Beauty of the Beast (Sinairy)
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				Title: <strong>Beauty of the Beast (Sinairy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotCarrot</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 06:23:57</strong>
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				Deep in the pits of the spirit plane, the demon Cinaed slept. Shapeless in the aether, a mass of dormant ideas and sins, a force of will and spirit until something stirred him and brought him to the physical world. Even in sleep, he had a sort of consciousness, though time passed him in fits and starts, sliding past at a dream's pace. Centuries slipped by, flickering past his consciousness and vanishing into history, vaguely remembered if he chose, but buried in the vaults of his subconscious. That was how he liked it -- humans had grown boring to him, and not one in recent memory had been able to truly appreciate the genius of his seductions. The last time he had gone to the mortal realm had been a total fiasco, like he could have known that she'd be allergic to armadillos. He was content to let the centuries pass until a practitioner was born who could truly appreciate his talents. <br><br>Then, tugging at his mind, the call came. Someone, somehow, had found the tales of his exploits written into magical lore, and decided to call him up. It seemed logical to him, anyway. Stirring into consciousness, Cinaed focussed his presence and moved towards Earth, spiraling and drawing himself into physical form. Curling, flowing auburn hair, pale skin, his dark red eyes were the only thing hinting at his demonic heritage. Taking care, he garbed himself in what he vaguely recalled as the popular modern fashions; a loose, billowing shirt, leather vest laced up the front, and high boots over his form-fitting pants. It was probably not the most recent mode of dress, but people tended to expect their demons to look a little archaic. And anyway, humanity could NOT have moved on that much in terms of clothing. It hadn't been more than a century or two. He was sure. Probably.<br><br>"Mistress witch, I heed your call," he said, voice deep and echoing as the residual magic of the summoning cleared. "And I do answer, Cinaed of the second pit, called forth into the mortal realm of-"<br><br>He trailed off, blinking as he took in his surroundings. It was not, generally, what one expected of a witch's casting circle, nor of anything usually associated with humans. <br><br>"Where in G- the d- .... where am I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty of the Beast (Sinairy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 23:37:27</strong>
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				(http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x286/loreli_18/redhairanime.jpg)<br><br><br>She sat crossed legged in the middle of her bedroom as she flipped through the old leather back book, it was dyed red with an odd markings on it.&nbsp; Her bedroom was painted royal purple with&nbsp; large four post canopy bed in the middle. The bed was covered with a large mound of pillows, that where silver and light purple, that matches the purple bedding. There was a cherry wood dresser with tall mirror on one side of the room, a bookcase with many random romances, fiction, and history books next to her bay window. There where clean and dirty cloths thrown all over the place, as well as her text books and home work. She was in her first year of college, and she just couldn’t keep up with all her home work plus trying to keep her room spotless.&nbsp; <br><br>The old book use to be her great grand mothers, it was handed down in the family for thousands, and thousands of years. She didn’t understand why her mother was so worried about it. It was just an old book full of funny looking pictures, and gibberish.&nbsp; She continued to flip through the book till she came upon a picture of what looked kind of&nbsp; looked like a man.&nbsp; She ran her hand through her long soft red hair, as she tried to make since of what the short&nbsp; phrase was under the picture.<br>She rubbed her eyes, thinking she saw the picture shimmer, but she shrugged placed the book between her legs, as she tried to pronounce the phrase under the picture.<br><br>“Shnier-y.. glonbie malmanewus&nbsp; tribo-nay comdime nar-vieto-at”<br><br>The books pages started flying back and forth, as the wind suddenly and some how started whipping around her room. She jumped back away the from the book&nbsp; hiding behind her bed, as the&nbsp; book slammed shut, with a loud snap.&nbsp; She peek her head up from the other side of her bed only her&nbsp; purplish red eyes&nbsp; could be seen of her face. She blinked as she looked up at a&nbsp; tall man standing in her bedroom.&nbsp; He looked amazing… but how did he get in her room …..and why was he here. Her eyes widen in shock as she realized that he was the man in the book.<br><br><br>“Um.. Your in my bedroom..” She said as she slowly peeked her head&nbsp; fully up from behind her bed
