to spare.&nbsp; If you're feeling really generous, a name would be nice."&nbsp; She grinned gently.&nbsp; "What do you want?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 19:37:33</strong>
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				[Well, both series were excellent in their writing.]<br><br>What did he want?&nbsp; Now that was a very loaded question, the answer of which, Simon was sure, did not include the words <em>naked</em>, <em>baby-oil</em> or <em>groiny</em>.&nbsp; This was a problem to say the least, for almost everything he was thinking about included at least one of those words.<br><br>He decided that he would take the safer option and gift Rose with his name.&nbsp; After all, having a coffee wouldn't be too much of a risk would it?&nbsp; After all, she seemed to want to stay in his company and, well, his homones weren't going to let him get away.<br><br>"S...Simon," he stammered, trying to find a safe place to rest his eyes.&nbsp; "And a coffee would be nice?&nbsp; Know anywhere nice?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 22:59:34</strong>
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				(Excellent they were, though at moments I tired of Buffy...it kept me coming back though, so that means it had to be good.)<br><br>Idly, she began to twirl a lock of hair around her finger, her closed-lipped smile deepening until finally it showed her pearly white teeth as she waited for him to respond.&nbsp; Finally, after much waiting and basking in the overly sexual aura rolling off him, she let the chair settle back to its original spot, and hit the reset on the computer in one fluid motion.&nbsp; Now the way was clear...for an instant.<br><br>It only took her a moment to stand up and be blocking the way again.<br><br>Delicate-seeming, she offered him her hand.&nbsp; "Well then, Simon...I know just the place..."<br><br>And indeed she did.&nbsp; Her livingroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 23:42:02</strong>
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				[Oddly, I thought the same about the last series of Angel.&nbsp; That "muppet" episode nearly stopped me watching it completely.&nbsp; A case of a concept too far.]<br><br>Simon looked at Rose's hand wonderingly before taking it.&nbsp; This was definitely new, physical contact, <em>invited</em> physical contact at that.&nbsp; Of course, there was something about her that just infected his mind with images of all of the possibilities of human contact between them.<br><br>He drew in a deep breath and looked at her, trying to believe that she really meant it.&nbsp; She seemed sincere, he thought, but then he was, by this point, willing to go along with anything she suggested.&nbsp; Ans this was borne out by his reply to her.<br><br>"You do? Excellent," he said.&nbsp; "Then I shall place myself in your hands and let you lead me wherever you choose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 16:21:37</strong>
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				(Yes, 'Smile Time' (as that episode was called) was absolutely awful.&nbsp; Given I'm going through the fifth season right now and it's the only episode I can't really watch without losing interest...ugh.&nbsp; It was funny when the puppet beat the crap out of Spike, and got eaten by the Werewolf, but everything else was just horrible.)<br><br>She tried not to shiver with delight at his acceptance of her hand, the nervousness in his touch.&nbsp; The nervous ones were always so fun to tease and torment...they never knew how to react...never had a chance of turning the situation around and teasing you.&nbsp; They were...in a word...perfect.&nbsp; Perfect, that was, for her kind at any rate.<br><br>"Wonderful."&nbsp; She stepped away from the station, using her heel to tuck in the chair perfectly, giving the tiniest pull on his hand to draw him along with her.&nbsp; She peeped back over her shoulder at him, watching him deviously from behind a few locks of her silky hair.&nbsp; "What sort of drink do you prefer, Simon?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 17:19:39</strong>
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				"I... I thought you said coffee?" Simon asked, almost dropping her hand in startled confusion.&nbsp; Yet he did not, somehow he couldn't quite bear to break the physical connection with her <em>just </em>yet.&nbsp; There was something very compelling about the way that she drew him along by the hand, about how her deep eyes peered at him every now and then over her perfect shoulder, about the way her auburn hair coiled over and caressed her shoulders when she moved that was almost hypnotic.<br><br>Or it was simply the fact that he was utterly unused to not being ignored by such a devastating beauty that induced such a passivity in him.&nbsp; <em>Whatever you do</em>, he told himself, <em>don't tell her about your collection of Warhammer miniatures.&nbsp; In fact, say as little as possible, you really don't want to screw this up.</em>&nbsp; Of course, the word <em>screw</em> just added a whole different set of images that rendered him even less capable of resisting anything she might suggest to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 18:47:14</strong>
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				"Well when one asks you to get coffee, it can mean broad term of things..." she went on, ignoring the startled look that he had, and how he'd almost dropped her hand.&nbsp; Lightly, she squeezed his palm in hers.&nbsp; "I meant, did you like coffee, a latte, tea, hot chocolate, any manner of things that you can get at a coffee shop...?"&nbsp; It wasn't that much of an issue to answer the question.<br><br>Maybe, for the time being, it would be better to actually take him to a coffee shop rather than back to her apartment...he was so jumpy that such a move might drive him away entirely, and then she'd have to switch her appearance to make him trust her again.&nbsp; And that would just be so much work.<br><br>With that slight change of plans in mind, she took him in the direction of the door gently, and drew him out onto the street.&nbsp; In her mind, she ran through the list of possible places she could go, and one stood out to her the most.&nbsp; A clandestine little shop a few blocks away that didn't get the most business because the prices tended to be higher than the local Tim Horton's or whatever the chain coffee place was called.&nbsp; Gently, she gave a small pull on his hand, heading north up the street.&nbsp; "C'mon, this way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 16:46:52</strong>