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty of the Beast (Sinairy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotCarrot</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 08:18:32</strong>
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				"Hrm," Cinaed said, taking in the offered information and trying to make something useful out of it. There wasn't much he could do with that, other than that the world had changed rather radically in the time he had spent sleeping. Would spend. Would will have spent. Time on the mortal planes confused him. He had seen a great many bedroom interiors in his work on Earth, though none quite like this, aside from the bed itself. On the other hand, witches and spellcasters always had been a bit on the strange side. Maybe this was what the popular conception of Hell was, now? <br><br>"Is there any chance," he said, walking around the massive bed, trying to get a look at his summoner. "That you might be able to offer more specific information on-"<br><br>Stopping, he stared down at the girl. Her apparel was suspicious enough, but the reddish-purple eyes clinched it. What was a succubus doing here? He frowned a little, folding his arms -- it wasn't unheard of for a succubus and incubus to work together, but it was still highly unusual. And where was the human that had summoned him? Unless SHE had done it, though why one demon would go to the trouble of summoning another was beyond him, unless this was part of someone's elaborate practical joke. Still, there were formalities to be observed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Forgive me, Sister," he said, bowing a bit stiffly, keeping his eyes warily on her. "I mistook you for one of the humans. Please consider it a compliment on your disguise, rather than a slight on your heritage."<br><br>Or an invitation to take a crack at his intelligence, he silently added. Other demons always seemed to take the misfortunes that seemed to follow his efforts on the mortal plane as an open invitation to mock his skills and intelligence. The succubus in front of him was already treading close with her faux-answer to his question, but he was willing to let it slide for now. The form she had taken was quite convincing, even to another demon, and, he had to admit, rather attractive for a meat-puppet. <br><br>"Where is the one that summoned us?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:05:31</strong>
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				She looked him over, wondering .. What or who he was.. She blinked a few times and pinched herself thinking she might have passed out and was dreaming.&nbsp; She winced lightly when she pinched herself, she rubbed her eyes still trying to convince herself that he wasn’t real and she was seeing things.<br><br><br>As he round her bed and came towards her, she crawled back some, her back hitting her bedside table. Her chest bounced as she did, she had no idea what to say or do.&nbsp; &nbsp;She bite her softly pink lip as she looked up at him wondering why he was staring at her.&nbsp; She looked him over,&nbsp; he was tall, built, and long hair, he was something she never seen before. His cloths where out of date, but the still looked gorgeous in them.<br><br><br>“Sister?”&nbsp; She had no idea what he was talking about. Confusion played across her face as she looked up at him still.<br><br><br>“One who summoned us? What are you talking about? Who are you? How did you get here?&nbsp; What are you?” All her questions came out in a blurry of nerves and fear. Her heart was racing, as she shook softly tried to stand, has she placed one&nbsp; hand on her bed and the other one her bedside table. She pushed herself up standing up, she was only up to the man’s shoulder. She wasn’t short by no means she was 5’6 but he was quiet tall, he had to be at least 6’3. <br><br><br>She jumped over her bed, grabbing the book on the floor, holding it to her chest, and back away to stand out of his reach. She had no idea what he was capable of doing, or what he wanted with her.&nbsp; Her mouth was getting dry, as her fear grew more with every passing minute.<br><br>“What do you want&nbsp; here?”&nbsp; She hands where shaking lightly as she continued to&nbsp; hugged the spell book to her chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty of the Beast (Sinairy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotCarrot</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 06:01:06</strong>
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				Eyebrows raised, Cinaed looked down at the succubus in utter confusion. She sounded like she had even less an idea of what was going on than he did. Mentally scanning back through his words, he tried to find something, anything, that could have lead to this level of confusion in the demoness. Finding nothing that did not seem to be, to him, plain language, he found himself at a loss. Perhaps she was just stunned and intimidated by his flesh-mask, as he was impressed with hers? Glancing down at his assumed body, he did have to admit that he'd done a very good job of imitating the human form. Flawless as usual. Really, it was no surprise she was a little intimidated. Something about the way she had been acting still seemed a bit off, though, even with that explanation firmly in his mind. <br><br>"The human," he said slowly, squatting down opposite the terrified succubus, wondering if she was a bit touched in the head. "The witch, or magus, or whatever they're called in this d- g- ...blasted era. The one that called us, or at least you, up from the lower planes. Unless I've missed a great deal more than I believe, there still needs to be a summoner for us to be called to Earth. That's his book of magic you're clutching at, I'd expect..."<br><br>Cinaed tilted his head, examining the girl closely. She seemed so utterly lost as to what was going on, but she had clearly summoned him -- there had been no time for a human mage to vacate the room after he had appeared, and it wasn't as if you could give a delay to a spell like that. He could even smell human all over this room. Almost like there was still one here... Cinaed's eyes widened as this new bit of input clicked, and the conversation began to make a lot more sense than before. <br><br>"Oh. You're- but- how- that's not- what- why-"<br><br>This revelation, of course, raised a whole host of entirely new questions. Cinaed stared dumbly at the terrified, confused, HUMAN girl cowering opposite him, his mind a whirlwind. His mouth, working almost independently, latched onto the first thought to pause for more than a microsecond.<br><br>"Where are your CLOTHES, woman?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 07:07:55</strong>
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				<br><br>“The Human” She looked at him weird, she was human, and so was he wasn’t he? She was completely confused and over whelmed. He wasn’t answering her questions, and wasn’t giving her any clue to who or what he was. It was driving her nuts, her chest was rising and falling quickly as her fears continued to build. “Witch? Magus” What was he talking about there was no such thing, they where all fairy tails.&nbsp; She looked down at the book in her arms that was pressed to her chest.&nbsp; “This is my grandmothers book, well….was her book..” <br><br>She looked at him, was he dumb or something ….maybe he was just slow. She didn’t understand why it was so hard for him to answer her simple questions She stared at him, as he continued to look at her funny. She had no idea what was going through his mind.<br><br>She blinked and almost dropped the book she was holding to her chest.&nbsp; She looked herself over what was wrong with her cloths … well they where revealing but most people wore revealing clothing when they had planed to go out to the club. “Shit the club” … she completely forgotten her friends where suppose to pick her up in 20 minutes. What the fuck was she going to do, she has this completely hot, but totally strange man in her bedroom, she had no idea where he came form, and all he could do was ask where her cloths where.<br><br>“These are my clubbing cloths&nbsp; and what’s wrong with them…. Wait no that’s not important who are you and what are you doing here ..&nbsp; What are you, how the hell did you get in my bedroom. You got 15 minutes to answer all my questions before you friends get here and we are both screwed” <br><br>She dropped the book the table and&nbsp; beside her door, running her hands through her long curly red hair. Damn it what was she going to do … she was so confused, her head was throbbing matching the beat of her heart. She didn’t let her guard down, but she had to find out everything she could about him in those 15 minutes … and or hope to get him out of her house by then.&nbsp; All she need was her friends thinking she was some type of whore… though for the way this guy looked she might not mind her friends thinking she slept with him.