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				"Oh, yeah, I see..." Suddenly Simon felt a withering feeling.&nbsp; He had just shown her what a complete and utter fool he was.&nbsp; He had, he felt, just one the gold medal in the International Grand Prix des Idiots Blitherings.&nbsp; It was only the fact that her hand had gripped his still more tightly that prevented him from bolting and running home to sit in shame in his power-deprived home.<br><br>His heart rate slowed as he felt her draw him through the net cafe, not once realising that they sold all of the beverages she had mentioned <em>here</em>.&nbsp; Perhaps he hadn't blown it with her, perhaps he might still, at some as yet unspecified (but "Oh dear God please!!!!!") point in the night, be lucky enough to kiss her.&nbsp; She was perfect, he thought, completely perfect.&nbsp; She had forgiven his stupidity and obviously understood that the fact he kept looking at her breasts was merely a result of a) him being male and b) his eyes being open.<br><br>As she guided him up the street, he tried to decide on what he might prefer as a drink.&nbsp; He was sure that his usual coffee order: nonfat-double-decaff-latte-with enough-foam-as-to-be-aesthetically-pleasing-but-not-so-much-as-to-leave-a-moustache was not going to go down well with her.&nbsp; So tentatively, he smiled to her.<br><br>"I think I'll just have a simple black coffee," he said nervously.&nbsp; "And your favourite coffee is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 04:37:10</strong>
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				She looked back at him over her shoulder with a coy grin, flashing him something that could have been a wink...perhaps.&nbsp; She made a soft hum of consternation before finally coming out with an answer for him.&nbsp; "I like hot chocolate...with a tiny touch of coffee...whipped cream...and cinnamon."&nbsp; Of course there were any number of things she could do with whipped cream, which was why she liked it so much, but that wasn't the point.<br><br>Maybe she'd be even more difficult, and let some of it drop onto her breasts whilst they sat and talked.&nbsp; That always seemed to put the boys into such a dither, and it provided such wondrous entertainment.<br><br>A few minutes of leisurely but purposeful walking brought the pair to a small coffee shop around the block and a little down a less used street.&nbsp; She could tell from looking through the windows that there was only another couple in the establishment, and so this would be perfect.&nbsp; Drawing him up to walk right on level with her, his hand still trapped in hers, she pointed, deliberately brushing her body against his in the process.&nbsp; "See?&nbsp; The coffee lodge."&nbsp; She chuckled at the name, and at the aesthetic appearance of the place - a rustic, log-cabin sort of structure.&nbsp; "Let's go in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 14:01:36</strong>
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				Simon was, of course, in ery much of a dither by the time they entered the "Coffee Lodge".&nbsp; He fumbled in his trouser pockets for some money to buy their beverages and found it very hard to concentrate on what he had to do.&nbsp; The low lambent lighting of the place seemed to caress Rose's form, accentuating her curves and making her hair seem to glow.<br><br>They found a table at which they say sat to read from the menu of beverages available.&nbsp; Sat this close to her, he found that her perfume intoxicated his senses.&nbsp; He felt each slight touch as they brushed together leaning to read the menu and he bit his lip with the effort of holding back a moan of desire.<br><br>"So&nbsp; what do you want, Rose?"&nbsp; he asked, attempting to keep the conversation on the safe topic of coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 16:42:01</strong>
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				She deliberately scooted into the small booth next to him, trapping him between the wall and herself for a second time that evening, rather than take a seat opposite him at the table.&nbsp; There would be no such thing as escape now.&nbsp; Her lips curved into that delicate, mischief-loaded smile that she had, and she at least made an effort to examine the menu.&nbsp; What did she want?&nbsp; Only his life force, was that too much to ask?&nbsp; A good time in the process would be a bonus.<br><br>"Plenty of things," she chuckled deviously, enjoying the pressure that she placed on him, and the difficulty he was having with her attentions&nbsp; "But as far as a drink goes, I'll have a hot chocolate, with whipped cream."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 22:28:51</strong>
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				Simon was suddenly thrust into an agony of indecision.&nbsp; He was more than a little nervous: Rose was so stunningly attractive that he could hardly believe she was spending any time at all with him, and so he wanted to shrink back from her.&nbsp; Yet there was such a strong sensual magnetism that he felt pulled towards her at the same time.<br><br>So, he sat there, in the booth, vibrating slightly, watching her, trying to work out what to say.&nbsp; She was obviously after more than just coffee, but what?&nbsp; So all he could do as the waiter approached was squeak.<br><br>"Biscuits?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvarusc</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 16:23:13</strong>
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				His reaction was entertaining to her, and she chuckled deviously, slipping a hand under the table as he squeaked at the waiter, settling her fingers on his thigh and giving it a gentle, but firm squeeze.&nbsp; It ought to be enough to set him sputtering into silence for a moment or two at least.&nbsp; She turned her smile on the waiter, and began the order.<br><br>"Biscuits...a small slice of that delightful cherry cheesecake you have in the display, a hot chocolate with whipped cream, and a black coffee."&nbsp; She remembered what he'd said he'd like from when they'd been walking up a few moments ago.&nbsp; "Or did you change your mind, Simon?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Skirmishes of the Sexes (Seren Fey &amp; Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 22:02:18</strong>
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				The sudden pressure of Rose's hand on his thigh did more than render Simon silent.&nbsp; He gulped and straightened his hips and almost slid of his seat.&nbsp; He swallowed and close his eyes and hoped that the swelling in his trousers was not visible.&nbsp; And then he had a horrible and yet delightfully tantalising thought: what if her hand moved?&nbsp; Please God, he prayed, don't let her touch the bulge.&nbsp; It would be very nice to feel her hand there, but please God, don't let her touch it lest she think him a perv.<br><br>As a result, Simon hardly heard her order or, indeed, notice that the waiter had in fact arrived.&nbsp; All he was aware of was That Hand and the throbbing of The Bulge.&nbsp; The niceties of beverages and biscuits.&nbsp; As a result, all he could reply to her question was:<br><br>"Gnnnnuurrrrrrggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
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