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				Post by: <strong>NotCarrot</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 20:03:37</strong>
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				So getting an actual explanation seemed right out, good to know. The girl seemed even more utterly confused than before, and was quite content to drag Cinaed along for the ride. He fell back as she jumped up, panicking about yet another thing that lurked just beyond the grasp of his mind, catching himself a bit painfully on his hands. Landing on one's behind was hardly ever dignified for ANYONE, but particularly so if you prided yourself on preternatural grace and poise -- it was worth stinging palms for a few minutes. He pulled himself upright, trying once again to sort through everything that had been said. She -he had to find out her name, the use of pronouns was beginning to wear him- had gotten the book from her grandmother, but apparently didn't know it's true potential. Had she actually managed a summoning without knowing what she was doing? That was... interesting, to say the least. The rest of it, unfortunately, was almost totally lost on him. Aside from that she saw nothing wrong with clothing that, at his last check, was PERHAPS suitable for the bedroom, and that she had a deadline of sorts approaching. Oh, and she had questions. Very well. <br><br>"All right," he said, rising to his feet again as the girl continued her rushing panic. "As I said earlier, my name is Cinaed."<br><br>He carefully put heavy emphasis on the hard-c sound that began his name, trying to avert the inevitable mispronunciations that seemed to plague his journeys to the mortal world. Still, it was better than some of the misunderstanding's he had heard of from other incubi. Like poor Mulvae, who'd given up on actual interactions with the humans entirely, and joined an order of silent demons who existed as theoretical personifications of Onanism. <br><br>"KEEN-ay," he repeated, sitting on the edge of the girl's lush bed. "And I'm here because you called me. With that."<br><br>A finger indicated the heavy tome she had been clutching at protectively. <br><br>"Quite impressive, by the way," he said. "Most people botch their first summonings and end up getting their faces ripped off by eldritch tentacles from Beyond, their souls shredded apart in mindless burning agony for all eternity, no respite or death coming from the merciless elder beings that neither care nor comprehend the ideas of human suffering..."<br><br>Cinaed paused, coughing with a slightly embarrassed air into one gloved hand before continuing in a calm, cheerful tone. <br><br>"So really, it was quite good that you managed to summon little old me."
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				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 06:50:42</strong>
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				As he started to answer her questions she walked over to her large comfy computer chair, she sat down and grab her cell phone. She spun the chair to face him, she need to think while he talked but it was so hard .. And head continued to throb, and make her thoughts and judgment cloud together. She sighed something, as her phone beeped, it was a message from Jess, she quickly text Jess back saying it was fine if they where going to be late, and she wasn’t ready yet. She also let Jess know that she might have a friend coming with her, but she wasn’t sure yet, so to make sure there was room in the car for the other person too, just in case. <br><br>Chloe knew it wasn’t the best idea, to mention that, but if they got her before she could get rid of him, then she’d have to make him come with her some how.&nbsp; She’d only half silent to him as he told her how to pronounce his name. But she shrugged it off, looking up at him, as the message sent off to Jess. <br><br>“I don’t understand how I call you? Its not like I have some powers or some craziness like that. All I did was try to speak a bunch of gibberish, and I wasn’t even that good at it…” She played with a piece of her long red hair, as she tried to make since of all this. <br><br>“So if what you are saying is true … you are not from this world? … Like some demon from some other plane? Do you realize how unbelievable that sounds right? Like that shit is from some really messed up fairy tail … I am not some kid, I not going to believe that. Now come one seriously how did you get in my room?” She refused to believe him, there was no proof other then him just appearing in her room. <br><br>She grumbled and rubbed her eyes, as her cell phone went off in her lap. It was a black, slide touch scream palm pre phone. She slide the phone up again, answer Jess back telling her it was an old friend, and that he’d stopped by to visit, cause she was inquiring about who her new friend was. She started to rub her temples this was giving her such a headache. <br><br>“So are you saying you are some type of demon .. Or some weird shit like that?
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				Post by: <strong>NotCarrot</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 07:46:31</strong>
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				"I'm not THAT unbelievable," Cinaed said sullenly, sitting on the edge of her bed, fighting the urge to bounce on the soft mattress. Humanity's bedding had certainly improved over the past centuries, though perhaps this girl was just very rich. He had seen the interior of more impoverished homes than he had the wealthy, or at least more BEDrooms, but he did recall a discrepancy between those who could afford downy-feather stuffing and, say, straw. <br><br>"Do people regularly appear from nothing but ectoplasm in your bedroom?"<br><br>As she started inquiring about what he thought should have been patently obvious, he looked curiously at the small device in her hands. Something in the deep wells of subconscious human history he held tickled at something to do with communication, but the specifics eluded him. He made a mental note to try fiddling with it later, if the girl ever let it out of her sight. Even if it didn't yield any particularly useful information, it looked shiny. <br><br><strong>“So are you saying you are some type of demon .. Or some weird shit like that?"</strong><br><br>"Y-" <br><br>Cinaed paused in his answer, looking back up at the girl. If she hadn't summoned him intentionally, as she was claiming, she might not be totally welcoming to his true nature, and banish him back the pit. Both she and the world he had found himself in intrigued him greatly, and he didn't want to abandon it just yet. Making it up to the mortal plane without being summoned was possible. Getting back within a reasonable time from the girls' perspective, and before things had changed further, was not so much. <br><br>"Yes," he said slowly, trying to think of a way to phrase his explanation in a way that wouldn't send her fleeing for an exorcist.&nbsp; "I'm really a bundle of metaphysical ideas that's usually referred to as a demon, at least. Your summoning gave me the catalyst needed to manifest on this plane, borrowing a tiny piece of your energy to draw on scattered bits of ectoplasm and base elements to create this physical form."<br><br>Pausing to see if this had sunk in, Cinaed braced himself in case she decided to send him back. He thought she seemed as curious about him as he was of her, but if she were scared, that might not matter. <br><br>"While I am here, I'm bound to your will," he said, deciding to leave out that he was only partially sure of this. "Or at least, I won't be able to do anything you forbid me from doing. And it is well within the power the summoning gives you to send me back whenever you wish, at a moment's notice. So you don't need to fear that I'll be taking advantage of you without consent, if that concerns you."<br><br>The last part, at least, was true enough; the whole point of being an incubus was to get the mortal to push themselves upon you, not the other way around. Cinaed had met a few humans who seemed to think otherwise, in his time, and the idea never failed to both confuse and sicken him.
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				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 22:41:24</strong>
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				“No…no one appears out of no were … that’s why I didn’t believe you just poof out of thin air.” She watched him as he eyes her cell phone, she gave him a look as if to say what the hell, do you not know what a cell phone is. She just shook her head her long red hair flying behind her, as she did.<br><br>She look at him, before getting up and walking over to the bed sitting beside him. She poked his arm. He was solid and felt warm, he looked human enough. Then what was it that made him a demon, she couldn’t really tell the difference between him any other human male. <br><br>She looked at him as he cut himself off, what was bothering him. She had no idea how to send him back, even if she wanted to. She was intrigued by him, even if she was still a bit scared, but clearly he wasn’t here to hurt her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She sighed and leaned back onto her bed, her long curly hair washing over her bed as she closed her eyes. Her tone tummy showed off, her chest large, and looked larger cause of her corset. Her short skirt barely covering her crotch. <br><br>“My energy? If what I am getting is right .. I would have to be some type of witch or warlock thing in order to summon you?” She was still trying to figure how she was able to get him here. She had no idea that she was witch, or even had any type of powers. <br><br>“Oh? Well that’s good to know you wont hurt me. So that kind makes you my slave type thing???” Her head was till hurting but at least she was starting get everything he was saying. <br><br>“I don’t have to much more time to talk about this right now, but I do want to learn more about you if you are willing to stay around for a while and promise not to do anything out of the ordinary ok? Oh and you‘ll have to come to the club with me tonight … but those clothes wont work .. Are you able to change clothes or anything like that???” There was no way she&nbsp; could let him stay here by himself. Specially since she still knew almost dick all about him other then he was a demon and she summoned him. She wanted to find out how a plan old human could summon a demon, and why he was to be under her control.
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				Post by: <strong>NotCarrot</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:40:33</strong>
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				"Essentially, yes," Cinaed said, glad that the girl was finally starting to get the whole 'magic' thing. Managing to summon something like him without any kind of training, not to mention without intending to, was very rare; he wondered if it would be wise to tell her that just yet. <br><br>"Witch, magi, sage, wizard, spellcaster, shaman, sorceress, whatever you call it in this era," he said. "I have a hard time believing you've never noticed before, honestly. These things are usually inherited, like that spellbook. And there are quite often signs in early childhood, or at a girl's first moonblood, at the the latest."<br><br>His eyes roamed over her body again as she lay back on the bed. She had definitely reached womanhood, unless time had dulled his judgment much more than he suspected. It was easy enough to imagine her in one of the elegant, flowing dresses he associated with women, and he had to admit the image was quite appealing. She managed to carry off the succubus look well too, now that the initial shock had worn off a bit, he had to admit. Still, an attempt to get her into something a little more elegant might not be effort totally misspent. <br><br><strong>“Oh? Well that’s good to know you wont hurt me. So that kind makes you my slave type thing?”</strong><br><br>"...In a manner," Cinaed said, a bit reserved. He tried to keep his face neutral as he looked down at her, shifting on the bed so he wasn't trying to turn his head at an impossible angle to watch her. He just hoped she wasn't going to start trying to abuse the possible connection between them, assuming it existed at all. If the connection DID exist, he didn't want to have evaporating back the lower planes as his only option for escaping a power-drunk mortal. <br><br><strong>“I don’t have to much more time to talk about this right now, but I do want to learn more about you if you are willing to stay around for a while and promise not to do anything out of the ordinary ok? Oh and you‘ll have to come to the club with me tonight … but those clothes wont work .. Are you able to change clothes or anything like that?”</strong><br><br>"What?"<br><br>The conversation had drifted out of his grasp yet again. He glanced down at the clothing he had formed with -- it looked fashionable enough to him, and it seemed to be doing the job of covering his more private areas well enough. He looked back up at the girl, sounding a bit hurt and pouty when he spoke.<br><br>"What's wrong with my clothes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty of the Beast (Sinairy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sinairy</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 05:39:58</strong>
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				Her thoughts were swirling in her head again but she’d get back to them later, this was her first time out in over a year and she wasn’t going to allow him to spoil it. “Well they are nice looking, but they look like they are from the 18 or 19th century, and with it being 2014 that just won’t fly unless it’s Halloween and its clearly not. Here let me try and find a picture of some clothes that guys would wear now days.” She pulled out her phone and searched the web for a picture of what she thought looked good on a guy while he was at the club. It didn’t take her long to come up with a couple of different pictures.&nbsp; She smiled brightly at him as she turned the phone to face him, showing him three different pictures. “We I guess it would really depend on your personality and what you like, but here a couple things that I find attractive on a man when I seen them at a club.” The first one was of a man in a nice pair of black pants with a light blue button up shirt and a sport coat, it was more dressy but still comfy. The second was of a guy in a pair of comfy navy blue pants and a nice shirt with some type or interacted symbol that looked really interesting. The last guy was in pair of dark jeans semi button up shirt, he was kind of in the middle of the other earlier two pictures, comfy yet dressy at the same time.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled more happy with the pictures she had shown him, she was sure he’d like one of them.&nbsp; Well she was holding up the phone for her to look over the pictures it vibrated softly in her hand and beep, notifying her that her friend had messaged her. “So what do you think Cinaed anything you might like? Or can you even change clothes?” He had never answer that question, so she wasn’t sure.&nbsp; She flipped her phone over and looked at her text message grumbling lightly. “Jess will be here soon, I am going to grab my coat and use the washroom while you choice and ... well if not I think I might have some of my ex’s clothes in a bag somewhere in the house.<br><br>She walked into the Master bathroom that was just off to the left of her bed.&nbsp; Shutting the door she quickly did her business and washed her hands before opening the door again. She opened it so she could talk to him while she touched up her makeup. She started to replay her eye liner watching herself carefully in the mirror. “So Cinaed when was the last time you came to my world? Cause to me it seems like it’s must have been quite a few years ago.”<br><br>She was really curious as to how all this summoning stuff happened and where he came from.&nbsp; If what he was saying was true she had to have some type of magical powers, but if so she should have know some time ago. She wondered maybe if there was some way for someone to possible suppresses her powers or slow them from manifesting. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, but there wasn’t time for it right now. She never guess what she really was, her grandmother had left her a box in her will when she passed on, but she wasn’t suppose to open it till her 22 birth day which was only couple weeks away.&nbsp; This very house she had inherited from her grandmother as well. This whole house is teaming with magical energy and items that she had no idea about.&nbsp; Chloe didn’t even know that her own parents were magical begins, but then again she never really knew them either, her grandmother had raised her since she was an infant. There was a whole new world that was going to come to Chloe and come to her fast. He was going to have to help her with what she was, and was going to become, which was something no one would expect not even him.<br>
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